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baileypie-writes · 4 months

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~In Love with my Idol - Part 2~

Velvet x Fem!Pop Star!Reader

Part 1 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: After your concert, you go on a first date with Velvet.

Warnings: A minor suggestive joke, though nothing happens. Sharing feelings, cringe but I kinda did it on purpose.

Requested by: @reizuuuu

A/N ~ Hope you enjoy! Also, merry day-after-Christmas!(it’s one in the morning for me right now. I need to go to bed)

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this excited for one of your concerts to end. You had to stop yourself from completely rushing it. You wanted your fans to be happy, so you gave it your very best, and your concert ended with cheering that nearly busted your eardrums.

After thanking the audience and saying goodbye, you practically bolted backstage. And there Velvet was, waiting for you.

“That was pretty good.” She said, giving you a golf clap. You knew that this was her way of saying “That was awesome! Great job!” So you smiled back at her.

“Thanks!” You said, voice tired and slightly raspy. You fiddled with your fingers, wanting to shyly bring up what you talked about earlier. “So….”

“A date? Sure, where do you wanna go?” She casually asked and answered your question for you, much to your relief.

“Well, I think I’ve had enough paparazzi for one day, so someplace quiet. How about my place? We can order food or something?” You asked.

“Woah, inviting me to your place? Isn’t that kinda forward? What’re you planning on doing?” Velvet teased, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, laughing. “Nothing, I promise!”

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When you arrived at your house, you got out of your car, and went over to Velvet’s. You politely opened the door for her, and half-jokingly held out your hand to help her step out. She smirked and rolled her eyes, waving your hand away.

You both went inside, and you showed Velvet around.

“It’s not nearly as big as my house, but it’s nice.” Velvet said, clearly flexing.

“Well I don’t really feel the need for a big house. It’s just me who lives here, after all.” You said. Internally, you were freaking out. Not only were you on a date with Velvet, but it was at your own place! You avoided eye contact to hide your bashfulness.

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.” Velvet noticed your shy demeanor, and didn’t like it. She tried getting you more involved with the conversation.

“So… all by yourself, huh? Must get pretty boring.”

“Heh, yeah, it does.” You said. Velvet was pleased with herself when you finally looked at her, and your shoulders became less tense.

Your walking suddenly slowed and came to a stop. Velvet noticed, and stopped as well.

“To be honest, hanging out with you has really been really fun.”

“Well duh, of course it is. I am really fun to be around.” Velvet said, gesturing her hand to herself, and tilting her head up with pride.

You laughed. “What I mean is, besides being a pop star, I don’t really have anything else going on in my life. So when I’m not on stage, I feel kind of lonely. So when I started hanging out with you, it added something new and fun into my life.” You confessed, avoiding eye contact yet again.

This time though, Velvet also wouldn’t look at you. She wasn’t good with sharing feelings with others, so this made her feel awkward. So she did her best to make a response. “Well, you’re pretty fun too. It’s nice to have someone other than Veneer to talk to.” You looked up at her and smiled, which Velvet copied.

You then let out a big exhale, ready to change the mood of the conversation. “So! Wanna order some food?” You swayed back and forth on your feet.

“Sure.”

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A little over thirty minutes passed, and the two of you were sitting at the kitchen table, eating your meals. Velvet was the one who picked the food, of course.

“This is pretty good. Do you eat here a lot?” You asked, mouth full of food.

“Yeah. Veneer and I usually get it when we’re working.”

You hummed in response, too focused on eating to say actual words. Velvet watched, finding it amusing how fast you were eating.

“Hold on.” She suddenly stopped you.

You froze just as you were about to take another bite. Velvet leaned close to your face. She then licked her thumb, and swiped it on your cheek. “You had some food on your face.” You hummed again, but got confused when Velvet didn’t move away. She stayed close to your face.

You were staring at each other so long and hard, you could practically see into her soul. You started internally freaking out again, thinking that you were possibly about to kiss. But suddenly, Velvet quickly moved away. She had the biggest smirk on her face. “Wow, I didn’t know that you could get that red.”

“Velvet, what the fuck.” You shouted, realizing that the whole thing was just her teasing you. Velvet started laughing in your expense. You were so upset about her little joke, so you wanted payback. You pounced towards her, making her flinch. But instead of a fist or palm to the face, she got lips.

Velvet froze, and you took the chance to throw her words right back at her.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could get that red.”

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~~baileypie-writes

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mikaleialt · 4 months

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Coming Back to You | Minah Lee

Minah Lee x Reader

Cw: angst, smut, fluff. MDNI. MERRY CHRISTMAS @taruusmoon. <3, also I was waiting for Minah to poat the perfect picture for this pic and she finally did, look at how fucking hot she is!!!! And happy birthday to my girl Minah Lee.

"I'm just saying that I wish you could make time for me, even for just 10 minutes!"

Here you are again, you've been arguing with your girlfriend, Minah for the nth time this week. You two were supposed to be on a date today, but she ditched you last second because she "forgot" that her team had a scheduled meeting earlier on the same time of your dinner reservation at this restaurant.

Now you're both here in your apartment, 4 am in the morning, fighting like a wedded couple once again. Minah just got back from their "meeting" which you found out that is actually a party from the fact that your girlfriend reeks of alcohol.

"Babe, you know that we've been busy with the show right? We all need to be better, do you hear what people call us? We weren't even acknowledged by the other contestants, they were just calling us 'Bada and her students'." You scoff at your girlfriend's alibi, seriously you can't even comprehend how she could say that while slurring over her words, completely obvious that she is drunk.

"You don't have time? YOU DON'T TIME?" You couldn't contain your anger anymore, "YOU DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME, BUT YOU HAVE TIME TO GO DRINKING AND PARTYING WHILE I WAS WAITING AT THE RESTAURANT FOR 2 FUCKING HOURS?!" Tears are streaming down your cheeks, when Minah sees this, something inside her snaps almost like her system sobers up immediately.

"Baby I—" you cut her off "Let’s break up" You said it, you finally said it.

You didn't let Minah say anything else as you already walked out off your apartment, leaving her behind.

That was 4 months ago, you moved back to your parents in Busan after your break up, you didn't even bother going back to your apartment for your things, knowing that you're just going to see Minah once again.

But fate has a different plan for you. You've blocked Minah on every single social media you have, and even her phone number, but you're still somehow in touch with her leader, Bada as she is also your dance mentor. So when you received a text from her, inviting you to attend the On the Stage: Busan concert of SWF 2, your mind is split in two.

You balanced out the pros and cons of your options: You want to go to show your support to your dance teacher, but you'll see your ex again; but you can go there and show that you hold no ill will towards her, but you are also not ready to talk to her again.

You sighed in frustration as you picked up your phone and typed in your response, you just hope that you won't regret this later on.

Now here you are, sitting amongst the crowd as the teams of Street Women Fighter 2 performs on stage. You are thankful because you get to watch the performance live and you didn't get to see Minah for the most part, trying to focus on other dancers like the international crew, Jam Republic and Tsubakill, and a some dancers you're close with like Harimu from 1Million and JJ from Deep 'N Dap.

You were screaming, cheering on everyone's performance, but that is until one of the audiences' most awaited performance: Bebe's Global Artist Performance.

Cockiness (I like it) by Rihanna started playing as the stage lights illuminated the 7 girls on the center of the stage, they were all wearing a burlesque inspired outfit which really suited each one of them. You looked at the big screen and the camera immediately focuses on the person you've been wanting to avoid the most

Minah did her iconic intro once the music start and everyone around screams. You wanted to divert your focus on the other members but after seeing your hot ex girlfriend dance in that outfit, you felt your heart flutter for the first time again, almost forgetting the fact that you guys broke up a few months ago.

Not too long, the concert then concluded, all the SWF 2 teams says their goodbye to the audience and finally made their way to each to their changing rooms.

As you are on your way out of the arena, your phone buzzes from your pocket, indicating you received a text message. You fished out your phone and seeing the notification was from Bada

"There's an after party tonight, wanna come?"

You are in the same situation again as when you are invited by Bada to attend the concert. You balanced out your options once again. With the concert only you can see Minah, but you can't interact with each other which you are grateful for, but going to the after party would mean that you will be seeing and interacting with your ex-girlfriend, and that is too much for you.

You were about to type in your answer, when a familiar voice calls out to your name.

"Y/N~!" You looked at the direction where you heard the voice and saw the tall woman running towards you.

"Unnie I—" before you could even say anything she immediately pulled you to the van where the rest of team Bebe is already at, making you seat next to Lusher who is sitting next to Minah. Guess you don't really have a choice.

Just great. You thought to yourself, the rest of the Bebe girls are all talking to each other with you occasionally joining in but you couldn't really say anything else, not when you literally feel the presence of Minah near you. You are thankful enough that Lusher is seated between the two of you.

Or so you thought...

"Y/n-ie can we switch seats, I don't like seating in the middle" You looked at the poor Lusher, she's getting pale due to the uncomfortable situation. Reluctantly you let her switch seats with you, but as soon as you sat down once again, your body tenses up as soon as you brushed your arm against Minah.

She looks at you and offered a bittersweet smile before looking outside the window, minding her own business. The light from the streetlights outside cascades on Minah features, you can't help but stare at her, her now black hair that used to be dyed orange suits her better, and you can see that she wears a subtle dark eye makeup, similar to the make up she wore on their performance.

