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idyllicwillowtree · 1 year

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Vickie's Friend

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin isn’t the only one chatting up a lady while volunteering at Hawkins High.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, use of y/n, gay stereotypes?, earthquake mention, fluff

Author’s note: I like the idea of Vickie having a friend they could go on double dates with lol let me know if you want another part!

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Saturday, March 29, 1986

“Okay, then we sort by age,” you hear Marge say. Looking up from the baby clothes you were folding, you see she’s talking to none other than Steve Harrington. He quickly bends down to rescue some fallen clothes, as he follows Marge, “We’ve got infants, girls, boys, men, women…”

You scan the gym with new found excitement. Wherever Steve was, you knew Robin would be close by. They always seemed to be together whenever you saw Robin outside of school. When you spot her, you couldn’t help but let a smile slither onto your face. She was assigned to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, alongside your best friend. You watched as Vickie came out of the kitchen, freezing the moment she saw Robin.

Unfortunately, you were interrupted from watching the rest of their interaction when Marge brought Steve over, “and Steve, this is Y/N. You guys can work together on this new pile,” she said, motioning to the clothes you just started organizing.

You never really cared for Steve. He seemed a bit egotistical for your liking but if Robin allows his company then he couldn’t be that bad. Truth be told, you wanted a chance to talk to him one-on-one to see if he and Robin were dating. Vickie was convinced they must be together since they’re basically joined at the hip, but you weren’t so sure. You’ve seen Steve back when he was in High School all over whatever girl he was dating at the time, always one to show off public displays of affection. But you’ve never seen him do that with Robin so now was your chance to do some investigating.

“Hey Y/N, good to see you,” he said with a sad smile.

“Hi Steve, you too,” you said softly.

You and Steve had a couple of classes together back in the day so you knew of each other but never really had a conversation outside of school before. On any other day if you saw Steve at a grocery store or something you’d probably pretend not to recognize him and turn the other direction. But there’s something about a giant traumatic earthquake that made you happy to see that he was okay.

As you both work, you notice him glancing over at Robin every once in a while and smiling to himself.

“Oh wow,” he said suddenly.

Looking over at him, you see he’s holding a piece of clothing with the most atrocious pattern you have ever seen. Patterns were all the rage right now, but this was just too much. Steve unfurrowed it to fully reveal a giant pair of hammer pants with stirrups. Half of it was neon yellow and the other half was black and white checkers. Fortunately, it was missing a huge chunk of fabric in the crotch area so you wouldn’t have to subject it to some poor person who recently lost their house.

“Now why would anyone want to donate this? It had to have been an accident,” you say sarcastically.

“Maybe I’ll take them home. I’ve been meaning to get a pair of parachute pants that’ll actually accentuate my junk,” Steve laughed.

“It’ll make life easier in the restroom, that’s for sure.”

Steve barked out a laugh, his hair moving out of place as he shook his head. Your heart swelled and your palms began to sweat as you chuckled alongside him. Succeeding in getting Steve to laugh left your cheeks feeling warm.

“So you and Robin work at the video store, right? Family Video?” you pry, trying your best to sound casual.

“Yep. You and Vickie rented Fast Times recently, didn’t you?”

You stiffened, “y-yeah, how’d you remember?”

Steve’s movements stuttered, he tried disguising it by scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, just cause Robin and I liked it,” he cleared his throat, “how’d you guys like it?”

“Well, Vickie and I loved it. We happen to be normal,” you say with a laugh, “Dan, on the other hand, did not.”

“Dan?”

“Vickie’s boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.” Steve stood up a little straighter and turned to look at Robin, watching as Vickie said something that made her laugh. “They got into this weird passive aggressive argument about it and I was there to witness it all,” you shuttered dramatically.

“They broke up over Fast Times?” Steve chuckled.

“No, but I’m sure it didn’t help,” you giggled with him. “I say good riddance though, I don’t know what she saw in him. Thank god she’s single now.” Now her and Robin have a better chance, you thought. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking shit about Vickie’s ex-boyfriend to you.”

Steve flung a kids t-shirt over his shoulder, “no please continue. I love the drama,” he said, sending you a smile that awoke the butterflies in your stomach.

“What about you and Robin? How’s that going?”

“Me and Robin? Oh, we're not dating. We’re both very single,” he said.

A victory smile made its way onto your face and you pushed down the instinct to pump your fist in excitement. You were right, Steve and Robin were just friends. Maybe part of you was happy that Steve was single too.

“What?” Steve said, looking at you head on now.

“W-what?”

Steve’s eyes had a sparkle to them as his face broke out into a smug grin, “you smiled. After I told you I was single.”

“Did I?” you turn away from his gaze to continue folding, doing your best to push down the blush that was creeping up your neck. “You also told me Robin was single. Who’s to say I’m not smiling about that?”

Technically, that was true. You were excited that Robin was single, just not for your own sake. You couldn’t help but tease him back a little.

“Hey, there’s no reason to get defensive,” he held his hands up in surrender. “For the record, if you told me you were single I’d probably smile too.”

Your head whipped over to him in surprise. Was Steve Harrington flirting with you? Were you flirting back?

You smiled shyly, looking back down at the blouses you were folding, “well it’s a good thing I’m single then, isn’t it?”

It was Steve’s turn to look at you in shock before he quickly recovered, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Your eyes connected and it was like all the pieces started coming together. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. Despite the hardships your town is going through right now, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for the first time in forever.

“Our best friends are gonna start dating now, aren’t they?” Vickie laughed.

Robin giggled at the dopey look on Steve’s face, “oh, most definitely.”

A few days earlier…

Friday, March 21, 1986

“I just feel like if I start trying to date now and I fall in love, or whatever, I’m just setting myself up for disappointment because what if we move away from each other after graduation or something? I don’t know, does that make sense?...Vickie? Vickie, are you listening to me?” you said, turning away from the road to look at your friend in the passenger seat.

Vickie’s mouth was agape as she continued painting her lashes with mascara, “yes, yes, I’m listening.”

“What did I say?” you challenged.

“Something about…I don’t know, wanting a boyfriend?”

You slapped your hand against the steering wheel in frustration, “No! That’s not, ugh, nevermind.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s seven in the morning and I’m just not built to handle these deep conversations when it’s this early! And now we have to go to this stupid pep-rally and I woke up looking like an actual dead person!”

Glancing over at her you noticed how fidgety she was being. She kept going back to retouch her lip gloss and was tugging at her red bangs, trying to get them to cooperate.

“Ohhhh, I see what’s happening,” a shit-eating grin spread along your face. “You’re nervous about seeing Robin,” you sang, teasingly.

“What? I am not!” Vickie’s fair skin immediately turned a violent shade of red.

“Yes you are! You really expect me to believe you’re freaked out over a stupid basketball game? And you know what else I think?”

“Uh, I really don't care what-”

“You’ve gotta ditch the stick and go after Robin!”

The corners of Vickie’s mouth turned down, “the stick?”

“Yeah, I’m talking about Dan. The stick being his penis,” you said plainly.

“Ew, gross, don’t say penis!”

“The fact that the word itself grosses you out, tells me you’d be a lot happier with someone who doesn’t have one. Someone like Robin!”

“We don’t even know if she likes girls, Y/N.”

“Her favorite movie is Children of Paradise, Vick. I don’t know of any straight girls who can sit through a foreign film, let alone call it their favorite.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Vickie said in defiance.

“Okay fine. But we both saw the way she was staring at that Phoebe Cates standee in Family Video. You can’t forget about my ‘Operation Fast Times’ plan.”

Vickie rolled her eyes and scoffed in frustration, “I still can’t believe we did that.”

“It’s the perfect plan! She’ll see you paused at 53 minutes 5 seconds and boom, you’re in!”

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Part 2

#steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin x vickie #fast times at ridgemont high #fluff #friends to lovers #mutal pining #flirting #netflix #80s

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kikis-works · 3 months

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What Comes Back to Haunt Us.

Summary: It's been 5 years...Tim thought he was safe.

CW: Angst, fluff, mentions of entry 71 and entry 59

It’s been 5 years since Entry #87 was posted.

You and Tim have been dating for 2 out of those 5 years and decided to take the next step in your relationship. The two of you had met when he accidentally bumped into you at the mental health clinic he had started to attend and before long he had asked you out on a date. Now here you stand in front of a white house, on a quiet street, in the town of Savannah, Georgia. Tim had finished unpacking the last of the boxes the night before and you couldn’t ask for a better home to share with the love of your life. The floor creaked in certain spots as you entered the house and saw Tim making dinner for when you got off work. The sleeves on his red flannel were rolled up and he had a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder as he sliced the black olives that sat on the wooden cutting board.

“Spaghetti?” You asked from the kitchen door and he turned, smiling.

“You love spaghetti, and I wanted to do something special.” His words made you smile as you set your bag and coat down in the living room. Walking into the kitchen you wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed yourself into his back, enjoying the smell of cigarette smoke and fresh rain that emitted from his body. You felt a deep chuckle come from his body as he scraped the chopped up olives into the spaghetti sauce, turning to face you. He towered over you as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why don’t you go find a movie to watch? They should be in the hall closet.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you nodded, reluctantly leaving his arms. As you made your way to the closet and opened the door, you smiled and called out to the man in the kitchen.

“How do you feel about a horror movie?!”

“Sounds good! Your choice, doll!”

“Okay, pretty boy!” You smiled at the pet names you exchanged as you dug around in the closet.

You came across a small box you had never seen before and opened it up. It contained a bunch of tapes that you assumed were Tim’s old tapes. He told you he used to be an actor for an old friend’s student film before their friendship fell apart, but he didn’t like talking about it. He always became anxious and would change the subject when you were asking questions about that time in his life.

Your hand found the old camera and flipped it open, the tape that was already in the camera playing. A man in a t shirt and a cap was sitting in his car at night as he spoke, “Tim called me a little while ago and told me to meet him out here to talk about something. He didn’t say what it was.”

Was this a sort of vlog for the student film?

“But I assume it had something to do with what all happened at the abandoned hospital a few days ago, which really didn’t go as well I hoped it would, even though I don’t know how I expected it to go. I don’t know what all Tim remembers and what he doesn’t remember, and what he’s lying about remembering and not remembering. But regardless I don’t think he’s gonna be buying my cover story for much longer, and even if he did, it’s not really doing much good, by this point.”

What the hell was this? Cover story for what?

“So, as nervous as it makes me to do this, I think when he gets here, I’m going to come clean with him and tell him the truth about what all’s been going on these past few years. It may make him mad. It may get him on my side. I don’t know what’s gonna happen. But maybe it’ll lead to some answers if I’m lucky.”

Not long after that you noticed Tim’s car pull into the empty parking lot on the video camera screen. Who was this guy and why was he lying to Tim? The video showed Tim get out of his car and march over to the mystery man.

“Tim, listen I-” The man was cut off as Tim punched him in the stomach. The sudden violence made your stomach churn. Not once in the two years that you had known Tim had he ever gotten violent or aggressive. You turned the camera off and sat for a minute before you heard Tim call your name. “Doll, you okay in there?” You pick a movie and rush back to the kitchen.

“Sorry, I couldn’t pick a movie.” He smiled and nodded, handing you a plate of hot spaghetti.

After dinner, you had your back pressed against his chest as you both lay on the couch finishing the movie. The video footage still made your stomach churn with an uneasy feeling, which made you speak up.

“Tim, why didn’t you tell me we had a camera?” He physically tensed up behind you.

“What are you talking about, doll?”

“The camera and tapes in the closet.” He turned and sat up, turning your face to him.

“Look at me, baby. You can’t watch those tapes. Something…haunts those tapes. If you watch those tapes, there’s no going back. That thing will find you. Even us talking about this is risky.” His tone was dead serious and his eyes were stone cold. All you could do was nod as he pulled you tightly to his chest, gripping onto you as if you were going to disappear into thin air.

You and Tim made your way into the bedroom and changed into pajamas before climbing into the haven of warm blankets. As you cuddled up to the man beside you, your head on his bare chest, his words about the tapes echoed in your head. They were just tapes…there couldn’t be anything wrong with them. When you were sure that Tim had fallen asleep, you silently climbed out of bed and padded your way over to the hallway closet, opening up the door and staring at the cardboard box that held the supposedly haunted tapes. You sat down on the floor and pulled out the camera, picking a random tape to put into the camera. The tape began to play as you watched silently. Tim and the unknown man were outside of Alex’s old house. It was seemingly normal as they searched the house, but when they entered the basement, the once daylight that was outside had disappeared. That’s when you saw it…a tall man in a suit, but he had no features. His skin was white and he stood at around 10 feet tall, the video and audio distorting. A soft ringing in your ears began to occur as you continued to watch the tape, before it ended. You sat in silence before you softly rose and walked out to the front porch, finding the pack of cigarettes and lighter you kept on the porch. It was cold as you sat on the wooden porch, the wind adding an icy chill to the dark night.

The ringing grew louder as you lit the cigarette and shakily exhaled the smoke. There was no way it was real, it had to have been edited in or they had to have had someone dress up as the tall man. But there was no way to edit a tape…was there? As you began to sink into your thoughts, you stared at the neverending woods that lay in silence across the road from your house. The ringing was unbearable now and that’s when you saw it…the same figure that you had seen in the tapes, just standing along the tree line, staring at you with his eyeless features. You stomped out your half smoked cigarette and made your way back inside, crawling back into the bed beside your warm boyfriend. Your icy toes were happy to be back in the soft bed, the warmth beginning to draw the cold out of them. You snuggled back up to the warm body that you shared the bed with and your eyes became heavy as you felt his arms instinctively wrap around you. Sleep called to you and you happily answered the call.

It had been a week since you touched the camera and watched the tapes. The ringing came back occasionally while you were at work, but you never saw the faceless man again. That was until the night you had a nightmare.

The leaves crunched under your feet as you ran through the dark and endless woods, the footsteps of the masked man following close behind you. When you turned to see how close he was, you could see his brunette hair that poked out from behind the white mask. The white mask had black around the eyes, the lips were filled in, and eyebrows were drawn on the mask as well. His eyes were dark as his feet pushed him along towards your fear filled body. You turned your face as the cold night air burned in your lungs, your legs threatening to collapse underneath you as you pushed branch after branch out of your face. The faceless man whizzed by as you ran. You only awoke when the masked man tackled you to the ground.

Your eyes were heavy and your head pounded as you moved to roll over in the soft bed. But you weren’t in your bed. Instead you were met with moist dirt and green grass, the trees around you looming and dark. As you sat up, you didn’t recognize where you were. You looked up and judging by the position of the sun, it was around one in the afternoon. You felt the pressure of your phone in your pajama pants. When the hell did that get there? Your phone was charging when you went to bed. You laughed silently, as if the mystery of how your phone got into your pocket was the biggest problem you had right now. You pulled out your phone and your heart raced.

Tim❤️: 42 missed calls

Tim❤️: 6 voicemails

Tim❤️: Did you get called into work?

Tim❤️: Doll?

Tim❤️: Is everything okay?

Tim❤️: You’re starting to worry me

Tim❤️: Please pick up, baby

You quickly dial his phone number and within two rings he picked up. “Oh thank God, you’re okay. Where the hell are you?” The worry in his voice was thick.

“I…I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” His voice dropped slightly.

“I don’t remember how I got here…or where the hell I am. I had this weird dream where I was running from some kind of masked man, and then I woke up here.” The other side of the line was silent apart from the heavy breathing and the sound of a car door slamming closed.

“Describe what’s around you.”

You looked around and began to walk, the coarse dirt wedging its way in between your toes as you walked along the undistinguished path before you.

“I see a red tower behind the trees.”

“FUCK!” The sudden vulgar language from the phone made you jump and the sound of an engine roar filled the speaker. “I’m coming to get you. Get to the tower.” His voice was dark as he breathed heavily.

“Doll…I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Tim.”

The call ended as you made your way through the woods and to the red tower. The paint was faded and it looked as though it would collapse at any minute. You walked inside, careful of the broken glass and sharp wooden pieces. He was coming for you.

It was roughly six hours and the sun was beginning to set before you heard your name being called from somewhere in the woods. Tim.

You jumped up and began to scream back at him. “Tim?!” You followed the sound of his voice until you saw him from across a clearing. You didn’t think, just ran. He made his way to you quicker than you thought and his arms wrapped around you, his voice breaking as he buried his face into your neck.

“Oh doll, I thought I lost you..”

“I’m right here, Tim. I’m right here.” His hand found its way to your hair as he held you close.

“We need to leave, now.”

All you could do was nod as he picked you up and carried you back to his car.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this, doll. I’m sorry.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting behind the wheel and driving away. As you left you noticed the sign that stood in front of the entrance.

‘Rosswood Park.’

#creepypasta #marble hornets #tim wright #tim wright x reader #slenderman #marble hornets x reader

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hi!

This idea just wont leave my head : reader strongly dislikes physical touch from anyone but Steve and, being the idiot he is, steve is completely oblivious to it. When the rest of the group tells him he doesn't believe them so they make up some master plan to prove him wrong. Basically #idiotsinlove

If you feel like writing that, itd be awesome. Have a lovely day <3

AN | Idiots in love? Blind fools in love? I’m in love! 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Spice

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main

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“Are you ever going to ask her out?” Robin’s sudden appearance startled him as he stared off into the distance. If you hadn’t been paying you might have thought he was zoned out, but in reality he had been staring at you the entire time. He was beyond grateful that he’d remembered his sunglasses. He’d been so enthralled by you that he hadn’t even heard Robin open the passenger door.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, pointedly ignoring her question, “you could have tapped on the window first or something!”

“You could have been paying attention,” she threw her backpack in the back seat as he rolled his eyes at her behind the dark lenses of his Raybans, “don’t ignore my question, Steve!”

“Ask who out?”

“Don’t be so stupid,” she hit his arm as he started the car, casting you a last longing little glance before pulling away. Robin sweetly sang your name, and a dark flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you’re whipped for her. And she likes you too! So why not make a move?”

