#okay only things that i know for sure that they wear is jackets for winter. leos army jacket and pipers ski jacket. literally might just

[bunkernine]

I think the worst part of this au tho is that I have ZERO sense of fashion, like I keep looking at parts like "oh what are they wearing" because outside of a few scenes where they're specifically wearing [redacted], I have no idea what is cool to wear. keep saying "he has a.... shirt on.... and a jacket..." because they're in winter but jeez 😭😭😭 this is so embarrassing

#okay only things that i know for sure that they wear is jackets for winter. leos army jacket and pipers ski jacket. literally might just #put jason in a northface jacket bcuz WHAT ELSE???? giving piper combat boots at some point. also she ends up with the... no i shouldnt say. #there are eyes watching. i shan't. 🙂 #but leo gets that toolbelt later bcuz i luv him 🙄🙄🙄 also i agree its handy. but cargo pants work fine for him anyway. #and then jason... 😐 i know he wears clothes i just do not care. #anyway if any of u know some cool fashion stuff or idk. evil ppl fits 😭😭😭 lemme know. this is embarrassing #eviltrio au

[taeraeszn]

hello! ur blog is one of my favorites to keep up with :D if it is okay to request, maybe a “zb1 reaction to reader wearing revealing clothes” hyung line only if adding the maknaes would be too inappropriate, i am not too sure? have a great day <3

zb1's reaction to reader wearing revealing clothes (hyung line)

hi guys!! ik im late but happy 2024!! i hope to deliver you guys more things this year <3 ngl i was a bit worried about releasing this since i am quite literally breaking my own rules but i thought why not and do this request!

this is only including the hyung line so gunwook and yujin are not included (ik gunwook literally turned 19 today but i still don't feel comfortable writing suggestive things for him)

warnings: EXPLICIT, mentions of lingerie and wearing revealing things, hella suggestive, may have spelling errors, most of the members are horny 😭

note: the reader leans more towards afab in this + these reactions are kinda long :)

kim jiwoong

jiwoong just came back from a long day of work and needed u in his arms

but what he wasn't expecting was to see you in clothing that showed off your skin and was much more revealing than anything you had ever worn before

you were just chilling on the couch watching your k-drama, totally unaware of his presence in your apartment

it actually caused him to stop in the middle of the hallway to look at you

his eyes literally went: O_O

but this cat got intrigued and got closer to you

"hi love..." he said then taking off his winter jacket. you turned around and jumped off the couch to hug him.

"i've missed you!" jiwoong would be lying if he said that he didn't feel shy putting his hands on you this time, rather than how he usually does

"me too, what's with this outfit?" he looked down but shyly looked up. you giggled, finally noticing that he saw you in this fit.

"oh this? i recently bought it. does it look good?" you struck a pose but this only caused jiwoong to be more red in the face.

"i-it looks great on you, amazing, perfect. i have no words." you playfully hit his shoulder in response to his words

"i know you love it! it's cute seeing you like this!"

"ok ok. but now that i've seen you in this, is it cool if we can go to the bedroom?"

"JIWOONG!"

rest of the hyung line under the cut!

zhang hao

so hao wasn't really expecting much, he came back from a hefty flight as zb1 were performing in another country for an event

however!! he got to head to your place when it was near midnight, he just felt better sleeping in your arms rather than at the dorm. you were chill with him coming too!

he knew he'd sleep better with you beside him :)

cue to hao entering the apartment where it was completely dark inside. his feet naturally led him to your room where he slowly opened the door to reveal your body covered up in your huge blanket as you were fast asleep

hao immediately smiled, you were the cutest thing to him. he made his way to the other side of the bed where he hopped in and wrapped his arms around you like he always does

but...it felt different this time. he didn't feel any fabric. hao then steadily lifted up the blanket to reveal you in just your undergarments.

when i tell you he almost lost his shit, he really did. right away he felt his body begin heating up and he resisted the urge to wake you up

"am i dreaming?" he thought. but nope, it was real. he cursed at his flight for taking so long since he could've seen you in it before you fell asleep

"you look so stunning..." he mumbled, gently manuvering his hands around your figure and then leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

he then wondered, was this a surprise for him? it was rare that he got to see you like this so he was cherishing the moment

"i love you so much my love. i won't disturb your sleep." he ended with then covering himself with the sheets and spooning you in his arms

though the next morning would be incredibly different

sung hanbin

it was your birthday and you had came back from work, you somehow forgot it was your birthday and jumped when confetti fell on you as the door opened.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" hanbin exclaimed, then coming to kiss your cheek

"thank you babe...i completely forgot." you smiled, he giggled then led you to the living room where you both sat down. "glad i could help you remember!" hanbin couldn't say it earlier since he was already out the door when you awoke this morning

"this is for you!" a present box now rested on your lap as you looked down. it was wrapped perfectly with your favorite colors

"what is this?" you noticed the shape of it was a square and that it wasn't too big but not too small.

"your gift. open it!" you ripped the wrapping open (which you felt bad for) to reveal a box inside that hid the item underneath it. as you pulled the top off, your eyes widened to reveal a piece of lingerie.

"h-hanbin what..." you held it in your hands and there wasn't much material, it was clearly meant to be revealing.

"i thought it would look great on you." he complimented. you suggested trying it on and hanbin wasn't going to stop you but asked if you were sure you wanted to. you agreed and left to change in the bedroom.

as hanbin anticipated the reveal, the door opened and you shyly came out in the small material. trying to look confident as you walked towards him. "what do you think?"

hanbin was speechless as his mouth was left wide open. he tried to make out words to say but none of it could as he took in how beautiful you looked. without saying anything, he got closer to you and wrapped his arms around your body then kissing you on the lips.

"you always know how to blow me away. i have no words to describe how amazing you look." his words melted you as you sunk your face into his chest, "thank you bin.."

"always my love."

seok matthew

you saw someone on tiktok come into their significant other's room with revealing clothing on while they're busy doing something and that got you curious.. how would your boyfriend matthew react to that?

so to answer that question you decide to buy the most revealing thing you found online and surprise matthew with it

it happened to be like any other day but matthew had his day off and came to visit you. he was watching youtube, totally oblivious to what you were about to pull

the clothing was definitely something, way too revealing but you knew matthew would be over the moon seeing u in it

as you stood outside the room with only a door separating you two, you felt your heart beat increase but nonetheless stood confidently

and then...baam! the door opens to matthew on the bed while being completely absorbed into his phone screen

"hey matt~" you sang. he looked up, "yeah what's up-" then paused.

nothing was said in that moment as he was in disbelief while staring at you, now mesmerized

"is it a special event today?" he barely let out. you giggled then shook your head, "nope! just wanted to surprise you. what do you think?" you twirled around in it, even giving him a view from behind.

he put his hand over his heart, feeling his heart beating rapidly. "you really know how to make me go insane don't you?" he got closer to place a kiss on your lips

"i hope it's a good type of insane." you smirked. with his hands now holding yours, he guided you to the bed and you laid under him as he hovered over top of you

"well, it's not like i'll be able to see this everyday so i will enjoy ever chance i get." was the last thing he said before shutting the door, making you realize what would happen behind closed doors in this sweet setting.

kim taerae

"it's not that bad taerae c'mon!" you exclaimed. though taerae begged to differ as he was trying to tug you away from the store

"no! let's go somewhere else, this is..." he couldn't finish his sentence and just sighed with his hands still holding onto the cuffs of your jacket.

“what?… don’t tell me you’re shy to go into a victoria’s secret!” despite him denying it, taerae turning around to hide his flushed cheeks gave it away.

“n-no! well, i’ve never been in one before!” you pulled taerae inside and began walking around the crowded area

just then, a pink set of lingerie caught your eye and you rushed to the mannequin displaying it in it’s full glory

“oh this is so cute! should i get it?” you asked your boyfriend who was taking glances around the place while trying to hide behind displays

“huh? oh yeah looks nice.” you sighed and dragged taerae to where the fitting rooms were and told him to stay there while you changed to try it on

taerae began playing with his fingers as the waiting game began until you came out. however he was thrilled at the thought of seeing you in such clothing that barely covered up anything.

“love? how is it?” he asked though the door was blocking your view of him. you giggled, “it’s great! look!” you then opened the door ajar.

taerae’s eyes widen in panic as he quickly covered the space that someone could see you from. his heart then began pounding as he saw your figure wearing what was previously displayed. it was perfect, he thought.

“wow…” with more confidence taerae walked into the fitting room though you protested and told him not to.

“you look great, you shine in it.” you looked in the mirror once again, striking a few poses

“you think?” he nodded and hugged you from behind as he held your hands

“hundred percent, i would love to see you in this more.” his hands gently caressed your sides

even then your body began to heat up, “w-well…i’ll buy it then. but you need to get out! someone will know were both in here!”

he smirked, “i don’t mind that.”

shen ricky

you just came back from a long but fun day of shopping with your friends. your arms were sore from holding all the bags with clothing inside

you told ricky you wanted to go shopping so he basically handed you his card and told you to go for it. he always joked that it was unlimited and you could buy anything so that's exactly what you did

luckily for you ricky was at home watching some tv when you arrived

"ricky, i'm home!" he helped you with the bags and put them down in the living room

he noticed the one bag that stood out from the rest, it wasn’t too big as it had only one item inside

“hm, what's this?” he picked it up and looked inside to see an unexpected item. needless to say, you had never seen ricky’s eyes widen that big before ever

“oh that? it’s just something that caught my eye while i was shopping!” you explained then pulling it out of the bag to reveal the small piece of clothing

ricky couldn’t believe it and asked if he could see it so you handed it to him and the man was in awe

as his eyes went up and down, he got closer to you and handed it back, “can i see it on you…please?”

you giggled, “only because you asked nicely.” then left the room leaving ricky to wait on the sofa. but it didn’t take long until you came out in front of him

ricky was living for you in this as his eyes lit up immediately

“you look great!” he exclaimed, now getting up to pull you into his warm embrace

“you really think so?” you gazed at the piece on you. it definitely wasn’t okay to wear in public but ricky was living for it

especially since only he could see you in it

“i mean you look amazing in anything…or in nothing.”

“RICKY!”

kim gyuvin

gyuvin was on tour and that left you all alone for the past whole month. this was just the start as this was a world tour that was going to be for months! though you were insanely proud of your boyfriend’s achievements, you really missed his presence in the house and wanted to surprise him

as you scavenged through your closet, you managed to find a piece of clothing that was extremely tight and revealing, very scandalous, but you loved it! as you tried it on, it still hugged your body warmly

you knew gyuvin was in his hotel since he’d tell you almost everything of what was happening, and so you opened your phone to facetime your bambi bf

with only one ring he answered where you saw him laying in bed, turned on his side as if he’d just gotten to rest

“hi gyu!” you opened with. from the angle you were sitting in, he couldn’t tell what you were wearing yet.

“hi! what are you up to?” you two conversed for a bit with just a conversation about your day and whatnot. you were waiting for the right time to reveal it and just as his hotel roommate left the room, you decided to hatch your plan

“hey gyu, look.” you switched the angle to now be fully showing your body and you swore that gyuvin nearly fell off that damn bed

“WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” he yelled through the phone, loud enough to turn down your volume

“oh this? i dunno i was bored and found it in my closet. i wanted to show you it since you deserve a gift after working so hard.”

“yeah, it is a great gift…UGH NOW MY CHEEKS ARE ALL RED BECAUSE OF YOU!” he shouted. you could now hear someone telling him to be quiet on the other end causing you to giggle

“well have a good rest yeah?” your fingers formed to create a heart shape to which he did the same back, “i don’t think i will after seeing that. it’ll be all i think about.”

“i’ll always be here if you want to see it again.” you joked. “i will definitely bother you for it again, but not now since i’m too tired. goodbye luv!” he waved to you.

“bye gyu” <3

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zb1 x reader #kim taerae #seok matthew #sung hanbin #ricky shen #kim jiwoong #kim gyuvin #zhang hao

[denwritesandcries]

YJS Headcanons | | body types

Pairings: Yellowjackets x fem!reader

Summary: Okay so, I was thinking about body types so I could add details to my Shauna fic, really small things like skin marks and other stuff and that made me think about the other yjs too. I'm not used to writing headcanons, but here are a few that I couldn't get out of my head.

Word count: 1,9k.

Content: my personal headcanons, cursing, suggestive, fluff, insecurities, hurt/comfort, recent pop culture references so i guess modern!AU??

A/N: This is so random and specific I don't think anyone will read it but I wanted to write it so badly.

English is not my first language.

shauna shipman

- I think Shauna is the most athletic of the girls, since in the first episode it’s said that she is the fastest on the team. Not necessarily thin; she is solid. Solid and warm. A warm wall seeking your touch all the time.

- She would always try to keep one hand on you and every time she touched you, her skin would be scalding hot, as if she barely needed gloves in the winter and only wore them because you told her to.

- Big spoon! She likes to wrap her arms around you and let her body wrap you completely when you cuddle or sleep together, her weight relaxing against you.

- Shauna is strong, like really strong and she knows it, her arms and legs are toned from training and she takes advantage of this to tease you at any opportunity, carrying things for you willingly (your backpack, shopping, whatever, she would be exactly like the *aggressively moves all groceries to one hand to hold yours* meme), rolling up the sleeves of her flannels ‘cause the muscles stand out, pressing you against walls/counters or simply carrying you during makeout sessions and nothing you do will take away the smug smile on her lips – well, barely nothing.

- She would also wear tank tops and shorts frequently just to make you nervous and receive compliments. It's ridiculous ‘cause she really thinks she's being subtle (she isn't).

“Shaunie, you sure you don’t want a jacket?”

“No, I’m good like that.” She's not, but she won't admit it.

“It’s raining.” You insist.

“The cold doesn't bother me anyway.” She shrugs, but leans back against you, placing her chin on your shoulder.

You snort, “Sure thing then, Elsa.”

- Shauna has a happy trail! Little baby hairs going up to her navel where she melts into a puddle when you caress her, goosebumps covering her skin in the same second.

van palmer

- I believe Van has rough hands from her goalie gloves! They're always warm even if the rest of her body isn't ‘cause of the constant movement – she expresses herself a lot with her hands too. She likes to run them down your sides just to see how your skin crawls, sometimes she does it out of nowhere just to scare you because she thinks it's funny.

- I think her skin is very sensitive, the kind that's full of moles and burns easily in the sun – you're constantly reminding her to put on sunscreen, but it's no use – she loves it when you trace patterns on her spots before bed or when you're bored somewhere.

- Her skin being so sensitive also means that hickeys and scratches are really hard to hide on her. She doesn't mind, in fact she seems to enjoy it a lot, you catch her a lot of times watching the marks spread across her shoulders and neck as they take days to disappear. That doesn't stop her from teasing you tho.

“It's been a week and there's still a purple mark on my neck. What are you, a damn vampire?” She mocks.

“Nah, you act like you wouldn't love me to be your Edward Cullen.”

She lifts her chin at you, “A leech then.”

"Van!"

- She has a belly and is very proud of it! She says it's the best for defending the goal and that it makes her fall to catch the ball less painful; She'll flex her muscles like a gym athlete when she's changing playfully just to seduce you (it works every time). She loves it when she lies in your arms after a bad day and you squish her tightly, it helps her calm down.

- She also has a happy trail, but she is too ticklish, like really ticklish. Many of your makeout sessions end up interrupted by her giggling when you drag your hands too softly under her shirt, she prefers firm touches.

- Van definitely has lots of small scars spread across her body from accidents over the years, that little weirdo (affectionate).

nat scatorccio

- Nat is as pale as a ghost, it would be impossible not to notice when you made her blush for any reason. She would try to distract you so you don't pay attention to it, but it wouldn't put off anything.

- The dark circles under her eyes are extremely pronounced, both due to her paleness and the heavy makeup she wears, so you always know when she's had a bad day or simply hasn't slept enough. She will complain incessantly about you making her stop and rest, but she will always do what you ask.