You were in a trance as you stare at her until you heard snickering behind you, Kyma, Che-Che and Sowoen were right behind you, laughing at how awestruck you are at Minah. Minah heard this also and looks at you before looking at the girls at the back.

The giggling stops as you all arrived at the party venue, the rest of the teams are inside already. Once you got in, you noticed that the members from the other teams also have their own plus one, some are their close friends, while some seems like their partners as you noticed Babysleek’s husband is also here.

The party went on, people drinks and get drunk, some dances and grinds to each other on the dance floor, and soon you too finally let loose and starts partying.

It was way past midnight now and the party is still at its peak, ‘though some are already passed out aka mostly the youngest of each team except for Haechi and Rena who are still partying like wild animals on the dance floor. You however starts to gets dizzy as the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic blasted on the speakers, the alcohol finally getting through your systems as you now feel quite high from drunkenness. Nevertheless, you still kept dancing on the dance, grinding on the person you now failed to recognize due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you the girl you are shaking your ass on is none other than Minah, her hands are on your waist as she guides your hips to match her rhythm. “Fucking hell, Y/n you’re driving me crazy” she whispers against your ear. Only then do you recognize the voice but instead of flinching away, which what you would probably do if only you were sober, you lean in more to her touch.

Your back against her chest, as you sway your hips against hers, her hands loosely wrapped around your waist while your left hand sat above it, meanwhile your other hand is reaching for her face, trying to keep her head close to yours as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

“You are so fucking beautiful…” She takes in your scent as she presses her lips on your neck before dragging her tongue against your skin. An inappropriate sound escapes from your lips and you can feel your ex-girlfriend smirks against your neck as soon as she heard it.

Her hands traveled down to your pants and started touching hour aching pussy through it. You leaned your head back more, you almost forgot that you two are still in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully everyone is drunk enough to simply ignore what you two are doing.

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“Fuck…taste so good”

Here you are now, your pants now draped below your knees as you sat on the bathroom’s sink, becoming a moaning mess as your ex-girlfriend dives in between your soaking wet cunt. Tongue deep inside you accompanied by two of her fingers, simultaneously thrusting in and out of you.

“M-Minah f—uck” You couldn’t contain your moans, the effects of the alcohol finally subsided, you are now more sober than you were earlier, but now you are high on pleasure as you are about to reach your orgasm.

“Taste so fucking good. I miss this pussy of yours” Minah muttered against your folds “did you missed getting eaten out like this baby?” she dives right back in and you replied with only a pornographic moan, which only encourage Minah more.

“Such a slut for me. Tell me did you regret breaking up with me?” Minah said as she thrust her fingers inside you in a fast pace. You are already fucked out of your mind, couldn’t even construct a proper sentence as you nod your head vigorously.

“Use your words, Y/n” she looks directly at you eyes, and you did the same. You saw that behind the lust in her eyes lays a sense of hopefulness, hoping that you are telling the truth.

“Yes—YES FUCK! I miss you so much, I’m sorry I left you—ack” You are cumming, you really are close. Minah thrusted her fingers faster, while she busied her mouth once again on sucking your clit. Soon a wave of pleasure gushes on your nerves. Your breathe staggers as your legs shakes from the orgasm, your juices sprayed on Minah’s face, god she even managed to make you squirt. Minah stood up from her position and went up to kiss you which you willingly accepts.

“Please give me another chance, Y/n… I promise I’ll be better, I’ll never leave you alone again.” You saw the sincerity on her eyes and you answered her by pulling her again for a kiss.

Outside the bathroom is a poor Tatter who has been wanting to go to the bathroom for quite some time now, only to be welcomed by the moans of her best friends.

A/n: there you go @taruusmoon, I figured to just post it on Minah’s birthday instead but this also serves as your late Christmas present hope you liked it <3

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ilyasorokinn · 6 months

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thank the donkey , ross macdonald

note, okay, originally, there was going to be a big halloween series, but i couldn't think of anything that really spoke to me and i wasn't inspired, but i was inspired to write for ross. so, this is my contribution to the holiday. this is my new personality trait, get used to it. also, lmk if you like this little family because i do and would like to write more if you'd want to see it :) another note, i tried to find photos of the costumes but couldn't so please just use your imagination :) last note, dedicating this to vee (@abiiors)! i was inspired by your dad!ross, so in my world, ross is also a girl dad and names his daughters after flowers lol love ya <3 pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, poppy macdonald is upset her dad is working on halloween. her dad is even more upset he has to work. so, he does the best he can to make the night special for her. warnings, kids/children word count, 1240 words (a little short, i know. but i promise it's sweet!)

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Halloween, no matter how old you were, was your favorite holiday. When you were growing up, most of the other kid's favorite holiday was Christmas, not you. Maybe it was that your parents went all out, or maybe it was that they let you eat all the candy you wanted, but it left a lasting mark on you.

So, when you had your first daughter, her second Halloween (the first you really celebrated with her), you went all out. You and Ross dressed up as poppies and Poppy was a gardener. She had no idea what was going on but she found it hilarious that her parents were wearing weird big flower things on their heads.

Now, Poppy was four, and her little sister, Willow, was 10 months old. Poppy had inherited your love for Halloween and by August had her Halloween costume planned. She wanted to match with you and Ross which made you a little sad, knowing that Ross would have to work on Halloween.

When you did tell her he was working, she was sad but her mood brightened a little when you told her she could still dress up for the show.

She was very adamant about being Donkey from Shrek, so you did your best to make that happen. The band loved the idea of Shrek, so they each decided to follow in your daughter's footsteps and dress up as a different character and assigned themself different characters.

Poppy was Donkey, Willow would be Puss in Boots, Gabbriette would be the Fiona to your Shrek, Matty would be Lord Farquaad while George, Adam, and Ross would be the Three Blind Mice. John would be the Dragon, Jamie would be Pinocchio, Polly would be the Big Bad Wolf and Gabrielle would be the Fairy Godmother.

Poppy was completely oblivious to everyone's costumes and was just excited to get to dress up and eat candy all night.

On the day, you walked around Detroit and got her some candy from a couple of stores that were handing it out before you headed over to the arena for soundcheck, one of Poppy's favorite parts of the concerts. She got to go on stage and dance around with her uncle and dad.

Before the show, after Ross helped you dress the girls, and after he'd left to get himself ready, Gabbriette came in and watched the girls briefly while you got ready, and took pictures of you and the girls before Willow started to cry. You soothed her then slipped headphones onto both her and Poppy. Poppy's headphones had a pair of donkey ears glued on and Willow's had a pair of cat ears.

You heard the intro to the opening song and held Poppy's hand as you walked to the side of the stage where you watched the show. Willow sat in the baby Bjorn comfortably and watched from the stage with wide eyes.

"Mommy." Poppy gasped when she saw the band dressed up as the characters from her favorite movie.

"I know." You gasped with the same enthusiasm as you bent down to her level, "Look at Uncle Matty." You giggled with her when she saw what he was wearing.

Ross looked over to the side of the stage and waved at Poppy, who giggled and waved back shyly. Poppy couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the band's costumes.

Somewhere in the middle of the set, Matty finally addressed the crowd and addressed their crazy costumes, "Now, I know we look a little crazy right because we're missing our main characters, but I'll have you know this idea was formed because of my little goddaughter. She loves Shrek, and I mean, who doesn't?" The crowd cheered at that.

"So, the littlest MacDonald is Donkey and her mom is Shrek. Strange, I don't know how we got there, but here we are." He shrugged, keeping everything about your daughter vague because he knew you and Ross didn't want people knowing too much about Poppy or Willow, "So, anyways, everyone thank Donkey for this genius idea." Matty and Ross looked over to the side of the stage where Poppy was beaming at the sound of the cheers.

The rest of the show went on as normal and right before Ross turned off the lights, Poppy ran onto the stage and over to her dad, which sent the crowd into a frenzy because Little MacDonald, Donkey herself, was on stage. The lights were strobing so there wasn't a clear image of her face which was why she was on the stage in the first place.

Ross picked her up and carried her over to the giant light switch that would turn off the lights on the stage. He waited a few seconds before he gave her a nod and she pulled the lever, shutting the lights off on the stage.

He carried her offstage and once she was in the safety wings, she was off and running to greet her uncles and godfather. Ross removed Willow from the Bjorn, surprised that she was still awake because it was way past her bedtime.

Now baby-free, you gladly accepted the drink Gabbriette was handing you, "She's gonna be up a while, isn't she?" Ross asked.

"I'm hoping for a sugar crash," You smiled, watching George pick up Poppy and run around with her like an airplane, "You did amazing tonight, by the way." You nudged him.

"Yeah, I had a donkey and an ogre to impress." He teased.

"I'm gonna save the smack in the head for later because you're holding my baby." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I love you, too." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you followed everyone else into whichever room would be used as the afterparty room.

You rolled your eyes, "I love you, too, even if you're mean to me sometimes." In response, he placed a kiss on your head.

When you made it to the room, Matty was standing outside with Poppy, who was pouting, "Why can't I go in?" She whined.

"It'll ruin the surprise, Pop." He explained, tapping her on the head, "You like surprises, don't you?" She nodded her head enthusiastically, "Then just wait a second." Poppy turned to you and frowned.

"Listen to your uncle, flower," Ross told her. She frowned and crossed her arms, "Just wait a second." He laughed.

A few seconds later, Matty opened the door and nodded over to Poppy, "Cmere." She skipped over to him, gasping when she saw what was in the room.