“She doesn’t - ugh, no. I didn’t think you could get so stupid,” he reached over and flicked her nose, causing her to grumble at him. The idea that you could like him even a fraction of how much he liked you was enough to cause his heart to constrict with nerves, “w-wait though…why do you think she likes me?”

“It’s not just me dingus,” she sat back and watched him closely, a little smirk on her face, “it’s all of us. I think it’s just you too that are blind. Like…idiots in love, basically. Besides, she has a huge tell.”

“Tell?”

“Yeah, how we know she likes you,” she was enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to keep his cool. She could tell he was spiraling inside, “she likes touching you-”

“Excuse me?” he turned to her and almost veered the car off the road, causing her to grumble loudly.

“Mind out of the gutter, Steve! Not like that,” she sighed when he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video. At least she wasn’t alone on her shift today; she had her best friend working with her. And she was going to make him confess his feelings if it was the last thing she did, “she…she’s not a physically affectionate person. You know…like Eddie - he’s always touching someone and he’s just more…openly affectionate I guess? But she’s like the exact opposite.”

“But she’s always hugged me or…”

“Exactly,” she nodded happily, “her tell! She won’t let any of us touch her but you. Only you. Are you putting two and two together?”

“I…” he turned the car off and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “I think you’re all seeing things where you want to. I mean, I wish it was true - and there, now you can say made me admit I like her - but it’s not true. It’s wishful thinking.”

“I’m not wrong,” she insisted, refusing to give into his pessimism, “not all of us are wrong. You’ll see - we’ll get you to see that it’s true. Or you could just go and ask her out.”

“Not happening.”

“Well then, Harrington, it’s on.”

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Movie night always proved to be…chaotic. Chaotic in a good way, but what else could be expected when a bunch of teenagers, an empty house, and too much pizza and soda were involved? You were running a little late, your last tutoring gig having run longer than anticipated, but you came with a ton of cookies to make up for it.

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for Steve, or anybody, to answer the door once you’d rung the bell. The idea of seeing Steve always put butterflies in your tummy, despite the fact that you’d known him and been his friend for years. That sweet, dopey dork had a hold on you that was palpable. The door slowly opened and you found Dustin grinned excitedly.

“Hey bud,” you walked inside and kicked off your shoes as you handed him the container of cookies, “sorry I’m late - took forever today!”

“It’s okay,” he insisted as he set the box down and came back over, hesitating for just a moment before throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, “just so glad you’re here!”

“O-oh,” it took you a moment to react, but you gently and tentatively put your arms around him a light hug in return, “I’m glad to see you guys. Especially after this hellish week.”

“Hi!” Max darted over and almost knocked you down in her attempt to hug. You sighed lightly before wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders, “I’m glad you’re here. All these boys suck.”

“Hey!” Robin glowered from her spot on the couch before making her way over. You smiled at your friend and she managed to take you by surprise as she pressed kisses to your cheeks. What was with everyone today? They were all being so…weird, “missed you.”

“I saw you earlier,” you snorted as you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, “we have most of our classes together…”

“Still,” she insisted, dragging you into the living room where everyone was gathering with pizza, “it’s always better with you around.”

“Exactly,” Lucas hugged your legs from his spot on the floor and you just sighed lightly, “now the party can get started.”

“Should I be worried?” you looked around at the eager faces of your friends, “you’re all acting weird. Weirder than normal…and that’s saying a lot.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he looked at you sweetly with those big brown eyes of his. You knew Eddie better than almost anyone else and now you knew something was up.

“Did you give them all laced blunts or something?” you sighed as he just shook his head in amusement before giggling happily. You heard your name whispered softly as you turned around to find Steve standing at the bottom of the stairs, a collection of blankets in his arms. Your expression softened as he grinned at you, “hi Stevie!”

Robin exchanged a sneaky little glance with Eddie as the two of them silently mouthed Stevie! at each other. Steve swallowed thickly before handing the blankets over to Dustin who just happened to appear at his side with perfect timing. His heart was practically hammering against his chest as he contemplated his next actions. His plan had been to hug you, to see if Robin’s theory had been right, but he found himself frozen. You tilted your head to the side, giving him that smile that made him weak in the knees, “h-hi.”

“Okay weirdo,” you reached up and touched his cheek before affectionately ruffing his glorious mop of hair. Steve was biting the inside of cheek so hard that it was a miracle that he wasn’t bleeding. Robin caught his eye from over your shoulder and gave him a little shrug as if to say told you so. But you…you’d always been like that with him. So openly affectionate and gentle and oh. Oh. He’d been so blinded with his own affection for you that he hadn’t noticed yours, “not you too! You’re all acting so weird. Are we gonna do movie night or are you all going to continue acting like this?”

“Movie!” Eddie shouted happily as Dustin tossed blankets around for everyone to get comfortable. You watched as Steve took his customary spot on the big couch, on the far end, grabbing one of the big blankets and looking at you, silently asking if you were coming. It was normal for you to be next to him, normal for you to be tucked into his side, normal for him to put his arm around as you laid your head on his chest. Oh.

What was normal for the two of you…wasn’t normal for everyone. Not for people that were just friends. At the realization, your cheeks warmed up and you slowly made your way to him, almost flopping down as he tossed the blanket over both of you. You wondered if…maybe he felt the same way as you. You’d always thought you’d hidden your affection and sweetness for him well enough but now you were…absolutely questioning that.

Without even thinking about it, Steve pulled you into his side and his long arm wrapped around you. Only this time, you didn’t lay your head on his chest or on his shoulder, but your gaze was concentrated on him.

Lucas flipped off the lights as Eddie started the movie, casting the room into darkness save for the light of the television. You hadn’t even noticed what movie was playing, instead so hyper-aware and focused on Steve. You’d never been more aware of his closeness, of how his body felt next to yours. Suddenly it seemed like every time you had touched him had been taken for granted.

“Hey,” he leaned and whispered so long you could hear him, “is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, giving him an unconvincing little smile, “just…tired.”

“Oh,” he almost sounded disappointed, but you could tell that he didn’t believe you, “okay.”

Despite your hesitation, you forced yourself to push through, to see if perhaps you could take it a little further. You slung your arm over his midsection before cuddling into his side and practically squishing your face into his chest. You could feel his sharp inhale before he slowly let it back out and he relaxed. Neither of you said anything for some time, sitting there comfortably tangled up, but unable to focus on the movie.

After what seemed like a small eternity, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You untangled yourself from Steve, sitting back on legs so you were facing him. His mouth opened in surprise for a moment, but when he noticed you studying him so intently, he grew nervous.

“C-can we go upstairs?” his heart almost dropped into his stomach at your words as his mind immediately started reeling with the possibilities. His mouth felt dry so he just nodded instead, not trusting himself to speak. You quietly climbed off the couch and padded towards the stairs with Steve following closely behind. You didn’t even look back or stop until you were at his door, letting yourself into his room.

There was something so familiar and comforting about his room; you’d been in here hundreds of times before but something about this moment felt so different. You sat down on his bed as he closed the door and leaned against it. You were looking at each other, both of you unable to look away.

“Stevie?” your gaze had shifted to your feet as you played with a loose thread on his blanket. He made a small sound of acknowledgement but didn’t push you any further, “why were they all acting so weird tonight? Is there something going on?”

“Whaddya mean?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets as you looked up and tutted at him.

“You know what I mean,” you sighed lightly, “they were all huggy and touchy. It’s not…I like touch, you know, but on my terms. It’s just…I dunno, I’ve always been that way. But…with you, i-it’s different. I don't know…I like when you…t-touch me."

There was a bemused little smile on his face as he waited for you to realize your mistake. When you did, your hands went to your face as your entire body felt like it was on fire, "fuck - Stevie, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I-I just…I like being close to you."

"I know what you meant," he moved from the door and came closer to you, tentatively and slowly to make sure he wasn't crossing any unspoken boundaries. When you didn't stop him, he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he set his hand down on the bed next to yours, and you could feel his pinky brushing against yours.

"Steve-"

"Robin is convinced that you like me," he cut you off but had to do it because he wasn't sure if he'd get the courage to say it again, "she says you have this tell - that you don't like touching anyone else but me."

"Steve."

"She wanted to test her dumb theory and that's why everyone was so lovey dovey touchy feely today," he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, "and I realize now that's a fucked up thing to do and probably made you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let them do it."

"It's okay," you smiled softly, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering around wildly. Robin knew - she had known. Which means that everyone else probably did too, "I thought they were being extra weird."

"Unfortunately."

"What was your conclusion?"

"I - ugh - what?"

"Your conclusion," you moved your hand ever so slightly closer to his and nudged his foot with yours, "what did you learn? About Robin's little theory."

"I…" he inhaled and trailed off, turning his head lightly towards you, "well…I-I think she was right."

"Oh,” it was a soft little sound that caused him to panic and spiral almost immediately. Oh. It could have meant a hundred different things but your expression was giving away nothing. Meanwhile you were trying not to panic out of sheer excitement because holy fuck - that meant Steve did like you. Or at least…probably did. Shit. Were you reading into this too much now? You allowed yourself a small glance at him and realized he’d been staring at you this entire time.

You shifted so you were fully sitting on his bed, cross-legged as you waited to see who would break the tension. He nervously rubbed his palms on his thighs before letting out a small, nervous laugh, “oh.”

“Steve,” you put your hand on his arm, willing him to look at you, but all he did was stare at the floor, “Stevie.”

He turned at the sound of his nickname, his big, soft brown eyes meeting yours. You could tell there was a nervous little hope behind them. He’d never let anyone else call him Stevie. It had always irked and irritated him but when you said it? It practically made him weak in the knees. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he moved so his position was mirroring yours.

You felt so vulnerable and open with him, but you never once felt scared or nervous. He always made you feel safe - protected. In a blur and without letting yourself overthink for one, you put your hand on his cheek and surged forward to kiss him. He made a small sound of surprise, taken aback by your sudden boldness, but quickly kissed you right back. It was messy at first, clumsy and awkward and your teeth clicked together a few times, but you soon found a rhythm that was both needy and saccharine.

He pulled and you pushed your way onto his lap, and he settled his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he had thoroughly kissed you until you were both breathless, he pulled back and you both exchanged a nervous little laugh.

“So ‘oh’ was a good thing then?” he asked sweetly as he cupped your face in his warm, large hand before stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling warm from his touch, “it was.”

“Fuck me,” his groan was playful as he pressed his forehead against yours before you kissed him again. He tasted of salty popcorn, sweet cookies, and faint mint. You liked it - you liked him. You really like kissing him; you’d imagined this moment at least a million times and this still felt better than anything you could have ever dreamed up, “Robin is never going to let me live it down once she realizes she was right.”

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” you whispered, leaning in so your lips were brushing against his, “maybe it’s the little push we finally needed.”

“I would have said…something a long time again if I had any idea that you’d feel even remotely the same,” he admitted as a wicked blush rose up in his cheeks. You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. Those soft, big doe eyes make him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

“What do you mean?” you whispered, “did you not think I liked you? Steve, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Y-you..love me?”

“Oh, ahh, shit,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously, pulling back from him for just a moment, “I-I didn’t mean it how it sounded. It’s just that…I like you a lot and it’s-”

“I love you,” his hands found your face as he pulled you back down to his lips. This time he kissed you slowly, pouring every little bit of love, every unspoken word into the kiss, hoping you were able to feel it. You were, “have for a long time.”

“Oh Steve,” this time it was your turn to kiss him, and the two of you were quickly lost in each other and one thing led to another as you ended up under him, beaming up at him happily. He leaned down and you brushed some of the soft locks of hair out of his face, and he couldn’t stop from kissing you again, “Steve.”

“Hey!” Robin knocked loudly on his door and you could hear Eddie giggling along with her, “movie’s over and ugh…we’re gonna continue this at the Wheelers’ so you guys have some…privacy.”

“Unless you’re already having sex!” oh Eddie.

“Good,” Steve groaned lightly as you just smiled at him, “now go!”

“Steve?” Robin’s voice was sticky sweet and you both already knew what was coming, “I told you so.”

“Goodbye!” Steve buried his face into the crook of your shoulder as you just laughed, “our friends are the worst.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but right now, I’m kind of thankful for them. So, tell me Stevie…do you want to have sex?”

“I...fuck,” he closed his and let out a wistful little moan, “yeah, I really do.”

“Good,” you whispered, “me too. But also - I love you.”

“I love you.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st

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bangtaninborderland · 11 months

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MYG- Music To My Heart pt. 2

summary: you helped yoongi get past a musical block, he finally shows you the song but it was nothing like you’d expected.

part 1

It was exactly two weeks before the countdown for the song had begun, army going crazy over the teaser for the new single Dawn, yoongi had been in higher spirits ever since that night in the studio. He had even asked you to go yourself, calling your presence a blessing to his artistry.

The usual before a song release would be yoongi waiting around Hybe, either hidden in his studio or in the company of another member. Very rarely would he be home to watch a release unfold so you knew it must have been a special occasion when he stayed in the apartment with you, moving you both to the couch to join the countdown for the music video.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, nodding towards the timer on the flatscreen.

He continues to pet Holly who situated himself in between you both, paws tucked under the blanket covering your legs. “I don’t like to think too much about these things, this song is just one I particularly liked so I feel excited. It’s not like I can go back and change it.”

“You should be so proud of yourself, you worked hard for this and the fans will know that.” You shifted closer to him, hand reaching out to massage the base of his neck.

He leans into your touch, eyelids fluttering. “I’m nervous for you to see it.”

“Don’t be, did you forget I’m number one in min yoongis fan club.” You laugh lightly.

He shakes his head, not enough to disturb your soft moulding of his skin. “There’s a million people who would have different opinions.”

“Yeah, and Jungkook would be the first one in line to do that.” You sigh dramatically, causing you both to laugh.

The rapper shrugs his shoulders, smirking. “What can I say I’m an idol of idols.”

“Min Yoongi have you no shame or has it all disappeared because of the “big house, big car and big rings?”

He buried his face in his hands, flushing red with embarrassment as he laughs at the old lyrics. “Stop it.”

“Oh, it’s starting!” You shout excitedly, nudging him to face the screen. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me hear it before now.”

Regardless of your continuous badgering and occasional bribery, he wouldn’t let you hear the song, declaring you could only listen to it once the music video had been released. You’d given up after he locked you out of his studio for two days.

The soft melody began playing, the music video starts out in flashes of black white and grey. Your eyes are glued to the screen.

“Is that?” You noticed the soft humming tone he had made you record, playing over the sound of a piano.

“It’s you.” He responded, you didn’t question any further wanting to take in the entirety of the song.

The music video shows him travelling through some sort of timeline, images of the locations you’d met at and been on special dates to flickering in the background. The lyrics caused you to tear up, the words being more meaningful than anything you’d ever heard before.

“Oh, I'm runnin' round in a daze

We been walkin' so many ways

Feels like my heart's about to burst

Can't you see the take two?

Stories unfoldin' just for you

Youth with you by my side

Take my hands now”

The last verse came on and you broke, drawing in a choked breath as you pull his hand closer to you.

“It was possible because I was with you

I was happy being with you

I breathe in your voice

I stood up with your tears

Do I deserve your love?

The intersection of souls we've created over the years

I am so grateful and happy to be with you

Let's continue to be happy in the future”

You noticed the grainy picture of you two in the background, neither of your faces showing but you remembered it anyway, it was the day he had asked you out.

You wiped your face as the song came to a close, the last notes being the song you always whistled whenever you were cooking.

You’d never heard something so powerful, you’d never heard a song that held so much meaning and although you were an avid fan of the entire bts and agust d discography this was by far the most beautiful song you’d ever heard. The message being clearly a one of devotion, love and thanks. Something you often realised you’d never understand so clearly if you hadn’t met the man beside you.

As you turn to face him you realise how eyes are trained on you, you doubted he had watched a moment of the music video. “It was so beautiful.”

He ran a hand down the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear. Search the song.”

“What?” You gave him a puzzled look pulling out your phone.

As you typed the title into Naver a ton of results followed, mostly articles about the release of the song. “Now what?”

“Search the credits.” He laughed, watching your eyes.

You did as he instructed and began reading through them. You went stoic with shock as you see the word “ace” below the melody section.

When you’d first met each other he had always called you that because he said you were the ace of multitasking. Dealing with your own job and supporting him at all times whilst making him his favourite foods whenever you could.

“Yoongi I don’t know what to say it’s all so perfect.” You began crying again and this time he brought you closer to him, careful to mind the sleeping dog as he pulls your head to his neck.

“I wanted to thank you for everything these past few years. For being my best friend and accepting partner, for loving me and the members. I’ll never not be grateful to have you.” It’s only when you pull back you realise he too has tears in his eyes.

You lean in to kiss him, the action speaking louder than words. “I love you Min Yoongi.”

“I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You kiss his head in return earning a smile.

“You really are something.” He laughs, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Wait until your number one fanboy Jungkook finds out you made a song about me.”

He rolls his eyes, fake groaning. “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You humm, tapping your chin dramatically.“You won’t but neither will I.”

“And why is that?” He raises an eyebrow, cockily.

“Because I’m yours forever.”

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Stuffy

AN: I was going to write a part where he took the kids to the park after but I'm falling asleep as I write this.

Dominik Mysterio was with all of his heart a family man. If there was one thing he learned from his childhood it was that he should cherish each and every moment he could with his children. Through the good and the bad, the sick and the healthy, he knew that he would always enjoy time with his kids.

Much like today, where it is the beginning of spring and the trees are just blooming. The seasons are changing and his kids are getting the worst of it. His poor babies have been waking up crying and talking about stuffy and or runny noses. Not to mention the whines of their head hurting. You had scheduled your rowdy toddlers a doctor's appointment as soon as you could. Though you couldn't get out of work as easily as Dominik could. Therefore Dominik got to spend the day with his children, taking them to the doctor for a quick check-up. After chasing his son around the house (and catching him after he tried to frog splash off of the couch), Dominik managed to get both toddlers dressed and waiting at the door.