- I truly believe that she has lots and lots of moles all over her body, especially on her back.

- Some are bigger than others, large spots on the skin and she pretends that her heart doesn't warm with the fascination you have for them, but the prominent red face says everything you need to know.

“They look like small constellations, Nat," you sigh dreamily, hands soft on her naked skin, “Man, I wish I knew a single shit about stars so I could name them.”

“I’m shirtless in front of you and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

- I think she would have a lot of acne, especially on her face from sleeping and forgetting to take off her cheap makeup often, you would have to do a skin care routine together for her to really start taking care of it.

- She definitely has a tattoo scar that she got from one of those shady professionals before she was eighteen and didn't take care of it properly. You almost freaked out when she showed it to you out of fear that it would get infected. In the end she ended up with a weird drawing and a skin failure, but for Nat it was totally worth it, she says it makes her look like a badass (it's definitely not just because you kiss the mark every time you see it).

lottie matthews

- Alright then, let me tell you, this girl is FREEZING from head to toe. No matter how well she dresses up, her whole body will remain strangely cold, which worries you at a certain point, so what better way to keep her warm than to have her glued to you like a koala all day?

- She would place her cold hands on your neck just to bother you and then smile innocently when you took them in yours to rub them and blow warm air on them. That smartass.

- Lottie is tall (at least a lot taller than me) and I think she would have a lot of growth marks, you don't grow like that as a teenager without some.

- Light streaks on the back, hips, legs and thighs that would vary in tone over time. I think she would have the habit of hiding them so that people wouldn't comment, wearing long stockings with her skirts at school parties.

- She would be so flustreaded if you showed that you liked them by running your hands up her inner thighs, scratching her back gently to feel the smooth texture of the taut skin. It makes her feel so loved.

- She has sun spots on her face, around her eyes and cheeks. You think it's so beautiful that you could admire it for hours, anywhere, but you usually do it in bed in the morning.

“Are you watching me sleep, dear?” Lottie mumbles as she wakes to find you giving her a love gauze.

“Hm-hm,” you deny quietly, “‘Not watching you sleep. I’m watching you.”

“Oh.”

jackie taylor

- Now, Jackie would have stretch marks and be completely insecure about them. The girl needs constant validation about everything that concerns her and you better give it to her, she just wants to feel loved.

- Marks on her hips and chest that most of the time wouldn't even be visible, but she would still remember they were there. You run your hands down her sides as gently as possible and she will have tears in her eyes as you snuggle, heart warm.

- Your support helps her feel more comfortable with her own body over time, but she still wants compliments every day and will give you hints ‘til you comply with her requests.

- Jackie has freckles! This is actually one of the things she likes most about her face, the trail of dots around her nose and eyes. She’ll melt into a puddle on the floor if you start to kiss them one by one, but will lose patience if you decide to count them and stop the act of leaving wet kisses on them. She's not very good at waiting.

“Babe!” She whimpers.

“Just a second, sweetie, I’m almost finishing.” You continue, a look of pure concentration on your face, muttering “35, 36, 37…”

“No.” She says, hand grabbing the collar of your t-shirt and pulling you against her, “Come back now.”

- Jackie isn't necessarily icy, but she gets cold very easily and isn't shy about asking for your coat or jacket when you're together. Your girlfriend is a princess, better treat her like one. She'll squeeze her body against yours in bed and steal the blankets to stay warm.

- She has spots on her arms! Hundreds of light spots on the outside of the wrists to the shoulders, it's almost imperceptible, but so cute. Make sure to always let her know how beautiful she is.

misty quigley

- I think Misty has acne scars on her shoulders and cheeks, little red dots spreaded. She don't mind it most of time, but can be very insecure about it.

- She would be really suspicious if you just showered her with compliments out of nowhere just ‘cause you think she’s upset, so acting is better. Actions speak more to her.

- Place soft kisses on her shoulders, gently bite her cheek so she rolls her eyes in that nervous way she does. Make her feel beautiful as she is – because she is.

- She would be so pleased with you spoiling her that she would pretend to be sad about it a lot of times just to get your attention, she is an evil little genius. It’s captivating.

- She has freckles too! Little dots on her face so lightly that you only see them when she takes off her glasses, but they are there.

“I kiss you everyday, how did I never notice your freckles before?”

“Oh, I don't know.” She shrugs innocently, “Maybe you should take a closer look, baby.”

- She thinks she's so smooth but in reality she's a mess, the girl can't pick up social cues to save her life.

tai turner

- Okay so, Tai is the type who takes the football really seriously and works hard to win and to do that she would try to stay in shape as much as possible. I can easily imagine her doing extra training sessions and her friends teasing her about it, ‘cause Tai, it's a high school team.

- Because of this, I think she would have stretch marks on her back and calves, light fine lines that stand out against her dark skin. These are marks of her effort, so she shows them with great pride.

- She gets very smug and her skin crawls when you run your nails over the marks on her back.

- Tai is strong, strong enough to break someones leg on the field (sorry not sorry allie) and will show off for it whenever she gets the chance. She likes to wrap her arms around you from behind and lift you off the ground when she's passing by.

- She has sun spots on her face and arms! You think it's so cute, but if you say something silly and cheesy about it she'll roll her eyes and tell you to stop embarrassing her.

You sigh, “You are so, so pretty, Tai.”

“And you are so, so lame.” She echos, “...Come here, let me kiss you.”

- Happy wife, happy life. Always make her feel appreciated, she deserves it.

#yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #van palmer x reader #misty quigley x reader #taissa turner x reader #shauna shipman x reader #jackie taylor x reader #yellowjackets #yjs #yjs headcanons #denwrites

[tsumuswifey]

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader :) Inspired by The Summer I Turned Pretty

“Do you feel like dancing?” You asked, fiddling with the neckline of your dress.

UA was holding a winter formal. It was a sad but appreciated attempt to keep the spirits up in the midst of a growing war. Having been together for a few months, you asked Katsuki to go with you, though he wasn’t all that enthused by the idea. Still, he agreed.

“I’m not really much of a dancer.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You wanted to ask why he even agreed to go with you if he was just going to mope around the entire time, but decided against it. “Alright.”

You watched longingly as Kirishima twirled Mina around. Katsuki didn’t even have to do all that. You just wanted him to try.

From beside you, Katsuki shifted. “I’m sorry. We can dance. C’mon.”

The dim lighting caught Katsuki’s golden hair as you moved for the dance floor. It was painful, how beautiful he could be. And even more painful that he never let you in, never allowed himself to bring his walls down. He pulled you in close, resting his hands on your hips. You swayed with him, trying to catch his gaze.

His mind was clearly on other things.

“Katsuki,” You began, “Is everything okay?”

His gaze was stuck on the wall, red eyes sparkling from the fairy lights strung up.

“Katsuki?”

He snapped out of it, raising his brows. “Yes?”

You clicked your tongue, eyes welling up with tears. The past few weeks, he’d been increasingly distant. He never really wanted to be alone with you anymore, he hardly kissed you, and his mind seemed to always be on other things. It was clear to you, that he wasn’t really into the relationship anymore.

Sniffling once, you swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll just sit back down.”

The bathroom was packed when you got there, a line of girls was going out of the door.

“Hey, Y/n, you can cut in line and stand with us!” Ochako said from her spot, reaching out a hand. She looked beautiful in her pink dress. You were sure Izuku had at least told her that.

You shook your head, and pointed toward the exit. “I’m just going to get some air.”

“Are you crying? Did Bakugo do something?” She asked quietly. You shook your head, though the tears were a pretty good indication that you weren’t being truthful.

You walked away before she could ask any more questions. Outside, the cold air bit at your exposed skin. You were sure you were going to have frost bite by the time you felt good enough to go back in.

You were unsure of what to do about Katsuki. You liked him, maybe even loved him. But you couldn’t stay with someone who didn’t want to be with you. That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. You sucked in a breath, feeling the pit in your heart grow.

You just wanted a hug from him. Which was ironic, considering he was the reason you were feeling this way in the first place.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before you heard snow crunching behind you. Moonlight was peeking through the clouds, illuminating the world around you just enough that you could make out a person.

“You shouldn’t be out here wearing only that. You’ll freeze, Y/n.”

You hugged your arms around yourself. “Yeah.”

“Did I do something?” Katsuki asked, shrugging his suit jacket off. He handed it to you, before rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up his forearms.

You shook your head. “No. You didn’t do anything.”

Katsuki slid a hand into the front pocket of his slacks. “Well, then, what’s the matter? Because I know sweet little Uraraka didn’t freak the fuck out on me for no reason.”

You grimaced.

Licking your lips, you tilted your head back to glance at the sky. “That’s just it. You didn’t do anything, Katsuki. You haven’t been in this for weeks. I can tell. I just wish you’d stop stringing me along.”

He never really was one to be overly emotional, unless it was the angry kind. So, rationally, you should have known that he wouldn’t be the typical boyfriend. But couldn’t he at least try?

When he didn’t say anything, you just scoffed. “Okay, well, if you won’t just fucking do it then I will.”

You couldn’t look him in the eye, didn’t see the fear that flashed through those red irises.

“This is done. We’re done,” You spoke quietly. You reached for your necklace then, choking on a cry when your fingered touched the cool metal. Katsuki had gotten it for you a couple months in, a white gold chain with a K charm on it.

You ripped the chain off, and shoved it into Katsuki’s chest.

“Wait, what? Y/n.” He called after you. It started snowing then, thick pieces of snow that were cold on your bare shoulders. “Wait!”

You could hear his footsteps hurrying after you, the huffing that left his mouth.

“Stop trying to fix something you clearly don’t want!” You whirled around, eyes blurry with tears. “I don’t understand how you went from being so sweet to me to suddenly not caring. I don’t know why you even agreed to come to this stupid shitty dance with me anyway. You couldn’t even pretend to have fun, you asshole.”

You blinked your tears away, enough to look at him. Katsuki’s chin quivered, eyes downcast.

He took a shuddering breath, his chest shaking. You couldn’t tell since his face was turned down, but it seemed like he was either crying or trying not to cry.

“You don’t want your necklace?” He asked quietly, rubbing his thumb against the charm of his initial.

“I don’t see why I need it anymore, if we’re broken up.”

Katsuki’s shoulders shook then, and he brought a hand up to his mouth, in an attempt to keep his cries in. “I didn’t mean to fuck it up.”

He looked up at you, the look of pure devastation in his eyes. “I don’t want you to leave me. I was scared. I am scared. It’s not you, baby. You look phenomenal and you’re making me so nervous I can hardly stand it. But, I don’t deserve you. I’m scared that I’ll never deserve you and I’m sorry I haven’t communicated that you.”

You shifted from one foot to the other, feeling anxious under his stare. “Why have you been acting as if I’m just anybody? You hardly ever kiss me or hang out with me anymore. It’s like you don’t even want to be near me.”

Katsuki sucked in a breath. “I realized that I love you and that scared the shit out of me. Not much scares me, baby, but I’m scared absolutely shitless of losing you. I love you, and this life isn’t promised, especially with all the conflicts with the League of Villains. I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t bear knowing what it’s like to have you in my life like this if anything happened to you. If I lost you now I think I’d die of heartbreak.”

Snow fell in his long blonde lashes, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold. He was beautiful. Adonis incarnate.

You stepped close to him, sliding your arms around his torso. He was warm, and his dress shirt was soft against your cheek. “Oh, Katsuki. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around you. It was like he was trying to shield you from the hurt. “I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to fuck things up. But I want to be good for you, I want to love you properly.”

You pressed your face into his chest, his heartbeat sounded like angels singing. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I love you,” He breathed. “Turn around. I’ll put your necklace back on.”

His fingers were warm against your skin as he clasped your necklace back on. “Want to go back in and dance?”

You smiled softly at him, “No, can we just go back to my house? Put on some comfy clothes and watch a movie?”

Katsuki grinned at you, his pearly whites biting into his bottom lip softly. “Yeah, baby. We can do whatever you like.”

#bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #katsuki x reader #mha imagines #bakugo angst #bakugo fluff

[verydeadaten]

Sleep

Nora: Hey Jaune? Could you give me and Ren the room for the night?

Jaune: Yeah sure. I'll just room with Ruby for the night.

Nora: *glomps him* Thanks Jaune-Jaune! You're the best!

After getting Nora off of him, Jaune walks to Ruby's room.

Jaune: *knock knock knock*

Ruby: *opening the door* Oh, hey Jaune!

Jaune: Hey. Uh, is it alright if I room with you and Weiss for the night? Nora and Ren want the room for themselves.

Ruby: Sorry Jaune, me and Oscar are having our movie night/sleep over today.

Oscar: *on Ruby's bed* Hi Jaune.

Jaune: Oh. Where's Weiss?

Ruby: I don't know.

Jaune: Alright. You guys have a good night.

Ruby: You too Jaune! I hope you find somewhere to sleep.

As Jaune walked down the hall, he passed the room where Blake and Yang were sleeping. He was about to knock on the door, but then he started to hear certain... sounds. He wisely decided not to knock on their door.

Maybe he could sleep in Qrow's room? Surely, he wasn't sleeping with anyone. He knocked on his door, only to be greeted by not Qrow, but Winter. Wearing one of Qrow's undershirts.

Winter: ...

Jaune: ...

Winter: Do you need something?

Jaune: No! No, I'm... I'm good. Uhhh, have a nice night.

Winter: I hope you have a nice night as well, Mr. Arc.

Jaune was desparate. There had to be a room somewhere. He walked passed Emerald's room. No. He was desparate, but not that desparate.

Jaune sighed, and went to the kitchen. Maybe he could drown his sorrows in snacks and hot chocolate. But to his surprise, Weiss was there, making coffee.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: *tired* Jaune. Would you like some coffee?

Jaune: No thanks. You couldn't find a room either?

Weiss: No. Every room was occupied. So I've decided to stay up all night.

Jaune: This sucks.

Weiss: Mmhmm.

Jaune:

Jaune:

Jaune: Fuck it.

Weiss: Hmm?

Jaune: I'm getting my sleeping bag, and sleeping on the balcony.

Weiss: That's... Not a bad idea. I'll get mine.

Jaune: Are you sure? It gets pretty cold at night.

Weiss: Please, I'm an Atlesian. I was born into the cold. This will be nothing.

It wasn't nothing. It was freezing. Weiss couldn't stop shivering, and her teeth were starting to chatter. How could a desert be so cold?! She should've brought a jacket, or something. She looked up at the starry night sky.

Weiss: Stupid stars, mocking me with their cold light. Aren't you supposed to be far away suns? Why can't you warm me up like it?

She then looked at Jaune, sleeping next to her. He looked unbothered by the cold. His eyes were closed. He looked warm.

She had an idea.

She poked Jaune in the face.

Weiss: Jaune. Jaune wake up.

Jaune: Hmm? What is it?

Weiss: Combine your sleeping bag with mine.

Jaune: Huh? Why?

Weiss: I'm cold. You're warm. Move. Now.

Jaune: Okay, okay.

They both unzipped their sleeping bags and attached them to each other. Jaune continued sleeping on his back, while Weiss slept with her back to him.

Weiss: *teeth chattering* I'm still cold.

Weiss had another idea.

Weiss turned around, wrapping her arms around Jaune, and laying her head on his chest.

Jaune: W-W-WEISS?!

Weiss: Shut up and hold me.

Jaune: What?

Weiss: Now.

Jaune: A-Alright.

Jaune turned to her, and held her in his arms. Weiss felt much warmer, both from the body heat, and the sheer embarrassment she felt for even having the courage to Jaune to do those things. Any other day, she wouldn't have been able to fall asleep. But now, she was just too tired.

Her eyes started to get heavier. Her last thought of the night was of how warm Jaune was, and how she'd like to feel that warmth again.

Maybe tomorrow, she could ask Jaune if they could sleep on the balcony again?

