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kiarastromboli · 1 month

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𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧:

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐲/𝐧

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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: jealous!reader, stalker!Matt, just a bit suggestive 🤏🏼

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Y/N will meet Sarah, who doesn't seem to particularly please her, and after spending the morning waiting for him, our two main characters will finally be able to enjoy their dates together.

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: I know the really spicy part takes time to arrive, but don't worry, it's coming soon.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝟑:

Here we are, Saturday.

This morning when I woke up, I was in high spirits. I was going to spend my day with her, well, at least half of my day, given that I still had to work this morning.

Last night, I had a lot of trouble falling asleep; I couldn't stop thinking about today and how it would go. I was apprehensive, expecting both the best and the worst, but I really didn't know what to expect. Even though she had made advances, Caleb, her so-called friend, had clearly hinted that he also wanted the place I coveted.

So naturally, I spent my night on social media trying to find Caleb's accounts to learn more about him. And to be honest, it wasn't very difficult to find.

"Caleb_the.1, seriously?" I thought when I found his Instagram account. This guy was so self-centered it almost made me want to vomit.

His bio consisted of bro-ish phrases to show that he was an alpha athlete above the others, it was ridiculous to the point of being laughable. How can you hang out with this kind of guy, y/n? Seriously, aren't you ashamed?

Scrolling through his profile, I found about fifteen shirtless photos of him, of course, it goes without saying. And honestly, it's not very prudent of him to expose his life so much on social media. In less than five minutes, I knew which gyms he frequented, his favorite restaurants, and all the places he liked to go daily, giving me the opportunity to learn a little more about him.

But for now, he'll have to wait. My priority is y/n, and I'll deal with his case after our appointment.

"You're late!" Sarah said to me when I arrived at the bookstore.

"Sorry, traffic was jammed this morning," I lied. I didn't have an excuse; I was late only because I spent an extra 20 minutes scrolling through Caleb's profile this morning to learn more.

"Matt, since when does traffic matter to you when you're on your bike??" she said, confused.

"It's none of your business, Sarah, stop asking me questions," I said, shaking my head.

"Yeah, you're lucky I'm your friend; otherwise, I would've fired you!" she said before turning around and going back to her tasks.

It's true; I'm lucky to have a friend like Sarah. I probably don't think enough about thanking her.

I went back to my post and continued my morning, chatting a bit with her; there weren't many customers today.

"Matt, you're lying; you're not going to tell me you've never thought about that before!" Sarah said, shocked that I've never had any weird fantasies about a celebrity.

"No, never, and I find it weird that you were obsessed with Zac Efron until the end of high school!" I said, laughing.

"First of all, I wasn't obsessed! I just had a little crush on him, and secondly, everyone had a crush on that guy back then!" she said, justifying herself.

Meanwhile, I hadn't noticed, but someone had entered the shop at that moment.

"Yeah, in middle school, Sarah, not in high school!" I replied, laughing.

"Screw you, Matty!" she said, chuckling and giving me a light push.

We were interrupted by the voice of a newcomer behind us.

"Hey," she said, her voice a bit sharp.

I immediately turned around, recognizing y/n's voice.

But something was different; her voice wasn't as gentle as usual, and I couldn't see her usual smile.

"Oh, hi, y/n," I replied, smiling.

"Um, this is Sarah, my colleague. I didn't know you'd come so soon," I said, scratching my neck.

"Hi," Sarah said, smiling and extending her hand.

"I've got my hands full, sorry," y/n said to Sarah, giving her some sort of fake smile.

"Yeah, I thought I'd come a little earlier to bring you some coffee," y/n said, turning to me.

"Oh, um, thanks, you didn't have to," I said timidly.

"No, of course, I insist. It's the least I can do after you gave me a ride home last time!" she said, casting a fleeting glance at Sarah.