They each had their own little backpacks strapped to their backs and a silly smile as they were jumping in their spots in excitement. Dominik grabbed his keys from the kitchen table and came back to the living room; he was met with the sight of his son and daughter jumping around telling each other about how excited they were to spend a day with daddy. Dominik's heart couldn't have swelled larger.

"Ready guys?", Dominik asked the jittery kids. They both yelled out a 'yes' with absolute and genuine excitement. Dominik smiled at them as much as he could. One thing he hopes his children remember is the smile and love he holds for them. Dominik put each kid into their car seat and strapped them in, only to sprint back inside to get the sippy cups, they could not live without. Dominik stands outside of the car and looks at his kids through the car window, trying to remember if he somehow managed to forget something else. But he came up short.

Therefore Dominik got in the car and turned over the engine, throwing his arm over the passenger seat in order to back up. The kids loved it when he did this because each time Dominik stuck out his tongue at them; earning a bunch of cute giggles that play in his mind for minutes after.

As Dominik got the kids out of the car and walked them inside of the doctor's office he found himself a bit worried. He always got nervous like this when he took the kids to the doctors, he already knew their diagnosis but it changed nothing. Dominik sits down while the babies are playing with the toys in the corner of the doctor's office intended for kids. Dominik watches them and only turns his attention away for a moment to text you.

Mi Amor

Should I be freaking out right now?

No honey, they just have allergies.

I know, mi amor.

Take a deep breath, they are the healthiest kids on earth.

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Dominik continuously glanced at the kids and then back down to his phone. Texting you instantly made his anxiety feel lighter and the weight on his chest was barely noticeable anymore. "Mysterio!", the doctor called out and Dominik jolted in recognition. Coincidentally so did the babies, they stood up and ran over to Dominik. They held onto his legs and apprehensively looked at the doctor in white. Dominik pocketed his phone and clasped their hand in his own. After measuring their heights and weight the doctor took them into a room. Overall the kids did well, though Dominik did have to tell his daughter in his lap when it came time to take her temperature. Afterward, they squirmed around and did laps around the room with the swivel chair. They took turns laying on their stomachs and propelling themselves from each side of the room.

Dominik had to take a quick video to send to you. When the doctor finally came in the babies straightened up and scattered over to Dominik, hugging his legs from where he was sitting. Their cheeks were flushed and Dominik laughed at their shy and embarrassed behavior. He rubbed their backs and looked at the doctor. "What seems to be the reason for your visit today?", the doctor asked as he sat in the very same swivel chair.

Dominik replies in a millisecond, "They have stuffy and runny noses, headaches, the normal allergies I'm guessing". The doctor nodded and typed everything Dominik said into the computer. After some basic information such as birthdays and prior doctor visits, Dominik and you proved to be correct. "Well you would be right, it is just allergies, but I will prescribe some light medication that will clear that up", the doctor replied and grabbed his things. The doctor opened the door and Dominik stood up, holding his kid's hands again and walking out the door with them.

Dominik bent down and got on their level, "Do you guys want a sticker?", his gaze shifted from his daughter to his son. They each nodded with enthusiasm, Dominik picked them up one at a time so they could see the selection on the counter.

After Dominik strapped them both in again and backed out (not without sticking his tongue out at them). He turned back to face the road and his expression was one of utter joy, his smile was so wide it hurt. If this is what it felt like to take his kids to the doctors office, then he wouldn't mind doing it everyday for the rest of his life.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterio x you #dom dom #dominik mysterio fluff #dominik my bbg #wwe #dad!dominik mysterio x reader #my baby daddy????#monday night raw #dominik #dom is the loml

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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hiii, do you know the video of ruben with the childrens in a tv show???? could you make one where ruben spends the day with childrens and when he gets home he talks about being parents??

omg I absolutely love that video babe! You gave me such a cute idea!🤍 I hope you’ll like what came out of it!🤍

Baby fever.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: After he’s been interviewed by kids, Rúben starts to “feel strange”. Could it be that he got baby fever??

Warnings: none, just sickly sweet fluff!

gif credit to @ruben-dias

As you were driving home from work, after what felt like the longest day ever, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw Rúben’s name flash on the onboard computer, signaling his incoming call.

“Hey baby,” you smiled as you accepted the call, “are you home yet??”

“Hi amor,” his warm voice resonated through the speakers as your heart skipped a beat upon hearing it, “yeah I am, are you on your way home?”

“Yeah, I’m five minutes away actually,” you said as you tapped with your fingers on the steering wheel, “I can’t wait to see you…”

“Is that true?” he asked as you heard him laugh through the phone.

“It is, I missed you today…” you chuckled as you saw the gates of your house in the distance.

“I missed you too meu amor,” he breathed, “drive safely now, I’ll see you soon…”

“You’ll see me very soon indeed, open the door!” you said as you waited for the gates to open.

“You’re here??” he sounded surprised as you heard some ruffling noises in the background, and you thought he was probably getting up from his usual spot on the sofa, “I’ll definitely open the door for you my love!”

“Such a gentleman babe…” you giggled as you heard the excitement in his voice. You knew he had a very special interview in the morning, and you wondered if his mood was somehow influenced by it; the thought made you chuckle once again as you saw him waving like an overexcited kid at you from the door, with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

“Hi amor!” he chirped as he was still holding his phone to his ear while he waved at you.

“Are we really gonna talk through our phones now that I’m right in front of you??” you laughed as you parked your car in the driveway, looking at him through your window while you turned the engine off.

“I guess not, I’d actually prefer to kiss you!” he said in a suggestive tone as you watched him walking the small distance that separated the two of you, or better strutting as if he was the hottest man on earth.

“Hey you…” you softly smiled as you opened your car door. Your eyes immediately landed on his lean figure dressed in a pair of grey joggers and a white t-shirt, one of your favorite outfits of his.

“You’re back finally, I missed you like crazy…” he breathed as he hugged you tight, lowering his face to breathe in your perfume as he placed small kisses in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too my love,” you said as your arms circled his waist, “let me get my things and then we can get inside okay?” you asked as you went on your tiptoes to peck his full lips.

“I’ll get them for you amor,” he softly caressed your cheeks with his thumbs before he placed a kiss on your forehead; he ran his way around the car to open the passenger’s door and took your computer bag and your purse in his hands, “do I need to take anything else for you?”

“No babe, thank you,” you smiled as you were already carrying your lunch bag and your coffee cup in your hands, “how did the interview go this morning by the way?”

“It was so cool! I had a lot of fun actually!” he said as he smiled from ear to ear, “Those kids were so cute, I had fun with them!”

“See? They’re just kids Rúben, there’s nothing terrifying about them!” you laughed as you left your shoes by the door once you both got inside, “Anyway, I’m glad it went well… This kinda proves my point, I always thought you’d be great with kids…”

“I know now…” he giggled as he remembered how much of a nervous wreck he was that morning, and how you were trying to ease his nerves; he thought the kids would get bored with him, that he wasn’t funny enough for them, but that quickly changed as soon as he met them, “They were so curious, they asked me like a thousand questions! And when I answered them, they looked at me with so much adoration in their little eyes… I don’t know, it felt strange… I feel strange after this morning…”

“What do you mean?” you asked him, walking to the kitchen with Rúben mirroring your actions and walking right behind you.

“I mean… I don’t know…” he stuttered as he hugged you from behind; he placed his hands on your lower stomach, rubbing his nose and leaving countless pecks on the soft skin of your shoulders. His fingers were tracing invisible patterns on your bare skin, as they went under your blouse; the touch made goosebumps appear on every part of your body, but soon it made you realise how your boyfriend was really feeling.

“Rúben Gato Dias!” you chuckled as you turned around in his embrace, “Do you have baby fever???”

“What??” he was taken aback by your question, as he didn’t think it was that obvious or better he thought he was masking his feelings way better! But here you were, reading him like an open book as you always did, “I-I mean yeah I thought about it maybe?…”

“You did?” you smiled as you lowered your gaze to your now intertwined hands.

“I did…” he said as he raised your hands to his lips, kissing each one of your knuckles as he looked into your Y/E/C eyes, “I don’t want to pressure you in any way baby, it was just a thought that came to my mind-”

“I thought about it too Rúben,” you cut him off, and bit your lip after your confession, “so many times I’ve lost count actually…” you admitted as you giggled.

“And you never told me?? Why’s that??” his soft voice was warm and soothing as he really wanted to know what was going around in that head of yours.

“Because you had so many things on your plate, and me too…” you frowned as his grip on your hands tightened, “I felt like the time wasn’t right…”

“But that shouldn’t have stopped you from talking to me about it. Didn’t we agree on talking about everything that comes to our minds?” he tutted, the hint of a smile always lingering on his beautiful lips.

“You’re right, I should have,” you hugged him tight as you leaned your head on his chest, “but you would have been terrified at the thought of kids!” you softly chuckled as you mocked him.

“Hey I was just afraid this morning, you know I wouldn’t otherwise!” he whined, “Not if they’re ours at least… plus you always told me I’m good with babies, were you lying??”

“I wasn’t lying,” you shook your head as you pressed your face further in his chest, feeling his muscles contract as he was laughing at your antics, “I mean you saw it yourself today how good you are with them!”

“What if I’m not good enough for our kids though?” he turned serious all of a sudden, and you picked up on his insecurities right away.

“That will never happen Rúben, I can’t see that happen really…” you shook your head once again as you caressed his bearded cheek, his puppy brown eyes were burning straight into your own as if they urged you to say more about what you were thinking, “You’re the nicest person I know Rúben. You’re sweet and funny, you’re so careful towards me, towards the people you love… you’re passionate and dedicated, even the kids you met this morning noticed all of your qualities I’m sure about that!”

“They looked at me like I was some kind of superhero…” he chuckled as he thought at the look in those kids’ eyes.

“And they only know Rúben Dias, the footballer, City’s and Portugal’s centre back…” you mused, “Think about that, our kids will know the footballer and the loving father I’m sure you will be… that makes it a tad bit easier doesn’t it?”

“You have so much faith in me,” he said as he hid his face in your neck once again, “I love you so much meu amor…”

“I love you more baby,” you smiled as you ran your fingers through his short hair, “now is there a chance I can watch that interview you made this morning?”

“I’ll show it to you!” he immediately grabbed his phone from his pocket, clicking on the video and holding his phone right in front of you as he came to stand behind you. You leaned your back against his chest while you watched the video; he was right, those kids were very curious and oh so sweet it was endearing to see their reaction to Rúben’s presence alone. They asked him such funny questions that had you giggling as soon as you heard them; and you laughed out loud when you watched Rúben’s flustered face after they asked him if he had a girlfriend. The little girl that asked him the question was clearly crushing on him, and you couldn’t help but think about your own little girl falling completely in love with her dad: she’d have his lovely brown eyes and his bright smile, she’d be stubborn just like him and you’d have a hard time sharing him with her, there was no doubt about that.

“You know I can totally picture our little girl falling in love with you, she’d be such a daddy’s girl!” you absentmindedly said, and Rúben’s eyes immediately shot to your face. His heart picked up its pace instantly, for the first time in two years you were talking about the possibility of having kids of your own and he found himself growing impatient by the minute.

“A girl? And what if we’re gonna have a little boy?” his voice was muffled by your hair as he was now pressing kisses on the back of your head.

“That won’t change a thing!” you laughed, “Even if it’s a boy he’d be in love with you, ‘cause it’s impossible not to be in love with you babe…”

“Would you rather have a boy or a girl?” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his eyes never leaving your smiley face as your stare was fixed on his phone still, “I mean if you could choose what would you prefer?”

“I don’t know really, I mean when I thought about our children I’ve always imagined we’d have a boy first and then a girl; he’d be so protective towards her just like you are with me…” you rambled as you were lost in your fantasies, and Rúben couldn’t do anything else but stare at you with all the love he had in his eyes, “But then I thought that, even if we’d have a girl first that really wouldn’t change anything, because she’d care about her little brother all the same… so I don’t know…”

“I love you.” he simply stated as you looked him in the eyes, those dark brown eyes that held all your world in them.

“Why are you looking at me like that??” you awkwardly laughed as you blushed.

“Because I can’t wait to have a baby with you,” he breathed as he put his phone back in his pocket, the interview long forgotten by the two of you, “one, two, three, I don’t care, I just want a family with you!”

“Whoa calm your tits babe!” you chuckled as you widened your eyes at his words, “Let’s start with one okay?”

“Okay okay, sorry…” he smiled as he raised his hands in the air, looking down at his feet before his head shot up again to look at you, “Wait, does that mean we can start trying??”

“I guess so…” you bit your lip at the burning look in his eyes.

“Like right now???” he was bouncing on his feet at the excitement, and there you knew you’d have a handful with your kids if they’d take their energy from their dad. You giggled at the thought as you nodded your head at Rúben, who couldn’t really wait anymore to have you in his arms.

You shrieked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing; he carried you over his shoulder to your bedroom and occasionally left loving bites on the back of your thighs, making you giggle in his hold as you squirmed impatiently.

“Have I already told you how much I love you??” he groaned as he lowered you down on the bed.

“Maybe once or twice my love…” you sighed as you took his appearance in, biting your lip as you watched him towering over you.

“Well now I should definitely show you, shouldn’t I?” he smirked as he kneeled between your parted thighs.

“I guess you should…” you said. Those words had barely left your lips when Rúben started pressing kisses to your neck, tickling you with his beard and making you turn into a giggling mess under him.

“So are we trying for a boy or a girl then??” he joked as his eyes sparkled with joy.

“You know you don’t get to choose do you??” you mocked him as you ran your nails on his sides, making him laugh at your joke and at your teasing.

“Who told you that? I’m a superhero, remember??” he giggled as he lowered his face down to kiss you once again.

You didn’t know if you were gonna have a boy or a girl, if you’d succeed at the first try or if you’d need more time. But in both of your hearts you were sure that you’d love your kids just as much as you loved each other, if not more.

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I woke up from a nap and found out one of the foundational pillars of my youth shut down. Damn.

Rooster Teeth was my lifeblood as a teen, and I’ve been a fan from the first time I saw Tex vs RnB’s. RWBY is what made me starting writing. I remembered the exact time I started actually writing down my ideas, Feb 2, 2015 at 3:52 pm after confirmation study, a day after I learned Monty passed. It was a RWBY OC fic that I stopped after I remembered their words to stop focusing on other people’s work and work on your own to build your own brand. I still have it- the writing is meh though -and my first drawings were RWBY characters like the ones below. I owe my artistic creation to that. Maybe I'll post that first fic one day too.

That gave me the time to build up a portfolio of original writing that I will soon be publishing online for myself. It inspired me and still does to this day as I enjoy RWBY and hope it will be finished.

I still listen to Gold, the music from RWBY just inspires such a sense of love from me. It can make me well with tears- which is not something easy do. I was apart of the RWBY WIKI! Back when we called Yang Yellow, and speculated White would be a cold high lady type and not girlfail. The Speculation House was my house. It was the first time I posted anything on the internet.

AND I CALLED IT BACK IN 2013- I CALLED SALEM AND OZPIN- ONE MAN WITH MULTIPLE SOULS A WOMEN WITH NONE!!! I CALLED IT AND EVEN HAD A POST I MEANT TO MAKE BUT I WAS TOO SCARED!!! SIX YEARS AHEAD!!!!!!

Anyway I was a superfan like from 2013-16 I lived and breathed the company, I watched every video, every channel, every podcast, I lived and breathed it. From Cow Chop, Sugar Pine, Funhaus, Gamefails etc. Achievement Hunter was why I came home from school to watch videos. I remember why RTX was a fandom wide event, and every single panel had mind-blowing information about something I loved. I was there for the first GTA V gameplay, and the first video on Let's Play. I have such a distinct memory of sitting down one Friday after school with a bowl of chef boyardee on a cheap white desk covered by a blue rag and chipped dark blue bowl, looking up at the ps3 3d wall-mounted tv, and watching the first Capture the Tower in Minecraft with such glee. It was my childhood.

I followed the King AU fan comic series on here and the FAKE AH crew AU. I was that heavy into it.

I READ A FEW REAL PEOPLE FICS. I was that deep. I've never done that for anyone else even in my deepest fandom days.

I remember being so excited when them and Yogscast paired up, they being another pillar and like them I am still a fan. Those TTT episodes are something special to me.

Like any company it had its flaws, and I remember every single controversy. Every. Single. One. God. I've diminished to someone who just keeps up with podcasts like F**ckFace and Red Web but I still called myself a fan. It was a foundation for me and a stabilizing influence when I was younger. I sincerely hope that the talented people there get help for this.

It only inspires my hatred of Warner Brothers more.

It actually does feel like a chapter has closed and I don't know how to feel about that.

Anyway here's Gold for your heart.

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#rooster teeth #rooster teeth shutdown #achievement hunter #RWBY #RWBY art #misc.stuff #lets play #rt #Funhaus #Cow Chop #fandom #Youtube

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I was wondering how would you describe Elvis and his personality and differences, romantically/sexually, across his different eras? it's an interesting topic and I'd like to understand more about him from a fact-based perspective. thank you!

hi nonnieeee! i love this question and i love talking about elvis, so thank you sm for this. 💕

this got wayyy longer than expected, so check under the cut!

soooo, let's start off with elvis in the 1950s.

we all know elvis loved women and in my opinion, he was a cheeky bastard (lovingly). when elvis had his sights set on someone, he got them- simple as that. except for brigitte bardot, sorry el 👀. anyways, he was flirtyyyy as hell. the part in good rockin' tonight where he goes "why don't you come to my house and i'll give it to you?" actually came out of his own mouth irl (and i will never get over it). also, when he told june he was crazy about her ass and was shamelessly looking at her ass. and remember the letters he sent to anita when he was in germany?