The best part of Halloween, in any kid's eyes, was trick-or-treating, and everyone knew that Poppy was a little upset she was missing it, so in the biggest room in the arena, everyone spread out with little bags of candy, creating a makeshift version trick-or-treating.

"Here's your bag." Matty handed her a big bag before tapping her on the head once more. She didn't need to be told twice before she was running into the room from person to person, gathering candy.

You looked over at Ross, who was smiling with pride, "You planned this, didn't you?"

"Halloween's her favorite." He shrugged, before producing your favorite candy bar from his pocket, "Like her mother's." He kissed your head again, smiling as Poppy giggled.

"You're amazing, Ross MacDonald, you know that?" You smiled up at him.

"Says you." He nudged you, smiling equally as big and squeezing your shoulder.

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glowyindior · 4 months

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𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

is basically, retelling an event that has already happened. you are literally in control of your life and you are the author when you script. this method is for you if you enjoy writing, you like getting all the details down without affirming or if visuals don't come easy to you

it is one of my favourite methods because i can keep track of everything i've written. in my opinion, once i've scripted something, it is true, because i've written it down.

you can either list things out -> "i have this... i have that..."

rant/turn it into a journal. it's really up to how you want to do it

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓

1. WHAT WOULD I DO IF I ALREADY HAD MY DESIRE

so if i am living my dream life, I would write down events that happened/will happen such as, christmas day, hanging out with friends/family, concerts, etc, but I will script them out as if its already happened

2. WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, WHY, HOW

these are the questions i would ask myself regarding these events. ask yourself as many questions as possible to make it seem more real. maybe you forgot some pieces of information when you were journalling.

what did i do with my friends, who did i do it with, where did we do it, where did we go etc

3. RANTING

if you don't want to recount every event, you can instead rant. rant about how much you are loved, how you have no spending limit or how you are an it girl/boy, etc

4. ENDING (OPTIONAL)

once i finish and i'm really feeling fulfilled, in my mind i affirm "this is true" or "this is real". -> edward art

remember that this is just a method and you do not need to do this to manifest or feel it real

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weemssapphic · 10 months

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in my head (series)

Chapter Eleven: Just Like Heaven

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~4.1k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings/content: mentions of the death of a parent, not necessarily angst but serious conversations?, fluff

chapter summary: It's finally here - our first official date with Larissa.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! Second to last chapter here, I hope you enjoy <3 really recommend listening to Just Like Heaven by The Cure for this ^^

Planning your date - your first official date with Larissa - was easy. You knew exactly where you wanted to take her: this beautiful little waterfall you’d found on a hike when you’d moved to Jericho. It was a spot that you’d been itching to take a date to (well, more specifically, to take Larissa to), and you thought it would be perfect for a secluded, romantic afternoon, away from the stress of students and colleagues and duties and everything that living and working at Nevermore brought with it. Saturday rolled around quickly and you kept yourself busy the entire morning by packing a picnic basket and making sure you looked your best. You’d addressed the subject of outfits with Larissa earlier in the week, hinting that maybe heels wouldn’t be the best choice of footwear - you wondered what she’d wear instead, as you had never seen the woman in anything else.

You strolled out to the teacher’s parking lot and packed everything into the trunk of your car, before driving around to Nevermore’s entrance to pick Larissa up. You shot her a text that you were ready to go, leaning against the passenger side door and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

When Larissa strode out to meet you, you found yourself doing a double take. She had taken your advice to heart and donned a pair of white sneakers, paired with black slacks that were perfectly tailored to her tall frame and a flowy, white satin blouse. A black coat was draped loosely over her shoulders, her hands encased in a pair of matching gloves. She looked absolutely dazzling, and you felt your mouth go dry as you watched her take slow steps towards you, lips stretched into a wide grin.

“Larissa.” You opened the door of the car for her, taking her hand in your own and pressing a kiss to her gloved knuckles. Her cheeks turned rosy and her smile even brighter as she greeted you, before ducking her head and climbing into the car.

“You know, I was half-convinced you’d show up in heels anyway,” you teased as you settled into the driver’s seat, shooting a playful glance in Larissa’s direction before starting the car and pulling down Nevermore’s long, winding drive. “You look beautiful, by the way,” you added quietly.

“Oh hush,” Larissa said, her blush spreading as she threw you a bashful smile.

“Do you want to listen to the radio? Or I have some CDs in my glove box if you want to take a look?”

“Oh?” Larissa began to rummage around in your glove box, rifling through the small stack of CDs you’d once unceremoniously shoved in there. “Oh! I didn’t know you listened to The Cure?”

Larissa had pulled out your copy of Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me - her eyes were wide, flicking between you and the album.

“Sometimes, yeah. I didn’t know you listened to The Cure.”

“They were the first concert I ever went to.” You could hear the warmth in Larissa’s voice, the underlying hint of nostalgia that seeped out as she spoke. “May I?”

“You don’t have to be so polite about it,” you teased. “Go ahead - my car is your car.”

You caught Larissa’s grateful smile out of the corner of your eye before she pushed the CD into your car’s CD drive and began fiddling with a few knobs. Shortly thereafter, “The Kiss” began to fill your car.

“I was 14,” Larissa said wistfully, resting her head against the windowpane and watching the trees pass by. “It was December, I was visiting family near London with my father. He surprised me with tickets - an early Christmas gift. My mother wouldn’t have approved, of course, but she wasn’t there, didn’t like flying.” Larissa snorted before continuing. “Actually, she just didn’t like my father’s family.”

She paused, for so long that you wondered if she would carry on with her story or if she was expecting you to say something. You scrambled to come up with a suitable reply but then she spoke again, her voice thick with emotion.

“We would always listen to The Cure in the car, you know - when my mother wasn’t with us, that is. And so we went to see them, at Wembley Arena. It was raining a little so my father held his coat over my head as we waited in line, so that I wouldn’t get my hair wet.”

At this, you couldn’t help but interject. “Did you do those fancy updos back then, too?” You were half teasing her (the thought of a mini Larissa Weems in business attire with elaborately pinned up hair was a little amusing), half genuinely curious how her current, pristine form of self-expression came to be.

Larissa chuckled. “No, I didn’t start experimenting with that until I was finishing up at Nevermore.”

“Oh. Makes sense, I guess. I just can’t picture you not, well, how you are now.”

Another chuckle was pulled from Larissa’s throat. “Perhaps we can break out the photo albums later. I can assure you though, there’s not much to see.”

“If you’re in the photos, then that’s everything to me, Larissa.”

Silence filled the car and you risked a glance towards the passenger seat. You couldn’t quite place the emotions flitting across Larissa’s face as her mouth hung slightly agape - as if she were about to speak but the words had gotten stuck somewhere. She finally closed her mouth, a slight flush about her face as her lips quirked upwards and she turned her head away from you.

“How was the concert?” you asked, hoping to get Larissa to talk more about a memory that she clearly held near and dear to her heart.

“It was-” She cleared her throat. “It was wonderful. To hear live music like that, in such an intoxicating atmosphere. I’d been to smaller theaters and such growing up but never such a large arena, with so many people. It was loud and the lights were so bright. And my father sang along to every song. I loved it.” By the time she was finished speaking, her voice had begun to tremble a bit.

“Your dad, is he still alive?” From the emotion lacing her voice, you feared the worst - your fears were confirmed in her hoarse reply.

“No. No, he passed away shortly before my graduation from Nevermore.”

Your heart clenched. For all the late night chats and friendly outings the two of you had had (for all the times you’d been intimate with one another), you realized that there was so much you didn’t know about the woman sitting next to you. So much you yearned to know. You wanted to know everything - the good, the bad, what made her tick, everything she held close to her heart and everything she absolutely loathed. You wanted to explore every crevice of her heart and her mind and leave behind seeds of love and devotion in your wake.

“Do you have a favorite song? On this album, I mean?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation into lighter territory, afraid you’d ruined what could have been a lovely afternoon.

Larissa looked hesitant, so you gestured for her to change the song. She seemed to know the album by heart - she didn’t even have to look as she rapidly skipped through a few tracks to find the one she was searching for-

“Just Like Heaven.”

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face and you looked over at Larissa to find her having turned back to the window once again.

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick The one that makes me scream", she said "The one that makes me laugh", she said And threw her arms around my neck

Reaching over, you placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing gently. She turned her head in surprise, glancing briefly at your hand before looking up to drink in your smile. A smile of her own began to bloom across her face - it was a wobbly little thing, but it oozed appreciation and affection, and that was enough (more than enough) for you. Her hand came to rest on yours and she curled her fingers slightly around yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

Spinning on that dizzy edge Kissed her face and kissed her head Dreamed of all the different ways I had to make her glow "Why are you so far away?", she said "Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you That I'm in love with you?"

The combination of the song’s lyrics and Larissa’s hand on your own caused your heart to do somersault after somersault as you pulled into the little parking lot by the trailhead, which was surprisingly (but mercifully) empty for a Saturday. Not wanting to let go of Larissa’s hand, you used your left hand to put the car in park, waiting out the rest of the song before cutting the engine.

Now that you no longer had a road to focus on, you could twist slightly in your seat to meet Larissa’s gaze. You would never be able to tear your eyes away from her, you feared, intoxicated by the lovely blush on the apples of her cheeks, the gentle fluttering of her eyelashes, the barely perceptible heaving of her chest. Larissa allowed you to stare, simply staring back and mirroring the breathless adoration that was surely displayed plain as day on your own face.