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #oscar pine #winter schnee #whiteknight #rosegarden #qrowin #bumbleby #renora

[jeridandridge]

I like prompt 6!

Thank you for the request! 🩷 Prompt 6 "Why do you always look at me like that?""Like what? "Like you... Want me."

Looks

The first day you started at Abbott was a good one. Janine and Jacob were more than welcoming, Greggory was friendly, and Barbra was kind. The red headed second grade teacher was another story.

You have no idea how to read the woman. Shes reserved and uninterested any time you’re around, but sometimes she looks back at you with this look in her eye. The first time it happens you’re by the sink pouring a cup of coffee. You feel eyes on you as you do so, and when you turn around Melissa has her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose looking up at you.

Feeling self conscious you let out a fake, unbothered laugh going back to the table. “What, do I have something on my back?”

The woman shakes her head looking back down at her phone.

“Nah, you’re good, hon.”

Hon. That was a first for you.

The second time it happens you’re on recess duty. It’s the middle of October, the chilly wind mixed with the rays of the sun makes being outside tolerable, but it’s still chilly.

“Hey, Amir, come here.” You call one of your younger students over noticing he’s only in his Abbott shirt and no jacket. “Hey buddy, wheres your jacket?” You ask kneeling down in front of him.

Little did you know Barbara and Melissa were close enough.

The little boy looks at you with a shrug.

“My mama said next time she get money she get me one.”

“Oh okay.” You hum with a nod. “Well,” you start taking your own jacket off revealing a black zip up underneath. “Would you like to wear this while you play?” you ask holding it out for him.

When Amir puts the hoodie on and runs off, you slide your jacket back on catching a look from Melissa you’ve seen once before.

“That was very nice, dear.” Barbara smiles at you. “There’s a lot of that here in the winter months.”

“I’m sure it’s been done before but what about a coat drive? Not to sound too ambitious or anything like that, I’m not on Janine’s level,” you chuckle, “but that could work.”

Barbara laughs nodding along. “We could do something small like that I’m sure.”

You try to keep your eyes on the older teacher but you can’t help but glance at Melissa by her side in her black leather jacket and pink beanie. She looked incredible, and here she was looking at you like that again.

Melissa Schemmenti is a tough woman, you know that, but there was no way she was into you in any other way than a colleague. It didn’t matter if she bit her lip when she looked at you, if you caught her putting lipgloss on and she kept eye contact with you when she saw. No way.

The third time it happens you decide to say something.

While in the library grabbing new books for your classroom, Melissa comes in to do the same thing.

“Hey, Melissa.” You give her a friendly smile. In the past few weeks the red head became more friendly, warming up to you. You figured Barb had something to do with it.

As she stands with her back to you looking at the other shelf you reach up to grab another book, making your shirt ride up a bit exposing a part of your tattoo that ends on your lower back.

When you turn back around book in hand you see the same look on the red heads face, her lip between her teeth and a glint in her eye.

“Okay what is that?” You point at her, almost sounding annoyed. “This is the third time I’ve caught you looking at me like that.”

“What I can’t look at ya?” The older woman laughs.

“No, no you always look at me like THAT.” You cross your arms.

“Like what?”

You eye the woman, the wave in her hair cascading like red wine, a smirk on her glossed lips almost like she’s challenging you.

“Like you want me.”

Melissa quirks a brow, smirk still on her lips.

“So what if I did?”

It’s your turn to challenge the woman. Arms still crossed you shrug leaning back against the bookcase, your heart speeds up in your chest at the game you’re playing.

“I’d tell you to ask me out.”

Melissa gives you her best smile, eyes crinkling and all. You loved when she did that. Before she can say anything you shrug again starting to walk away throwing a look over your shoulder.

“Come by my room after the dismissal bell.”

Leaving the redhead flustered behind you walk back to your room with a proud smile on your lips.

#abbott elementary #lisa ann walter #wlw #Melissa Schemmenti x reader #Melissa Schemmenti #lgbtq+ fiction

[wroteclassicaly]

Winter is the bane of your existence, your fingertips prickling with that icy electric as they struggle to lock your door with trembling hands. You’d lost your mismatched gloves in the laundry pile you’ve yet to do, and with your dad coming for supper this weekend, you realized you had to venture out into the arctic rain to get a few things at the store. It’s only a block from your trailer, but the moment you leave the confines of a tin roof that shields you beneath safety on your porch — you wish you would have managed your finances better, to save back some cash to order a pizza instead. Holding onto the railing, your legs tighten to hold you steady, deep black sludge darkening the wood of your steps, covering your half-shoveled walkway. You clutch your Goodwill thrifted handbag, digging out your list and balancing your ink pen between your teeth.

This, of course, has you not looking as you approach your mailbox to start your journey, failing to hear snow pack itself down beneath bike tires. His big feet hit the pedals for all they’re worth, and he lets them slam into the ground to slide, cold instantly soaking through his boots, past his socks, and landing across his toes. He prevents a total collision, but his torso catches you by the shoulder and his arms release his mailbag, crashing into the ground along with your tangled limbs. Your purse goes flying across the road, list destroyed, ink pen a casualty. It takes you a few moments to realize that you’re laying back against his chest, legs wound together, his bike several feet beyond, both of you soaked in muddy rain water and discolored snow, that you pray to god Old lady Tilly’s Pomeranian didn’t piss or shit in.

Everything aches, near that numbing, throbbing process from temperatures. Baron is groaning behind you, fingerless gloves swiping his chocolate tresses from his face. Looks like he forgot his hat today, you note, drinking in his disheveled appearance beneath his patchwork coat (you’re pretty sure he got that thing from a time capsule planted in the 70’s). His green cargo pants are sopping wet, having taken the brunt of the mud, his cheeks are dusted pink, along with his damp mouth and red nose. He’s an absolute treasure, shining everytime you see him, blinding your vision and common sense.

You look down as your skin warms from your realized predicament, almost forgetting about the snow and slush soaking through your pants, and now your panties.

“You okay, doodlebug?” His accented voice is winded, his hands reaching out gently to grasp his own ankle and lift it off of yours. Once your legs are free, he pulls you up with him and that hidden strength he possesses, his coat crunching under rustling fabric.

Your snow boots smack into the watery muck below, one hand held in his massive, gloved palm, the other planting itself on his jacket clad chest. You’re nodding, lifting your chin to face him. “I’m so sorry, Baron. M’ good, I just wasn’t paying attention —“

“You know how many times I’ve done that? Knocked into your mailbox a time or two.” He reaches down beside you to knock his knuckles across several indents in your box’s post. It makes you shiver, cars driving across snowy roads in the distance, a simple backtrack to you both.

Baron clears his deep, wind—coated throat, sniffling softly, taking a few steps behind him to grab up your purse. He brings it to you with an offered hand, starting to protest as you bend to retrieve his overflowing bag. Nothing is ruined, thankfully, and you make a quick exchange, fingers lingering, grazing.

“You’re cold, sweetheart. Should be wearing somethin’ on your hands. Momma used to tell me how fast the weather works against us.”

At the mention of his mother, you note his jostled deflation. You try to lighten his spirits, thanking him for breaking your short fall. “Just grateful we didn’t seem to land on anything special. Like a clockwork present from Mrs. Tilly’s dog.”

It’s comical how his moss-shrouded eyes, kissed beneath luscious lashes — widen in fear. He whispers, just to you, with tendrils of his hair blowing over your nose, tickling, caressing, drifting from your cheekbone, and even nicking your forehead. “Did it, ya know… do its business in there, you think?”

“I considered it within the first seconds, but I think we’re safe.” You’re chuckling, and the next sentence is leaving your mouth before you can stop it. “I think your ass got the brunt of the damage, if we’re being honest.”

He marvels at your language, lips pursing and then they pop, tongue clicking at the roof of his mouth. You start to wonder if you’ve overstepped, but he smirks, the corner of his mouth, tugging in a way that makes you want to kiss him breathless, not missing a beat. “You wanna check it out for me?”

Your brows raise higher on your frozen forehead, and he’s immediately apologetic, manners kicking into overdrive. “No, oh my goodness. Doodlebug, that wasn’t very proper of me when you were just—a—kiddin’ and all.”

His flustered state gives you confidence. “Maybe if you spin real slow. As for checking it out, I’d love to, if I didn’t have to make the store before closing.” You sigh when reality pushes its way in. Here in this park it’s usually Baron that jumpstarts those reserved butterflies, giving you something to always look forward to.

“What are you needin’? I might have it at home.”

“Baron, I don’t want to take anything from you —“

“It’s not takin’ if I offered, now is it?”

He’s slipping his bag over his shoulder and yanking bike by the handlebar off the ground, one hand on his trim waistline.

“Some stuff for supper. Dad is comin’ in this weekend.” Baron’s smile melts you entirely, your energies on high alert. He knows how your lack of relationship with your father affects you. He feels a possessive need to protect. Besides, your pop doesn’t deserve you working yourself into a frenzy over a home cooked meal.

“I got a frozen pizza. I think that’ll do just fine for him.”

He raises a hand off his bike to push his hair back, and then scrambles to replace it, the heavy object almost clattering onto the ground once more.

By god, he’s too cute for his own good.

“Okay.” It’s not one word, but it’s how you say it. Pliant and secure, satiated.

“Okay.” He replies, bashful, toeing his work boot into the ground and swirling it around the slush. “You go on back in and I’ll bring it to ya after my route?”

Your response shocks his flickering gaze into finding you. “Can I walk with you, Bar?”

Because yeah, you sure can…

// Eat me paragraph //

#kristenwrites #my work #my writing #baron #baron fic #baron fanfic #baron fanfiction #baron blurb #baron drabble #baron x female reader #baron x reader #baron x you #baron x y/n #baron x fem!reader #marmalade #marmalade fic #marmalade fanfic #marmalade fanfiction

[findafight]

Hope you're okay with my stray starbara thoughts bc oh my god you've given me brainworms like no other!!!

They're getting serious and telling each other things that they've never told anyone else before. Barb tells Steve that she worries that Nancy is outgrowing her and their friendship is slowly dissolving. She felt it before but it's worse now after the Upside Down and Nancy is charging her way through the journalism world. And she doesn't know what to do. Steve tells her that he does all these things to impress his father but he's not sure if he likes the man he's becoming. Especially since sometimes he's not sure if his dad even loves him. He sure as shit doesn't love his mother what with all the cheating his dad does. He talks about how lonely he gets in that big empty house by himself and she talks about the stares she gets now that she's Poor Barbara Holland who got sick from a gas leak and got lost in the woods.

Steve invites Barb around to use the pool. He talks about how the water will be good for her physical therapy - and while he's not technically wrong it slowly dissolves into them goofing off, splashing each other, and kissing in the pool loungers. She doesn't feel as self conscious with Steve there with her being supportive the whole time.

The first time he lends her his letterman jacket she rolls her eyes at what a fucking move that was Harrington, oh my god. But she blushes and wears the jacket and Steve smiles and looks so happy and smiley he's practically dizzy with it.

He tells her his hair care secrets and she promises not to tell anyone. Barb lets him do her hair for her one time and it comes out so soft and looks so good and she really likes the feeling of his nails gently scratching against her scalp. She knits him a scarf , and it comes out a little wonky with a couple of missed stitches, and all she can see are the imperfections, but Steve loves it and wears it all winter.

He gets his summer job working at Scoops and he hates his dad for forcing him into it but Robin seems cool - if a bit standoffish to him at the moment. The first time Barb comes by to visit while he's on the clock he pulls out the "set sail on an ocean of flavour with me" speech and it's so lame and so dorky but Barb leans over the counter to kiss him on the cheek when he gets her a free cone.

She gets nightmares of the Upside Down still - though they're not as frequent anymore - and they're horrible but if Steve's there he'll hold her close so she can feel his warmth, and his heartbeat, and he'll run his hand along her back until she feels safe again. She returns the favour after the mall burns down and he dreams of being tortured. Of almost dying. Of being drugged and out of control of himself while others were in danger. She holds him this time and reminds him that he's not alone, and he's safe.

idk they're in love!!

I am not only fine with it, I encourage it!!! Send me so many Starbara thoughts! Brainworms forever!!

yes yes them slowly opening up to each other, being soft together!! How Steve doesn't know what he wants from the future, how Barb feels Nancy pulling away (even though it's Barb who got the shiny, new, popular boyfriend) and how she feels she did the same thing to Robin, way back when. How Barb's parents mean well but they're suffocating in their over-protectiveness and she can't even properly talk to them about what she went through. How Steve doesn't want to become his Father, and how especially doesn't want to become his mother, how he thinks he might not be doomed to it when he's with Barb.

She tells him about the Upside Down, how cold and dark it was and how scared she had been. About the nightmares where it feels like she'll never be warm or able to breathe easily again. How sometimes she can't sleep until she's called the Byers and made sure Will is alright and how sometimes she gets a call from him in the middle of the night doing the same. She tells Steve that some days, he's the only thing about her life that she feels she chose. When her parents were pleased she wasn't distracted by boys, she chose Steve; when Nancy was a bit surprised(though encouraging) at how excited Barb was for the party, she chose Steve; after everything, when the world had tipped right-side up but she was surrounded by doctors and government agents and confusion, Barb chose Steve; how she wants to keep choosing him. (Steve holds her tight, right then. Kisses her forehead as she buries her face in his neck and tells her that he's here, she's safe, it's over. Doesn't tell her quite yet that he's pretty sure she's the first person to choose to love him.)

They float in his pool, no bad memories in it, no last-seen pictures of a girl dangling her legs over the side. Just them, chatting and splashing and laughing and kissing. Feeling like the teenagers they're supposed to be. When he first suggested it she joked that he's just making excuses to see her in her swim suit, and it's a bit self deprecating, because why would he? but Steve just smirked, shrugged, obviously dragged his eyes up and down her body, and said "it worked, didn't it?"

They get looks when he pulls Cliche Boyfriend Stunts and how openly gone on her he is. @jestyzestyn on the first post pointed out that beauty standards and 80's tropes played into the original Nacy-Barb-Steve dynamic. So not only is she Poor Barbara Holland, she's also a not conventionally Pretty Girl going out with thee most desirable boy at school. There's whispers that Steve feels sorry for her--guilty, after she went missing from his house. Once, someone asked why he was with the girl who got poisoned by the gas leak, and he gave them such a scathing look that no one asked again. (the answer is, of course, that he loves her. She makes him feel safe, and loved, and that there's more to life than their dinky hometown.)

She teases that maybe since she has his junior varsity jacket, she'll have to make him a sweater one of these days. (And she knows about the Curse, how making a boyfriend a sweater will inevitably lead to a breakup. but what is the time and effort of knitting a sweater to finding out monsters exist and fighting one, on the off chance it'll help save her? probably even, she thinks.) He says she better make sure it matches his scarf.

Okay lighter side, Steve lifeguarded the summer of '84, and this is prime time for girlfriend to ogling him. But it is also prime people-who-are-not-your-gf-ogling-you-time. Barb is like Steve. those girls were flirting with you. If they wanted an actual pool noodle they would have gone to the office the first time you told them to. and he does his confused puppy head tilt going "why would they do that? everybody knows I'm dating you?" and she doesn't know if she needs to explain the concept of trying to steal someone's man and also that he's hot to him or not. She's like babe.....ok. (there was some jealousy at first but tbh after a guy has told you he loves you and told you how much his parents infidelity bothers him and also literally fought a monster to save you [she isn't letting that one go. nancy makes sense. Nancy is her best friend and is like a dog with a bone for mysteries. Jonathan also makes sense. His brother was missing too. She had been seeing Steve barely a month before everything. who DOES that? Steve. Steve does.] you kinda grow secure in your relationship)

(in the fall, after they get to the tunnels, Steve gives her an out. looking at her through his goggles. He tells her she doesn't have to go back down there, doesn't have to touch the Upside Down again, but she clenches her jaw and tells him that he's concussed and there's no way she's letting him go down alone.)

but oof. lifeguarding you can't get distracted so even tho Barb gets to ogle hot bf steve is a professional and does not get to ogle hot gf the same :( '85 is when they really get their flirt on during company time. He tries on the outfit and shows her at home and he's like "this is literally the worst day of my life. this is horrible."

and she goes "well, hon. at least it makes your butt look good?"

and Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest and says "my butt makes everything look good. Let's not give any credit to the sailor suit."