"every time i lay in my bunk and i see your little eyes and your little nose and it's almost like you're here, like you're pressed up close to me. i can feel your little hair on the side of my face and sometimes i get so excited and want you so bad, i start sweating"

i think he definitely had his fun in germany. this shouldn't be a surprise.

i mean, he was a young male in his twenties and got the attention from girls left and right- and he liked it. he definitely was not shy and when it comes to sex, i don't think he was either. he told larry that he screwed pretty much anything in sight a week before he had to report in 1958 and i believe it. he later learned that there was more to it than only the physical act, but i mean... if i was a male in my 20s and looked like elvis, i would've done the same. 👀

if you want to use the term sub or dom, i think he was a dom but not in the way we know it today??? i was obv not there, but i can't be convinced he was a big sub or sub at all (even though i love subby men🥴). i just think he was in that standard "man role" if you know what i mean- and i believe this goes for all era's, tbh. he was also pretty jealous at times which honestly makes me giggle sometimes but also makes me want to slap his face a lil bit. anyways, in my opinion; he was at that age where you're exploring things in your sex life and finding out what you do and don't like and just like any other human being, he did just that. with... a lot.. of different.. girls. good for him. 💁🏼‍♀️

anyways, elvis in the 50s was a menace. and that's a hill i will die on.

nowwww elvis in the 1960s? on a whole 'nother level. i feel like he was still at that stage of exploring at the beginning of the 60s, but he certainly knew what he liked. he had girls who'd make videos of themselves and watch them on the tv/video set ups he brought into hotel rooms. i believe he even had a girl fly over when he stopped at a motel once? and i mean... work. priscilla and him used to roleplay a lil, so i think he enjoyed that along with taking videos and pictures.

i don't think he had any extreme kinks. feet? white underwear? liking girls to be virgins? hardly extreme. he wasn't too fond of women who gave birth though and did not have sex with them if they did, which honestly... sucks for the women that had children and for cilla (i would simply fight his ass, anywaaaayyyy). i also read that he didn't believe in mixed race marriage/couples in the early 60s, but his view on that changed in the 70s. i can't tell you how true this is, so take this as you will. considering how different times were back then, i don't think it's entirely impossible.

emphasizing here that i do not think elvis was racist in any way possible, but life and the way people thought about certain things were very different back then!!

anyways, i don't think elvis was a selfish lover, he strikes me as the kind of person who likes giving as much as receiving and again, i don't see him being submissive at all though also not extremely dominant. elvis was a dominant person in general, but i feel like he was a gentle lover and wouldn't force anyone to do something they don't want. he'd kind of ease the girls into what he likes, but he would also make himself very clear on things he doesn't like.

i think he was big on the touchy touchy and foreplay, but i do believe him and cilla had, or were close to having, sex. as in penetration, not feeling each other up only- which imo is normal, but for a lot of people it's a touchy subject bc of their age difference. despite sleeping with others also, he considered cilla to be the steady woman in his life and love and sex go hand in hand for most people, doesn't it?

also him and ann-margret? freaky deaky in the sheets, i can't be convinced otherwise. but i also believed they genuinely loved each other and had a connection and that's what elvis preferred over simple one night stands. he wanted someone to both talk to and make love with and i think because ann was closer to him in age and so free spirited, he was drawn to that. also the fact that she got married a week after he did in the same city breaks my HEART- but that's a whole different conversation.

AND i do think him and nancy had a thing going on. even though nancy always said it was platonic between them... one can dream, right? they looked cute together.

the 1970s, baby! who doesn't love the 70s? we all do. when it comes to elvis, a lot of people see him as the "daddy" and "big daddy elvis" persona but in my opinion, that's nothing but fictional.

elvis was big on the baby talk and used the term "mommy" for linda, but i highly doubt it was in a sexual manner. sure, none of us were actually there, but here we have a man that craved for deep human connections and love in several different girls, rather than just having a quick fuck and leave it at that. he liked to take care of his girls, but he also liked to be taken care of. i don't think elvis ever lost his interest in sex and liked sex throughout his entire life, but i do feel like things slowed down a little in the mid 70s. don't get me wrong- he was still definitely having sex, just not in the same way as when he was in his 20s, ya know? keep in mind he was not 100% healthy, as sad as that is.

elvis liked his girls petite and still, virgins. he gained a lot of experience through the years and i feel like he liked showing that experience to the younger females he dated. he liked to be The Man in relationships. the story about linda losing her virginity to him was honestly really sweet, he was extremely gentle with her, as it should be. and sure, elvis could be shy sometimes but imo not to an extreme- he was more so gentle and let's be honest, he knew just what the ladies liked. he knew how to sweep 'em off their feet. i think he was confident in his love making skills, but would elvis liked to have been called daddy? no. i don't think so. despite being a dominant man, he liked to be babied.

mirrors, man. mirrors. we've all seen his room. i think he liked seeing himself and his partner get it on, and i also think he liked watching other people (i don't believe he never had 2 girls in his bed at the same time and i definitely don't believe he never watched them).

above i stated about elvis possibly being prejudiced, but also that his views changed in the 70s. sexually, i do think he experimented with women from different races etc in these times.

jealousy. j e a l o u s y. he cares deeply, and it makes his jealous streak come out to play along the way. this was the man that had red west call "a guy" so he could get rid off mike stone, but eventually chickened out. i believe elvis to be a person with a lot of layers- and yes, maybe some of it has to do with the medicine abuse etc, but it was also who he was as a person. he could be unreasonable at times, in both friendships and relationships, but it doesn't take away that his heart was in the right place. elvis loved deeply, so he also hurt deeply.

writing about elvis and his life from a fan's perspective, especially one that was not alive at the same time as he was, is an extremely difficult thing to do. i don't agree with some of the things he did and said, but who am i to judge? elvis presley was a human made out of flesh, blood and bones. one that was on a forever search to find himself, to be comfortable in the vessel god gifted him. he made mistakes, did some shitty things, but he was also very kind and did very good things that changed people's lives for the better. it's said he could bring you to tears, but he also was a gentle, generous soul who could make you feel good about yourself, like you belonged. but doesn't that count for all of us? maybe not in the exact same way, but we're all just trying to find our path in this strange and sometimes cruel world. we sometimes say mean things that we regret and then we learn from it. we're all looking for that big, fat "why?" in life- we might never find the answer, but that doesn't mean we'll give up trying to find it.

i didn't mean to end in on a note like this, but i guess what i'm trying to say is that we should start treating elvis as a human being and not as the man we create in our heads and fanfictions. he wasn't perfect- but if he was, where would the fun be in that?

(i'm obsessed with ginger's coat in this pic lol.)

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

jk jk. no but seriously- these are my opinions on the topic. if yours are different, that's okay too and i would love to hear your take on it. 💗

#tam.txt #tam talks elvis #thank you anon for this #had fun answering it!#sorry for getting a lil emo at the end hehe #elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader

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I Met You at the End of the World - chapter 5: Love is Beginning

Work summary: Luke Alvez and Derek Morgan have been friends for years. When a group of hitmen targets Penelope, Morgan calls Luke and asks him to temporarily join the BAU to help them. Luke obliges, of course, and when he meets the famous Penelope Garcia, he gets more than he bargained for in the best way. (Going to span from season 11-15)

Chapter summary: A phone call, a question, a kiss. The beginngings of a beautiful relationship.

Total word count: 32,425

Chapter word count: 5413

Can also be read here on Ao3

Luke was pacing his apartment, phone in hand. Was he really about to do it? It had been a few weeks since the Dirty Dozen case was closed, and he couldn’t get Penelope off his mind.

The two of them had spoken a bit in the time that they hadn’t seen each other. They’d exchange occasional texts, or Luke would send her cute videos of animals that he’d seen, or a picture of Roxy he thought she would appreciate. He thought the distance and the lack of constant communication would make the budding feelings he had for her fade, but, if anything, they only got stronger. He missed her. He wanted to see her again.

So, what was stopping him? Honestly, nothing other than a little button on his cellphone that would make him call her.

He stared at his phone. “Well, the worst thing she can say is no,” he said out loud.

Roxy barked in agreement.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

He pressed the button.

***

It was just a normal Sunday afternoon for Penelope. She and Sergio were about to relax on the couch and start their hundredth re-watch of The Great British Bake-Off when her phone started ringing. She sighed, thinking it was probably Hotch, but was very pleasantly surprised to see the name Luke flashing on her screen, and a pearly white smile and deep brown eyes looking up at her from his contact photo.

She couldn’t even try to contain her smile as she answered the call. “Luke! Hello! What a pleasant surprise! How are you?”

“Hey, Penelope,” came the smooth honey-and-gravel of his voice. “I’m doing really well, how about you? How are you re-adjusting to being home?”

“It’s great I missed my house, I missed the color, I missed Sergio, I missed my bed.”

“Yeah, I bet. Your office couch seems comfy, but nothing beats falling asleep in your own bed.”

“With all your experience being on the road for work, I bet you’re the expert in that.”

“I’m honestly not sure I remember what my own bed feels like half the time,” he joked.

Penelope giggled. “It was really sweet of you to call and check in on me, Luke. I’ve missed you coming to my office every day to hang out.”

“I’ve missed it too,” he reassured her, voice soft. “On that topic, though, I was wondering if maybe you’d let me buy you dinner?”

She laughed him off. “Oh Luke, you really don’t need to. I’ll gladly get dinner with you, but if we’re just hanging out you don’t need to pay for me, I can buy my own dinner. I appreciate the offer and I know you want to check in on me, but you don’t need to, I swear.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what—”

“Luke, seriously, you’re so sweet, but you don’t have any obligation to me or anything. You calling me is enough. I really don’t need—”

He started laughing a bit, cutting her off. “That’s not what’s happening! I’m trying to ask you on a date, Penelope.”

Her jaw hit the floor, and her heart started hammering in her chest. “Wait, what?”

All of a sudden, he sounded nervous. “Yeah. I like you, I think you’re beautiful, and interesting, and incredible, and I’d really like to take you to dinner. If that’s something that you’d be interested in.”

Her smile was so wide it would have hurt if she could find it within herself to care. “Um, yeah. Yes, I would like that very much.”

“Yeah?” She could hear the smile in his voice.

She started nodding emphatically, even though he couldn’t see her. “Yeah.”

She could picture the adorable, soft smile on his face. “Wow.” He sounded breathless. “Um, great!”

“When were you thinking?” Penelope asked, trying not to absolutely freak out while she was still on the phone with him.

He let out a sigh. “Honestly, I hadn’t gotten that far. I just wanted you to say yes first.”

“That’s okay,” she assured him. “We can figure something out.” A new worry suddenly made itself known. They both had unpredictable schedules, what if they planned something only for it to keep getting postponed, and then they lost their chance at whatever special thing they were on the precipice of? “Do you have any plans tonight?”

“T-tonight?”

“Well, you know, our work schedules aren’t exactly the easiest to plan around, and if we both have nothing going on…”

“Yeah, that makes complete sense. Yes, tonight works. It’s four o’clock now, can I pick you up at six? Is two hours enough time?”

She found herself nodding again. “Yeah, six works. I’ll see you then. I’m really excited.”

“So am I. I’ll see you then, Penelope. Text me your address?”

“I will. Bye, Luke.”

As soon as the call was disconnected, Penelope picked Sergio up and squeezed him. “Bake-off’s gonna have to wait, Sergi-baby. Mama’s got a date.”

***

In an hour and forty-five minutes, Penelope was ready, which gave her exactly fifteen minutes to let the fact that she was about to go on a date with Luke Alvez sink in. She had found him attractive from the very first day she met him, but she really started developing feelings for him somewhere in all the visits he made to her office to check in. His consistency, his friendship, his comfort were all things that kept her sane during that terrifying time. And clearly she had done something right, because he liked her too. And they were going on a date. A real, romantic date.

At six o’clock on the dot, there was a knock at her door. Appreciating his punctuality, she smiled, opening the door for him. She was immediately rendered breathless. If she thought Normal Luke was attractive, nothing could have prepared her for Dressed Up Luke. For one thing, the man knew how to dress. No matter the occasion, he always looked perfect. And his smile… it was blinding and bright, but contagious and genuine. And he’d brought flowers.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi.” He handed her the bouquet of pink roses. “These are for you.”

She accepted them with a smile and sniffed them. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.”

“And cat-safe. I looked it up.”

“Wonderful. I’ll just put these in some water, and we’ll be good to go.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“I should be good, but thank you so much.”

“No problem.” His voice got softer. “You look… really beautiful, by the way.”

Since she was facing away from him looking for a vase, he couldn’t see her initial reaction, which was an open-mouthed grin of incredulous joy. However he certainly did not miss the way she was beaming when she turned back to face him, vase in hand. “Thank you. You look amazing too. Not that that’s any surprise.” She had never really flirted with him, at least not so blatantly, but it didn’t feel forced or awkward. It felt natural and easy. If the whole night kept that pace, she was sure she’d be seeing a lot more of Luke in her future.

Once she had put the roses in some water she walked back over to him, and he extended his arm for her to loop her own through. “Can I open the doors for you tonight?”

God, she couldn’t stop smiling. “Yes, you absolutely can.”

***

Penelope was astounded when they arrived at the restaurant. “Luke, this is a vegan restaurant.” She’d heard about it, it was fancy, and gourmet, and pricey. She’d wanted to go, but hated going out to dinner alone, and couldn’t find anyone to go with her.

“Yeah, is that okay? You’re vegetarian, right?”

“Well, yeah, but you aren’t.” She was flabbergasted. He had done that on purpose?

“No, I know, but I called nice restaurants in the area to see if they could guarantee there was no cross-contamination between the vegetarian food and the meat, and they couldn’t, so I figured a vegan restaurant was the safest bet.”

Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “You called the restaurants?”

“Well, yeah,” Luke said, like it was nothing. “I wanted to make sure you could eat whatever you wanted and not have to worry about anything.”

She wanted to kiss him. “You are the sweetest person alive oh my goodness. That was such a kind gesture but also so unnecessary. I don’t even do that for myself! I just go wherever and order what I can!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t overstep.”

“No, don’t be sorry, you didn’t. You are just…” she was going to kiss him at the end of the date. She was absolutely going to kiss him. “You are so incredible, and I’ve never been here but I’ve always wanted to, and I’m so excited, and I’m really glad I’m here with you.”

He smiled softly and gently took her hand in his. “I’m really glad I’m here with you too.”

The two of them walked into the restaurant arm in arm and were led to a table for two near a plant wall. There was an eruption of butterflies in Penelope’s stomach as Luke pulled her chair out and helped her in, completely unprompted.

“Wow, this place is so cute,” Penelope marveled aloud.

Luke smiled, clearly pleased his choice of restaurant was a hit. “Yeah, the pictures online looked great, but it’s better in person.”

After their drinks and appetizers were ordered, they started chatting, catching up, talking about everything and nothing. And flirting. The only silences were when their food arrived and they took breaks to eat.

“Okay,” Luke said after a minute, still kind of laughing at a joke Penelope made. “I have an actual question for you that I’ve been dying to know the answer to.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“How did you end up working at the BAU? Don’t get me wrong, you’re great at your job and they’d be lost without you, but…”

“I seem like the last person alive who would have that kind of job?” Penelope guessed with a smile.

“Yeah, exactly.”

She pressed her lips together. “Is it bad form to talk about getting arrested on a first date?”

Luke choked on his drink. “You were what?”

Penelope tried to suppress her laugh. “Yeah, Morgan was actually the one to do it, and he and Hotch interrogated me.”

Poor Luke was sputtering. “Wait wait wait, you were arrested by the BAU?”

“I am not the first person to be employed by the FBI unit that was chasing them.”

“No, you’re not,” he conceded. “But what did you do?”

“To be fair, I wasn’t arrested because I was hurting people. The BAU would not normally have been after me, but Hotch was trying to find me so he could give me the job. Normally I would have been Cyber Crimes’ problem. Have you ever heard of the hacker called the Black Queen?”

“You’re kidding. You were legendary!”

“Were?” Penelope asked, pretending to be offended.

“Are,” he corrected with a smile.

“I was hacking big corporations that were testing on animals and contributing to animal cruelty. It was legal, but I didn’t like it.”

Luke laughed. “I should have known it was something like that. You literally have to power to bring governments to theirs knees at your fingertips, and you stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. Your methods may have been questionable, but I think it’s very admirable.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Do you miss the BAU at all? Or are you kind of glad it’s over?”

“You mean, do I miss the chance to work with my friend, hunt down a ring of hitmen, and getting to work with the most beautiful woman I’d ever met?”

Damn, he was good at making her blush. “Yes, other than that.”

“Well, I do miss getting work with a team. I’m all by myself now.”

Penelope cocked her head to the side. “Wait, I thought Morgan said you had a partner? What happened?”

Luke chuckled dryly and didn’t meet her eyes. “Is it bad form to talk about my partner getting maimed by an unsub on a first date?”

She let out a sharp gasp and grabbed one of his hands. “Oh Luke, I’m so sorry, that’s awful. You can tell me about it if you want, but you don’t have to.”

“His name’s Phil. He lived, thank god, but it was close. We had our suspects and Phil went deep cover… and the unsub found out. Phil’s paralyzed from the waist down.”

Penelope stroked soothing circles into Luke’s hand with her thumb. “I am so sorry, that’s so awful.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thank you. Well, this conversation got a lot darker than anticipated. Can we change the subject?”

“Of course! Hm, what should we talk about? How I have never been happier to have my life be put in danger because it means I got to meet you and now we’re here?”

He smiled softly at her. “As glad I am that I got to meet you, I am sorry that you had to be in danger for it to happen.”

She waved him off. “Not the first time people have tried to kill me in this job.”

Luke stared at her warily. “It’s not? When was the first time?”

Penelope bit her lip. “Is it bad form to talk about getting shot on a first date?”

The concern on Luke’s face was clear. “You were shot?”

“On a first date. Just over eight years ago. It was a dirty cop I was unintentionally close to figuring out. He stalked me, asked me out, and then shot me at the end of dinner.”