I'm not sure what game she's playing, but I don't get the feeling she likes Sarah too much.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave you guys. I still have a lot of work. Matt, don't linger too long; we still have to do inventory," Sarah said before leaving us.

A brief silence ensued before I decided to speak.

"It's really nice of you to get the coffee, y/n," I said, smiling.

"It's nothing, I got you a decaf," she said, handing me my coffee.

"Wow, wait, this is my favorite. How did you know—" I started to say before she cut me off.

"Just lucky, I guess," she said, smiling.

Maybe this girl knows me a little better than I thought. I thought I was harder to read than that.

"Well, thank you very much. I finish in 2 hours. If you want, you can browse the bookstore while you wait for me," I said.

"That works out perfectly; I was in the mood to read today," she said, smiling before heading off to explore the bookstore.

It was nice working with her around. We exchanged little glances, and most of the time, she would smile at me.

Honestly, I could get used to working under these conditions.

"Matt, focus. I don't mind you having your friends over here, but I can't handle the customers and inventory all by myself!" Sarah said, getting annoyed, interrupting yet another exchange of glances with y/n.

"Sorry, if you want, I'll take care of the inventory and close the shop today," I said, trying to make amends.

"Okay, but hurry up. We have 45 minutes left before closing, and there's still a stack of books in the back room," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, smiling, and she couldn't help but smile back before I went to do what I needed to do in the back room.

POV of Sarah:

I watched Matt walk into the back room, smiling and shaking my head. How could I stay mad at him after all?

Anyway, I headed back to the counter to tidy up the things lying around when I noticed Matt's friend heading towards the back room.

"Hey, sorry, but you can't go in there," I said, stopping her in her tracks and pointing to the sign on the door that specified "Employees Only."

She stopped and turned to face me.

"Sasha, right?" she said, crossing her arms.

"It's Sarah," I replied.

"Yeah, whatever, Sarah. Have you had feelings for Matt for a long time?" she asked, catching me off guard.

"W-what?" I said, furrowing my brows.

"Let's not play this little game, please. It's not going to work with me. You and I both know you have a huge crush on him, and frankly, it's pathetic. You can see he's not interested in you, so I suggest you keep your distance and let those who actually have a chance take theirs," she said, staring me in the eyes.

I didn't even know how to respond. I couldn't deny it; everything she had just said was true. But there were much better ways to say it.

There was something off about this girl. She had this threatening air about her towards me when I hadn't done anything to her.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go join Matt," she said, before striding off and pushing through the door without giving me a chance to say anything.

Back to Matt's POV:

I heard the door open, thinking it was Sarah coming to say goodbye.

"What, already? It's closing time, and I haven't finished the inventory yet!" I said before seeing y/n appear.

"Oh, it's you," I said, a bit surprised because she had no reason to be here.

"Yeah, I asked Sarah if I could come give you a hand," she said, smiling.

"And she said yes?" I asked, surprised because Sarah is usually strict about the rules, so it would have been strange for her to let y/n in without any objections.

She paused for a moment as if she was taking time to think before answering me.

"No," she said, chuckling, "I waited for her to turn her back before sneaking in here," she confessed, and I laughed.

"I feel like you're going to get me into trouble," I said, smiling.

"Come on, it's not like I'm going to steal any books. Plus, I think it's stupid to restrict access; it's just a back room," she said, rolling her eyes.

"And honestly, I find your colleague rather annoying," she said before covering her mouth.

"Sorry, I spoke before thinking," she said, embarrassed, and I chuckled at her action.

I couldn't help but find it cute.

"Firstly, access is restricted because there are some pretty old books here, the kind that should absolutely not be touched unless you're a professional," I began to explain.

"And secondly, yes, Sarah can be annoying, I'll give you that, but she can also be really nice. I'm sure you'd get along great with her," I said, continuing to do the inventory.

"We'll see about that later. For now, let me help you with all this so we can finally go for a ride on the bike," she said, chuckling before coming to help me.