"okay okay."

And every time she comes in he does the "ocean of flavour" spiel and she's dying. he's soooo lame. she loves him so much. she kisses him every time about it.

Robin is a bit cold and standoffish because steve is not only the guy who never paid attention to Tammy Thompson, he's also the guy currently dating Robin's childhood best friend who sort of ditched her. It's many messy feelings inside our girl. But Barb does try to make amends with Robin, and they do rekindle their friendship (and gang up on Steve)(literally I think it'd be so funny if Steve wanted to be Robin's friend sooo bad. world's most giant squish on her. sooo embarrassing. And Brab is playfully like oooh do you have a cruuush on Robin? and steve is like absolutely not I am in love with YOU i just want Robin to live next door and also share cat custody what's not to get?)

When Dustin comes back, talking about Suzie, he looks right at Steve, starry-eyed, and says "she my Barb." hkadsjhfkashd

After the Russian base Barb spends a lot of nights in bed with two other people, shaking them out of nightmares she doesn't want to comprehend, not really knowing what to do but loving them anyways.

#starbara #hollington #steve harrington #barbara holland #barb holland #stranger things #stranger things au #findaanswers #momotonescreaming #steve x barb #i took so long to write this i watched the entirety of Titanic while trying to write it lmao #should i tag the stobin that i compulsively insert into everything? i think i will #stobin #finda writes stuff #barb making fun of the loud sigh steve lets out whenever dustin annoys him #them telepathically communicating because theyve been together long enough to just KNOW #sorry i forgot a readmore at first!!

[sanguineterrain]

may i pls request 12 + 63 for robin 🥺

i honestly do not remember what prompt list this was from YIKES but hi nika thank u for sending a robin req, ur a real one <3

12) “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” and 63) “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

robin buckley x fem!reader. love confessions and kisses :-) ft. wingman steve (king)

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One thing about snow in Hawkins is it never falls halfway.

Your parents are away for the weekend and don't know about the two feet of snow that hit last night. You've been content ignoring said snow and staying curled up in the house. You study, watch movies, and make hot chocolate. A whole pot of it, in fact. Snow days are great when you don't have to dig out the car.

You hear a scraping sound outside, like plastic on pavement. You turn off the stove and open the curtain.

It's Robin. She climbs the hill your neighborhood sits upon. She drags a large, green shovel behind her.

She's also nowhere near appropriately dressed for a Hawkins winter. Clad in only a windbreaker and a hat, you know Robin has to be freezing.

You pull on your heavy duty winter coat and scarf and head outside.

"Robin!" you call and start to unravel your scarf.

She looks up. You wonder how she walked all the way here from her house.

"Oh!" She pushes a couple strands of hair out of her face as you approach, cheeks flushed with cold. "H-hey, Y/N."

You stop in front of her, arms crossed.

"What are you wearing?"

She looks down, then at you.

"A... sweater?"

"Exactly! A sweater. It's below freezing. Here, take my jacket. Or my coat. Which do you want? I'll give you my coat first. Should fit you—it's loose on me."

You shrug out of your coat and manhandle her arms through the sleeves. Then you take off your scarf. Robin catches your arm, eyes wide.

"Y/N, it's really okay. I've been shoveling all day, I barely feel the cold anymore."

"Well, that's not a good sign, Robs. Let me put the scarf, come on."

She obediently bows her head so you can wrap the scarf around her neck. Plumes of foggy breath mingle in the air between you. Robin's eyes are a little half-lidded when you're done.

"Thanks," she whispers.

You beam. "You're welcome. Come have some hot chocolate."

"Are you sure? I–I mean, I don't wanna interrupt anything. You're probably having dinner, right?"

You shake your head.

"It's still early. My parents are out for the weekend. You're not interrupting anything. And God, all that shoveling? You must be exhausted."

You take her bare hand in your gloved one and frown.

"Remind me to get you some gloves," you say, and lead her inside.

Robin lets you pull her in. You nudge her into a chair at the kitchen table.

"So," you say. "Marshmallows? Whipped cream?"

"Oh. Um, yes, please. Thank you."

You pour two cups and swirl whipped cream in both. Then you decorate with too many mini marshmallows. You serve the dessert drinks. Robin immediately goes for hers and cream smears on her nose and lips.

She sticks her tongue out and crosses her eyes.

"Do I have something on my face?"

You grin and get a paper towel. Robin stares at you, lips slightly parted as you carefully wipe her face. You fold and toss the paper towel. Robin swallows.

"Th-thanks," she says.

"Sure thing," you reply, feeling a little warm. "Are you cold?"

"No, I'm okay. Your coat is really warm."

"Isn't it? I got it on sale at Sears. I could get you one too if you'd like. I'm a fiend for bargains."

Robin snorts.

"What!" you say. "I am!"

"Nothing, nothing. You're just really nice."

"Robin Buckley, you smooth talker. I do believe Steve is rubbing off on you."

She rolls her eyes. "God, I hope not. We were supposed to shovel together and then three streets before your neighborhood, he said he had to go home. I didn't take the ride; I've been making good money."

"But your fingers are like Otter Pops," you fret, taking her hands in yours.

Robin's cheeks are red again. You stand to feel her forehead.

"You're all flushed, Robs. Do you feel sick? I can make some tea. I also have a box of Hothands."

"N-no," she squeaks, blinking up at you. "I'm okay, really."

"Well, we can call Steve, if you like. I'm sure he'd be willing to pick you up—"

"No!"

Your brows raise. Robin shifts in her seat.

"Um, what I mean is, he's probably busy, you know? Like super busy. He had to drop everything and go so, like, it's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal that he ditched you?" you ask. "But you guys are best friends. Why would he do that? And right before you had to climb the hill to my house?"

Robin twists her ring around her pointer finger.

"Yeah, weird. But you know, Steve has his whims. He's a... whimsical guy."

You squint. "Did he say why he ditched?"

"Uh, no, no. But like I said, it doesn't really matter."

"Well, you can stay as long as you want. I'd drive you myself but my parents have the car."

"That's okay." Robin smiles. "I like drinking hot chocolate with you."

"I have cookies! Oh my gosh, let me get those out. You'll love these. I made them yesterday."

You flit about the kitchen, getting out plates and the tin of sugar cookies. Robin takes off your and her winterwear, draping them over the chair. Then she unzips her windbreaker, revealing a smart red sweater with snowflakes printed on it and a lace collar.

"That's pretty," you say and take the plates of cookies over.

"Oh, this?" She pushes a loose curl behind her ear. That's when you notice the sparkly red barrettes.

"Those are too!" you gush. "You got all dressed up for shoveling snow?"

"Um... kinda."

You hum. "It's so unlike what you normally wear, Robs. Do you have a date or something?"

"No," she says weakly. "No date."

"Well, any girl would be lucky to have you," you say.

She perks up. "Really?"

"Of course!"

You know Robin's been pining for that Vickie girl in school. And you're okay with that. Robin doesn't even know you're an option, after all. You can't blame her for pursuing other people.

Robin takes a bite of cookie.

"Shit," she says. "These are amazing."

You grin. "I'm glad you like them. I'll give you some to take."

She chews for a bit, then suddenly sets down the cookie.

"Hey," Robin says. "Can I... can I tell you something?"

"Always."

"Okay." She takes a deep breath. "Okay, just... please promise me that if you don't feel the same you won't... we won't stop being friends."

You tilt your head. "Feel the same? Robs, what are you—"

"Please?" she begs. "Please promise me."

"I promise, Robs. We literally fought a DnD monster last year. Nothing could make us stop being friends. Cross my heart and hope to die."

Robin chews her lip hard. She fidgets with her collar.

"Nancy helped me pick this sweater out," she says. "This morning."

"Nancy? Uh, okay... what does that have to—"

"Steve didn't ditch me," she blurts.

You shake your head. "I don't understand."

"I wore this sweater for you."

"For me?"

"I like you, Y/N," she says quietly. "I really, really like you. I didn't choose to shovel this neighborhood by accident. And I'm so nervous around you so Steve suggested I find an excuse to see you and then it snowed and I thought, maybe I can shovel your driveway and I'll finally have a real conversation and stop chickening out! But–but then you gave me your coat and brought me hot chocolate and oh my God, you're like the sweetest girl ever and I really, really like you and—"

"Robin."

She stops, eyes wide. You crouch so you're level with her chair.

"Sorry," she whispers.

You shake your head.

"Sorry for what?" you ask with a smile.

And you kiss her.

Robin makes a surprised noise but she doesn't pull away. Her fingers are cold on your cheek so you cover them with your hands to warm her up. She tastes like hot chocolate and icing. Her lips are chapped and you know her habit of picking at them, so you take care not to tug too hard with your teeth.

She hums, soft and low, and you understand. It feels like you fit.

"Do Steve and Nancy like sugar cookies?" you ask when you pull away.

Robin's brows furrow. "Steve definitely does. Why?"

"Well, I feel like they should get a treat for the parts they played."

Robin grins slyly. "Do I get a treat? I feel like I played a huge part in this, too."

You bite your lip through a smile and tug Robin forward by the collar of her sweater. She catches herself on your arms, blush high on her cheeks.

"Of course you do, Robs. You get all the treats you want."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #inbox #blurb #this has been in my drafts for three freaking months 🙈 #justice for my girl #LESBIANS!

[munson-blurbs]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a small thing about Eddie giving reader his moms old leather jacket when the power goes out in the winter. My mom just gave me hers and thats all I can think about.

I made this really fluffy. Like, it's all fluff. Basically, this is a fluff-only zone.

Warnings: language a lil bit, some suggestiveness

WC: 867

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The air was thick with the prospect of rain as you pulled up to Eddie's trailer, and the downpour started no sooner than you walked through the door.

"Good thing we decided to stay home tonight, sweetheart," he says, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You feign disgust before giving him a wet kiss of your own.

"What movie did you get?" you ask.

He holds up the VHS and your heart leaps. Your beaming smile warms him.

"You're really gonna watch Pretty in Pink with me?" The movie had been checked out from Family Video ever since it hit the shelves, and you hadn't seen it since it was in theaters.

Eddie nods. "Told Harrington to put it aside the second someone returned a copy."

You fling your arms around his neck and hug him. "Have I told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?" You toy with the guitar pick around his neck and look into his eyes.

"Never hurts to hear it again," he laughs as he pulls you in for another kiss.

~

Twenty minutes into the movie, a flash of lightning illuminates the entire trailer. The lights flicker and the place rattles with the following clap of thunder.

You're snuggled up into Eddie's chest, the two of your curled up in a blanket. His arm is draped lazily over your shoulder as he chews on a peanut M&M. Your own fingers toy with the frayed hems of his ripped jeans. You're both so cozy that you barely notice the raging storm until the power goes out, leaving you in total darkness.

"Shit," Eddie mutters, but doesn't move from his spot. "This sucks."

You giggle. "Oh, yeah. Poor Eddie Munson, stuck inside with his girlfriend, and can't think of anything to do."

You don't have to see his face to know that he's wearing a cocky grin as he throws the blanket to the floor and climbs on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"Eddie," you say, laughing as you gently push him off. "C'mon, Wayne will be home soon. Let's just find some flashlights."

You feel the icy chill of the cold January night once Eddie's body heat is off of you. Your teeth chatter as you carefully rummage through the kitchen drawers for a source of light.

"Babe, are you cold?" Eddie calls from his room. You hear the click of a flashlight turn on, and the small hallway is quickly illuminated.

"Um, kinda," you admit shyly. "It's okay, though. I can just wrap myself in the blanket."

"Absolutely not," he replies firmly. "Give me a sec. Been meaning to give this to you, anyway." He disappears back in his room and reemerges holding a worn leather jacket. You can tell by the cut and style that it's meant for a woman.

Eddie helps you into it, fixing the collar and smoothing it down. He takes a step back, keeping the light trained on your body. "Wow," he says, and you see tears brimming at his eyes, "you look beautiful."

You're flattered, albeit confused by his intense reaction. "Eds, are you okay?" You hold his hand gently, stepping into him.

"Y-yeah," he clears his throat and looks into your eyes. "'S just...this was my mom's jacket."

You take a sharp breath in, your heart plunging. Eddie had talked about his mom a few times in the six months you'd been together, and you know he'd adored her. You regretted not knowing her when she was alive and gladly listened to Eddie's stories about her. Still, this was big.

"Wow," you echo him, at a loss for words. "Thank you for letting me wear it," you finally manage, hugging him tightly. The smell of his cologne wafts through the air.

"Sweetheart," he gently tilts your head, "I don't just want you to wear it...want you to keep it." He breaks the eye contact sheepishly, letting his gaze fall to the floor.

"A-are you sure?" you ask, then quickly clarify, "I mean, I love it and I'm so honored, but I'd never want to take something of hers unless you're really sure."

His response to that is a kiss so passionate and deep that you nearly fall over, legs turning to jelly as he holds your face in the hand without the flashlight.

"Does that answer your question?" he teases, running his thumb over your lower lip.

"Hmm, I don't know," you goad back, pressing your chest against his. "Might need a confirmation."

You think he's going to kiss you again, and he surprises you when he talks. "I've, uh..." he starts, combing his fingers through his curls, "I've been waiting to give that to the girl I love."

It feels like all of the oxygen leaves your body. You haven't yet told each other I love you; well, not until just now. You certainly felt it, though you've been too scared to say anything.

"You love me?" you ask, feeling a smile spread across your face.

"More than anything, sweetheart," he answers, and you know he means it. "You're the one for me."

"I love you, too," you breathe, and you're still smiling as you kiss him again.

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#eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #fluff #requests

[husbandhannie]

the blue

pairing: woozi x reader

word count: 760

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: i like my scarf, but it was a pain choosing it.

taglist: @leejungchans @junhui-recs @itsveronicaxxx.

“i’m sorry i’m taking so long”

jihoon looks up at your words, averting his eyes from the orange cap he had been eyeing for a few moments. 

jihoon doesn’t like shopping. neither do you, really – but you’ve been forced to undertake this ordeal because of the state of your winter clothes (and maybe because your mother seemed genuinely horrified at their not-so-great condition). when you told your boyfriend you were planning on going shopping to replenish clothes for the coming winter, you didn’t expect him to offer to come along. you had tried to tell him that he didn’t have to, but that only made him more insistent. i know i don’t have to, he had said, i want to. 

that shut down any efforts on your part to stop him from going on an excursion he might not enjoy. jihoon doesn’t explicitly express his feelings towards you often (he’s not much different from you in that regard), so it always catches you off-guard when he’s direct – a fact you have a suspicion he knows.

that brings you to the present; jihoon waiting patiently in the accessories isle of the rather gigantic clothing store while you try to pick out a scarf, having managed to narrow it down to a beige-patterned one and a dark blue one, both with similar material and prices. you’ve tried each of them about four times now, and even you’re getting impatient with yourself. 

jihoon, on the other hand, has said nothing about your indecisiveness, patiently responding to the list of pros-and-cons you had drawn for each scarf. he’s been almost saintly patient today, only showing any frustration when you tried carrying the shopping basket. i don’t have much to say about sweaters, he had said, pulling the basket from your hands, the least i can do is carry the clothes.

“don’t worry about it”, he responds, giving you a gentle smile, “i know you think about these things, it’s okay. i don’t mind”. 

oh, how you wish you could kiss this man. right here, right now.

“i do like to think about it, but”, you pause, picking up the beige scarf, “i’m tired, and i can’t think anymore. i’ll just take this, it goes with everything i have”.