The fury that briefly flashed across Luke’s face was very flattering. “Okay, full disclosure, I am carrying, but because I have to for work, not because I plan on shooting you.”

She smiled at him. “Oh, I know. Don’t worry. I trust you. Now lets change the subject for real. So. When do I get to meet that adorable puppy of yours?”

The rest of the date was much lighter, and they were both grinning so wide that their cheeks hurt by the end of it. Once they had eaten their fill, Luke paid—and left a generous tip, Penelope was pleased to notice—and they left. It had rained while they were in the restaurant, which made Penelope smile. There was something about the way the street looked when it had just rained that she loved. The glow off the pavement under the streetlights as he walked her to the car. It made her feel like she was in a movie.

Their conversation didn’t stop the entire way back to Penelope’s apartment.

Luke, ever the gentleman, helped Penelope out of the car and walked her to her front door, their hands intertwined. Neither one of them made any move to leave once they’d reached her door.

“Thank you for tonight, Luke,” she said genuinely. “I had a really amazing time.”

He gazed down at her with that winning smile she adored. “So did I, really.” He looked like he wanted to say more but was unsure if he should.

Penelope smiled coyly at him, looking up at him him through her lashes. “So… are you going to kiss me goodnight or not?”

His eyes widened marginally. “A-am I allowed to?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if you weren’t.”

He gave her that smile, that one that was full of affection and kindness and admirtation, the one she was sure was reserved just for her. He cradled the side of her neck in one of his hands, his fingers brushing her cheek and hair, as he slowly lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and tender, and everything she could have wanted or expected from a first kiss with Luke Alvez. His other hand went to her waist, and one of hers rested against his chest while the other tangled in his tie, holding him to her. They broke apart after a minute, foreheads resting against each other, both of them lightly panting.

“So, I guess we’re kind of good at that,” Penelope said, somewhat breathless from the tenderness of it all.

“I’ll say,” he breathed into the space between them.

“So… we’re gonna do this again, right?”

“Like, another date? Or this?”

“Yes.”

He smirked. “Yes either way.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “Goodnight, Penelope.”

“Goodnight, Luke.”

She felt like she was drifting through a daze as she got herself ready for bed that night. That was the best first date she had ever been on.

***

When Penelope woke up the next morning and checked her phone, she was very pleased to see a text from Luke waiting for her.

Luke: Good morning :))

Penelope: Good morning 😊

Luke: At the risk of sounding desperate to see you again (because I am, I am desperate,) when can I take you on a second date?

Penelope had to take a moment scream into her pillow before responding, because he was sweet and was trying so hard to show he liked her and she could not believe that it was real.

Penelope: Well, I was thinking, maybe tonight you could come over for dinner? I’ll cook? Serial killer willing, of course.

Luke: Of course. Should I bring anything?

Penelope: Yourself, obviously, some wine, ooh and maybe your dog. If you’d like. I’d love to meet her.

Luke: Sounds like a plan. Roxy and I are both very excited (I’d be willing to bet me more than her, though)

As Penelope got ready for her day, she made a small grocery list of things she would need to pick up on her way home from work.

She must have still been smiling by the time she arrived, because the second Morgan saw her, he gently took her by the elbow and started walking quickly, half-guiding her to her own office.

The second they were inside and the door was shut behind him, he whirled on her. “Guy, girl, or other?”

Penelope stared at him, confused. “Huh?”

“The person who put that smile on your face. Guy, girl, or other?”

She blushed. “Guy.”

“Oh please tell me it was Luke,” Morgan begged.

She stared at him, stunned.

“Oh it totally was! Tell me everything!”

“How did you know that?” Penelope asked.

“Because he’s been into you for weeks and I have been waiting for this, now spill.”

“Okay okay okay, so: he called me out of the blue yesterday asking if I wanted to get dinner with him, and at first I just thought he was being nice and asking because he felt obligated, so I told him he didn’t need to. He said that wasn’t what was happening, but I didn’t believe him, and then he said ‘I’m trying to ask you on a date, Penelope. I like you, I think you’re great, and I’d like to take you to dinner if that’s something you’d be interested in.’”

Morgan made a face, looking impressed at his other friend’s directness.

“And then he took me to a fancy vegan restaurant. A vegan restaurant, Derek! Because he called other restaurants with vegetarian options to see if they could guarantee no cross-contamination between dishes, but they couldn’t, so he thought vegan was safest. He called restaurants! I don’t even do that for myself!”

“Oh my god!” Morgan exclaimed. “And I’m guessing that it went well.”

“It was literally the best first date of my life. And then he kissed me when he walked me to my door and he was shy? I didn’t even know he could be shy!”

“Neither did I.”

“But it was amazing. So amazing and I can’t stop smiling and, oh, this.” She shoved her phone in his face, showing him that morning’s earlier text conversation.

“Wow, you two don’t waste a second, do you?”

“With our jobs and schedules being what they are, how can we?”

“Fair enough.” Morgan remembered the early days of his and Savannah’s relationship and how hard scheduling was. He couldn’t fault his friends for taking every opportunity they could to see each other. “So… you’re happy?”

Penelope’s wide smile threatened to split her face in two. “So happy. He’s amazing. And maybe I’m crazy but I swear I’ve never felt this connection with anyone before.”

“No, I don’t think that’s crazy. I always knew you two would get along, but I didn’t know how well, but you two clicked from the second you met. I’d thought about introducing you two before, maybe I should have done it years ago.”

Penelope shrugged. “Maybe. But this is the way things happened, and, honestly, you won’t catch me complaining.”

“Wow, you are happy. I’m happy for you. You deserve this. Both of you do. So, what’s for dinner?”

“Do you know an easy way to make a steak?”

***

Just as she was getting ready to leave for the evening, Penelope got a text from Luke.

Luke: Were the serial killers considerate of our dinner plans for once?

Penelope: They were! I need to pick up a few things and then cook, come over in two and a half hours?

Luke: I’ll be counting down the minutes.

She bit her lip as she grinned. God, he was cute. She liked him so much.

She got home, changed and fixed up her makeup, threw on an apron, and started cooking. Tofu steaks for her, real steak for him—with Morgan on the phone to talk her through it—with roasted balsamic carrots and buttery mashed potatoes. It smelled great, and she hoped he’d like it.

Just like the night before, Luke arrived exactly on time, not a minute sooner or later. He gave her enough time to do what she needed without being inconsiderate of their plans.

Smiling, she opened her door to see a beautiful dog and an even more beautiful man. “Hi.”

He smiled right back. “Hi.”

The dog at his feet barked.

Luke laughed. “Roxy says hi too.”

Penelope dropped to her knees to pet the dog. “Hello, you beauty! I’m so glad to meet you!”

Roxy responded by nuzzling and licking her.

Penelope kisses her on the head then stood back up greet Luke. “Hi. Again.” She wondered if he’d kiss her hello.

“Hi. Again.” He reached his hands out to her but faltered. “Can… can I?”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, grabbing the collars of his shirt and pulling him down to kiss her. He made a surprised noise against her lips, but then melted into her and the kiss, hands immediately going to her waist, thumbs stroking soft circles over the material of her dress.

“For the record,” she said as she pulled away. “The answer is always going to be yes.”

She was so pleased to see a tinge of pink on his cheeks. “Noted.”

She let go of him then, letting him into her apartment.

Luke saw Sergio on the couch and went over to scratch under his chin. “This must be the famous Sergio. How’s it going, buddy?”

Sergio nuzzled into his hand a bit, and sneezed slightly, the motion releasing a small puff of fur from his face.

Luke sneezed immediately and backed away like he’d been burned by the cat. “Oh no.”

“Is everything okay?”

He turned to her, looking horrified. “I forgot to take my allergy pills before coming over.”

Her jaw dropped. “Luke. Are you allergic to cats?”

“Um. Yes. And normally I have my allergy meds and it’s fine and there’s no issues, but I forgot this time.”

“How allergic are you?”

“I will definitely be sneezing uncontrollably and covered in hives and half-breathing by the end of the night.”

“Luke!” Penelope scolded. “You should have told me!” She scooped up her cat and put him in her room and closed the door. “Okay, I am going to wash my hands, then I am going to get you some medicine so you don’t die. Okay?”

“Sounds great,” he replied, slightly mortified.

She made quick work of acquiring the medicine for him.

“It smells great in here, by the way,” Luke told her as he took the pills, grateful his nose hadn’t plugged up yet.

“Oh well that would be me,” she replied without skipping a beat.

“Oh, yes, of course.”

They both smiled at each other. His embarrassment was fading, and Roxy was circling Penelope as if to say, “I like this human.”

“She likes you,” Luke commented.

“Of course she does, who wouldn’t.”

Luke couldn’t stop staring at her. “A very good question.”

She blushed, but maintained eye contact with him. “Luke Alvez, are you flirting with me?”

“What? Me? Flirting with you? On our second date? Never.” As he spoke we was slowly stepping towards her and as he finished talking, he lowered his lips to hers to kiss her gently.

She kissed him back for a minute before lightly pushing away. “Luke, as much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want our food to get cold.”

“Right, right, of course. Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

Penelope grinned widely. “I do hope the steak I made you is edible,” she said as she led him to the dining table, “for obvious reasons I am unfamiliar with cooking meet, but Morgan was on the phone helping me.”

Luke faltered. “You. You made me a whole separate meal? I would have been fine with whatever you’re having.”

“You ate vegan for me last night, Luke. I can handle cooking some meat.”

Dinner was wonderful. Under the table, Luke extended his foot out and knocked it gently against Penelope’s, who smiled at him in return. She was so amazed and happy that he wanted to always be touching her in some way, shape, or form. He was ecstatic that she had gone out of her comfort zone to cook something for him. She’d done a great job, but even if the steak was awful he would have been happy, because she’d done it for him. There was no pressure, no tension, just two people who really liked each other talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company.

After they had finished their meals, Penelope brought out a Japanese cheesecake with cherry sauce that she had made. Luke couldn’t tell if her had bigger heart eyes for her or for the food. (It was her. It was definitely her.)

“You are really incredible, you know that?” Luke said after they’d finished desert and moved over to the couch to continue hanging out.

She blushed fiercely. “You’re pretty incredible too.” She noticed then that he had some crumbs in the corner of his mouth. She reached over to brush them away. “You have a little…” the moment her thumb came into contact with his lips, her breath froze. She stared at his lips. Then stared into his eyes. Then she kissed him.

She kissed him and she kissed him and she kissed him. He melted against her and kissed her back. It was gentle, and soft, and full of passion. It was a good thing that he had brought Roxy along with him, because they would have stayed that way, exchanigng sweet kisses until the wee hours of the morning if Roxy hadn’t started whining, needing to be taken home.

Luke groaned as he pulled away. “Rox, you are the worst wingman ever.”

Penelope giggled. “Don’t say that, she’s adorable.” She got up and walked him to the front door, kneeling down to pet Roxy and say goodbye to her. “Goodbye, you sweet girl, it was so nice to meet you!”

Roxy licked her hand in response.

She smiled as she stood, facing Luke again. “Is Roxy the only one I’m getting a goodnight kiss from?” As if her lips weren’t already slightly swollen and kiss-bruised.

“Definitely not,” he replied, tilting her chin up with his tumb and forefinger, kissing her tenderly, rendering her breathless. “Goodnight, Penelope.”

“Goodnight, Luke. Text me when you’re home safe?”

“I will.” He kissed her one last time and with that, he and his dog were gone.

***

Penelope was the one to text first the next morning.

Penelope: Good morning 😊 I had a great night last night, thank you for coming over. I can’t wait to do it again.

Luke: Morning! I had a great time too. Maybe you can come over here for dinner and I’ll cook you some cauliflower steaks :)

Penelope: Oh you sure know your way to a woman’s heart.

Luke: Only yours, hopefully…

Penelope screenshotted the conversation and sent it to Morgan with the caption “OH MY GOD???”

Morgan: So when are you going to see him again?

Penelope: Well obviously soon but I don’t really know. This almost seems too good to be true…

Morgan: noooooo don’t do that, don’t try and sabotage this.

Penelope: I won’t I won’t I won’t. I just… he’s really cute, and I really like him, and I’m just worried.

Morgan: about?

Penelope: that he won’t like me to the same extent

Morgan: baby girl, that screenshot SCREAMS affection

Penelope: You’re right, you’re right. And I know he likes me, he’s told me as much, and he’s made it perfectly clear. I’m just not used to it.

Morgan: Well, get used to it. Something tells me he’s not going anywhere.

When Penelope showed up at Luke’s that night, he greeted her with a gentle kiss and a “Hey, You.”

They kept up the way they were for a month. Any time they had a coinciding night off, even if it was just running errands together or having dinner at one of their places. They just… dated. Any night that he was at work or unavailable, Penelope would hang out with the team or Morgan and Savannah and gush about her budding relationship. She liked him so. Damn. Much. And her friends were so happy for her. Her ranting and rambling and raving was adorable, and her happiness was contagious.

One weekend, a month after they’d started dating, Luke and Penelope were spending their Saturday off together at his place.

Once the movie they were watching was over, he gave her hands a gentle tug, urging her to look at him. “Hey, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Her brows furrowed together in concern. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering… what is this to you? You and me, I mean.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is this exclusive? Are you also seeing other people?” He didn’t think she was, but he needed to be completely sure before he asked his next question.

She stiffened, and pulled marginally away from his arms. “No. I’m not. Are you?”

He shook his head. “No, no, I’m not.”

“Do you… want to be?” Her voice sounded sad, and Luke deeply regretted roundabout way he’d approached the discussion.

“No! Not at all! I’m just asking because, well, you remember I told you about my old partner Phil, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I was visiting him yesterday, and he asked me what’s new, and he asked me what’s new. Obviously, I told him about you, and I almost referred to you as my girlfriend, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that.”

Penelope’s face softened. “So. So you’re not asking because you want to be dating other people, you’re asking because you want to be exclusively dating me? Like… and actual relationship? With me?”

Luke smiled softly at her. “Yes, if that’s something that you would want.”

She started nodding rapidly. “Yes. Yes, I want that.”

His soft smile morphed into a beam. “Okay, good. Penelope, will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

She kept nodding rapidly, almost to the point of her glasses falling off her face. “Yes, yes I would. Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes, you can.”

She grabbed his face and crashed their faces together, the kiss more teeth than lips because they were smiling so widely.

After finally calming down a bit, they had a serious conversation about the dynamic of their relationship in their friend group. Barring Morgan and Savannah, no one knew about them. They decided that the next time the whole group, including Luke, obviously, they were all together. Penelope just figured she’d invite Luke to join them out for drinks or dinner at Rossi’s.

They couldn’t have expected what would actually be the cause of the next time they all saw each other.

#Garvez #Garvez fanfiction #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #Derek Morgan #Platonic Morvez #Platonic Morvez fanfiction #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds fanfiction

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hoony-parker · 2 years

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Hiii!! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader which is based of the lyric “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you” where the reader is going through something and Steve is there to help her?? xoxo

a/n: i loved this, anon 😭❤️‍🩹 also, i changed the "no one" for "nothing" for the sake of the context bahaha. enjoy! <3

btw, the dreams i mention were actually dreams i've had lmao

warnings: none, ig? fluff and angst, not proofread (oops)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

w/c: 1.9k (i just couldn't stop i'm so sorry)

steve could see right through you.

and he was very proud to say that he was the only person that knew you so well. of course that didn't come easily. he's had years of practice.

it came with being your best friend since you were sixteen, up until now, at nineteen years old, and now your friendship's developed into something more.

in reality, though, steve firmly believed he had some sort of gift when it came to you. he could almost feel whatever mood you were in radiating from your body and flying towards him.

it was like, apart from the cedar and apple scent he smelled on you every time you were near him, god, that intoxicating scent of yours, he could smell the mood you were in at that exact moment. and he'd swear to robin that no, it wasn't as creepy as he made it sound.

he really did believe he could tell when you weren't feeling your best. and it actually helped him make you feel better without having you tell him what's happening inside of that pretty head of yours, because he knows damn well you wouldn't tell him a thing.

he'd buy you flowers, offer to give you a massage, or even bring your favourite corny rom-com from family video to watch with you. no matter how much he hated the movie, he'd learn to love it with how many times you've made him watch it.

but, today, you were giving steve the silent treatment. not a single word heard from you since you've last spoken through the phone yesterday, and he couldn't help the little tingle he felt in his upper arms, the limbs growing numb in worry. he couldn't even explain the feeling.

last night you sounded just fine during your usual late-night phone call. should he have paid more attention to you? your tone? if you've spoken less than usual? how many pet names you've told him through the phone?

had he done something to upset you? 'cause, as good as steve was reading your expressions and your mood, he really had no idea what was going on with you.

so he drove directly to your house after his shift at work ended, grabbing the little ceramic turtle that laid beside your front door, a big, white-pearl smile on its lips that freaked steve out every single time, and was quick to grab the spare key that was hidden beneath, shuddering when he placed the small, greenish figure back down, and the brown eyed could have sworn he saw the damned frog's eyes following his moves.

he gave it a glare, opening the door carefully as not to make any noise in case you were sleeping, closing it behind him and locked it with the key, letting the key chain swing shortly, and took his shoes off and laid them under the coat rack next to the door.

your parents weren't home— something about an anniversary trip, he recalled you telling him— so he relaxed that he didn't have to deal with your dad interrogating him about what he had planned for the rest of his life with that stern look of his that made the little hairs in steve's arms raise. yeah, your father could be quite intimidating when he wanted to.

he climbed up the stairs, sock-clad feet barely making any noise against the wooden floor of your home, and he just begged to remember correctly which stairs squeaked so he could avoid them; you've always been a light sleeper.

he reached your room, your door completely closed, wich made steve frown. you never usually closed your door completely if there wasn't anyone home at all, and he was almost certain that you knew that you were home alone.

he softly turned the doorknob, pushing the door open, frown deepening when he found the curtains closed and a big lump under your covers.

steve walked towards your bed, sitting on the edge and put a hand over your sheet-covered body. "y/n's not here," your voice sounded muffled from under the covers. "leave a message after the sound."

steve chuckled. "how did you know it was me?" he asked. "it could have been a murderer, for all you know."