With y/n's help, I managed to finish the inventory just in time for closing.

As we were about to leave the back room, Sarah shot me a look and nodded towards a section of the bookstore, indicating she wanted to talk to me privately.

"I'm going to do one last round in the aisles just to make sure everything's in order before closing. Wait for me here," I said to y/n, realizing Sarah wanted to talk to me alone.

I walked over, and she pulled me a bit further into the bookstore to ensure y/n couldn't overhear us.

"Hey, what's going on?" I said, chuckling.

"Listen, Matt, I'm your friend, and as such, I can't keep this to myself, you understand?" she began, confusing me.

"Your friend y/n, or whatever she is to you, I don't trust her. You shouldn't hang out with her; that girl is really weird," she said.

Here we go.

Seriously, Sarah, instead of being happy for me, you're having a jealousy fit?

"Okay, I don't know where you're going with this, Sarah, but y/n is a great person, and I won't let you badmouth her just because you're jealous," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Jealous? Matt, she threatened me earlier, specifically telling me to stay away from you! I'm not jealous!" she said, getting annoyed.

My y/n do something like that?

It's not possible; she's way too kind and gentle to threaten someone. I knew Sarah had a crush on me, but I didn't think it was to the point where she'd throw a jealousy fit as soon as I was with another woman.

It disappoints me to see her acting this way; I thought we were past that.

"Whatever you say. I'm done with this," I said, rolling my eyes before turning to leave, but she grabbed my arm.

"If you don't want to believe me, that's your problem, but I'm telling you, Matthew, there's something strange about that girl. You should stay on your guard," she said before letting go of my arm and going to collect her things to leave the bookstore.

I stood there for a moment, feeling confused, before joining y/n.

"Is everything okay?" she asked, smiling.

"Yeah, ready to go?" I asked her, returning her smile, and she nodded.

Once the bookstore was closed, y/n and I hit the road before stopping at Central Park.

"Central Park, you couldn't have found a more cliché place," she said, chuckling once she removed her helmet.

"I thought it was the company that mattered, not the place," I said, pretending to be offended.

"Okay, don't start, Matt!" she said, pointing her finger at me, and I smiled.

"You know what, there's a pretty nice museum nearby. Let's go there," she suggested.

"So, no stroll in the park," I said, putting on a falsely sad face.

"We'll do that after your park stroll, idiot. Come on, follow me," she said, rolling her eyes.

We walked for a few minutes before finding ourselves in front of the museum she mentioned.

We entered and strolled around, observing the artworks. It was at this moment that I learned something new about y/n—she's been passionate about photography since she was a child.

We spent a good two hours in the museum, chatting about everything and anything. We almost forgot that lunchtime had long passed.

"Oh my God, it's 1:30 in the afternoon, and we still haven't eaten," she said, chuckling when she checked the time on her phone after leaving the museum.

"Really?" I asked, surprised, and she nodded.

"That's your fault; you talk way too much," I said, chuckling.

"Yeah, like you don't love that," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Are you hungry?" I asked her, smiling.

"A little, and you?" she said, looking me in the eyes.

"A bit," I replied, shrugging.

"Hmm..." she hummed thoughtfully, scanning the surroundings.

"Look, a hot dog stand!" she said excitedly, pointing at the stand before grabbing me by the arm and running towards it.

"And you thought strolling in Central Park was cliché, huh?" I teased once we arrived at the stand.

"Shut up," she said, smiling, before turning to the vendor.

"Two hot dogs, please!" she said cheerfully to the vendor.

"So, I don't even get to choose my meal?" I frowned.

"No, just be quiet and take what I give you!" she said with a smirk, and I chuckled.

"No ketchup!" she added to the vendor as he reached for the sauce compartment.

I hate ketchup, but I don't think I've ever told her that.

She grabbed the hot dogs and paid before I could say anything.

"Ugh, sorry, I hate ketchup, I didn't think to ask if you wanted any," she said, handing me my hot dog.