“are you sure?”, he frowns, holding out the basket so you can drop the scarf in, “you like the other color better”.

“i do”, you nudge him along to the direction of billing counters, “but this one is more versatile. and i’m hungry”, you smile at his chuckle, “so this will do”.

[...]

“only i would buy a scarf and forget to wear it the very next day”, you snort, snuggling into your jacket in the hopes that it covers your neck. it doesn’t.

after coming home from the shopping trip, you had discarded the untouched bag in a corner of the room and started working on your assignment, only stopping to order dinner. you had forgotten about the new clothes until a few minutes ago, when you met jihoon outside his studio for a walk in the slightly chilly november night. the slight pain in your ears reminded you that you had also forgotten to buy a cap on the trip. 

“yeah, about that”, jihoon pauses in his step, and you turn around to see him rummage through his bag, “here”.

he pulls out a blue fabric, shaking it open from its folded state. it’s the scarf from yesterday, you realize, the one you didn’t end up buying. jihoon steps forward and places it gently on your shoulder, moving it so that it won’t fall when he lets go. your hands instinctively clutch the fabric when a gust of wind blows, and you tilt your head into its warmth.

“you’re supposed to wear it, you know”, he says, unzipped bag still in his hand, “you’ll get sick”.

“when did you get this?”, you ask, already tying it around your neck.

“went back for it this morning”, he answers casually, and you wonder if the red on his ears is due to the cold, “you really liked it, so i thought – “

he pauses, and your heart almost beats out of your chest – the chest safe and warm under the scarf.

“thank you”, you murmur shyly, before pulling him in for a kiss, only pulling away when the wind on your ear makes you shiver. 

“wait, i almost forgot”, he steps back and his fingers dive into the bag again, this time pulling out an orange cap, “i thought this might go well with the blue”.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #woozi imagines

[captainimprobable]

@kulekrizpy gave me the word "bundle" and the ship Lumity, and this is what I came up with! ~

“You, uh, might wanna bundle up.”

Amity glances down at her light jacket and tugs on her purple scarf. “Isn’t this enough? I know it’s cold, but I’ve been to The Knee before and I’ve been fine in this.”

“Amity, this is a Connecticut Winter.  It’s, like, three times as cold as The Knee.”

Amity scoffs.  “The Knee is the coldest part of the Isles.  There’s no way Connecticut is colder.”

~

Connecticut, as it turns out, is colder. 

Luz pulls Amity through the portal and into the Human Realm, at which point Amity immediately begins to shiver.

Luz tries to hide her shit eating grin, but apparently fails, because Amity glares at her.  

“Cold, Amity?”

“Nope,” Amity says, turning her (very red) nose up in the air, “This is nothing.”

“Mmhm,” Luz replies, but doesn’t say any more.  She keeps her grip tight on Amity’s hand as she leads her through the trees.  When they get to the clearing where Luz’s house is, Amity starts to gravitate that way, but Luz just keeps walking past it.

“Wh-where are we going?” Amity asks, teeth chattering.

Luz glances at Amity and stops walking as soon as she sees her face.  “Oh my god, Amity, I didn’t realize you were that cold!”

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amity says, shaking like a cat after a bath.

Luz slaps a hand to her face.  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to start this competition thing, if I say you win will you stop by my house and put winter clothes on?”

Amity appraises Luz with her eyes narrowed.  “I win?”

“You win.”

“Okay,” Amity finally says, “Then take me to your house, I’m freezing and I can’t feel my feet, what is wrong with Connecticut???”

“You know, you’re not the first person to ask me that,” Luz says, taking Amity’s hand once again.

It’s only a few steps to Luz’s house, and as soon as Luz opens the door, Amity darts inside to defrost.

“Wait here for a sec, okay?”

Amity gives a shaky thumbs up from the corner, where she’s rubbing her hands together to get some feeling back into them.

Luz appears again a minute later, a sweatshirt in her hands.

“Here,” she says, “Put this on.”

“Is this yours?” Amity asks. 

“Yeah, is that okay?” 

To Luz’s surprise, Amity starts to blush.  It’s been a few months since they started dating, and as they’ve gotten more comfortable with each other, Amity’s blush has become more and more scarce.  

This one feels like a gift, and Luz can’t contain her smile.

“Why are you smiling?”

“You’re just really adorable,” Luz says honestly, and Amity’s blush darkens.

“It’s just…this is your sweatshirt, right? I’ve- I’ve always wanted to wear a cute girls sweatshirt.”

“Awwww, you think I’m cute?”

“Maybe.”

“Prove it, then!” 

“How do I prove-”

Luz interrupts her with a swift kiss on the lips.  When she pulls away, Amity is rolling her eyes, but she’s smiling, too.

“That made no sense, you know.”

“I know. I just wanted a reason to kiss you.”

“You don’t need a reason to kiss me, you can just kiss me,” Amity says, taking off her jacket.  She pulls the sweatshirt over her head and then fixes her frizzy hair.

“You mean like, if I wanted to kiss you right now, I could?”

Amity smiles, and Luz can’t help but smile back, because she’s just so happy and Amity is her girlfriend, and sometimes it’s nice to have the reminder.

“You could,” Amity agrees, reaching a hand up to cup Luz’s cheek, and suddenly Luz is nervous.  Like, yeah, sure, she literally just kissed Amity, but this time Amity is initiating.  And they haven’t kissed that much, and her bravado from before is completely gone, and her heart is positively quaking.

“Are you okay?” Amity asks, “Do you not want me to-”

“No, I do!!!!!! I really do!!!! I mean- I uh- just- kiss me, please?” she finishes dumbly, sure that now Amity won’t want to.

But Amity gives her a soft smile that melts Luz’s insides.  She leans in, closing her eyes (at which point Luz remembers that, right, she’s supposed to be closing her eyes too), and presses her lips to Luz’s.  

It’s soft and gentle, and Amity’s lips are freezing, and Luz feels another pang of guilt for making Amity so cold, but as the kiss continues Luz stops thinking anything entirely.  It’s just the two of them in Luz’s doorway, and Luz loses herself in the feeling of Amity’s lips on hers.

When they pull apart, Luz is quite literally speechless.  Amity, however, tries to speak over her nerves.  “So, did you wanna go somewhere? I know we were on our way to some place, so uh maybe we should go and-”

“Actually,” Luz says, regaining the power of speech, “Can we stay here? I have a fireplace, and hot chocolate.”

“But didn’t you wanna go somewhere else?”

“Yeah, but now I kinda….just wanna be alone with you.”

Amity fiddles with the strings on Luz’s sweatshirt.  “You do?”

“Uh huh.  We can, uh, cuddle maybe?”

Luz curses inwardly.  That was a really really awkward, weird thing to say, wasn’t it?

But apparently Amity doesn’t think so, because she smiles so wide her eyes sparkle. 

“I’d love that,” she says.

Luz grins back and takes Amity’s hand, and Amity can’t help but think that she is just so incredibly grateful that she chose not to bundle up.

#lumity #the owl house #thank you this was fun! #if anyone wants to give me a word or sentence and a ship....i am here #writins

[satorugojooo]

Can I request tighnari with a s/o who wears heavy winter jackets no matter how hot it is? Fluff please?

I do this an get very weird looks when it reach temperatures of 101

A/n: okay when I saw this, I could relate a lot because no matter how hot it's outside I still need to have at least a shirt with long sleeves so I hope you will enjoy <3

Pairings:tighnari x gn!reader

Warnings: none I think

Tighnari was hard to amaze, he saw so many things in his life that it was hard to make him even a bit surprised at this point. So when Collei introduced you he was quite... Taken aback. You were wearing a dress till the knees and that, wasn't the weird thing... The thing that was actually the weirdest was the big fur coat you had on yourself.

Tighnari could bet on everything that you came from Snezhnaya, and that perhaps you thought that sumeru is another icy land.

"Oh by the way, aren't you feeling too warm with that coat? You know sumeru is actually very hot, it's not recommended to wear thick clothes here." he told you and you looked at him surprised.

"Oh this? Well don't worry I feel quite chilly even soo I forgot to take my thickest jacket and now I gotta freeze only with this one." you said and his eyes straight up widened. He didn't know if you were messing with him, or if you were telling the truth.

"Are you sure you didn't eat any mushroom? And from where are you?" he asked and you gave him an odd look.

"I'm from Natlan and of course I didn't eat any mushrooms, look, I wear a jacket because compared to Natlan, sumeru feels like Snezhnaya okay and my cryo vision doesn't help either because it gives me chills every time..." you said in a whiny voice and collei started to laugh.

"Master Tighnari I can assure you she said the truth, I know Y/N ever since she was little and her parents moved to Natlan from sumeru." she told tighnari and he nodded.

Now that he looked better, the young person sitting in front of him was indeed looking pretty... Cute he could say, expecially the way you pulled the jacket closer to you and frowning at the shadows.

"Do you know how to get to the city?" Tighnari asked and you shook your head.

"I have no idea, perhaps you could help me?" you said and he just nodded.

"Fine I'll lead the way there, please follow me." he said and you smiled. Once you got to the place with clear sky and sun you smiled even more.

"Oh it feels so nice to be at the sun, in Natlan I'm lucky to have my cryo vision because even there its way too hot, but here my vision makes me shiver so much..." you said and Tighnari nodded.

"You know there are quite some dishes that can help you warm up, I suggest you try them while you stay in sumeru." he told you and you smiled.

"I came to study here, but I plan to stay here as well, I'm very interested in nature so I think sumeru would suit me the best." you said and he smiled for the first time.

"Oh I see, well if your interested in botany you can always ask me for advice." he told you and your eyes light up.

"are you sure? I would love to see you and collei again!" you said and he chuckled.

"Yes of course, but be sure to take this travel guide with you so whenever you come to us you won't get in trouble." he handed you a book and you smiled.

You could bet that this was the start of a nice friendship or something more?

#Tighnari #tighnari fluff #genshin tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari

[evanesdust]

a new beginning

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale, hale pack - Character Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, time skip, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

After his mom’s death, Stiles wasn’t interested in meeting his soulmate, but following a chance encounter in the park, he decided that maybe soulmates weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, life sucked. Tragedy struck, and Derek was gone before Stiles could get to know him. Derek only ever wanted one thing in life: to go back to Beacon Hills and find his soulmate. But when he finally returned home, was it too late? There was no guarantee that Stiles was still there or that he hadn’t moved on with someone else. …or the one where everyone had a soulmark that disappeared when they met their soulmate, but Stiles and Derek met when they were too young to do anything about it.

then - Stiles

Stiles sat at his desk, tracing over the soulmark on his arm with a permanent marker. That way, he could pretend that it wasn’t real, that soulmates weren’t real and that he didn’t have one. Why would he want one anyway? Not when it only brought heartache.

It had only been a few months since Stiles's mom died—since his whole world shattered. But he'd seen what the loss of a soulmate did, and even at only nine years old, he knew that was the last thing he wanted.

Not after watching his father's suffering—losing himself to booze and then to work. It had cemented the wall around his heart, and he hoped he never met his soulmate.

"Hey, kiddo. You ready?"

At the sound of his dad’s voice, Stiles tossed the permanent marker to the side and jumped up from his desk chair. He was giddy, bursting with excitement to get out of the house. More importantly, to do something with his dad. "Yeah."

His dad stepped inside the room before kneeling next to Stiles's bed. He picked up the scarf, and after Stiles put on his winter coat, his dad gingerly looped it around his neck, ensuring the ends didn't get caught when Stiles zipped up his jacket.

"I'm sorry," his dad said, voice breaking.

Stiles pat his dad on the cheek. "It's okay, daddy." He didn’t blame his dad at all. The other day, he overheard Scott's mom talking on the phone, saying that people process grief differently. He wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, but he was happy when he leaned forward to hug his dad and didn't smell the sickly sweet scent of whatever he'd been drinking lately. Instead, Stiles just smelled his dad. Clean, like soap, and the stuff he’d pat on his face after shaving.

His dad coughed, looking away, but Stiles could see that his eyes were shiny with unshed tears. A near constant in their house since his mom died.

"I love you, kiddo."

"I love you, too, daddy."

"So… Park? Playground? Maybe we can make some snow angels."

Stiles smiled, nodded, and held on tight as his dad gave him a piggyback ride out of his room and down the stairs.

-

Only a few people were at the park when they got there. Stiles and his dad built a snowman for a while and then ran around, throwing snowballs at each other. It was a great day, the best he'd had in a long time.

But then, some parents showed up with their kids and wandered over to his dad. Some talked about whatever problems they were having in town since his dad was a deputy, but others walked up with sad smiles. The fifth time someone offered their condolences, Stiles slipped away.

A dark-haired boy, probably not much older than him, built a snowman near the treeline. Stiles noticed that he wasn’t wearing a jacket or snow pants. Just a sweater and jeans—not enough for a human in this winter weather.

Stiles’s eyes went wide because that meant this boy was likely a—

"Werewolf," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. Stiles had never met a werewolf before—at least, not that he knew of. They tended to keep to themselves. All supernatural creatures did. According to his dad, it was safer for them that way. People still wanted to hurt them just because they were different.

'Sometimes people are scared of things they don't know and understand,' his dad told him once. Stiles had rolled his eyes at the time, thinking that was stupid.

With a werewolf right in front of him, curiosity got the better of him, so Stiles made his way over and squatted on the ground next to the boy.

"I don't need any help," the boy said without even looking over his shoulder.

Stiles tilted his head and watched the boy pack snow onto his snowman. "Are you gonna call him Olaf?"

Frozen was one of his favorite movies.

"Why would I call him Olaf?" The boy sounded annoyed. Kind of like Jackson did when Stiles asked too many questions during their lessons, but his mom had always told him that if he didn't understand something, he should raise his hand and tell the teacher. Before Stiles could answer, the boy turned around and asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm nine right now but my birthday's in a few months and then I'll be ten." Stiles shuffled forward on his knees. "Most people don't ask that question first. They ask, 'What's your name?' And then I hafta tell them my name is Stiles even though it's not my real name 'cept no one but my mama can say it."

The boy stared at him, one brow raised high. Stiles wanted to poke it because it kind of looked like a caterpillar but that probably wasn’t appropriate. Instead, he asked, "Are you a werewolf? Is that why you're not wearin' a jacket or snow pants? My daddy made me put mine on. A scarf too but scarves are stupid. Jackson likes scarves. Hey! We could make a snow angel! Me and my daddy made snow angels until I threw a snowball at him, then we had a snowball fight but I won't throw one at you if you don't want. Wait! I shoulda asked your name first!"

Stiles looked up at the boy expectantly.

The boy's other eyebrow shot up, and his mouth dropped open. A lot of people looked at Stiles like that, like they couldn't keep up with him and his rapid thoughts.

"I—uh, Derek. My name is Derek."

"So, how old are you, Derek?" Stiles picked up some snow and patted it against the snowman Derek was building. Sometimes people got this look on their face, like they were trying not to raise their voices or show they were frustrated with him. Derek had that look right now.

But then Derek sighed and smoothed down the part that Stiles added. "I'm thirteen. And, yes, I'm a werewolf."

Derek sniffed the air, making Stiles chuckle.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked.

"You smell human, but also like hot cocoa and toffee."

Stiles's eyes went wide. That was so cool! "I do? I like hot cocoa. But how can you tell I'm human? Do we smell different?"

"If you were a werewolf, you'd smell like pine. Like dirt and grass." Derek gestured to the trees behind them. "Like the preserve."

"That's so cool. I've never met a werewolf before."

Derek grunted, but Stiles’s dad called his name before Stiles could ask where Derek's parents were.

"I have to go. Bye, Derek!" As Stiles ran back to his dad, he smiled brightly. "Daddy! Daddy! Guess what?"

His dad looked tired, but his eyes crinkled in the corner when he smiled, so Stiles knew he wasn’t too sad. "What is it?"

"I met a werewolf!" "You did?"