"saw your car from the window," you explained. "and i really doubt that freddy krueger has a 1981 BMW."

"hey, don't judge a book by its cover. the dude's a serial killer during the night, but he could be a car lover during the day," he said. "you're right. sorry for supposing," you said, still hiding under the covers.

he rubber your back, staying silent for a couple of seconds before speaking up. "were you sleeping? did i wake you?"

he saw your head moving repeatedly under the fabric, and he could only assume it was a shake of your head. "nuh-uh. woke up a while ago, though," you informed him, and he smiled rather sympathetically at the lack of energy in your voice.

he nodded in understanding, although you couldn't see him. "in a scale from one to ten, how weird was your dream?"

these were usually the kinds of conversations you had. you had the craziest dreams, and would always tell him what they were about. from you being a superhero fighting a gigantic blowfish that was attacking the earth, to buying weapons from your favourite rock star during a zombie apocalypse.

after learning this from you, he'd always ask you, on a scale from one to ten, just how weird your dream had been after a long nap you had taken. this time, though, his little, hopeful smile faltered when you stayed silent.

"sweetheart?" he asked, grabbing the edge of the covers. "can i see you?"

you didn't answer, and steve took the silence as a yes and uncovered you. you were curled up in a ball, laying in your pijamas and his sweatshirt covering your upper half. he looked quickly up to your face, noticing your exhausted look and the dark circles under your eyes. "angel," he cooed, laying down next to you.

you buried your face further into your pillow, bottom lip quivering and you had to bite it to stop shaking, your eyes squeezed shut.

steve took one of your hands, noticing how both of them were curled into fists, something he'd noticed you did whenever you felt anxiety. from the strength of your grip, after a while, your fingers would start aching, or you'd quite literally bury your fingernails into the palms of your hands. so, he took the hand that was resting agains the half of your body facing up, bringing it to his lips and placing soft kisses on your fingers and knuckles.

once he felt the tension leaving your hands a bit, he gently used his other hand to open your hand, massaging your fingers to help the ache in your muscles fade away. when he finished up with that hand, he pushed your shoulder carefully, signing you to lay on your back, so he'd have easier access to your other hand.

you obliged with a huff, opening your eyes to look at the ceiling. they were glazed over, steve noticed, filled with unshed tears that he determined to kiss away as soon as they fell.

he repeated his movements with your other hand, and he took both of your now relaxed limbs into his lap, pushing them together and rubbinf gently over the skin to replace the cold with a little warmth. "wanna talk about it?" he offered. you shook your head, turning to your side so you could hide your face in his lap.

steve accommodated, himself so you could lay more comfortably, and he run his fingers through your hair, sighing a little in concern. "don't feel like talkin' jus' yet," you told him, voice soft and vulnerable, and steve could feel his heart stuttering at the sound, at how small you sounded.

"that's okay," he said, combing his fingers through your hair, careful not to pull on any knots. he braided your hair, humming to a song he listened on the radio on his way to your house, and you even smiled a little at the sound.

steve hadn't noticed, though, busy working on your hair. you looked up from your spot on his lap, cheeks heating up at the mere sight of him.

even from down there, he looked so pretty— lips pursed and a gentle, almost non-existent crease in his brows in concentration as he continued to braid your hair with fine strands. they were a little messed up, some bumps and hairs out of place, but you appreciated the efforts nonetheless, heart swelling in affection.

you noticed he wasn't wearing the family video vest anymore. instead, he wore that yellow sweatshirt of his that you loved so much on him, and some blue, worn out jeans that sometimes hung too low on his hips and left little to the imagination as soon as he lifted his short from his body.

his hair looked tousled, and eyes almost as exhausted as you could only imagine looked yours, but you smiled at the sight anyway. he looked awfully pretty, and there was just something domestic about him taking care of you this way that left your head spinning, your mind dizzy and your heart fluttering.

he looked down, noticing your stare and your smile widened just slightly when you saw the tips of his ears turning a deep pink. steve smiled down at you, happy you found comfort in him and that he could lift your mood up at least a little bit, and he leaned down to give the tip of your nose a kiss that had you scrunching it up adorably, just the way that made steve want to grab you entirely and wrap himself around you under the covers and just stay there for the rest of eternity.

now you could feel a little more energy running up and down your body — it could've been the giddy feeling you had every time steve was around, too — but, either way, you sat up and quickly, without giving steve time to question your sudden motions, you sat on his lap, thighs wrapping firmly around his and, embracing him with a little more force than you had meant to, you accidently brought the two of you down to the mattress — not that steve was complaining at all.

he chuckled deeply, the vibrations of his voice resonating all the way to your chest, and you hugged him even tighter, face buried deep into the juncture of his neck. his arms wrapped all the way around your waist and back, big, calloused hands rubbing up and down your bag affectionaly. the warmth made you feel dizzy, and the way this man cared for you do deeply brought tears to your eyes, already emotional from your previous mood.

it seemed as if steve had noticed without even having to look properly into your face, the way you wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders and how you nuzzled deeper into the skin of his neck had him bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you in place, where you hid and felt the safety you hadn't felt in the last couple of days.

he still hadn't gotten you to talk to him, but having you close and feeling safe with him wrapped around you was more than enough for now, and way more than he thought he was getting when he stepped into your home earlier that day. so, keeping this in mind, he hugged you closer, rolling the two of you to the side and bringing the duvet back on you, still caressing sweetly your hair.

he kissed your forehead a couple of times, lips moving against the skin as he spoke, the warmth of his breath spreading comfort to your body.

"as long as i'm here, nothing can hurt you."

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve x reader #stranger things spoilers #steve stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things #i think i'm phisically impossible to write something short #i shoud probably learn to go straight to the point #i need a steve though #like so bad

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cutecherrygirl · 10 months

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Maknae line imagine

Roommates

Warning: soft, funny, cringe, cheesy 💛

Han

"IM HOME." You yelled loudly enough so Han could hear. After not getting an respond you walked around the house trying to find him. "Where the hell is he?" You thought to yourself but your thoughts were interrupted by a nouce of humming coming from your room. "This can't be good." you said to yourself preparing what to see when you open the door. Opening the door slightly you saw Han standing in front of your mirror with a powder brush and a bottle of your foundation. It took a couple of seconds for him to notice you in the reflection of the mirror. He turned around with wide eyes trying to say something but no words came out. "Soo ehm how was school?" Han asked trying to change the subject. " Why in the world are you using my make up?" You asked with a slight amusement in your voice "I ehm- I just needed- ive got the most massive pimple ever Y/N! You need to cover it up for me! I can't go to an interview like this!" He pleated. "Fine, but next time inform me please, can't have you wantedring around my room!" "Yeah I understand, wait, are you hiding something in here?" He asked curiously. "Nooo" you pulled on the word starting to cover his not so invisible pimple.

Felix

"This cannot be happening." He whispered to himself. But yes it did. You just beat Felix in a video game. "Cheer up Lixie, its not like I murdered someone." You told him while he just stared at you, with mouth wide open in amazement. "Shut your mouth sweetie, uless you want to catch some flies?" You commented cheekily. After zoning out Felix came back to reality and exclaimed " You are good at video games." But it came out more like a question "yeah, is there something wrong with that?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. "But you're a girl!?" He questioned. "Uhm yeah, just because im a girl doesn't mean im bad at boy things. Remember that time I won our wresting fight?" You lifted your point finger up after saying that to look smart. After taking in the words it was Felix's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You did not win that fight and you know that!" He said. "Are you so sure? " You asked, but before he could agree you attacked him on the couch now wrestling around on the small amount of space.

Seungmin

"Noo not again Y/N" Seungmin protested trying to snap the movue disk (yes the movie disk) out of your hand. "Seungmin! You promised me it was my time to choose the movie!" You fought back. "Yes, but every time you get to choose its always the same movie we watch." He said taking a bite of Strawberry. "But I love this film!" You said walking over to the DVD player, poping the movie disk in. "Fine, but dont mind me if I fall asleep like I've done the last 3 times we've watched it." He responds lifting his arm up for you to join him in the couch. "Just admit it, yoh love watching Frozen with me." You said looking uo at him from your position on his chest. "I think I enjoy this more." He said and without warning squished strawberry all over ur face. " KIM SEUNGMIN!!" You yelled at him, but before you could react he stood up, and started to run into the kitchen. Sighing lightly you started to run after him , getting your revenge by using some whipped cream and his cute little puppy plushie.

Jeongin

Tossing thr T-shirts in different categories Jeongin quite hummed to the music you were listening to in your washing room. "Is this mine or yours?" Jeongin asked refering to a White Dior shirt. Looking up from a big pile of socks you were working at, you stirred at it fir a moment before answering. "Try to look at the size" Looking at the little mark on the shirt he scoffted before throwing it over to your pile of clean clothes. "I can definitely not work it out in a Y/T/S size I need XS." Laughing slightly you started to throw some socks at him. "Are you calling me fat?" You asked with a fake hurt expression." Maybe?" He teased, letting you throw some more socks at him. "Why the hell do you have so many socks??" You asked " I may oray not have been stealing some from Hyunjin while being in tour." He answered. " Maybe you should return them back." "Nah, I like to see you working hard on folding them." He sahd with a wink before you threw one that hit him right in the face.

#skz stay #kpop #skz #stray kids #straykids #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #maknae line #skz maknae line #fluff #funny #jeongin #felix #han jisung #seungmin

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fantasticalleigh · 4 months

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LEIGH'S RIDICULOUSLY BIG TBR/TBW LISTS

like i mentioned before i am too busy/hesitant to actually consume a lot of new media (or at least be able to focus on it) so i'm critically behind on so much stuff. don't judge me pls :S lmao

anything in bold is something that i've begun but not finished :P tagging @snow-in-the-desert bc you expressed interest in seeing the lists!

TO READ:

The Love Hypothesis - Ali Hazelwood

The Hurricane Wars - Thea Guanzon

Winter's Promise - Christelle Dabos

The Stand - Stephen King

North and South - Elizabeth Gaskell

The Nightingale - Kristin Hannah

Little Women - Louisa May Alcott

Work - Louisa May Alcott

Don Quixote - Miguel de Cervantes

Dr. Sleep - Stephen King

The Secret History - Donna Tartt

The Last Duel - Erik Jager

Portrait of a Lady - Henry James

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller

The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton

The Great Mortality - John Kelly

Dead by Sunset - Ann Rule

Dracula - Bram Stoker

It's Lonely at the Center of the Earth - Zoe Thorogood

The Great Influenza - John M. Barry

The Monster of Florence - Douglas Preston

The Lottery and other stories - Shirley Jackson

Helter Skelter - Vincent Bugliosi with Curt Gentry

White Noise - Don DeLilo

Icebreaker - Hannah Grace

She Is a Haunting - Trang Thanh Tran

This Thing Between Us: A Novel - Gus Moreno

Parable of the Sower - Octavia E. Butler

^^ This is an incomplete list--I know there are others but these are the books I've bought over the past couple years and have not yet finished/ready. They are stacked on my desk and around my room, silently accusing me of neglect. I wither in shame. The rest of the list escapes me currently. This also doesn't include the tbrs currently on my e-reader since I can't remember where it is to see what's on there.

MOVIES/MEDIA TO WATCH:

Any Adam Driver movie that isn't on Netflix (House of Gucci, Annette, Paterson etc.) I have seen the Last Duel, Blackkklansman, This is where I leave you, Marriage Story, White Noise, Frances Ha and a few others). I know Ferarri is in theaters right now but I've kind of developed a phobia of theaters since 2020 :S

a ridiculous number of documentaries/video essays on youtube that I do not have the energy to go look for right now

Fall of the House of Usher (I love Mike Flanagan's work but I'm still hooked on Midnight Mass and Daddy Father Prewitt)

The Haunting of Bly Manor (I know everyone was obsessed with this and I meant to watch it but I was reading the Turn of the Screw when it came out and didn't want to get spoiled for it so I avoided it like the plague and finished the book but never got to watching the show)

Blue Eye Samurai

The Beguiled

Ugly Betty (I'm actually on season 2 and it's charming and funny but holy shit the amount of body shaming/slut shaming/ homophobia in this show. definitely a product of its time.)

Anne with an E

Fleabag (never finished it but thought it was amazing)

What we do in the shadows (have seen all but the most current season)

Reservation dogs

The Batman (2023)

Black Swan

The Crown

Band of Brothers

Demon Slayer

Whiplash

Wolf of Wall Street

Birds of Prey

Downton Abbey

Peaky Blinders

Nimona

Drag me to Hell

Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Queen Charlotte (halfway through but haven't finished. i hate things that make me cry when i watch them so i have to be in a very specific mood to watch emotional heavy things)

Lady Bird

The Banshees of Inisherin

BARBIE (*ducks thrown rocks* I'll get to it, i SWEAR) (but i'm amazing at avoiding spoilers at this point i still know very little about the movie)

Men

Pearl

The Invisible Man

The Turning

Succession

Suspiria

Promising Young Woman

Shiva Baby

Luca

The Green Knight

Licorice Pizza

Bullet Train

The Menu

Women Talking

Knives Out + Glass Onion (*ducks more thrown rocks*)

Paddington 2!!!!

SHadow and Bone (honestly I lost almost all interest in reading/watching this once I heard the hot villain dies. BOOOO)

Carol

That one newish show with Adam Scott that looks super liminal and sci fi i can't remember the name

The Killing of a Sacred Deer

Oppenheimer

Killers of the Flower Moon

Guardians of the Galaxy 3

M3gan

Turning Red

Everything Everywhere All At once

Nope

Barbarian

Just like the book list, I'm sure there's many other titles I'm forgetting to put here. I actually have branched out and watched a fair amount of new movies this year so i'm going to keep it going! and here's one more list just because this is fun

Stuff I watched or read in 2023 that I loved/recommend (with the caveat that not all of this came out in 2023): (and i'm not including obvious stuff like Spider man across the spiderverse)

White Noise

Don't Look Up

Living in the Time of Dying (documentary on Youtube. It is HEAVY on existentialism and the science/data on the current state of climate change. This WILL ruin your day so I'm warning you now. Definitely don't watch it today. This really affected me and I cried for a long time after watching this but it is incredibly important to keep in mind.)

Blackkklansman (i had to watch this with the volume on the lowest setting bc of all the n words being dropped so frequently lmao but goddamn this was so good and funnier than i expected.)

DIMENSION 20: Burrow's End!!!!! As well as The Unsleeping City season 1. Neverafter and A Crown of Candy are probably at the lower end of the list but I still love them. (thank you to @rogueimperator for cluing me onto how amazing D20 and Dropout are. <3 this is a whole new world lol)

Midnight Sun :)

7. Christine and the Queens - Redcar les adorables étoiles Full show on Youtube. I was supposed to see him live in October but he got injured and had to cancel the rest of his tour :( but this album and the video are incredible! Slight warning for semi nudity.

8. Game Changer on Dropout. he's been here the whole time!

9. The 1975 live at Madison Square Garden. I was lucky enough to see them twice this tour with my twin sister and we had an absolutely amazing time. They always put on amazing shows and this particular tour/their latest album meant so much to us. Even our younger brother has come with us for some of these shows so it's something we all share. (Last time they came to Chicago in 2022 the venue was too small so they didn't have the House set with them so we didn't get to see it in action until this year) Sex and The Sound will always be the perfect closers for their shows and I get so emotional every time I hear them. Core memories for sure.

10. Puss in Boots: the last wish. this seems like another obvious answer that i probably could have left off but this gets an honorary mention because our family cat was diagnosed with advanced bone cancer in August, and we had to put him down very soon after that diagnosis. We spent an agonizing week tending to him and cherishing every last second we could get with him. I've been fortunate enough to never experience the death of a pet until this year, and i almost wish we didn't have any pets at all because I've never felt such excruciating grief. He was a fat, grumpy orange boy with beautiful yellow stripes and a little yellow mustache. I was trying to distract myself and found this movie on Netflix and watched it, then recommended it to my sister (who is actually Thomas's owner but we all shared him) though I warned her the movie did deal with themes on mortality. We all watched it together the night before his final vet visit and Tommy was there with us on a comfy pillow. I hope he approved of the movie, because now any time I think of Puss in Boots i think of him. <3

I could add more to this but my eyes are tired and I'm wired up from coffee. I know this is long as hell so sorry but I had fun making it! I'll probably keep coming back to this post in the future to cross out what I've watched.

#leigh speaks

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liberflies · 2 years

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[未保存] Unsaved — Yuta.

Genre: angst, fluff, ex-lovers to lovers, some smut in the end, non-idol AU.

Pairing: fem!reader x ex-boyfriend!yuta.

Word count: 4k.

Summary: You and Yuta accidentally met on the beach near your house, on an autumn day, when you were walking your dog on a short walk in the late afternoon. There were numbers exchanging, video calls that lasted hours, things that sparked the beginning of your relationship. On your three-year anniversary, things changed dramatically: both of you decided it was necessary to take care of yourselves instead of trying to resolve the constant fights. But two years and a half later, you meet him again in a similar way you two met for the very first time.

Warnings: mild language, smoking, reader was dealing with some hephaphobia (the fear of being touched) problems by a traumatic past experience (she was harassed in public), yuta’s parents are kinda xenophobic. this is a sad plot that can trigger you if you’re a very sensitive person.

a/n: this is my first one-shot and idk yet if there will be any sequels, english is not my first language so i’m vvv sorry if there’s some orthographic errors or something like that. also, i’ve already suffered from the described phobia so I know what i’m talking about here tho. hope u guys enjoy!