You Soft and lonely You Lost and lonely You Just like heaven

The song ended and you reached over to turn off the engine, your eyes never leaving Larissa’s. The air in the car was becoming impossibly thick and your veins felt like live wires, a current of electricity spreading throughout your entire body.

When Larissa’s gaze dropped to your lips, you began to subconsciously lean towards her. In an instant her lips were on yours, her hands cupping either side of your face as her long fingers curled behind your ears.

You could feel the depth of emotion that Larissa was pouring into the kiss - the overwhelming sadness, gratitude, adoration, desperation, all blending together, boiling over and spilling out into your waiting mouth. You swallowed each emotion as it came, your left hand finding the back of her neck and holding her in place while your right hand remained on her thigh, anchoring the both of you.

Larissa licked desperately, sloppily, into your mouth and at first you matched her intensity, kissing her back ferociously and without abandon. Gradually, though, you slowed the kiss - it morphed into something sensual, something tender, it brought Larissa gently back to the present.

Pulling away for air, you caught Larissa’s stormy gaze, before your eyes dropped to her mouth and you started to laugh. Her lipstick had smudged, staining parts of her chin and the tip of her nose red - you laughed even harder when you imagined what you must look like.

She let out a breathy chuckle, her lips pulling into a smile. The chuckle quickly evolved into a full belly laugh - she threw her head back and cackled, and the sound was the most carefree, infectious thing you’d ever heard. You couldn’t get enough - you would never get enough of this woman, or of her silly, joyous laughter, and you knew you’d spend the rest of your life trying to coax it out of her at every opportunity.

Larissa pulled you in for another kiss. This time, though, she bypassed your lips and pressed hers firmly to your cheek, leaving a perfect mark which she appraised with a raised eyebrow and a low hum of approval.

“Do you have any tissues?” she asked with a wide smile that made her eyes crinkle at the outer corners. You nodded, reaching into the center console. Larissa plucked a tissue out of your hand and began to methodically and gently wipe her lipstick off your face - save for the little print she’d left on your cheek. You returned the favor, lingering longer than you probably should have to admire every inch of skin, every pore, while Larissa watched you with sparkling eyes.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, more for yourself than for Larissa. She nodded with a smile and turned to open her car door. “Wait!”

Larissa watched you curiously, chuckling as you bounded around to her side of the car to open the door for her.

“Ever the gentlewoman,” she teased, gratefully taking the hand you offered her as she stood.

She didn’t let go of that hand, not as she smoothed the wrinkles out of her slacks, or reached for her purse, or adjusted her coat. Not as you fetched the picnic basket you’d packed out of your trunk, or as you began to lead her to the waterfall. Even when you reached the little clearing where you planned to set up, Larissa held onto your hand, fingers tightening around yours as she soaked in the secluded space, the lush leaves which had begun turning orange, the little waterfall that rushed into a small stream.

“Oh, this is stunning.” Her voice dripped with sincerity, a dazzling smile taking shape on her face. She looked down at you then, eyes wide with wonder, and her hand finally let you of yours, only to land on your waist and tug you close. “Thank you,” she murmured before capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss.

“Yeah,” you muttered, a little breathless.

You set up the picnic blanket, playfully smacking Larissa’s hands away when she tried to help. It was quite the sight - a massive white blanket spread out to accommodate the both of you, little sandwiches and skewers of fresh fruit presented on little wooden boards, two massive thermoses with hot chocolate. Sunlight leaked through the canopy above you, dappling the picnic blanket in yellow light.

Larissa sat across from you, her legs tucked primly underneath her, an absolute vision in the space - you’d thought the little spot was beautiful, of course, but nothing compared to the woman you were honored to call your date. Nothing would ever compare to Larissa, of that you were certain.

“Come closer,” she said, patting the space next to her. You scooted closer, deciding to lie on your back and rest your head in her lap.

“Is this okay?” You were looking up at Larissa and she was beaming down at you - it was a sight that you wished you could engrave in your memory forever.

“Yes, of course,” she murmured affectionately as she removed her gloves with her teeth (God, how did she manage to make everything so seductive?) and began to stroke your hair.

“How did you find this place?” she asked after a moment’s silence.

“I did a lot of hiking and wandering when I moved to Jericho. I wanted to get a feel for the area, you know?”

“I’ve lived here for so long and I didn’t even know it existed.” She smiled wistfully. “Maybe I should get out of Nevermore more.”

“You know, I’ve been wanting to come here with you for so long,” you admitted quietly.

“Then I’m glad we’re here.”

Larissa played with your hair and traced lazy patterns on the exposed skin of your collarbone as you chatted. You took turns feeding each other, bringing bite-size pieces of food to each other’s mouths and chasing each other’s fingers with your lips. In the moments of comfortable silence between you, the trickling of the waterfall into the stream and the faint chirping of birds provided calming ambient noise. You took the time to study Larissa, committing every laugh line to memory, admiring her crow’s feet when she smiled (she did that a lot this afternoon), tracing the scar on her top lip with your eyes.

It became increasingly darker as the afternoon went on, with stormy clouds appearing on the horizon and littering the sky, until there was almost no sun left. You suggested heading back to the car, worried it would soon rain - Larissa agreed and helped you pack everything up, and the two of you made your way to the parking lot, hand in hand.

You weren’t so lucky in escaping the rain, however. The skies opened up, and even though you’d quickened your pace considerably, you were both soaked to the bone within seconds.

Larissa’s laughter filled the car once again the moment you’d both pulled the doors shut behind you. The rain had an icy edge to it and you quickly cranked up the heat in your car.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you giggled. “I swear I checked the weather this morning!”

“The weather is so fickle this time of year, isn’t it?” Larissa licked her lips, hesitating for a moment. “Would you like to come back to my quarters?” she suggested, her eyes flitting between yours. You weren’t sure if you’d imagined the suggestive lilt to her voice, but a swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach anyway.

“I’d love to.”

The drive back to Nevermore was, emotionally speaking, significantly lighter than the drive to the waterfall - you listened to the same album, though this time you sang along (quite badly), bringing a giddy smile to Larissa’s face and causing her to laugh at your antics.

~~~

As you maneuvered the halls towards Larissa’s office, the both of you drenched and longing to get into some dry clothes, you spotted Enid at the foot of the stairs, deep in conversation with Yoko. She looked up, locking eyes with you and immediately bounding towards you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I was- what happened to you?” Enid looked at you with a confused expression, eyes lingering on your cheek (that incriminating lipstick print), until she glanced over and took in the surprise on Larissa’s face. She began to beam up at you, her voice increasing in pitch with every word she spoke. “Are you guys on a date?”

You looked nervously at Larissa, whose eyes were wide. She opened her mouth, then quickly closed it again.

“That’s none of your business, Enid,” you replied coolly, though you couldn’t help the shy smile that had crept up on your face.

“I knew it,” she squealed triumphantly. “That is so cute. I totally ship it.”

Larissa was uncharacteristically silent, choosing instead to fiddle with the band of her watch and admire a gargoyle that decorated the hallway. She didn’t catch your eye when you tried to look at her, so you focused back on Enid.

“We should really get going, we got a bit wet outside,” you said kindly, gesturing to the clothes that were clinging to your body. “Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I was going to tell you after class on Monday, but I talked to Wednesday! It was kind of hard but I feel like she finally listened to me. And she agreed to take things slow!”

“Enid, that’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you.” Your heart swelled at the joy radiating off of the young werewolf - you knew how it felt to have your feelings finally be reciprocated, and you were genuinely happy for your student.

“You were right about talking to her. I still think it would’ve been easier if you could’ve just read her mi-”

“Enid,” you warned sternly, not meeting Larissa’s gaze as she finally glanced curiously at you.

“I know, I know - sorry! Anyway, I gotta go, Yoko’s waiting for me. Thanks again!” She grinned brightly up at you, wrapping her arms around you for a brief yet tight hug. As she pulled away, she looked up at Larissa. “Bye, Principal Weems!” Then she hugged Larissa, too, who looked thoroughly confused for a moment before hesitantly hugging her back.

“Are you okay?” you asked under your breath as you and Larissa resumed the walk to her quarters.

“I…” Larissa hesitated, rifling around in her purse for her keys with great interest. The two of you reached her office door and she ushered you inside, clicking the lock behind you.

“Riss?” You grabbed her wrist as she walked towards the door of her quarters, stopping her in her tracks and spinning her around to face you. She looked nervous, though you couldn’t fathom why. “You were so quiet back there. Is something wrong?”

“No.” Larissa shook her head vigorously. “Nothing’s wrong.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and leading you back to her desk. She perched on the edge, pulling you closer by the waist so that you were standing in between her legs. Her grip was strong, as if she were trying to ground herself.

~~~

Larissa’s gaze wandered the room she called her office, all the mirrors and lamps, the imposing fireplace, the glass cabinets with various trinkets collected throughout the years. Over the years, her office had become her safe haven - she felt both the most powerful and the most at peace here. She took a steadying breath and met your gaze, her heart clenching as she did so. You looked so vulnerable, so receptive - Larissa found herself, time and time again, floored by how open you were to her, how in tune with her emotions and accepting of her you were, shortcomings and all.

And there you were, standing before her, so patient, giving her all the time in the world even when she could feel the slight tremble in your hands as they rested upon her thighs, telling her that you were anxious. She was anxious, too, though not for any reason you might think.