So it was just a coincidence? You and I probably have much more in common than I could have imagined...

The more time I spend with you, the harder it is for me to believe that you're not the literal definition of perfection, y/n.

"It's okay; I don't like ketchup either anyway," I said, smiling.

"Really??" she said, surprised.

"Yeah, I can't stand it," I said, chuckling.

"Or maybe you're just trying to copy me, huh? I see what you're trying to do, Matty!" she said, narrowing her eyes before taking a bite of her hot dog.

Matty, so we're already at the nickname stage?

"Yeah, that must be it. Keep dreaming," I said, shaking my head and taking a bite of my hot dog.

We continued our little walk to the park.

"Can I be honest with you?" she said, turning to me.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," I replied.

"These hot dogs are really terrible," she said, grimacing, and I laughed.

"I agree," I replied, and she laughed too.

"But I really want to finish them; I hate wasting food!" she said, pouting like a little girl.

Y/n, if only you knew how much you softened my heart.

"It's alright, sweetheart; I'll finish it for you if you can't," I said, smiling.

"Matt, you're so cute, bro," she said, blushing before turning her head.

"Bro?" I chuckled. "That hurts."

"What were you hoping for?" she said, rolling her eyes. "That I'd call you baby?" she said, smiling.

"Okay, go ahead, mock me some more," I said.

"With pleasure, baby," she said with a smirk.

"You're not funny, y/n," I said, finishing my hot dog.

"Maybe, but you adore me anyway," she shrugged, offering me her hot dog for me to eat as agreed.

"I can't deny that," I replied, taking her hot dog.

We continued our walk, chatting about everything and nothing.

I wasn't usually talkative, but with her, everything was so effortless. I loved listening to her; she always had something interesting to say.

She was full of surprises, always having a different opinion or perspective on the world, which made me feel less alone.

"Oh, Matt, look, an ice cream stand!" she said, hopping.

"You're such a child, y/n, you know that?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, I love life, sue me for it," she said, raising her hands sarcastically.

I shook my head before following her to the ice cream stand.

"Oh my god, they have rose-flavored ice cream, it's my favorite scent; you absolutely have to try it!" she said excitedly.

"I don't really feel like ice cream," I started to say before she cut me off to talk to the vendor.

"Two rose-flavored ice creams, please," she said, turning to me with a big smile.

I looked at her bewildered before bursting into laughter; she's completely insane, but I love it.

"Here you go," she said, handing me my ice cream before happily continuing to walk in the park.

How can she have so much energy and smile so much?

It's true; this girl was like a sun; she lit up every place she went.

And me, on the contrary, I felt like I was the moon next to her.

"So, how is it?" she said, smiling, referring to my ice cream.

"Delicious," I replied.

"See, I knew you'd like it," she said proudly.

"Oh, wait, you have some ice cream right there," she said, chuckling before approaching me.

Standing on tiptoes, she placed her hand on my cheek and used the finger of her other hand to wipe the ice cream from the corner of my mouth.

"Here," she said, looking into my eyes and offering me her finger with the ice cream to lick.

Her gaze and expression changed at that moment.

What are you playing at, y/n? Is this your way of making suggestive gestures towards me? If so, you have absolutely no idea the effect you're having on me right now.

I took her finger into my mouth without breaking eye contact, and she bit her lip.

I can't be imagining things; she's not as innocent as she pretends to be.

She then returned to standing normally on both feet before taking a bite of her ice cream, still looking me straight in the eyes.

Fuck, does it really take so little to get me hard?

"Mmmh, my favorite," she said, closing her eyes before turning around and starting to walk again as if nothing had happened.

Is that all? Are you going to leave me hanging like this?

If you only knew how much I dreamed of being in your ice cream's place right now, y/n...

From that moment on, it was difficult for me to focus on what she was saying. My mind was filled with ideas... of all kinds.