"That's him!" Stiles nodded enthusiastically as he gestured toward Derek, waving when he noticed Derek looking at them. "His name's Derek and he's my friend now."

His dad chuckled and squeezed his shoulder. "I'm glad, but we should head home now."

"Okay, daddy!"

-

As he took a bath, Stiles made his airplane collide with his rubber duckie. "Boom!"

"Alright, kiddo. You 'bout done in here?" his dad asked from the doorway. "Your PJs are on your bed."

His dad stepped in and grabbed the towel off the hook. "Go ahead and drain the tub. C'mon. I'll read you a story after I tuck you i—” He frowned as he knelt by the tub. “What's that on your arm?"

Stiles looked down at the faint lines of his arm. Most of the permanent marker had faded, but his skin was unblemished instead of revealing his soulmark. "I traced over my soulmark, but it's gone." He tilted his head in confusion as he looked up at his dad.

"Well, it looks like you met your soulmate today." His dad wore a sad smile on his face.

Stiles's mind immediately latched onto the dark-haired boy he met earlier. Derek. Could Derek be his soulmate? Maybe soulmates weren't so bad then. Especially if his soulmate was a werewolf. That would be so cool. And it wasn’t like Derek could get sick like his mom did since their bodies were basically magic, always keeping them healthy.

His dad cleared his throat and wore a knowing look on his face. "Alright. I know you're excited, but it's still bedtime. We'll figure this out in the morning."

"Aww, but da—"

"No," his dad said, holding a finger up. "I know you think it's that boy, and it probably is, but it's also late. I promise I'll look into it tomorrow. But for now, it's time for bed."

Stiles drained the tub and pouted as he got out. Another protest was on his tongue, but his dad wrapped him in the fluffy towel and kissed his forehead before nudging him toward his bedroom.

After quickly drying off and dressing, Stiles climbed into bed so his dad could tuck him in. Two bedtime stories later, his lights were off, and he could hear his dad shuffling around downstairs, likely making sure everything was locked up and all the lights were off.

As he watched the shadows dance along the ceiling, he couldn’t help but wonder how fast his dad would be able to find Derek. Had Derek already realized that his soulmark was gone? Did he think it was Stiles? Was he excited, too?

Somehow, Stiles managed to fall asleep, but he was startled awake when his dad shook his shoulder. "Wha…?"

"Sorry, kiddo. I gotta head into the station. Put your shoes and coat on."

Stiles rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he crawled out of bed. Before he could ask what happened, he yawned—big and wide.

His dad already had his coat open, so Stiles slipped it on, continuing to yawn. "You're gonna stay with Scott, okay?"

Stiles was too tired to really think about it, so he just nodded and followed his dad to his cruiser.

By the time they got to Scott's house, Scott's mom, Melissa, was already standing outside. She kissed him on the top of the head and ushered him inside.

As he walked inside, Stiles heard mumbled words, something about a fire, but then the front door closed and Scott's mom put an arm around his shoulder, leading him up to Scott's room. "Go ahead and sleep, sweetie."

All Stiles could do was nod before crawling into bed next to Scott and promptly falling back to sleep.

-

The next morning, Scott's mom shuffled them to school. Kids and teachers whispered about a fire in the preserve, killing a local werewolf pack.

Something horrible churned in Stiles's gut.

As soon as school let out, he practically ran home instead of waiting with Scott.

"Dad?" Stiles called out as soon he opened the front door, knowing his dad was home since his cruiser was in the driveway. He tilted his head and could hear the shower running upstairs, so he knew his dad was awake.

There was a file on the dining room table. Stiles knew he shouldn't look at it; his dad had told him multiple times not to snoop, but he couldn't help himself.

Maybe this time he should have listened.

The file contained the report of a house fire that claimed the lives of an entire werewolf pack, except for two people: Laura Hale and her younger brother, Derek Hale. The boy Stiles was sure was his soulmate.

He didn’t stop staring at the file even as his dad's cell phone rang from upstairs or when the shower cut off.

A few moments later, a hand squeezed his shoulder. "You were supposed to go with Scott after school."

Stiles ignored that and blinked up at his dad, tears stinging his eyes. He sniffled before asking, "Is he okay?"

His dad plucked the file from his hands, closing it. "He's okay."

"Where is he?"

"He's with his sister."

That made sense.

"Can I see him?" Stiles asked. "He's my soulmate. I can help him. It would help him, right? If I were with him?"

"Stiles…" His dad sighed. "They're going through a lot right now. Let's just give them some time, okay?"

Reluctantly, Stiles nodded. He could do that. He could give them some time to grieve before he tried to find Derek.

But Stiles never got the chance. A few days later, the two remaining members of the Hale pack moved away.

-

now - Derek

Derek hated parties. They were cool when he was younger and in college, but he quickly outgrew them. With a glance at Boyd, he rolled his eyes at the different people pouring into the newly rebuilt pack house. Damn Erica and her insistence on a housewarming party. Derek doubted he even knew anyone in town anymore.

He sighed as he brushed his fingers over the inside of his wrist where his soulmark used to be. It was nice to be back, to be where he'd always considered home, but he knew it wouldn't feel right—that he wouldn't feel completely at ease—until he found his soulmate again. Though he doubts that would happen.

It had been more than ten years since Derek left Beacon Hills. He'd only returned a few times over the past several months to oversee the demolition of his old family home and the construction of the new pack house. Every time he drove through town, he was amazed by how much it had changed.

The arcade he used to hang out in was now a clothing boutique. The diner Laura worked at was a Froyo shop. And Derek was pretty sure the insurance place on the corner of Main Street used to be a small bowling alley.

Beacon Hills was one of those towns where people either made roots or fled as soon as possible. And with what Derek had heard about what happened in the town over the years—hunters, alpha packs, and even ghost riders—he was honestly surprised that anyone still lived here. So there wasn’t even a guarantee that his soulmate still did. And if he was still here, there's no guarantee that he hadn’t already settled down, considering Derek left all those years ago.

Derek snapped out of his thoughts when someone bumped into him. Music blasted and everyone was talking and dancing. He shook his head when he saw a heated make-out session in the corner, certain it would soon lead to more based on the scents emanating from the couple.

He made a beeline for Boyd because the last thing he wanted was them sneaking off to find a room to fuck in. Walking through the throngs of people—seriously, how many people were in his living room?—he was hit with the most delicious scent that reminded him of the hot cocoa his mom would always make him on snow days, and if Derek were of sound mind, he'd be embarrassed by the immediate boner he popped.

He took a deep breath. His feet moved of their own accord, like a cartoon character floating through the air, propelled by a scent stream as he chased that delectable scent. He came to a stop in the kitchen doorway.

The most gorgeous guy Derek had ever seen stood next to the kitchen island. He had a cute, upturned nose, mole-speckled skin, and plush, pink lips Derek wanted to kiss. Derek could tell he was slim but not skinny, lean but not lanky—the perfect mix of strength and submission. A wave of possessiveness that he'd only felt once before rushed over him like a wave cresting over the shoreline.

Only this time, he wanted to mark, mate, and claim.

Somehow, Derek managed to control himself, staying rooted in place as he watched this exquisite creature with curious eyes.

The guy was talking to Scott, a werewolf Derek met when he first decided to move back. While the territory might technically still belong to the Hale pack, Derek couldn’t deny the claim to everyone who was here and protected it over the years. One of whom was Scott, a turned werewolf who’d been bitten by a rogue alpha and left to fend for himself. Somehow, Scott survived as a lone wolf by creating a pack with his closest friends. Derek could only assume that included the guy next to him.

Derek's gaze trailed down over the long, pale expanse of the guy's neck as he tilted his head back, laughing at whatever Scott had just said. He couldn’t help the low growl that escaped as he imagined licking a path from the guy's Adam's apple to the spot just below his ear.

Scott's head snapped over, his eyes flashing red.

Oh shit.

Derek hadn’t meant to challenge Scott. He hadn’t realized that Scott had a claim on this guy. When they met up a couple of weeks ago, he thought Scott was with the pretty kitsune at his side.

The last thing he wanted was to start any kind of fight when he was still trying to get a foothold in his territory again. Plus, as alluring as the guy was, Derek wanted to find his soulmate.

The guy frowned at Scott before his eyes followed Scott's gaze. It was like a knock-out punch when they finally landed on him—on Derek. That gaze turned heated and raked over him like a slow caress.

"I wouldn't bother."

Derek was startled at Isaac's voice. He shook his head and shot Scott an apologetic smile before reluctantly turning to Isaac. "What are you talking about?"

"That guy Scott's talking to. Stiles." Isaac shook his head. "Just don't."

Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

"Stiles?" Derek hadn't heard that name since before Laura died. He stopped speaking his soulmate's name when she told him under no circumstance were they ever going back to Beacon Hills.

"I'm telling you, don't bother," Isaac said with a shrug. "I've heard that he doesn't date."

"What?" Derek asked because all he could focus on was the fact that Stiles was here.

Stiles was here.

"Derek?" Isaac waved a hand in front of Derek's face, snapping him out of his daze. It was clear he'd been talking, but Derek hadn’t heard anything.

"Okay, yeah. I'm gonna—" Derek brushed past him as he made his way toward the front door. He couldn’t be here. After what Isaac said, he couldn’t be this close to Stiles and face a possible rejection. Not yet.

Isaac's brows furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?"

"M'fine," he grunted. He didn’t have the energy to explain anything yet. "Just need air."

As soon as he was outside, he sprinted into the preserve. Magic permeated the air as he leapt and shifted—his clothes shredding and falling to tatters on the forest floor as he ran from the house.

From Stiles.

-

By the time Derek got back, it was obvious by the lack of cars littering the front lawn that the party had died down. A pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt were sitting on the front porch railing. Thank God for Erica because while Derek wasn't modest—hard to be after growing up in a large pack—he didn’t necessarily want to walk inside naked right now.

He dressed quickly and headed inside, ignoring the way Stiles's scent still hung in the air. A few heads turned his way, but he ignored them, too. In fact, he only glanced around to find his pack, to ensure they were here and safe.

Isaac was chatting up some guy in the living room while Erica and Boyd were conversing with Scott in the kitchen.

Erica glanced at him as he grabbed a drink of water. "Hey, De—"

"Later," he told her, taking the glass upstairs. An apology sat on his tongue, but no one had ever said he was particularly verbose. Not for a long time, at least. Besides, considering what happened earlier, he'd need to give Scott more than a quick sorry. He'd need to explain why he reacted the way he did, and that wasn’t something he could do right now.

On the way to his room, Derek passed the study. The light was on and the door was cracked. Which was odd, considering the pack was downstairs and no one should be up here. It was also odd how strong Stiles's scent was up here.

Somehow, he was still surprised when he pushed open the door and found Stiles lying back on the couch by the window.

"Hey," Derek said, stopping in his tracks.

Stiles sat up, eyes going wide. "Um, yeah, hi." An awkward silence filled the room, weighing it down until Derek felt like he was suffocating. Before he could escape, Stiles cleared his throat. "Good run?"

"What?" Derek asked because, naturally, he’d forgotten how to think, let alone speak, when Stiles was in front of him.

"Um, your beta—Isaac? I think that's his name—he said you went for a run."

Derek nodded.

Stiles's large doe eyes sparkled as he barked out a laugh. "Still not much for talking, huh?" There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other, but it wasn’t as awkward as before.

Part of Derek wondered if he should leave. He still wasn’t quite sure he could handle a rejection right now, but his legs didn't agree, refusing to move.

The silence was broken when Stiles finally spoke again. "Do you remember me at all?"

Derek's lips twitched in a small smile as he recalled the day Stiles bounded over to him like an overgrown puppy. "Yeah, I remember."

"So…" Stiles bit his bottom lip and Derek took a subconscious step forward. "I heard you were back in town. Well, officially. I know you were in and out of town for a while now."

"I’ve been back for a week now, yeah."

Stiles tilted his head, his gaze intense. "What made you come back?"

Derek's eyes were drawn to Stiles's hands, at the way he absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over where his soulmark should have been. "I think you know why."

He watched as Stiles swallowed thickly, watched the way his pulse jumped.

"Tell me anyway," Stiles whispered, voice full of what sounded like hope.

Derek walked over and knelt in front of the couch, reaching for him and wrapping his hand securely around Stiles's wrist. There was electricity in the contact as his thumb also rubbed over the spot where Stiles's soulmark used to be. It left him reeling, his voice shaky as he whispered, “I think you can guess why.”

“Say it anyway.”

So Derek did. "For you. I came back for you. To find you."

"It's been a long time."

"I know. And I know things might be different for you." Derek dropped Stiles's wrist as Isaac's words from earlier replayed in his head. I've heard he doesn't date. He stood, taking a step back. "I promise I'm not here to cause any problems."

Stiles scrambled off the couch, arms flailing. Derek steadied him when it looked like he was about to fall over. "There're no problems! What problems? Is it what Isaac said? I asked Scott what you guys were talking about before you left and he said Isaac told you that I don't date, but that's not the whole story."

Stiles's eyes practically burned molten with his vehemence.

Derek cleared his throat, his heart thumpthumpthumping wildly in his chest, thinking that maybe he wasn’t too late. That Stiles wasn’t going to reject him. "So what's the whole story."

Stiles huffed a laugh. "I'm sorry. Was that a question?"

"Yes?" Derek couldn’t help but smile. He'd been yelled at a time or two for his lack of inflection.

"I do date. I mean, I have. I've dated," Stiles said before muttering, "Oh my God, Stiles, get it together. You know how to form a complete sentence."

Derek was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear that. It was cute, though—almost endearing—how Stiles talked to himself.

"I just mean to say…that I've dated. I mean, I was in a pretty serious relationship until a couple of years ago."

"Oh." Derek stamped down his jealousy. It wasn’t a good look for him, not in this situation. Besides, it wasn’t like Derek was celibate the entire time he was gone. Hell, he and Stiles had only met once all those years ago—definitely a far cry from a relationship. Plus, as loath as he was to admit it, he’d already prepared himself for the potential fact that his soulmate had moved on. "I'm sorry."

Stiles shrugged. "Don't be. Things might have started off great but he ended up being a jackass. Left me as soon as he met his soulmate, which would have been fine except he didn't even have the decency of talking to me about it before I found him screwing them in our bed."

Rage coursed through Derek's veins. How dare this person, whoever he was, hurt Stiles like that!

His anger was stamped out when Stiles laid a hand on his arm. "You kind of look like you wanna murder someone right now. Though I gotta admit, it's kinda hot."

Derek didn’t mean to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. "Thank you…? I guess? Is that your roundabout way of suggesting that I'm attractive?"

Stiles smirked, running his thumb over Derek's wrist with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down Derek's spine. "It wasn't meant to be subtle…"

Heat surged through Derek’s body, straight to his groin at the look of lust clouding Stiles's face. "Oh."

Derek knew he was attractive. The last thing he ever wanted to do was come across as cocky or conceited, but he knew what he looked like. Even as a werewolf, he still worked hard to maintain his physique and enjoyed the attention he got from others as a result.

Especially Stiles.

The air grew heavy and thick with the heady scent of Stiles's arousal.

Derek's control wavered and he surged forward, crushing their lips together—careful not to nick him with his fangs. When Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek’s shoulders, Derek slid his hands around Stiles’s waist, caressing his very nice ass before lifting him up and smirking when Stiles let out a breathy moan.

God, Derek wanted to run his hands under Stiles's shirt to feel his body as he pulled Stiles tighter against him. He wanted Stiles's cock pressed against him, driving him crazy until he couldn’t take it anymore. Then Derek would push Stiles against the wall, unbutton his pants, and drop to his fucking knees.

"I can smell your arousal," Derek muttered, pulling away to nuzzle just below the shell of Stiles's ear. He breathed deep, inhaling the way that sweet scent of caramel, cinnamon, and vanilla turned spicy. It was intoxicating.

Stiles whimpered. "It's so good. So good."