“Nevermore has been my entire world, for as long as I can remember,” she started, trying to keep her voice even. “My own years as a student were… trying, but it meant I didn’t have to deal with the scrutiny of my mother and, for that, I loved being here. When my father died, there was nothing left for me at home, no reason to want to go back. So I stayed here. I completed my studies as quickly as I could and I became a teacher. When the position of principal opened up, I saw my opportunity - a way to advance my career, certainly, but also a way to give back to the school that gave me everything. A way to give students - outcasts - like me a safe place to call home.”

You nodded slowly, giving Larissa’s thighs a reassuring squeeze. Larissa could see the trepidation in your eyes as she spoke, but she could also see empathy and understanding - those gave her the strength to continue.

“I… I don’t want to lose Nevermore. I decided a long time ago that relationships with colleagues, particularly subordinates, could only end in a mess. I simply didn’t see dating and work as two things that could be compatible.”

“Larissa, if you don’t-”

“Please, let me finish.” Larissa moved her hands from your waist to link her fingers between your own. Even when you were clearly assuming the worst, you were still so damned empathetic. Oh, how she wanted to kiss away the sadness that was slowly beginning to bloom on your face. She had to keep talking, she had to make you understand.

“I spoke with the school board last week. There’s paperwork to submit, we have to be careful that I’m not favoring you over other teachers. We have to keep our emotions separate from our jobs, both of us. But I think… I know it’s worth it. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, Y/N.”

Your eyes bore into Larissa’s own, glistening slightly, and Larissa held her breath, a knot slowly forming in her stomach as you took longer and longer to respond.

“Are you sure?” you whispered, after what felt like a lifetime to the principal.

“Am I sure about what?”

“About us? About the school board? I don’t want you to lose your job over me, I’ve never wanted that.”

“Oh, darling,” Larissa murmured softly, dropping your hand in order to cup your cheek. “I am sure. I sent in the paperwork on Thursday. I won’t - I can’t - lose Nevermore. But I can’t lose you, either.”

Larissa poured every ounce of sincerity in her body into those words, and she felt the knot in her stomach come undone as your lips stretched slowly into a wide, watery smile. You opened your arms and wrapped them around her torso - she returned the hug fiercely, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You’re a bit… wet,” you giggled as your shirt stuck to hers.

Larissa chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”

“Maybe we should get out of these clothes.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea, darling.”

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems x reader #principal weems #in my head #in my head series

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seiberries · 1 year

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Hiiiiii! Your blog is so cute omg! can I request headcanons about being manager of hakuho (nagi and reo school) school and rero nagi both have a crush on you? please, ignore it if it's uncomfortable request. thank you so much!

AHH thank you thank you!! it’s not uncomfortable at all, so i hope you like this!! <3

hakuho’s manager : hcs

includes: mikage reo, nagi seishiro warnings: none!

after hakuho had a sudden popularity spike due to a certain duo, the coach of the soccer team decided that a manager was required to keep the boys in top shape.

that manager happened to be you, a responsible student, known for being helpful and prompt. you wanted the extra credit.

it didn’t take long before you started getting used to your role, scheduling practice matches and constantly being on stand by.

while you did join just for your grades originally, the universe decided otherwise. two on the team quickly catch your interest, the pair that catches everyone’s interests- mikage reo and nagi seishiro.

unbeknownst to you, you’ve caught theirs as well.

as the team’s star players, it was a guarantee from the get-go that you were going to spend the most time with them. they were the priority during arrangements.

but was this still a part of your job?

reo insisted on treating you for your hard work, bringing you to a high-end ice cream parlor.

you can’t complain, but the act of gratitude somewhat confuses you. he never really does this for anyone, his best friend being an exception. it’s then that the ice cream arrives, distracting you from your thoughts. they could wait until you’ve eaten.

though, this can’t be a part of your job either, you’re sure of it.

a certain seishiro heavy on your back after practice; he isn’t injured or in pain. he just requested to stay there, since it was a bother otherwise. a bother?

what?

you wonder when the boundaries between you all had disappeared; nowadays, you even walk home with them regularly.

oh, you have no idea about what’s actually going on.

mikage reo and nagi seishiro know that they both like you.

it’s to be expected, since the two are inseparable. they know when something is off about the other, just from the slightest change.

when the mikage asks about it, things become clear as daylight. there was no doubt, a mutual understanding was shared that day.

and so, a slightly petty war commenced. scratch slightly, it was really petty, on both ends.

reo would spoil you with everything, and more; your christmas is basically everyday. he’d take you to expensive places, ones that need a reservation months beforehand. he’d buy you vip tickets for concerts, despite the event being sold out weeks ago. “his love for you is like his card, it has no limits.” (if you get this reference, ily!)

nagi would sweep you away whenever the company heir had to attend to his responsibilities. he sticks to you like glue, the boy consistently clings. his head on your head, his chest pressed against your back- he’d share his warmth with you. he especially enjoys when you play together, regardless as to whether or not you’re any good. he’s simply content being next to you.

if reo buys you a new bag, nagi brings you to the arcade.

if nagi rests his head on your lap, reo has something made for you.

back and forth, forth and back, their efforts to win you over appear obvious as time goes on. they’re very persistent.

you know that something is going on at this point, not that you know what “something” is, yet.

when it’s the three of you hanging out- they act normally, in all fairness. your friendship as a trio remains the same.

it’s when either is left alone with you that they compete for your affections. fully aware that it’s your choice in the end, they see no harm in being convincing.

”do you have a moment? there’s somewhere i want to bring you, and something i need to tell you.”

”hey y/n... i have something to say. you won’t mind... right?”

good luck to you, who is in between two incredibly stubborn boys.

both are used to getting what they want, without fail. the question is, who do you want?

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo x you #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x y/n #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #seishiro nagi #seishiro nagi x reader #seishiro nagi x y/n #reonagi x reader

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twistedmelodies · 9 months

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Sitting here with my 2 year old, going over all the concert content. There are 5 things she took away from it all...

1.) Josh has SHOES (she's always very concerned about Josh and Sam being barefoot, at Christmas she told me she wanted to buy them shoes. It cracks me up because we are a barefoot household)

2.) She wants a Josh flower because she knows they must smell PRETTY.

3.) Why did Jake show his BOOTY BUTT 😳 ( she followed with, does he have to potty?)

4.) She likes Josh's "jammies" and would like a matching set

5.) *this one is my personal favorite* she said "the music makes my body happy" girl yes.

These boys are really out here healing even the smallest of souls. I hope they truly know how much they mean to us all. 💕

#she has many opinions and i know she would have no problem letting them know #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sammy kiszka #joshgvf #jakegvf #samgvf #danielgvf #gvf #scwt

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sudsyv2 · 1 year

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I have so many silly prompts and only one small brain that can’t remember all of them so I’m writing them down ><! (if you like any feel free to use them !)

I’ll probably be adding to this list daily 😽

MISC:

1. Ghost and soap who have reincarnated so many times but somehow still meet each other in their new lives.

2. Soap and ghost on a swing, just swinging and chatting

3. Duke ghost and butler soap or reverse! Either way one’s trying not get them in trouble and the other doesn’t give a fuck if something happens, they’d literally go to war with the entire country if anyone opposes to their relationship

4. Siren soap!!!!

5. Ghost and his inability to say no to Soap

6. Gamer ghost (sorry this is just so funny) and rich boy soap who’s got an embarrassing crush on him

7. Tattoo artist soap and biker ghost

8. Big werewolf ghost and his somehow more feral human boyfriend soap!

9. Soulmates, red strings the whole deal

10. Ghost getting called big guy by soap (and liking it)

11. STREAMER GHOAP AU THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

12. Finding out each others love language

13. Ghost is a rock collector he collects shiny rocks and when he finds one he really likes he shows soap

14. Painter soap

15. Soap doodling on ghosts arm

16. Soap learning to cook, just cause he’s bored

17. WRITE MORE OF THE PROMISE RING SHIT I GOTTA WRITE MORE OF IT

18. Ok so hear me out, a tiny creature (can be a baby monster thing or idk) imprints on both soap and ghost

19. Soap is good with kids

20. Photographer ghost but he doesn’t talk about it. Though one Christmas, soap got him an expensive camera and he was extremely happy about it

21. soap carry’s small bandaids with stickers on it all the time. You got a small cut? He’s got a hello kitty, Batman, any kind of bandaid you want he’s probably got

22. Tyrant ghost looking for a wife and then in comes knight soap looking to defeat tyrant ghost

23. Ghost has incredibly dumb theories and soap is the only one who listens to them

24. DINOSAURS!! THEY BOTH REALLY LIKE DINOSUARS AND THEY HAVE ARGUEMENTS ON THEIR FAVORITE DINOSAURS

25. Detective Ghost and an Arsonist on the run from the police Soap

26. Literal ghost! soap, like that bitch is haunting the base grounds, and lieutenant who goes by the name ghost

(Will add more)

FLUFF:

1. Soap looking at ghost with such a loving shine in his eyes, those damn puppy eyes staring at ghost like he had just given soap the world

2. Soap buying ghost flowers

3. Soap kissing all of ghosts scars

4. Them just laying together, cuddling, soap is rambling about something and ghost is listening intently sometimes even adding a “I see” in between to let soap know he’s listening

5. Soap would be the one to propose but wouldn’t be able to hide the fact he was going to propose, his excitement written all over his face

6. I know it’s probably not possible but imagine ghost being ticklish

7. Ghost, whenever they’re cuddling, likes to put his entire body weight on soap. And soap doesn’t even mind, playing with ghosts hair and rubbing his back.