You can remember it so damn well, like it was last night. It was hard not to feel humorless, and know you’re not imagining things. It was hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. Every single little thing reminded you of how he would smile at you, how he used to grab carefully both sides of your face and whisper that everything was going to be okay in its time. And you also remember that you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were happily going on a walk with your dog Hypo at the empty pretty beach right in front of your family house when you saw someone a little further on. Curiosity invaded your mind, all the late afternoons you were in that place embraced by the sea and the sand made you question that boy’s presence. At that time you never saw anyone around, usually the beach was so calm that the only sounds present were the footsteps of your dog’s paws and the singing sea waves. Getting a little closer, you noticed that he had a cigarette landed lightly between his lips while his both hands were hid in his pockets. His long black locks covered some of his vision: he was stood by the water’s edge looking at the horizon. And you’d even say that the view from the horizon was beautiful, but in that moment you realized that he was even more handsome.

You never imagined that the beach boy, Nakamoto Yuta, would become your future boyfriend. After several hours a day in video calls non-stop, after gradually meeting the brunette, you eventually fell in love. You were head over heels for him. More than anyone else he respected you, listened to you and understood you. And that was the case for over two years of relationship. In the last half of the second year you started fighting more often. You might consider yourself a workaholic, but you didn’t want to admit that sometimes you took up your free time with work stuff and denied being with Nakamoto more than it was supposed to.

You were so quiet watching the mysterious guy, your hand in Hypo’s leash lost strength gradually. And, as a good happy doggo, he ran into the tall male figure. You only noticed it when you saw the guy thrown over the sand while letting out laughs thanks to Hypo. Trying to control the awkward feeling that made the apples of your face warm up, you approached them in a hurry, calling for the little white samoyed with a funny worried expression. And the rest is history.

As time went on, things got worse and messy, so when your three-year anniversary came around you two decided that it would be best for you to break up. Yuta was the one who initiated the matter, honestly he seemed cold about it and wasn’t showing a lot of clear emotions at the moment. But you didn’t hesitate to agree because you knew it was definitely not healthy at all to keep a relationship like that. And yeah, that’s it. It was over.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the relationship, there was a big problem with the japanese family. Your mother-in-law never liked you, and neither Yuta’s father. Both of your boyfriend’s parents agreed that it would be better for him if he dated a japanese woman or someone studying medicine like him, not someone like you who worked in a small, unrecognized painting studio. Yuta used to fight with his parents about that issue and when he arrived at your place he would unintentionally take out part of his anger on you.

That day you left Nakamoto’s apartment in the middle of the night while your face was holding a good amount of tears. Usually he would drive you home so you wouldn’t go alone, but there was no turning back. When you were walking down a dark street near the center of the town, a group of men who had just left a bar spotted you as an easy target. Stealthily and silently they followed your footsteps, your mind was too full and confused to notice those three guys. Two of them grabbed each of your arms tightly and pushed you against a wall, not letting you go. The other, the tallest one, glued his body to yours: one hand squeezed your neck so you wouldn’t make any noise and the other caressed the inside of your right thigh. When they saw your bloodshot eyes shed tears of despair they just burst out some laughing. Those were the longest, most horrendous five minutes of your whole fucking life, and would have been more if the police not happened to be passing by. Pushing them and running away as fast as possible, you didn’t even want to talk to the cops who saved you. You just went back to your house and took a hasty shower to get any touch from those sick people away, crying all night after that.

Eventually your family and some of your friends found out about it, including Yuta, who blamed himself for not driving you home. But he never really commented on the matter with your common friends, he preferred to refrain from addressing a single word to you because he believed he was not worthy of such a thing. You developed hephaphobia thanks to the traumatic episode and it took more than a year of therapy and psychological support for you to even be able to hold your friends’ hands.

Fortunately time has done its work and after two and a half years here you are, in your own painting studio and in greatly improved health, being able to make more physical contact with the people you are close to, even if sometimes you get a little nervous. Filling a blank, empty canvas with life and colors simply took any, if not all, bad feelings out of you. It was your own therapy, and that’s what helped make you who you are today. A strong and pretty independent woman.

Speaking of paintings, you just noticed that the purple paint was gone and you needed it to complete the lavender flowers that danced on the canvas. As it was still 6pm, you knew you still had an hour to get yourself a purple paint palette at your favorite store, so you took off your apron and washed your hands thoroughly before leaving the studio and locking the doors.

The path wasn’t very wide, and the sunset turned the sky into pleasant orange hue. You made a mental note to yourself to paint this someday. After a few minutes, you looked to your left side and remembered the path you took to your old house: the beach was there. And, suddenly ignoring the time you had to buy the purple palette, you smiled excitedly and ran to your favorite spot since ever.

When you were near the water’s edge you kicked off your shoes and sat on the comfortable sand, closing your eyes and inhaling the all-too-familiar scent of the sea. It was just too good. The sea possesses a power over one’s moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so, and maybe that’s why it is the only thing you ever painted. Anne Frank once said “the best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature” and you totally agree with that.

The truth is, you have no idea how long you’ve had your eyes closed enjoying the aroma and sound of the sea. Probably 30 minutes, or 20 minutes… You don’t really know and you don’t have much interest in knowing. But it was enough minutes for you not to be alone anymore.

“See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me”, so suddenly, a voice that seemed to weigh with tiredness and the smell of a mint cigarette were present in the field of your senses. “No one knows how far it goes”.

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

For a few seconds of silence and nervousness, your eyes insisted on keeping closed, not wanting to believe the familiarity of the voice you just heard. Neither your eyes, neither your heart.

When courage invaded your deepest veins, accompanied by a fresh sea breeze, your vision turned active again and there you were looking at the left side of your body. Legs. The person next to you was standing, but you didn't have to look up to know who that voice belonged to. The obvious has never been so painful before.

Suddenly all the progress you'd painstakingly made over the past two and a half years seemed to regress a little slowly in a excruciatingly way. The memories of the ocean that hovered in your mind were solemnly replaced by laughter, holding hands, kissing and whispering. And all of that belonged to a single person. Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But in all these years you tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that you were remembering it all the damn time.

“Mi hozon”, the japanese words were spoken in a husky, low tone by the person next to you. Soon he was sitting there, but keeping a respectable distance. Your head didn't dare change the angle as you watched the lateral of his face. The black locks now had a pretty shade of brown that reminded you of the trunks of autumn trees.

“What?”, your question could sound pretty ridiculous to both of you: he knew you couldn't understand japanese, and besides, your voice was immensely shaky. Your body couldn't keep the little tear that danced slowly down one of your cheeks. There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

“Unsaved”, he said breaking the seconds of silence once again. Nakamoto Yuta was now staring you straight into your wet eyes.

More silence. Your cry did not echo strongly, it was silent and careful. Maybe you were a little too stubborn with yourself, you didn't want to totally collapse around him after you'd finally managed to recover from that day. From that trauma. It wasn't his fault, but you knew he carried it with him anyways. Your whimpers, whispered in sobs, were at this low volume not only for that reason tho: you would never dare interrupt the melody of the waves in such an intimate moment.

“I didn't save you”, he was calm, but the pain he was controlling was apparent. “I didn't save us neither”.

“Bad things happen-...”

“Always with the ones who don't deserve it at all, Y/N”, the taller one was now using both hands for support behind him. Not escaping your sight, you saw his long, beautiful digits dug into the sand as he pressed them down hard. “All I cared about was you and I did nothing after they told me what happened with my girl. I didn't have the courage to face you, I was a coward who got carried away by emotions and not by the reason. Apologies shouldn't be asked, they should be avoided. They're not a good sign. So why do I feel so fucking wrong about this?” because he loved you more than anyone before. Because he still love you.

You took a deep clean breath and wiped your face with the back of your hand, It was possible to feel all his confused emotions that were in those deep words. Trying not to get too deep into the subject, you ignored his lines. “How's life?” Again, your voice sounded weak. And even if you wanted to, you couldn't hide that fact. But Yuta knew you so well that if you decided to hide it he sure would know about it with no doubts.

Before giving you a verbal response, your ex-boyfriend took another drag on his mint cigarette. “My parents are dead”, there was no remorse or pain in that sentence. “They did a lot of shit to me so I don't really miss them. I'm only here in Seoul temporarily, i'm living in Japan because of work”.

“I see”, you couldn't blame Yuta for not being saddened by the loss of his parents. You more than anyone knew they were never decent people. They were prejudiced, stubborn, they just wanted to know about the family's financial stability.

“Honestly, I didn't believe that I would never see you again. But that would be the most likely option, right?” and it was. Or at least, you hope it was, unless you were just lying to yourself.

The atmosphere between the two of you wasn't uncomfortable, but it was unusual and a little awkward. The maritime melody occupied the scene for a few more minutes while you thought about what you should say, or if it was not necessary to exchange more chat. By now you should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone: you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence. But now he was there. Right by your side. And your heart wasn't at the planned pace.

“Yuta-”

“Y/N.”

A clash of simultaneity between your names broke the lull. Determined to speak, your lips parted to continue talking but the process was interrupted again. A fluffy weight pushed your back slightly forward and it didn't take long for your face to feel something warm and wet caressing it. Four white paws traced the free little path between you and Yuta until they excitedly climb onto your lap.

“Hypo?!” you exclaimed, astonished at the size of the dog. Hypo was huge compared to earlier times, but the cute muzzle hadn't changed a bit. Wasting no time, you wrapped the friendly animal's body in your arms and hugged him longingly, mentally thanking him that he hadn't forgotten you. But then you stopped.

It was happening again.

What should you call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia, or mixed into an epiphany. Something tells you that there will be another deja vu, but only this time, you’ll make it consciously. It's like you two were meeting again just like the very first time. But the situation was pretty different. And you didn't stop it even though your conscience knew what was happening. You could have chosen to walk away, to leave the beach the moment Yuta sat beside you on the cold sand lit by the orange sunset. And Nakamoto could have chosen to have lit his cigarette inside his car instead of going out to approach you when he saw you. Unlikely, both chose nostalgia. Both chose love.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And despite the serious expression that adorned Yuta's face, you knew his feelings were about to explode. He cared so much about you and he wasn't hiding it from your eyes.

After Hypo took some distance to continue exploring the beach, you and Yuta went back to staring at each other deeply. You could see an entire universe in his eyes, it was possible to decipher the words of his silence just by looking into them. And that's because you knew him too well even after two years and a half.

“Let me save us”, after tossing the unlit cigarette somewhere nearby, one of his hands came up to carefully cup the side of your face in a very slow and gentle movement. It barely touched you, as if it were a request for permission. “Let me take care of you, Y/N. I don't want this whole thing to mean absolutely nothing” he was talking about this meeting.

He was touching you so subtly. Strangely, you didn't feel nervous as you often did. Yuta's touch made you feel safe, your body was shaking from the feeling of adrenaline coursing through every corner of it. Not because of fear. You didn't fear Yuta, you were afraid of a repetitive void. That's what you were feeling.

“I'm not gonna make this something unsaved again, because again is practice, and practice is improvement, and improvement only leads to perfection”, when you didn't back down and didn't show any alarming negative signs, the young japanese men allowed himself to continue, holding your face tighter. He started a simple caress with his thumb over your cheekbone while you laid your head on his big hand.

“Nothing is perfect, Yuta” your sentence entered the taller boy's hearing smoothly, and he already had the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“I know, we were never perfect in all those years. I made some mistakes, you made mistakes too”, you two were physically closer. Now he was holding your face with both hands. Slowly, the centimeters were decreasing. “Who's stopping us besides ourselves?”

Usually when you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You feel like you need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest. Now, your heart was beating so hard, you felt like you had an earthquake inside of your body. It was weighing you down and your hands were shaking with the need of safety and comfort. But Yuta was giving it all. You placed your hands on his, your breaths were ragged and a little hastily messed up. They were mixing.

“I miss you” you said in a whisper, sadness taking your senses. “And i'm afraid”.

“I miss you and i'm not afraid of loving you again”, The truth is that he never stopped loving you, but he didn't need to explain it in words because he knew you understood it just by looking and by his gestures. Unable to hold out much longer, Yuta left a short, light peck on your lips, keeping a useless distance after that. Your mouths touched superficially.

Your hands moved to the shirt he was wearing and tightened on the fabric covering his chest. A longer kiss was about to ensue, but you preferred to wrap yourselves in a tight hug. When the right person hugs you, it's like medicine. You're grateful for those few people in your life who are good for your soul, and you're even more grateful of being able to do it again.

Maybe the universe really did make its choices. You shouldn’t waste your time in anger, regrets, worries, and grudges. Life is too short to be unhappy. And felt safe with him. It has been said, 'time heals all wounds'. You honestly do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. The wound left by that horrible episode translated into the trauma that settled in you, and it hasn't gone away. It's getting better, you're healthier, but it still there even if it's weaker. However, this does not only apply to the bad part. Your love for Yuta also never went away even after so long.

Perhaps one day, all those past conflicts will end. It'll be because you both have changed. In life, we make the best decisions we can with the information we have on hand. And we receive new information every day. The information you are receiving now, in the exact moment you hug Yuta, comes straight from your heart. It says you've found your safe point once again.

“I have my own medical office in Japan, and the place is big. It has free space”, your thoughts flitted for you to pay attention to Nakamoto's words. “You could use that space to make your art studio, y'know...”

Your throat let out a short laugh, you took advantage of the situation to pull away and wipe your face. The atmosphere was lighter. “I don't have the courage to leave the beach”.

“I don't have the courage to leave you”, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck where he left a subtle bite.

The only things that kept you in town were the beach you loved so much and your studio. Yuta knew that one of your big dreams was to travel abroad, as you had never done that before.

“I'm serious, Y/N” he continued. “I want to fulfill all our old plans and live a pleasant nostalgia by your side. I'm financially stable, I can pay for your ticket if you need to. You know I'll do anything to help”.

No matter how generous the offer, you would decline. You worked for your own money and you were willing to use it for that. But yes, that means you really wanted to go to Japan with Yuta. You knew when he was being honest or truthful with you, and he always was to this day. Now it would be no different. Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost, and you've been lost for the last few years. It's time for you to find a beautiful and safe path next to Yuta.

“I'll think about it. But if I go, I can pay for myself. Let's just... be patient and stay calm. Something unsaved can be bad, but being unhurried will save it”. As the last ray of sunlight illuminated the young lover's brown eyes, you calmly held his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

Yuta flashed a smile that shot an arrow through his heart before holding your chin with his free hand, touching your noses and foreheads. “May I?” he asked gently.

There was no hesitation in your senses, you were no longer trembling. Yuta felt like home. And so, you close the small distance and give him a pure kiss. One of those who shows will, affection, determination. The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other. You missed this and you thought you didn't. But now you don't need to hold it back.

Your chest was rising and falling in a hurry, your breathing, despite the lack of it, wasn't making you feel uncomfortable. Yuta still let you breathe sometimes. He was pressing your body against the front door of your house, one of his hands was gripping your neck in a strong and harmonious way, it was such a perfect fit. Meanwhile, Nakamoto's free hand was pretty busy in the free space between your thighs.

Both of you were totally soaked in salt water, your clothes stuck to your skin. During the final time on the beach, Yuta picked you up and threw you both into the water while roaring with laughter. As a result of that, you ran to your old beach house, which you still had the keys to, and the moment you entered Yuta decided to kill all the missing feeling he had for you.

You were a moaning mess. After moving your panties to the side, his fingers spared no effort. He moved two fingers between your wet walls at a fast speed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Talk to me, baby”, in all the years you've been together, you've never heard Yuta's voice in such a sensual and dangerous tone.

You shook your head several times, you had enough knowledge of your own body to know that you wouldn't be able to formulate a complete sentence. As a consequence of that stubborn act, the rhythm of Yuta's fingers became faster and stronger.

“Alright, doll. I'll make you talk if that's the case. You just need to promise me something”, withdrawing his fingers from your tight interior, he raised his hand to his lips while keeping his eyes fixed on yours. His velvety tongue roamed over the length of his long digits, cleaning the remnants of your essence. And still without taking his eyes off you, he pulled back a little just to unzip his pants.

“There's no turning back now.”

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lunartadpole · 1 year

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December, 1991.

Welcome to Hawkins

It's snowing, white puffs hit against the windscreen in a beautiful manner. And there's a certain tension in the car as it drives past the all too familiar sign. It's like a weight pressed down on his chest, and the thickness of the air makes it difficult to breathe. Eddie doesn't know for certain if Nancy can feel it too, but as the car rolls down the road, her demeanor changes; she straightens up her back and sighs heavily, like she's only just realised what a horrific idea this whole thing is. Whereas, Eddie realised that on the drive to the airport.

They didn't talk much on the plane. Or, well, they did but just not about anything they actually wanted to talk about. As Nancy went on about one of her stories and a lead she was chasing, Eddie could tell that she was just itching to know why he left, why he didn't tell anyone he was going; and Eddie couldn't really blame her, because the whole time she was talking his mind was just screaming for him to ask How's Wayne? Is he still living in Loch Nora? Is Steve? What does Steve look like now? Has his freckles faded from the lack of summer sun? Has his hair grown? Has he cut it? Does he miss Eddie? Does he hate him?

"Is it alright if we stop off at my house first?" Nancy interrupts the silence between them which had otherwise been filled with radio static. "Just so I can drop off my bags and say hello to my Mom. I'll take you to the trailer park after."

The trailer park?

He must say that out loud, because Nance shoots him a side-glance of confusion. Then realisation dawns on her. "Oh yeah, right. You wouldn't know. Uh, Wayne got a new trailer after you left. It's right next to Max's."

She's purposely leaving out details, Eddie doesn't like feeling like he's on the outside of something. But again, he doesn't press. Because he's scared of the answer. Instead, he turns his gaze back out the window, watching as the tree line morphs into town. And Christ, it's like Eddie never left, or Hawkins has just been staggered in time, constantly unchanging. Frozen like the ice on the road. They drive downtown, all the stores swarmed with people fighting to get the last turkey, or the last toy for their kids; Eddie remembers Steve coming home with a blackeye and a turkey that looked like it had been exploded and put back together, dramatically recounting his experience with a feisty old woman like he was some kind of war hero. And a ghost of a smile finds its way to his lips at the thought of Steve Harrington. Stupid, sweet, thoughtful Steve Harrington, who only bought a turkey that year because Eddie told him he and Wayne never did the whole Christmas Dinner thing.