Derek burrowed closer, licking a stripe up Stiles's throat before nipping gently at the crook of his neck.

Stiles whimpered again.

When Derek pulled back, Stiles's pupils were blown—his eyes bright and pleasure-dazed.

Derek's eyes were drawn to his lips, so puffy and raw from their kiss. His face was flushed, and Derek would quite literally love to roll around in his scent.

The thought of Stiles in his bed—under him, over him—made Derek growl. There was decorum to maintain, though. Acting like a caveman and throwing Stiles over his shoulder for the sole purpose of taking him to bed definitely wasn't it. Not to mention that this wasn't just about sex for him.

It was at that moment that Derek's brain caught up with his dick.

He dropped his head to Stiles's shoulder and groaned. "As good as this feels, I don't want to jump straight into sex. I want to do this right. Proper dates where I pick you up and take you out to dinner or a movie or a walk in the park."

Stiles chuckled lightly and breathed into Derek's ear. "You wanna woo me, big guy? Wine and dine me like a gentleman?"

Derek huffed a laugh. "Maybe." He shrugged. "I know we're soulmates, but I want to get to know you. I want to be your boyfriend."

"I want that, too," Stiles said, unwrapping his legs from Derek's waist but keeping his arms around his shoulders. "So we should probably take this slow."

Derek nodded. As much as he'd love to pull Stiles close and kiss him until he was breathless again, Stiles was right. And the last thing he wanted to do was rush into anything, messing up what would be his happily ever after.

Stiles's fingers threaded through his hair, pulling Derek in and kissing him again. It was a soft, chaste brush of lips that sparked more desire in Derek now that he'd found his soulmate, the promise of a new beginning. He smiled brightly because, this time, he wasn’t going anywhere.

#sterek #sterek fic #sterek au #holy shit i wrote something

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

3 - Birds Flying Higher

cw: gender dysphoria

Year: 1984

Steve wasn’t exactly what met the eye. From the outside, he seemed to be good at everything, impeccable with women, and set to lead the most perfect life anyone could possibly dream of.

But it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Everything he did was for someone else’s approval, whether it be his mom’s, his dad’s, or the girl he was dating. He didn’t feel comfortable in his own skin, feeling as if he was just a puppet for others to vicariously live through.

If he had his way, he would be chasing after love—marriage—with someone who actually wanted him for who he was. Faults and all. Sure, maybe he was a bit of an airhead, a tad effeminate, and liked dudes as much as (if not more) than girls. He knew it was too good to be true, nothing more than a fantasy, for someone to love him and all his baggage.

He sat in homeroom, waiting for the morning bell to ring. He rushed to finish whatever homework assignment he neglected to do the night before, but quickly got distracted by Eden.

Eden Munson—a free spirit. Everything he wanted to be and more. Someone who didn’t care as much about appearances and was completely, unapologetically themselves. She walked in that morning, hair done back into a messy braid, actually showing her face. Usually, it was either down or up in that horrid bun where bits and pieces of hair would hide her.

But not today.

Today, it was pulled back to show the soft curves of her face. Steve was able to see her beautiful brown button eyes and her adorable dimples whenever she smiled. He sat there, bewildered, by the girl, not realizing he was lost in her.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he said. “Sorry… I was, um, just wondering if you got last nights assignment.”

“Uh, yeah, I got it. Believe it or not, I did it too,” she teased. She may have been meek, but dear lord, did she have a smart mouth—one of the endless things Steve fawned over.

“You know what I mean,” he blushed. “Did you understand it?”

“No, absolutely not. I copied from last years. Here.” Eden pulled out the assignment and set it in front of him. “Consider it a loan, Harrington.”

“You’re a life saver, Munson.”

Steve found himself purposely not finishing Mrs. Click’s homework assignments, rather than just forgetting to complete them. He was finding any possible excuse to talk to Eden, even if it was only for a few seconds.

Several weeks passed and the annual Snow Ball was right around the corner. Nearly every girl in school was pining after Steve, doing every possible thing they could to get him to ask them out. He may have been ditzy, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew the girls’ true intentions—they were all the same. Girls either wanted Steve for a popularity boost, the possibility of a stable Trust Fund fueled life, or to get into bed with the legendary King Steve.

A week before the dance, Steve was in homeroom, anxiously biting on his pencil, awaiting Eden’s arrival. He had finished Mrs. Click’s assignment for that day—he didn’t want any distractions that morning. As the first period bell was approaching, Steve’s eyes never left the door. Eventually, just as the morning announcements began, Eden ran through the door, rushing to take her seat.

Without her noticing, Steve smiled fondly at her. Her hair was down that day, curls clearly brushed out with only her fingers. Her Hellfire shirt was on, along with a heavy leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans. She was wearing winter boots with a mix of slush and salt caked onto them. As the morning announcements concluded, Eden hauled her backpack over her shoulder and headed for the door. Steve panicked and quickly grabbed onto her arm.

“Good morning to you too, Harrington. What’s up?” Eden raised a brow. Steve aimlessly blinked at her a few times before clearing his throat, blushing.

“I was wondering if you had a date to the Snow Ball.” Eden scoffed. “What?”

“Why on earth would I have a date?”

“I don’t know… you’re pretty and nice.”

“Is this a prank?”

“What?”

“Because, if it is, just get it over and done with and find a way to humiliate me without wasting an evening.”

“No, Ed…”

There it was again—Ed—music to her ears. She looked to the floor, red in the face, avoiding the boy like the plague. This had to be a joke.

“I… I genuinely want to go out with you.”

“Please.” She crossed her arms over her chest, sports bra clutching her breasts a little too tightly.

“Eddie, I do.”

That was a new one. Eddie. Her heart was soaring.

“Please, go to the dance with me… i-if you hate me afterwards I’ll never talk to you again. I promise…”

“Fine… what time are you gonna pick me up?”

The days leading up to the dance were agonizing for Steve. He just wanted every possible excuse to have Eden Munson close to him. Slow dancing with him, smiling and laughing with him. He wanted to see her done up all nice. He wanted to take her in—all her beauty, all her faults.

That fateful Friday evening finally came. Steve was dressed in a finely pressed black suit, hair done just right, and conscious not to over do it with the cologne. He ran downstairs, waving goodbye to his parents, nearly forgetting the corsage in the fridge. He got into his car and sped off to pick Eden up at her house.

Steve made his way to the trailer park, parking as close to the trailer’s entrance as possible. He grabbed the corsage box and eagerly headed for the door, knocking a few times before being let in by Wayne.

“She’s nearly ready,” he said. “Wayne.” He stuck his hand out and smiled.

“Steve. Harrington. Steve Harrington.”

“Have her home no later than eleven, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me that. Way too formal.”

“Right, sorry…”

“Steve, is that you?” Eden called.

She emerged from her room and Steve’s knees nearly buckled beneath him. Her make-up was subtle—nothing more than some eyeliner, mascara, blush and lip gloss. Her ringlets were tied up in a proper bun, decorated with a black ribbon tied into a bow. Her dress was a black cocktail gown that hugged her torso and flowed with her body from the waist down. It was held up by two thin straps over her shoulders, barely visible with a shear shawl over her arms. Given that it was going to be a long night, she opted for black flats—still formal, but not murderous to her feet.

She nervously tugged at her dress as she approached him. It was too snug for her liking—Steve clearly didn’t have an issue, seeing how it left virtually nothing to the imagination. Wayne wasn’t a huge fan, thinking it was a tad too revealing, but the thrift stores only had so many options on such short notice.

Steve was still at a loss for words. He was drinking her in, from head-to-then back up to do it all over again. His mouth hung open, eyes lit up with joy. Eden nervously fiddled with her rings scattered across her fingers—her date still not having said anything. Wayne raised a brow, nudged the boy’s back, clearing his throat.

“Oh, uh, I got you this.”

Steve fumbled to open the clear box, eventually retrieving the decorative flower. He held Eden’s hand in his as he slid the corsage onto her wrist. Blushing at the sight, Eden smiled uncontrollably at her date. This had to be a dream.

“You look beautiful,” he finally said.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Harrington,” she giggled.

“Home by eleven, E.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bye, Wayne, love you.”

“Love you too. Stay safe, kids.”

“We will, Steve replied.

The two stood outside, under the awning, Eden hesitant to step into the snow. Steve snaked an arm around her waist before scooping her up to carry her to the car. She chirped out a gasp, and before she knew it, she was sitting in Steve Harrington’s BMW.

“Off we go,” he smiled.

The two began the drive to the school. Eden spent a majority of her time glaring out the window, unintentionally picking at her poorly manicured nails. Steve was stealing glances every chance he could, smiling in disbelief.

He couldn’t believe he got her. It all seemed too good to be true.

The pair pulled into the first available spot they saw in the parking lot, Steve rushing over to help Eden out of the car. The bitter wind stung Eden’s skin as soon as she stepped foot out of the BMW. Without hesitation, Steve took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders, holding her close.

Eden’s eyes were soft, flashing her date a weak smile as a silent token of appreciation.

The two walked into the gymnasium, that had been thoroughly decorated for the event, and nearly everyone stopped in their tracks. People were leaning in to one another, whispering lord knows what about the unlikely duo. Eden pouted, looking to her feet as she shuffled towards the first available table she saw. Steve followed her around like a puppy dog, ignoring his friends that were incessantly trying to call him over. Eden handed the jacket back to Steve and adjusted her shawl.

“Shouldn’t you be getting over to your friends?” she pointed.

“Why would I do that?” he asked.

“Because they’re your friends?” She raised a brow, confused by his retort. “We made the headlines—shocked the nation. You made your point with me. Go hang out with your people.”

“My people?” he chuckled.

“You know what I mean, Steve.”

“I don’t want to hang out with them, Ed. I want to hang out with you… you are my date, after all.”

“I find that hard the believe.”

“Eddie, please, just… just try to have fun tonight. For me?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll try.”

“I’m gonna go get us some punch, okay? Make yourself comfortable.”

“Okay.” Eden gave him a soft smile as she took a seat at the decorated table.

Steve smiled fondly at his date and headed over to the refreshment area to get the two something to drink. Immediately, all of Steve’s friends hounded him, relentlessly asking him questions.

“Dude, why are you with Eden ‘The Freak’ Munson? Don’t you have any self respect?”

“Yeah, what happened to Nancy?”

“What’s with the third degree?” Steve defended. “She’s sweet, she’s cute. Why wouldn’t I ask her out?”

“Uh, because she’s a freak?” Tommy bit.

“So?”

“You, Steve Harrington, don’t have a problem being seen with the town freak? I find that hard to believe. How’re we pranking her?”

“What? No, we’re not pranking her! Can’t I just date who I want? Jesus.”

“You’re up to something, Harrington. You of all fucking people wouldn’t just date Eden.”

“Listen, she’s nice to me. I think she’s really pretty. Maybe there’s something there, who knows. Can’t I just enjoy myself?”

“Whatever, dude. Let us know whenever you decide to drop her.”

“Whatever,” Steve scoffed.

He filled the two plastic cups with watered down punch and eagerly spun on his heels to head back to his date. His face fell in defeat when he saw her talking to Billy fucking Hargrove. Reluctantly, Steve headed over and stood behind Eden.

“I see you’ve met my date. Here you go, honey,” Steve said, handing Eden the cup. She accepted it with two hands, face turning a light pink at the nickname.

“Steve, hi,” Billy smirked.

“How do you two know each other.”

“We don’t,” Eden quickly bit. “He was just leaving.”

“Was I?” Billy teased.

“Yeah, you were.”

“I don’t think you can handle her, Harrington…” Billy chuckled as he stood up from the seat. “She’s got a mouth on her… seems like a lot for you to handle, hmm?”

“He doesn’t need to handle me. I can take care of myself,” Eden sneered.

“Well, sweetheart, you know where to find me when you’re done playing with pretty boy over here.” He licked his lips, pinched Eden’s cheek, and walked off into the crowd. Eden twisted her face before glancing up at Steve.

“Sorry about him,” she whispered.

“It’s not your fault,” Steve reassured, taking Billy’s seat. “He hates me, so I’m not surprised he tried going after you.”

“Who could ever hate you?” Eden said, without thinking. Steve smiled uncontrollably before taking a sip of his drink.

“Hargrove, apparently.”

“Well, he’s an idiot.”

“Yeah, a major one.”

The evening carried on with Eden not wanting to do much—Steve, however, didn’t mind keeping his date company. The two sat and chatted for the duration of the evening, getting to know one another more than they ever thought they would. Soon enough, the slow song of the evening began to play. Without much thought, Steve stood up, straightened himself out, and offered his hand to Eden.

“Oh, no, I don’t dance,” she said.

“Come on, just once,” he insisted.

“Fine… just the one time.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Steve led Eden to the dance floor where she wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently rested his hands on her hips and fought every instinct to pull her close. The two began to sway to Elvis Presley’s If I Can Dream, Eden slowly pulling herself closer to Steve. By the bridge, her head was resting against his chest, smiling ear to ear, never wanting to move.

“So, will you go out with me again?” Steve asked. Eden didn’t reply, but instead nodded against his chest, pulling him closer.

“I’ve always wanted to be able to sing this,” Eden mumbled.

“Why can’t you?”

“My voice isn’t deep enough. I want the grit that he has.”

“I believe you’ll be able to do it one day,” Steve reassured.

“Thanks… that means a lot…” As soon as the song ended, Eden reluctantly pulled away from Steve and let out a heavy sigh. “Can we head home?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. You have everything?” She nodded. “Alright, come on, then.”

Steve draped his coat over her shoulders and led her out of the building and into his car. The drive was silent—Steve assumed his date was worn out from the evening. When the BMW pulled up to Wayne’s trailer, Steve looked to Eden and blushed.

“What?” Eden whispered.

“Nothing… you’re just really pretty.” Eden rolled her eyes and went to open the door. “Wait, wait!” Steve clamored out of his side and sprinted over to let his date out. “C’mere.” Without thinking, he scooped her up and carried her to the front door of her home.

“Thanks,” Eden giggled.

She fished through her purse to find the keys to the door. Steve awkwardly stuck his hands in his pockets, anticipating the goodbye. Once Eden forced the door open, she turned to Steve and sighed.

“See you around,” she said.

“Wait, uh, Ed?” he started.

“Yeah?”

“Can, um… can I kiss you?”

Her face fell in shock. Her pupils were blown as her mouth hung open, catching flies. She blinked aimlessly a few times before clearing her throat.

“Oh, uh… yeah…”

Steve stepped closer and gently rested his hands on her cheeks. Eden silently gulped, not knowing what to do—she hadn’t thought this far ahead. Steve eased her into a soft kiss, smiling as he did so.

Eden’s chest fluttered. She melted into his touch, still thinking she needed to pinch herself awake from this dream.

When Steve pulled away, Eden was at a loss for words. She bumbled nonsense for a few seconds before chuckling and pushing her loose hair out of her beet red face.

“Wow, um… that was nice,” she finally whispered.

“Yeah?” Steve smiled.

“Yeah… see you Monday, Harrington.”

“See you, Munson.”

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 15. brb x oc

do you ever look at someone and wonder, wow how dare you? yeah.

a/n: * taps mic * rooster is too fucking horny my dudes

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: sLIGHT SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, just a sprinkle

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-

 “Gorgeous, you there yet?”

“Yeah I just got to Shells, Roos.” Beatrice shuts her car door with her hip, locking it soon after, looking at the bungalow house her friend lived in “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here.” she looks at her friend’s front garden, noticing Shells has been doing a better job when it came to taking care of her plants - probably because of Carmen and Evelyn’s constant nagging about how every time they visited one plant would be dead. 

“Well, let me know when you get home, okay? Message me too if you want.”

Beatrice smiles, walking up the steps to Shell’s door, “I will, Roos. Promise.” she presses on the doorbell, hearing the sharp high pitched sound reverberate from inside the house and a loud ‘coming!!’ following soon after, “I just hope that whatever Shells has planned isn’t…too much.”