8. Soap having to get on his tippy toes to kiss ghost and ghost leaning farther and farther back to see just how determined soap is to kiss him (very. Soap is very determined.)

9. Taking a shower together, nothing sexual happens it’s just them washing each other after a long day

10. SLOW DANCING, AND BOTH TAKE TURNS TAKING THE LEAD

11. Ghost kissing soaps hand

12. Ghost learning how to knit and knits soap a blanket that says “soap and ghost”

13. Bass guitarist ghost in a band who really wants to woo this super cute guy (soap ofc) that always shows up to their concerts, and gets his bandmates to help him write a song for said super cute guy (soap)

14. Soap can sing and sometimes ghost will just ask if soap can sing for him. When they’re both sleepy! And soap does, it’s usually always some type of silly lullaby. Works wonders for ghost though

15. Price telling ghost that his lover boy(soap) is here

16. Ghost gets a small scratch on his cheek and soap kisses it better, ghost not expecting the kiss is left frozen in place for a couple seconds while soap is just walking off cackling

17. The way they wake each other up. Ghost gently nudges soap awake but if he could stare at soaps sleeping face forever he would. Soap on the other hand, says ghosts name and kisses his face. Like a lot. But ghost is always up after the first kiss, he just likes to act asleep to get more kisses

18. Their first kiss. Not like their usual quick ones that leave them both wanting more, this one is soft and tender. Eerily gentle.

19. Soap seeing Ghosts genuine smile, it left him breathless as ghosts deep laugh ran through his entire body and made him shiver

20. Soaps and ghosts adopted cat son Phantom!!! Phantoms patterns on his face look like ghost so of course soap had to adopt him. Anyways cat dads ghoap

21. Aftercare (I’m the biggest slut for aftercare that shit is amazing)

(Will add more)

NSFW (there will be NO things like noncon or r/pe here unless it entails them finding a way to heal after it)

I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if these are bad 😭

1. Werewolf ghost goes into rut, human soap offers to help him through it

2. Power bottom soap who is extremely good at getting guys like ghost to be on their knees for him

3. Soap wearing lipstick and leaving big O lipstick stains on ghosts dick

4. Ghost in bed is extremely touchy, he needs to have soaps skin under his hands gloved or not.

5. Ghost pressing his hand on soaps stomach to feel the bump of his own cock in the other

6. Soap is under ghosts desk sucking him off

7. Soap cockwarming ghost while the other writes a report

8. Roleplay idk what they’re roleplaying just roleplay

9. Soap likes to moan loud to see how long it takes for ghost to push his head against a bed/wall just to shut him up

10. Soap loves it rough

11. Ghost lifting soap up to fuck him and soap is absolutely in shock and turned on

12. ghost is a big biter, soaps had to cover up way to many bites from him

13. Lmao monster fucker soap

14. Ghoap exploring their kinks!

15. My friend said virgin ghost and I was like ok sure, then he hit me with “experienced soap telling inexperienced ghost how he wants to be fucked” and I was like damn ok

16. Ghost is extremely weak to the way soap says his name, especially in bed. Hearing that breathless “Simon” mixed with soaps strained yeses and moans gets ghost hard (really fuckin hard lol)

(Will add more)

#ghoap #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soap cod #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #FICS #HALF WRITTEN PROMPTS MY BRAIN IS TOO TINY TO WRITE THEM ALL FULLY !!#silly prompts #you can use these if you want 👁️#I’m being incredibly silly nothing can contain me #I need to be tied down.#anyways look at all these prompts!!#sudsyv2

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thebestofoneshots · 9 months

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Star please! My pronouns are she/her and I am into guys, and am open to poly!marauders!

If you know star signs: I’m a Libra sun, Aries moon, sag rising, Libra mercury, Leo Venus, and libra mars

I’m an intp, 6’1, and I play volleyball. I love listening to music and have a record collection! I’m also a huge film buff :) I’m pretty shy but make friends very easily. People often tell me to speak up but my voice is just not super loud lol. I don’t always like to, but I’m getting better at standing up for myself. My love language varies person to person, but I love physical touch, quality time, and giving gifts.

Thank you so much and congrats on the milestone!! You deserve it all and so much more, you are such a good writer :)

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

I definitely ship you with Sirius and James. However, Sirius was the first one to notice you. It all started during Christmas when you received a package from your Muggle family. It contained yet another record for your collection – the Diamond Dogs deluxe edition by David Bowie. You were instantlly excited by it, and youre excitment could be percived by others.

Sirius, allthought unfamiliar with the album, instantly recognized Bowie on the cover so he approached you with a playful grin, “Hey sweets, you’re in my Transfiguration class, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “You’re Sirius Black.”

He smiled, glad that you recognized him too, and casually sat next to you, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. Initially, you found it a bit strange how comfortable he seemed around you, but his relaxed aura eventually put you at ease.

He shared how he had stayed at school during Christmas to help his friend with some tasks, and how he didn’t really want to go home because of his less-than-pleasant family. You told him about your Muggle family and how they believed it was best for you to stay at school to avoid the Death Eaters. You admitted missing your family and being happy to receive a letter from them.

When the conversation grew somber, he skillfully changed the topic and asked about your album. Excitedly, you shared details about your collection and music preferences. He told you about the cassettes he had received from his cousin Andromeda and promised to make you a mixtape someday. He enjoyed making them for his friends. Your bond only strengthened from that point, and Sirius developed a massive crush on you, growing every time he discovered something new about you. He thought you were absolutely magical, and that, without even thinking about the fact that you were quite literally a witch.

One day, you were in Sirius' room listening to your records since you didn't want to disturb your roommates. James Potter entered, not noticing you both resting on the floor with your backs against the bed. Assuming he was alone, he started humming along to your favorite song. Just as you were about to speak up, Sirius covered your mouth, a cheeky grin on his face. Soon, James started his own impromptu concert, singing at the top of his lungs. Eventually, he began dancing and spotted both of you, with Sirius' hand still covering your mouth.

"Padfoot!" He said reproachfully.

You removed Sirius’ hand from your mouth and gave James an apologetic smile “Hey James!” you said quietly “That was great conert.”

James turned beet red upon realizing you'd seen his performance "How long did you—"

"—The whole thing," Sirius teased.

James was so distressed at that point the only thing you could think to do to ease the tension was to smile at him and say “Wanna join us?”

You weren’t sure you’d ever seen a shy James Potter in your life, but here he was, nodding quietly and walking to seat beside you. You were sitting in the middle, with the two boys at your side. And you three just grew closer from then, it was like the boys didn’t want to be away from you.

While in the beginning you thought Sirius was clingy, he had nothing on James Potter. Whenever they were around you, they were close, in a very literal sense. They always had to be touching you somehow, either by brushing shoulder to shoulder, an arm draped over you, or leaning their heads on your shoulders in the Great Hall, especially Sirius, who always complained about having to wake up early for flying. Those touches slowly became something more: kisses on the cheek, holding your hand, a cheeky hand on your thigh, or backhugs. And while they did sometimes fight for your affection, neither of them seemed bothered by the other pulling you onto their lap or snuggling you closer to them.

One day, you were listening to music in the common room and there was no one else around since you had skipped a class to be there. You were leaning against James’ chest while Sirius had his head resting on your lap; he’d asked you to play with his hair. It was often that you cuddled with the two at the same time, and you loved it, but it also confused you. You somehow mustered up the courage to ask, “What are we?”

“We’re Gryffindors,” James replied at the same time that Sirius said something like “The stars of the show.”

You sighed at their answer and motioned for Sirius to sit up with a light pull on his shoulders. “I meant what are we…” you said, emphasizing the last bit by pointing at the three of you.

James and Sirius exchanged a look. They’d had this conversation before, neither of them willing to give you up, so they settled on sharing. They were both okay with it; in fact, they enjoyed cuddling each other too. “Whatever you want us to be, angel,” Sirius answered earnestly, grabbing one of your hands and intertwining your fingers together.

“If you want us to pull away, or one of us to step back away, we’ll respect your wish, but–” James started.

“–Neither of us wants that,” Sirius finished.

You looked at the two of them. “Neither… neither do I.”

BONUS:

The mixtape Sirius made for you: 1. "Space Oddity" by David Bowie 2. "Dream On" by Aerosmith 3. "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zeppelin 4. "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye 5. "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen 6. "Hotel California" by Eagles 7. "Imagine" by John Lennon 8. "Let's Stay Together" by Al Green 9. "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton 10. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

A/N: Hope you like this lil thing I made for you sweets, it got out of hand, as always, but I kind of absolutely adore the result, our boys are so adorbale, it's almost impossible to handle ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

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captain-mj · 11 months

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Hiii I just read and love your home video fic and was wondering if you would ever do a part 2? My hearts in shambles <3 thanks for writing and have a good day!

I wasn't sure about this but then thought... why not? I love this style of story so much :)

There was a long pause afterwards. None of them really seemed to know what to do.

Quietly, as if afraid he'd break something, Ghost grabbed a tape. He turned it over in his hands to make sure it was the right one and the quietly replaced it and turned it on.

Soap scooted over, well aware that Ghost didn't like being in the middle of the people. The contact made him uncomfortable. Ghost looked grateful as he settled in next to him. Price sat in his chair on the other side.

The video started. Simon was younger again. Clearly a teen. He was helping his mom put ornaments on the tree, just tall enough to reach the top. She was beaming, but she looked tired.