They drive past Family Video, and if that isn't a big kicker for nostalgia. The building is lit up with those awful flickering lights, and windows are decorated with the same Santa window stickers and tinsel Eddie was forced to put up when he drew the short straw. He swore he was going to get frostbite putting up those lights, all the while Robin and Steve laughed at him with their warm coffee cups heating up their hands. "Bastards," Eddie spat, but he was smiling, teeth chattering from the cold.

He wonders if those two still work there, wonders if the break room still smells of moldy cheese from Keith's lunch. He wonders if Robin was the first person Steve called when he came home from work to an empty house, only to find Eddie's room cleaned out. He slumps down in his chair as the video store fades out of view in the side mirror.

Sensing his change in attitude, Nancy nudges his arm. "You okay?"

Eddie chews on the inside of his cheek. No, he thinks, no he is definitely not okay. This whole thing was one huge fucking mistake!

Nancy thinks for a moment, probably deciding what or what not to disclose to Eddie. What is her place to tell and what isn't. "Mike is gonna lose his shit when he sees you," she tries to joke, shaking her head fondly. "God. You know he grew out his hair? It's like, like yours now."

Eddie peaks over at her. "Really?"

She nods. "And Mom keeps calling me to complain about him blasting his 'screaming music' at all hours of the day. Apparently Wayne gave him some of your old tapes you left behind." Her expression softens. "You really made an impact on him."

Something akin to pride swells in Eddie's chest, replacing the feeling of his insides doing backflips. "No, I didn't- I'm not-"

"Don't do that. Don't undermine yourself. Those kids really looked up to you. I remember Mike coming home from school after you offered him to join your stupid club, he was so excited. You like, made him feel less alone. Or something."

And Eddie well, he doesn't know what to say to that.

"So don't worry so much. They'll be thrilled to see you."

"Yeah," Eddie huffs, "at least someone will."

They drive the rest of the way to the Wheeler House in silence. And when the car pulls into the driveway, Nancy doesn't move. Eddie looks over to her, and she seems to be in deep thought, debating whether or not to go in.

That's the thing about Nancy Wheeler, Eddie thinks. Everyone thinks she's so difficult to read, but you just gotta know what to look for; Nance chews on her nails when she's unsure, she gets this glassy look in her eyes and this twitch in her lips. Eddie saw her many times after Vecna. He doesn't think anyone else did.

"I don't have to go in," he supplies, already expecting her to ask him to stay in the car.

She snaps out of whatever haze she trapped herself in. "What?"

"It's not a problem, I get that your folks may not be too happy having a former wanted murder back in the house."

"What?" She repeats. "Oh, Eddie, no. God no. It's not you, it's just." A deep sigh escapes her. "You're not the only one avoiding home."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, only a little offended. Because he's not avoiding anything, thank you very much.

Nancy pops open the driver-side door, climbing out into the Hawkins Winter Weather. "It means," she says, "that things between me and my parents aren't great right now."

Vague. Leaving out details on purpose. Eddie doesn't know what to expect anymore, but he guesses she doesn't owe him any explanation. He certainly didn't give her one.

Eddie follows suit, pulling his old leather jacket close in a futile attempt to block out the nipping cold. He exhales deeply, breath turning to mist in front of his eyes in that way that makes him feel like a dragon, before going to help Nancy pull her various suitcases out of the trunk of her car. But he gets about halfway towards her when a small, porcelain figure on the snow covered grass catches his eye.

For a second he thinks it's new, because surely it has to be. But no, it's the exact same colour, there's still that chip on its large round nose, and there's obvious cracks in the structure.

Nancy catches him staring. "Oh yeah," she huffs a laugh, "Mom super glued it back together. You two never did tell me how you broke it."

Eddie looks at her with a smirk. "I have no idea what you mean."

December, 1987

"How are you not cold?"

It's the first time Eddie's ever been invited to the Wheeler's Christmas Party. And he thinks it might be the last if the look Karen Wheeler gave him when he walked in dressed, not in a Christmas jumper like the invite said, but rather his usual attire of a leather jacket. Not that he minds though, there is only so much cheery Christmas music and judgemental stares from Nancy's neighbours he can take before he needs a minute outside.

Eddie watches the smoke from his lips evaporate, mingling with the cool night air. Warm yellow light from the house bleeds out from the open door, and vanishes when it shuts again. It wasn't snowing yet, but he suspected that it would start soon.

"It's like, below freezing out here." Steve appears beside him, shivering despite his many, many layers of clothes he insisted on earing. The top layer is an awfully ugly Christmas sweater that Eddie bought him yesterday for this very occasion. It looks incredibly itchy, but Steve insisted on wearing it.

The other boy leans against the wall and holds his hand out to Eddie, to which Eddie passes him the cigarette with a smug look on his face.

"Thought you were quitting?" Eddie japs a finger at Steve's side. "Thought it was turning your hair grey?"

"Yeah well," Steve holds the cigarette up to his mouth, taking a long drag and Eddie pretend that he's not staring at the way his boyfriends cheeks hollow as he does so. "I'll quit tomorrow. You okay?"

And god Eddie loves that man.

"Honestly?" he sighs, "I kinda hate it here."

He doesn't expect Steve's shoulders to completely drop in relief. "Thank god. Listen, I love Mrs. Wheeler. I do. But this is the most boring party I've ever been to. And I was at Chuck Myers' Spring Brake party. That was boring."

Eddie laughs, shaking his head fondly. "Yeah, I could do without the middle aged women staring at me everytime I walk by them."

Steve frowns. He loops an arm around Eddie's waist and pulls him closer. "They're just old bitches. Don't pay them any mind."

They're so close Eddie can smell the spiked Eggnog on Steve's breath. And he panics when he hears laughter from inside, trys to pull away. "People might see us."

"And?" Steve smiles, the cigarette in his hand long discarded on the ground. He holds onto Eddie's hands, they're calloused yet soft in his. Again, he urges him closer and plants a chaste kiss on Eddie's cheek and that makes Eddie giggle like a school girl, so goes to give Steve a proper kiss but he doesn't get the chance when the song inside changes.

"Ah! I love this song," Steve slurs, and Eddie begins to suspect he's had a bit too much to drink. He can only imagine what Robin's like inside.

The song in question is another generic Christmas tune, one the radio can blast over and over and people keep listening to because it's catchy. Naturally, Eddie detests it, much like most holiday songs. He groans, "Of course you do."

Steve doesn't take the, frankly obvious, bait to rehash the same playful argument they have almost every time they turn on the radio. Instead, he starts to move in some sort of way that Eddie guesses could be considered dancing, and he manoeuvres Eddie's hands so that he's forced to join in.

It's an odd, arrhythmia rocking motion Eddie finds himself locked in. He thinks that Steve might have been going for a slow dance sorta thing, but Lord knows Harrington couldn't dance to save his life so he settles for whatever it is he's doing. And you can't really hear the music, since they're outside it's quiet through the walls, making it a bit awkward but Eddie doesn't care. The way Steve laughs, all carefree and thoughtless, the way he doesn't do very often, is music enough for him.

So Eddie let's himself dance, on the front doorstep of Karen Wheeler's house, and he lets himself forget that there was even a party at all; that he was here for an entirely different reason other than to dance the night away with his boyfriend - his boyfriend, Steve Harrington, that's still so surreal. He even forgets where he is.

Smash!

Momentarily, at least.

Steve and Eddie pull apart at the sound of the noise. They look at the ground, horrified to find the shattered body of a lone garden gnome broken into a dozen pieces. They stand over it, staring. Then Steve looks up at Eddie with a pale face.

"You," he says quietly, "you murdered him."

"Me?! He's closer to your foot! You stepped on him during your awful attempt at dancing!"

Steve's cheeks turn red, Eddie doesn't know if it's from embarrassment or from the cold. "Yeah, well, standing here over a dead body isn't going to magically fix it."

"What do you want to do then?" Eddie huffs.

As if on cue, they hear Mrs. Wheeler's muffled voice through the door, proudly declaring something to her guests. They stare at the door until Steve rattles around in the pocket of his jeans and pulls out his car keys.

He stares at Eddie. "Last one to the car has to tell Nancy."

Eddie is bolting before he finishes the sentence. The quiet music from the party is replaced by Steve's laughter. Music to his ears.

December, 1991

There's the smell of cookies wafting through the air when Eddie trudges through the front door after Nancy. She calls out that she's home and instantly there's footsteps rushing towards the hall. Mrs. Wheeler appears in the living room doorway. She's wearing a stained apron and her hair, now back to its natural brown, is pulled back out of her face.

"Nancy," she smiles, and pulls her daughter into a tight embrace. "Welcome home! Though I wish you called ahead, I'm a bit of a mess." She laughs and then turns to the living room, where a young, blonde haired girl sits on the couch. "Holly, come say hi to your sister."

Holly, who has grown significantly since Eddie last saw her at that Christmas party, merely waves. She doesn't even pull her attention from the cartoons she's watching. Nancy gives a curt wave back.

Mrs. Wheeler's eyes land on Eddie, quietly lingering in the doorway, and her expression hardens for a split moment.

Nancy coughs. "Mom, you remember Eddie, right? Eddie Munson."

"Of course!" she exclaims, still smiling but it's tighter, forced. Her movements become wary and Eddie is very quickly reminded why he left in the first place. Eddie feels very pinned down under her state. "It's so good to see you again."

Lies.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Nancy warily looking around. "Is, uhm, is dad here?" she asks, and that's enough to take Karen's mind of off Eddie and onto something more pressing it seems, by the way her happy expression crumbles into one of uncomfortable sorrow.

"He's working til seven." she tells her. Nancy breathes a sigh of relief. "But, maybe you could stay here this year," Mrs. Wheeler tries, "I'm sure if you brought Steve over then maybe-"

"Where's Mike?" Nancy interrupts, just when Eddie perked up at the mention of Steve's name.

"In the basement."

She turns to Eddie, giving him a sort of urgent 'go" look. Though he's reluctant - and curious, knowing she's only telling him to go just so he doesn't hear the rest of the conversation - Eddie makes his way to the basement. He gives a jerky nod to Holly on his way. She doesn't even acknowledge him. With her large, square shaped glasses, she looks a bit like her dad.

The stairs to the basement creaks under his weight. As he descends down further, Eddie can hear quiet laughter underneath the sound of slow music turned down so low, he can't quite make it out. The basement has that same BO stench that Eddie became familiar with during the many, lengthy Hellfire sessions he held down here. In some strange way, its comforting.

When he gets to the bottom of the steps, he starts to think that maybe he should have called out his arrival before hand; surely that would have saved Mike - and himself - the embarrassment of Eddie walking in on Mike and Will - Will Byers, Eddie fucking knew it - making out on the sofa.

He clears his throat, and takes a sick sort of humor in watching the two boys literally jump away from each other in panic because yup, been there kid. "Y'know, if you're going to have a gay make out session, the best place to do it probably isn't your mom's basement."

Mike all but yells in shock and horror. And Will seems to freeze like a deer in headlights, sitting stiffly with a rapidly growing red face. A second passes like this before Mike blinks, once, twice, and shoots up from the couch with furrowed eyebrows.

"Eddie?!"

Nancy wasn't lying. Standing in front of Mike now, all 5'11 of him, it was like looking in a fun house mirror. His face has thinned out, more sharp edges than last Eddie saw him; he's tall, incredibly so, and his hair, full of wild, unruly curls, has fallen down to his shoulders. He's dressed in a, clearly loved, Black Sabbath shirt that Eddie actually thinks is his, and he can't help the wide smile that splits his face in half.

But Mike is not smiling, well he was. His expression starts to cycle through a mix of happy, confused, angry. And then Eddie gets the air knocked out of his lungs when Mike barrels into him. Eddie thinks he's crying a bit.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Eddie tells them. About New York, about writing. He revels in that same old warmth that comes when the two boys laugh at his jokes, or when Will's eyes light up at the description of the New York skyline at night. Eddie and Will spent lots of time together before he left, both of them eager to have another DM to talk to, plan campaigns with. He looks at Will now, and he still sees the face of that kid that used to show up at his trailer with his tattered notebook and a head full of new ideas; it doesn't matter that his face has finally come into its own, or that he finally let his hair grow out past that ridiculous bowl cut, it's still Will Byers. They tell him about their own lives too, briefly, about school and life in general, and seem to have forgotten that Eddie caught them, what he walked in on. And that's fine with Eddie, they'll talk about it when they're ready, who is he to pry?

The three of them sat there for what realistically couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but felt like eons in the best way possible. Until raised voices upstairs cut through their conversation. Eddie recognises Nancy's voice and assumes the other is her mom.

Mike rolls his eyes and deadpans, "Oh great, we're back to this."

Curiosity gets the better of him, and despite knowing he shouldn't pry Eddie asks anyway. "They fight alot?"

"Just like, all the time," Mike groans and Will snickers at his antics. "God it's been like this for two years now, it's a miracle Nance even comes home at this point."

"Of course she'd come home," Will interjects, "Nancy's not like that."

There's something more to that sentence, something both Mike and Will understand. Yet another thing Eddie is being left out on.

"Two years?" he whistles, laughing sarcastically, "What could she have possibly done? Misspelt a word in her college application?"

Mike stares at him with wide eyes. "She hasn't told you yet? Her and Ste-"

"Eddie!"

Nancy's voice cuts through the conversation. Eddie looks to where she's standing at the top of the stairs, cheeks burning red with a fiery gaze in her eye. Beside him, Mike stands immediately, concern painting his face but Nancy just shrugs him off.

"C'mon," she says, "We're leaving."

Before Eddie can blink he's hauling Nance's suitcases back out to the car to the tune of Mrs. Wheeler begging, pleading, with Nancy to stay. Nancy doesn't listen to her, and she manages to keep her composure right until they pull out of the driveway, then tears start forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Nance?" Eddie puts a hand on her shoulder. "Nance, hey, what happened?"

She laughs, wetly. "Nothing. It's fine. My mom just- shit." Her grip on the steering wheel tightens. "I'll Uhm, I'll drop you off at your Uncle's place I just-"

"Hey, hey." Eddie rushes to comfort her. "It's alright, I'm honestly in no rush. Just, go wherever you need to go. Okay?"

Nancy takes a series of deep breaths, and her tight lock on the wheel loosens. "Okay."

The car turns right, and Eddie doesn't even need to ask where they're going; he remembers the road like the back of his hand. Loch Nora. Steve Harrington's house.

And it's different.

Not massively so. In fact, the only difference Eddie can see is the change in colour, from that ugly steel grey to a soft yellow. Had the snow been melted, he would have seen rows of flowerbeds but with the garden frozen over the only thing standing there are a couple of poorly made snowmen, one significantly smaller than the other but both finished off with hats and scarfs and, of course, carrot noses. Eddie spies the sight of that large, perfect Christmas tree he and Steve spent hours decorating so that everything was just right. The house stands out from the others, and whether that's because of the change in colour or the extravagant Christmas lights only it has, Eddie doesn't know.

And there's a moment where Eddie forgets where he is. A moment where he's not in the car with Nancy, but rather in his Van with bags upon bags of groceries beside him, and he's getting ready to navigate - completely destroy - Steve's kitchen in a futile attempt to cook dinner for the two of them. It feels like he's coming home, like he's never been away. Like it hasn't been four years, and things between him and Steve aren't completely ruined, shattered to bits by his own hand.

"I'll only be a minute." Nancy tells him, obviously picking up on something he isn't given the side eyed glare she shoots him. 'It's probably best if you stay here." But hell no, Eddie finally feels whole again and he's going to chase this feeling into tomorrow. He's out of the car before Nancy can even stop him.

Walking up to the door, Eddie's in a hazy trance. Memories upon memories flood the forefront of his mind; Him and Steve playing in the snow; Him and Steve watching horror movies; Him and Steve coming back from one of their summer drives, the sound of ABBA blasting much to Eddie's playful dismay. He gets to the door with Nancy yelling after him.

He lifts his fist to the door, but it swings open before he can knock. And that trance Eddie found himself in quickly fades as the smell of citrus and burning wood hits his face, and there's a child standing at the door.

A little girl, with curly brown hair tied back into pigtails, with a freckled tan face and wide hazel eyes that look into Eddie's soul. She's wearing a pink tutu and some kind of sports jersey, Eddie doesn't know what sport though. She blinks at him in a curious manner, tilting her head to the side, then her gaze stares past him and her face lights up in a face splitting smile.

"Nance! She screams excitedly, and sprints off in a waddle. Eddie watches as Nancy rushes up to meet her with the same smile on her face, and she picks her up in her arms and twirls her about. The little girl laughs ecstatically. Eddie's face pales at the similarities between the two girls.

"Wheeler, thank god you're home," A voice calls from the house. Eddie turns to the source and his heart swells at the sight.

Robin fucking Buckley. Standing in the doorway in all her chaotic glory. Her hair is slightly longer now and just as untamed as it used to be; she too is wearing a tutu and she looks like she's been running if her red cheeks and heavy breaths are anything to say about it.

She rubs her eyes, laughing in a pathetic huff of air. "I swear if I have to watch one more episode of Sesame Street I'm going to kill mys-"

For someone who always seemed so open, Eddie has a hard time figuring out what emotion lies in Robin's eyes when she finally looks at Eddie; is it happiness? Confusion? Sadness? He doesn't know. She stares at him, with wide unblinking eyes, and time seems to slow down for her as she takes the sight of him in. Eddie feels a little exposed watching her look him up and down, and he'd probably shift uncomfortably under her gaze, if he wasn't so fucking happy to see her.

"Hey Rob," he smirks, trying, and definitely failing, to sound sauve. "Miss me."

In response to his question, Robin gives him her fist colliding with his nose.

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