“I don’t think it’ll be so bad. I mean, Evelyn got you that amazing costume last year, which by the way you can wear at home if you want.”

“Rooster!”

“What? It’s too pretty to be kept aside, baby.”

She laughs with her face turning red, hearing Shells’ loud footsteps stomping down the staircase and rushing to the door, “I’ll have to go,Roos. Talk to you later?”

“You bet, pretty girl. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Beatrice finishes the call just as Shells opens the door, the brunette jumping at her friend’s appearance: a vibrant green clay mask on her face, hair up in a towel and a toothbrush poking out of her mouth, wearing only a black sports bra and vibrant red running shorts. Bea couldn’t even come up with a greeting because Shells was faster.

“Hey babes!” Shells’ voice is a bit muffled because of the toothbrush still jammed inside her mouth, “Come on in, I was just finishing stuff up.” she proceeds to brush her teeth while walking deeper into the house, keeping the door open so her friend follows behind. Beatrice shuts the door, looking around her place and noticing that it was the same messily organized area she knew…with the addition of a few combat boots on the corner and a jacket she was sure belonged to Bob. 

“You know, you could’ve let me know you were taking a shower,” Bea smiles, “And brushing your teeth,I could’ve come later.”

“Mmhm!” Shells shakes her head negatively, holding the towel up so it doesn’t fall over her eyes as she moves, popping the toothbrush out of her mouth, “No need for that babes! You know you are my sister from another mother, you don’t have to wait for me.” Beatrice gave Shells a thankful smile, the blonde pointing at her, “Come on, I just have to spit this out.”

Beatrice follows Shells up the stairs, entering her bedroom, surprised to see that while it was a bit messy, it no longer had things sprawled all over the place and her bras were hidden inside her wardrobe. Bob’s influence, no doubt. 

Beatrice noticed a black box sitting in the corner of the room, tilting her head in its direction as Shells disappeared in the ensuite bathroom, seeing that it was partially open the closer she got to it. She could see pieces of fabric? Some with sequins, others neutral colored and she wondered why would Shells have fabric if she hated to sew.

“Ah,” Beatrice straightens her back when she hears Shells’ voice, “I see you found my surprise.”

“...your surprise?”

“Yes!” Shells walks around Beatrice to the box, pulling it forward with a soft grunt, then opening the flaps, “So, weeks ago me and Melia were walking around, as one does, and we found this thrift shop. It was huge, and everything was so cheap I couldn’t not enter. And we found, several, several vintage clothing and costumes. And guess what? Most of these are in your size!”

Beatrice blinks up at Shells with her lips parted, “Wait, you bought those for me? Shells!”

“Oh come on, don’t start with ‘you didn’t have to’. I wanted to, you are my best friend, I was your bridesmaid and I know how hard it is for you to find actual cute costumes. So,” she digs her hands inside the box, grabbing the folded clothes with both arms and tossing them on her bed, “Consider me your fairy godmother, Cinderella.”

Beatrice could only look at Shells with her eyes wide, still not believing that her friend just decided to buy her several options of clothes she could use as Halloween costumes, “Shells…I…” but her friend just rolled her eyes, nodding her head to the clothes. Beatrice only laughed softly, approaching the folded fabrics with her hands hovering over them, unsure of what to get first, “These look so beautiful already.” she picked the sequin one, unfolding it to reveal it was a flapper dress.

An actual flapper dress with tiny beads. It wasn’t sequin at all. Beatrice gasps, pressing the dress to her body, turning herself back and forth as she watched the tiny beads move alongside her, “Oh wow…I’ve never seen a flapper dress my size before.”

“Well, go try it on!”

And so she did. And while she did like the dress, she felt it should be used some other time, mentioning it to Shells who just suggested she picks something else. She’s carefully changing outfits, checking each one little by little.

It wasn’t until she reaches the dark green jumpsuit that she stops, “Wait…is this–”

“Oh yes, it sure is.”

“Shut up, you are lying.”

“Would I lie to you, babes?” Shells chuckles as her friend’s eyes almost seemed to pop out of the sockets, “Go try it on~” and she didn’t have to be told twice, because Beatrice disappeared in a matter of seconds. Shells picked on her nails as she waited, sometimes biting a strip of skin off her cuticles, then leaning back on her hands as she waited. 

Shells tilted her head when she heard Beatrice’s steps slowly returning, her mouth dropping with surprise and a disbelieved laugh breaking out of her throat “Oh, girl you look so good!” Beatrice slowly walked to the full body mirror slowly, her own expression brimming with wonder and amazement, turning her body back and forth to check if it fit well enough and it absolutely did.

“How the hell did you find,” Beatrice turns her body again, loving how it hugged her curves “An aviator jumpsuit my size?”

“Babes I’m full of surprises. Oh my god you look stunning.” Shells grins, pulling her legs up to cross them, keeping them close by holding her ankles “Rooster will lose his fucking shit. Also, the lady there said she can make your own nametag if you want to.” Beatrice is too busy looking at herself to pay attention, “With your last name and callsign.”

“Oh wow.” the fabric was not so heavy, obviously this wasn’t an actual jumpsuit but it was extremely similar to one. She pulled the zipper up to her cleavage, the fabric making her breasts appear fuller and she wondered if she should keep it like that or not, “Wow, this is so…amazing…”

“Right? There’s also a Morticia dress here too, and,” Shells lifted each folded clothing, “I don’t know, a few more. But it looks like you just got your costume.”

“It’s amazing.” she whispered, “I’ve never had anything like this before- my ass, looks so good.” Shells laughs loudly as Beatrice turns her lower half to look at her buttocks yet again, “You said there’s a Morticia one too?”

“Yep.”

“...hm…” she pauses, narrowing her eyes, “Roos wanted to have a couples’ costume–”

“Of course he did.”

Beatrice ignored the sighed tone from her friend, “Maybe I should ask for his opinion?” she asks while looking at her reflection “Tell you what, can you hand me my phone?”

-

Bradley was scrolling through his phone as he waits for Mav to be done with his own lunch, leaning back on his seat as he busied himself. It’s been a few minutes since Beatrice last talked to him and he hoped she was having fun but he had a feeling she was. As he scrolled through Instagram - liking another picture of Payback’s dog when she showed up on the screen- he got a message from Beatrice. 

His smile immediately widened and he adjusted himself, Maverick grinning knowingly that the only reason he’d smile so big was because of Beatrice herself. That girl really had no idea how much of a putty she turned his nephew into.

Bea (12:20)

Roos! I need your opinion on something :(

Roos (12:21)

Of course gorgeous :) what do you need?

Bea (12:24)

Well,I got two costumes but I really want your opinion on each one? And…don’t be biased. Pls.

Roos (12:25)

Biased? Okay, haha, I won’t.

He lifts the soda can to his lips, tilting just enough for the cold liquid to enter his mouth before his eyes widened and he almost choked. Well, not almost, he pretty much choked, setting the can to the side and looking away from a worried Mav, “Brad?” his nephew just held out a hand, telling him without words that he was fine, “Okay, is everything okay?”

‘Yeah,nothing happened.” another cough and he stands up, “Be right back.” he speed walks away from their table, leaving Pete looking a mix of confused and clearly amused, letting out a soft laugh as he watches Rooster’s retreating back. 

Meanwhile, the young Bradshaw was trying his best to hold how hot he suddenly felt. He looked around, over his shoulder to check if anyone was close by, choosing that it’d be easier if he entered the bathroom instead. He nodded to whoever was there, he didn’t know, he honestly didn’t care, all he cared was finding an empty stall and hiding himself there for a while.

Once he’s sure he’s alone in the bathroom after he enters the stall, he just sits down on the toilet’s lid and looks back at what she sent. “Holy shit.” he whispers, keeping his ears perked in case he hears anyone getting in, “Holy fuck.” 

He stared at her picture. The picture of her wearing the known dark green jumpsuit he wore as she stood in front of a mirror holding up her phone to take the pic, the way it hugged her body and how it enunciated her curves was driving him nuts. It was one thing to have her wear his shirts, his hoodies or even his jackets, but her wearing something like that definitely made something inside of him snap.

“So this is the first one.” he hears her say once he presses play in the video, “Don’t be biased Roos, I also don’t want it to be weird if I show up wearing it with the others close by. I kinda like it, it’s really comfortable.” and he could hear nothing else beyond that point because her reflection showed how much that fabric clung to her ass and he let out a quiet pained noise.

How does she not know how sexy she is while doing the bare minimum? How? “Fuck I’m so lucky.” he mutters, he could see her turning back and forth in front of the mirror, spreading her arms - and he could see Shells’ smirking face on the edge of the mirror as well. But he promised to not be biased, even if he wanted to, so he went to the second video.

He bit his knuckles hard, closing his eyes when the second video loaded, “Okay this one, is obviously Morticia’s dress, but I don’t know, maybe the neckline is too low?” Beatrice runs her fingers across it, following her breasts and adjusting her posture, “It’s so nice too, It’s so long and the sleeves!” long enough to mimic bat wings, she even flapped it a bit while giggling, “I love the sleeves, but yeah! Gimme your opinion Roos! Because I don’t know which one to choose!”

He places the phone on his thigh, rubbing his face with both hands and inhaling deeply with his palms still glued to his nose. He was trying to come up with a coherent sentence, something less than the caveman-like reply he was sure to write. After a while he interlaced his fingers, clenching his hands as he sets them in front of his lips, “Fuck.” he drops his forehead to his knuckles, gently hitting it against the bones because he was still trying to understand how his wife could be so sexy and so cute at the same time.

Bradley closes his eyes again, leans his head back and takes in a deep breath to get his thoughts in check. He loved both of those, he loved how they looked on her body and how happy she seemed…and he wasn’t going to be biased, as much as he wanted to, because while he loved her wearing that jumpsuit he didn’t want others to…see her wearing it, he wanted it to be a bit more personal.

He waits until he’s calm enough, and his hands aren’t trembling just a bit, before typing a response, frowning when he saw Bea’s little frowny face emoji with a question mark, no doubt fearing he didn’t like the options she showed him.

Roos (12:35)

Baby, sorry, I had to rush to the bathroom really quick. I mean, fuck both look really, REALLY good on you.

Bea (12:36)

Yeah?:)

Roos (12:37)

Yeah, fuck yeah babe. Fuck you are very cruel, sending me that while I can’t be close to you. But, if you want my opinion…I really liked the Morticia dress. Remember we talked about it last year?

Bea( 12:39)

:o oh we did!! I completely forgot! Well, it’s settled then :) 

Roos (12:40)

Yeah, but you won’t get rid of the other one, will you?

He could only hope he didn’t sound too desperate when he asked her that.

Bea(12:42)

Oh no, I’m taking it too :) There are several costumes my size that Shells was kind enough to get for me. So I’m taking them all home.

Roos (12:43)

Oh, oh okay baby. Just so you know, you look sexy in both of them. 

Bea (12:44)

Thank you Roos <3 I didn’t interrupt your lunch, did I?

Roos (12:46)

What? No, you didn’t. I was done with it when you talked to me. Don’t worry gorgeous, I loved the surprise.

Bea (12:48)

<33! Thank you Roos,I’ll leave you to it now, okay? See you later! I love you!

Roos (12:50)

Love you too, gorgeous.

And he leans his body back just enough for his nape to hit the wall, eyes focused on the ceiling and the phone being held between his open legs. “...fuck.” he says again, quieter this time since he hears someone is inside. Rooster tries to get rid of the image, but he can't, because Beatrice wearing that suit was going to haunt him for days, he knew.

She looked so good.

His brain didn’t help him at all, because all he could see was Beatrice on her knees, suit open just enough to show more cleavage and her mouth on his d–

“Brad?” Pete’s voice startles him and he almost drops his phone, “Are you in here?”

“Shit, fuck- yeah!” he glares down at the obvious telltale sign tenting his pants and groans, trying to think of anything else before he gets out, “Just, uh, had to get in here real fast.”

A pause, then he could swear he hears Mav laugh, “Ah, of course, well, knock yourself out. I’ll be outside.”

“Thanks.” and he continues to glare at the one thing that would tell everyone that he was thinking of anything but work right now. He groaned once he was sure he was alone and could hear nothing else but the sounds from outside, “It’s not my fault she’s hot.” he tries to counter, only to fail miserably because that let out a whole new wave of images in his mind. “...fuck.”

-

“Well!I think the Morticia one wins!” Beatrice turns to Shells after pocketing her phone, approaching her friend who was now wiping her face off the clay mask with a damp towel, “Thank you for doing this for me,Shells. I really appreciate it.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it, babes.” Shells grins, tossing the towel back inside her bathroom and turning off the light, “Just to let you know, the flying suit has a replica, in case the fabric rips.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it is pretty good but this isn’t a new costume.” Shells explains as she picks it up, rubbing the fabric with her thumb and forefinger, “So the lady told me to take two in case it ripped, you know? Especially in the thigh area, because of friction.”

“Makes sense, I’ll be careful. Maybe I’ll wear it at Penny’s Halloween party this year!We’ll see! Have you decided what you are going to be for Ev’s party?”

Shells looks up at the ceiling, humming with a smile, “You know,I was thinking an angel.” Beatrice blinks at her, “You know, with the glitter wings and fuzzy halo? Thought it’d be nice.”

“Angel? You are not the type to wear stuff like that.”

“Eh, just felt inspired.” she laughs, sitting back down on the bed and patting her side so Bea could follow. The brunette does, looking at her friend with her brows furrowed and a confused smile on her face, “I don’t know, ever since me and Bob got together…a lot of things came into perspective.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, you know…I never had an actual stable relationship. I told you that. And Bob, I mean…he’s Bob. He’s so sweet and so kind to me, he’s so patient too. And you know I’m crazy! I’m a wild bitch.” Shells’ laughter falters, her eyes turning dark as she looks at her hands, “...I just don’t want to be…like–” and her voice stops, she doesn’t finish the sentence.

Beatrice knew Shells for a long time now, she knew everything there was to know about the blonde. The very first thing she told Beatrice was about her mother - whom she refused to call mother, simply calling her Charlotte- and how she chose a man over her. Over her own child, dropping her at Penny with the excuse she’d have a job in Florida and would come back to pick Shells up.

She never did and she died when Shells was in High School. Shells never shed a tear for her, she always said Charlotte wasn’t worth it. Since then Penny stepped up as her legal guardian and mother figure, “...You won’t.” Beatrice says softly, touching her friend’s hand, “You won’t, Shells.”

The blonde’s blue eyes moved to her friend’s for a second and the darkness in those irises immediately melted, already taking that out of her mind, “Yeah, anyway.” she then smirks, “So, Mrs.Bradshaw, how’s married life?”

Beatrice was glad they changed the subject so quickly and her own smile couldn’t be prevented after she was asked, “Great.” she whispers, breathily, “It’s been great.”

“Oh I’m sure you are enjoying a lot,huh?.” Cue to Bea’s cheeks turning red, but her shy smile answered Shells’ questioning. “When is the baby Bradshaw coming? When will I meet my nephew/niece?”

“Oh, ah,well…we’ve been trying.” she explains, “A lot but…there’s nothing happening yet so, we’ll see. Maybe when he comes back.” Bea shrugs, “We aren’t in that much of a hurry, if it happens now it’s good but if we have to wait a bit that’s fine too, you know?”

Shells snorted, “More things to keep trying huh?” Beatrice once again blushed hard and her friend pushed herself to her feet, “Anyway, you up for having lunch together? I have some leftovers, I’ve been learning how to cook.”

Beatrice gives Shells a dumbfounded look “You? Cooking?Oh, wow, I might need to ask Bob where the real Shells is and who you are.” Beatrice only squeaked when Shells throws a pillow to her face, laughing against the pillow case before tossing it aside. But she does stand to her feet, following Shells down the stairs all the while still giggling at her friend’s annoyed face.

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