The door opened and they both shrank a bit as his dad came in. Neither stopped what they were doing though.

"Never wanted him to know how tense he made us." Ghost explained after a moment. "Couldn't let him know."

Soap frowned a little as he watched them. They put an angel on the tree and his mom made a motion to pray.

"Catholic?"

"Protestant. Devout. Took us once when we were little." Ghost leaned into Soap.

Once his dad walked away, they relax and continue decorating. His mom reaches up and ruffles his hair again and Simon beamed.

"You were a mama's boy?" Gaz gasped.

"Yeah. Little bit." Ghost admitted, not sounding ashamed of it. "She was the best Mom I couldn't asked for."

Soap's heart hurt. He gently put his hand on Ghost's thigh.

Tommy came down, smoking. He offered it to Simon who took it. Their mom made a face, but she didn't reprimand them. She shook her head when Simon offered it anyway.

"Get lost boys, I have to wrap presents."

"Mum, don't you think we're a bit old?" Tommy started, despite looking 13 at the oldest. She turned around and gave him a look Soap would recognize anywhere. It was the same look Ghost gave them when they did or said something stupid. He immediately winced. "You're right Mum! We'll go upstairs."

Simon was already going up the stairs and she shook her head. "Those boys."

"Just like me right?" There was their dad again. His voice made Ghost tense.

She smiled. "Yeah, I guess so Frank." She averted her eyes and started to grab the presents from the closet. She wrapped them quietly while Frank watched.

"You spoil them."

"They're kids. It's Christmas. We have more than enough money."

"My money."

She fixed him with a glare so harsh that Soap cringed. "Well, what were you going to spend it on? Needles?"

"Don't fucking talk to me like that Mary."

Before they continued arguing, Ghost turned it off. "Wrong one."

"Ah..."

Ghost put a different one in. This one was of a concert. For the Wiggles.

Tommy and Simon stood out like sore thumbs. Being both taller than most of the parents and dressed in black clothing. Simon had eyeliner on and his hair looked different. Joseph was bouncing between them.

"Wiggles! The Wiggles!!" He bounced up and down even faster and Tommy picked him up.

"Better than the concerts we went to as a kid right Si?"

Simon smiled. "Lot cooler. Isn't that right Joseph?"

Joseph wiggled excitedly and kept yelling about it. He looked so excited and both of them looked happy to be there.

Simon took the camera and Beth stood beside Tommy. "Here to the Wiggles."

"The Wiggles!" The three of them said excitedly, squishing Joseph between them. Tommy glanced at Beth with such an overwhelming amount of love it made Soap jealous.

"You two are sickening."

"Fuck off."

"Language, Beth."

The tiny woman looked like she was going to attack him like a dog. He laughed though and kissed her, the two of them softening.

"Turn the camera off."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We got his reaction. That's all we care about."

The next video was Tommy, a baby Joseph and Simon on the couch. They looked confused.

"I found out today that they didn't want many kids movies."

Tommy shrugged. "Dad didn't like them. Plus they're lame."

Simon mirrored his shrug. "I mean... They're just movies."

"I think you guys would really like the Last Unicorn though."

"Why?" Simon asked, tilting his head.

"Just... thought you'd like it."

There was a brief crackle before showing the movie had been playing. And it was on the speech.

"I can feel this body dying all around me."

She panned the camera to Tommy who was sobbing on Simon's shoulder. Simon's mouth was open and he was staring in what could only be described as devastation.

"You boys okay?"

Tommy sobbed louder. "She... She..." Simon rubbed his back.

"It's okay, Tommy. It's alright..."

She was clearly giggling. "I'm sorry guys. I didn't... Oh dear."

" I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?"

Simon crumpled. He covered his face and was completely silent.

"Oh no! Boys!"

Simon shook his head. "That poor unicorn..." He sounded so distressed.

She looked at Joseph who clearly was sleeping. He looked peaceful.

Another crackle as the video was turned off and back on. Simon recorded Beth and Tommy sleeping on top of each other. He turned off the TV and they could see that he was wearing eye makeup.

"I fucking hate kid's movies." Simon growled as he closed the camera.

"I still fucking hate kid's movies. She showed us Bridge to Terabithia a week after that. I fucking feel for it again."

"Did you cry?"

"No."

Price shook his head. "Because you can't. Don't let him fool you."

Soap decided to be bold. "The video you walked in on."

"It came a few weeks after I got back." Ghost explained. "Tommy picked me up. I still had bandages. Stuck in that stupid hospital for four months and I still had bandages."

Soap squeezed his hand. He wanted to provide some comfort.

"He was a great little brother. Fucking Dick. But a great little brother." Ghost squeezed his hand.

Price stood up and searched. He clearly had something specific in mind and Soap wondered how many times he had watched them.

The video that came on was of a hospital. A very tired looking Beth was laying down in the bed.

"You alright?" Simon asked.

"Yeah. I'm good. They said this labor was easy. Easy." She smiled up at him.

"You know I don't think childbirth can be that bad. I was pretty young but it didn't hurt me." Simon smiled.

Beth stared at him for a minute before pinching her nose. "That was awful. This is why you're fucking single." Her shoulders were shaking as she clearly laughed.

Simon laughed and put his arm around her. "I'm glad you're okay though."

Beth hit him hard in the gut and he groaned but still smiled. "Gonna hold the baby?"

"Absolutely not."

"Come on. What are you afraid of? He doesn't have teeth."

"What if I drop him?"

Beth blinked. "You hold sniper rifles all day."

"I can't shoot a sniper rifle. And if I drop a rifle, it doesn't get brain damage."

"Hold the damn kid, Simon. You're an uncle now."

Simon did not look pleased. He didn't get to respond though because Tommy appeared with a freshly cleaned infant. Immediately he tried to hand it to Simon who pulled his hands away unsure.

"Dude. Come on."

"I've never been around babies before!"

"Neither have I! You just support the head you numpty."

Simon very awkwardly took the baby, smushing him to his chest. He grinned awkwardly.

"Did you tell him the name yet?" Beth asked.

"Joseph right? Bit of a lame name honestly." Simon didn't take his eyes off the tiny bundle.

"Joseph Simon Riley." Tommy said softly, smiling just a little.

Simon looked up before biting his lip like he was holding back tears. "Oh..."

"Thought it was only natural. If my son turned out like you... well. He wouldn't be half bad." Tommy smiled at him.

Simon cradled Joseph just a little closer to his chest and nodded. "I'd never let anything happen to you guys."

Tommy laughed. "I know, you goof."

The video continued on but it didn't seem very important all of a sudden. Ghost had turned away, hand now digging into Soap's thigh to ground himself.

"I did. I did let something happen."

"Simon." Price started.

Ghost just shook his head. "Don't worry Price. I'm fine. I'm glad I have them back."

Soap wondered if it was the videos themselves or the people in them that he was referring to.

"You okay Ghost?"

"Yeah. I will be. I'll get there."

Soap watched Ghost. He really didn't cry. But he could see the depth of grief there. He had been lucky enough to never experience it.

"You want a cup of tea?"

"Yeah. I'd love that."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick

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heckyeahponyscans · 11 months

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Thoughts on MLP Make Your Mark Chapter 4, Episode 1: Bridlewoodstock

(with spoilers)

So this special really reminded me of the G3 specials, which generally low-stakes (except A Very Minty Christmas when Minty almost fell to her death out of a hot air balloon). Like if you think about it, life would go on if Kimono wasn't surprised on her birthday or if there weren't any rainbows for one year. The mix-up with the three musical acts thinking they would be the headliner, and then an ADDITIONAL mixup where none of them wanted to be the headliner, was especially G3-ish. Mostly this special was about a pleasant vibe and fun songs and ponies dancing around.

However there was some conflict, in the form of Pipp ignoring Izzy's (and the other unicorns') warning about the Troggles.

The Troggles were originally from the G1 episode "The Return of Tambelon". They were the enslaved minions of Grogar until they rebelled against him and befriended the ponies.

In this special they are more like forest spirits, and are only a danger during the nights of the Lumi-Bloom. The unicorns have a poem about them: "Eyes of the monster, form of the pig! Sing, laugh, or yell, set hoof on a twig! Troggles appear, steal what's to be, no cure to be found past the red ruby!" The Troggles steal ponies' voices, but will give them back (and disappear) if presented with a ruby. Which is exactly what happens, and then the ponies go back to their concert and dance party.

Random thoughts and observations:

Izzy says the Lumi-Bloom occurs "every moon season". Also, Minty says the Dreamlands broke up "moons and moons ago." Both of which make me believe that in this world "a moon" is a year, not a month.

We also see several shots of the full moon. Which I think is interesting because they have to add depth (craters) to make it look like a moon, but can't use the same pattern of craters as Earths' moon has.

When Pipp initially sings in the forest these little blueberry guys fly around here--maybe Parasprites or their descendants?

The Lumi-Bloom glow is a natural phenomenon, not magic. (Or at least not pony-magic.)

When Zipp goes to recruit the band Elecric Blue, we see Shutter Snap (who had a toy in the Amazon exclusive pegasus set) as part of the paparrazzi.

The Electric Blue ponies are very Aesthetic; their names are Arpeggio, Fretlock, and Jam Donut.

a Wonderbolts poster is visible in Zephyr Heights

The cover of the Dreamlands' CD

After forty years, Blue Belle, Minty (G1), and Snuzzle get their first ever appearance in a cartoon <3

This couple appears in the background of multiple scenes, two male ponies and their kid. :)

These twins have shown up before and I just think they're cute

Ruby Jubilee. Man I want a brushable of her.

#My Little Pony #spoilers #Make Your Mark #Bridlewoodstock #G5 #Pipp Petals #Izzy Moonbow #Zipp Storm #Hitch Trailblazer #Sunny Starscout #Snuzzle #Minty #Blue Belle #Fretlock #Arpeggio #Jam Donut #Ruby Jubilee

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Dec. 2nd: A Metal Christmas Concert

Day 2: Helping each other with Chores/Going to a concert or a play together

Here is day two of @comp-lady’s December writing challenge! It’s the farthest I have ever gotten on a writing prompt challenge so this is a very exciting time. I’m feeling very inspired right now! :) Please leave any critique (in a nice way because I'm sensitive) but I would love feedback to become a better writer. <3

Warnings: Swearing (I think that’s it for this one, if not, let me know?) Word Counts: 1.6k+ Words Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

“What do you say about accompanying me to a special event tonight?” Y/n asked as she stopped in front of a certain curly-headed boy’s locker.

“I would love to accompany you to a special event tonight, what’s the occasion?” Eddie responded as he opened his locker to grab his English notebook.

“I have these tickets to a concert tonight for an artist that I know you’d love to see,” Y/n responded to not give any important information away. She reached down, intertwining her hands with Eddie’s pulling him towards Mrs. O’Donnell’s class.

“Fuck yeah baby, do I know them?”

“You definitely know them,” Y/n said, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before finding her desk. “And I think they’re pretty metal.”

“Yeah?” Eddie questioned, his mind feeling fuzzy and his cheeks warming up at her touch. “I can’t wait to see this concert then, baby.”

“Quiet down, students,” Mrs. O’Donnell interrupted. “Take a seat, Mr. Munson, we do not have all day.”

“You got it,” Eddie grumbled before sitting down as y/n giggled beside him.

As the school day finished, Y/n gave Eddie a quick kiss before quickly walking out of the school to get into her car. “Please be at my house by 6, Eds! I just need to get ready!”

“I’ll be there at 5:50, sweets!” Eddie responded as Y/n closed her car door to drive off.

As soon as she got home, Y/n ran up to her bedroom to change for the concert. “Sissy, which dress am I supposed to wear?” A soft voice said from her doorway.

“Give me one second, sweet girl! Let me finish getting dressed and I’ll meet you in your room to help you get your special dress on !”

Y/n dressed quickly and went into the restroom to quickly refresh her makeup from the day. Tonight was her five-year-old sister, Macy’s, Christmas recital. They had been learning Christmas carols and jingles for the past few weeks at school and she knew how excited her sister was for this performance.

“Okay, love bug! Let’s get you dressed,” Y/n said, clapping her hands as she walked into her sister’s room. “Mom is going to meet us at the school so we need to get dressed and eat a snack before we go. And I might also have one surprise for you too if you’re really good!”

“A surprise?! What is it sissy?!”

“Let’s get dressed first! I can’t tell you the surprise because it’s supposed to be a secret, silly goose!”

Y/n walked to her sister’s closet, pulling out a red and green sparkly dress that her Mom bought specifically for this occasion, and Christmas of course. Then, she reached into her sister’s sock drawer to grab the frilly socks to wear under her adorable Mary Jane’s.

“Here you go love bug,” Y/n said, spinning around to her sister. “Let’s get you all dressed up and fed so we can go to your concert!”

“Do you think I could be famous for my concerts one day?” Macy asked. “I want to be a rockstar like Eddie!”

“Macy Mace, I’m sure if you ask the rockstar himself, he might tell you all of his secrets so that you can be a rockstar just like him,” Y/n assured her sister as she got a PB&J ready for her. She was so happy with the fact that her Mom and sister got along with Eddie and they loved him almost as much as she did. As Macy began to munch on her sandwich, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Oh Macy girl, you better get the door, I think it might be your surprise!”

The little girl squealed before dropping her sandwich down on the table and running towards the front door. “Eddieeeee!” She yelled when the door was opened.

“Macy girl!” Eddie responded back just as enthusiastically.

“I missed you so much, do you like my pretty Christmas dress?” Macy asked Eddie as she twirled in front of him.

“You look like a sugarplum fairy, love bug,” Eddie said, his eyes crinkling with a smile as he repeated Y/n’s nickname for her sister.

“Macy Mace, let’s go finish your sandwich so we can go,” Y/n said, leaning on the doorway of the kitchen to watch the interaction unfold.

“Hey baby,” Eddie said, walking towards Y/n as Macy ran back into the kitchen.

“Hi,” Y/n whispered, reaching out to wrap her arms around Eddie before leaning up and giving him a kiss.

“Mm,” Eddie groaned, before breaking the kiss. “Are we dropping your sister off before the show tonight?”

“No baby, she’s coming with us! Ready to head out, love bug?”

“Yes, sissy!”

“Then let’s go, my loves!” Y/n yelled, grabbing her sister’s coat to help her put it on. After Macy was dressed, Y/n put on her own coat and grabbed Eddie’s hand. “Eds, we have to take my car so that Macy has her car seat. I’ll drive there if you drive us back?”

“Of course, baby,” Eddie mumbled, placing a quick peck on Y/n’s lips as he opened her door for her. “I’ll help Mace into her seat if you want to get the car started and warm?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/n said, sitting down in the driver’s seat. After Macy was situated and Eddie was in the passenger seat and buckled, Y/n took off down the road towards Hawkins Elementary School where the kindergarten class was set to perform with the rest of the grade school children. Once they were parked, Y/n looked over at Eddie to find a confused look in his eye.

“Why are we at the Elementary School?”

“To see my concert, duh,” Macy responded as she quickly unbuckled herself to get out of the car. “Sissy, let’s go, I have to make it to my classroom right now!”

“Okay, sweetie, let’s go,” Y/n said, unbuckling herself and getting out of the car. “Eds, can you go find three seats? My mom is supposed to meet us here so I promised to save her a seat.”

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie responded, still looking confused.

After dropping Macy off at her class, Y/n walked towards the auditorium to find Eddie. Due to the fact that he was wearing his normal attire of jeans, a Black Sabbath tee, and his Hellfire Club jean jacket, Y/n spotted him right away. “So the metal concert you wanted to take me to is your five-year-old sister’s Christmas program.”

“She promised me that it was a metal performance,” Y/n said, smiling as Eddie wrapped his arm around her.

“I was prepared for some Dio cover band outside of Hawkins, I’m sorry I’m dressed like a freak for this. If I had known, I would dressed more appropriately,” Eddie whispered, his insecurities oozing off of him.

“Baby, no,” Y/n said, turning to look at Eddie. “We don’t want you to change how you look. Macy was so excited for you to be here today. Do you know what she told me before she even knew you were coming? She asked me if I thought she could be famous for her concerts one day like you, Eds. We love you. You’re not a freak, these people just suck. I want you here just the way you are.”

“I love you,” Eddie said, putting his face in the crook of y/n’s neck and holding her tight.

“And I love you,” Y/n echoed, tightening her grip around Eddie. Before long, Y/n's mom showed up and the lights darkened as the kids walked out on stage to begin singing. 45 minutes later, after each class sang a couple of Christmas carols, the students were escorted off the stage. “Please pick up your students at the classrooms. That ends our Annual Christmas Recital, thank you for coming and please get home safely!”

“Honey, can you and Eddie bring Macy home? I need to go back to the hospital and finish my shift, I should be home around 10 o’clock tonight,” Y/n’s mom said as she began to pass out hugs.

“Of course, Mom,” Y/n responded, grabbing Eddie’s hand as they walked out of the auditorium. Together, they walked down the school’s hallways to Macy’s classroom. As soon as they spotted the door, they could hear the five-year-old shouting.

“No! I’m telling you, it was a metal performance!”

“No, it wasn’t,” One of her classmates responded. “Christmas songs are not metal.”

“Well they won’t be with that attitude,” Macy responded, as she looked over, she spotted her sister and Eddie in the doorway, her eyes lighting up. “Eddie, do you think Christmas songs can be metal?”

“When you perform them, love bug? They’re the most metal songs I’ve ever heard,” Eddie responded as he walked over to Macy and picked her up.

“See, Clara, I told you so,” Macy remarked. “See you later!”

Eddie, with Macy in his arms, walked over to Y/n before putting an arm around her shoulders and leading the crew out of the school and towards Y/n’s car.

“You did an incredible job tonight, little Miss,” Y/n said as she sat in the passenger seat and Edie buckled Macy in.

“Thank you sissy,” Macy said. “Eddie, how many times do I have to perform a concert before I am a rockstar like you?”

“Oh Mace,” Eddie said, his eyes becoming misty as he smiled. “You are already a rockstar, you’re probably a bigger rocker than I am!”

You think so?” Macy squealed. “Do you think I can perform with you, then?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Eddie responded as Y/n took his hand in hers and squeezed it.

“I love you,” Y/n whispered to the boy with shaky breaths beside her his emotions becoming too much.

“And I love you, baby.”

“What about me? I love you sissy and I love you Eddie,” Macy responded, feeling left out as they turned onto Y/n’s driveway.

“And I love you too, Macy girl,” Eddie responded, putting the car in park and turning to look at the five-year-old with soft eyes. “I love you guys so much.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader fluff #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fic #stranger things au #fckinwild kiwi writing #fckinwild kiwi #comp lady domestic december

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