But regardless, we resumed our conversation, stopping on a bench to finish our ice creams.

"Fuck," she said, taking her phone to check the notification she had just received in the middle of our conversation.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"It's my dad, he needs me for his charity gala next weekend," she said with a sigh.

"His charity gala?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's something my dad organizes every year. It's a big event where he invites his most influential friends to raise funds for cancer research," she replied.

"Oh, um, do you want me to drop you off?" I offered.

"I'm really sorry to cut our outing short like this," she said with a sad look.

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry about it. We can hang out again this week," I said, putting my hand on her back and smiling.

"You're the best," she said, hugging me, and we headed back towards my bike this time.

"Where do you want me to drop you?" I asked as I put on my helmet.

"Take me home, I need to pick up some stuff anyway," she said, putting on her helmet as well.

We got on my bike, and I started driving towards her place.

This time, she seemed to hold on to me a little tighter, as if she didn't want this moment to end.

Oh, so you'd do anything to not have to leave either?

Once we arrived at her apartment complex, I parked, and she got off, taking off her helmet.

"I really hate that I have to go. I wish I could stay with you," she said, looking down at the ground.

I took off my helmet before responding.

"Y/n, you have important things to do, and I'm not going anywhere. You'll come back to me when you have time," I said, placing my hands on her cheeks without thinking.

She looked up at me, and damn, how badly I wanted to kiss her.

Is that what I should do? She's not saying anything anymore, maybe that's what she's waiting for from me?

"Thank you, Matt," she said softly, smiling after several seconds of staring into each other's eyes without saying anything before stepping back and turning to go inside her place.

And I missed my chance again, what an idiot.

Next time, I promise you, y/n, I won't let my chance slip away.

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satorugojooo · 1 year

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SO GOJO SATORU IS FINALLY BACK!

Since our dear strongest sorcerer is back, I prepared a one-shot, the leaks came out when I was in the high school, and I was literally about to scream in the middle of the class so hope that you will enjoy it! I really missed my man and I can't wait to see how the others will react when they will see the one and only Gojo Satoru.

Genre: fluff and angst, but only a lil since this is a joyful moment.

Warnings: blood, angst, break-down, but other than that nothing too bad.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

You can drop requests on my profile!

How many days it's been? A lot, 19 to be precise, but these days felt like years for you. You were Gojo's fiance, and you yourself were a very strong special grade sorcerer.

Everything went crashing down at Shibuya, you wish that cursed day wouldn't exist, since it's the day when you didn't just loose your beloved, but you met your evil uncle as well, or better said, the person that took over your uncle, Kamo Noritoshi. That's right, you were part of the Kamo clan, and you inherited their blood manipulation, but the special thing about you was that you also had the light technique, one that you got from your mother side.

"So where do you want to unseal him Hm? In this room?" Hana asked and Yuji pondered.

"Hmm is that the best idea?" he wondered and another guy came.

"If you unseal him here I'll decorate the room-" he said and you and Shoko walked in.

"Y/n-sensei, Ieiri-san!" Itadori said as he came to you. You tried to give him a weak smile even if you were too tired to pretend that you were okay.

"Ah y/n, could you bring me a coffee please I feel like I'll sleep here." Shoko said and you just nodded leaving.

"Ieiri-san, do you think it's the best to hide this from y/n ?" Yuji asked and Shoko nodded.

"If we can't unseal Gojo she will be totally broken and we don't need that, she needs to stay here protected by Choso." she said and Yuji nodded.

When you returned with the coffee you saw only Shoko în the room with Choso.

"Oh uh, where's everyone?" you asked and Shoko just smiled.

"They left to take some sort of weapons or cursed objects from somewhere. I wasn't that focused but they will be alright." she said and you nodded.

"Ah okay, well here's your coffee." you said and she smiled.

"Thank you y/n, now if you excuse me I should go see how is that girl doing." she said and left. You presumed that she meant a patient or something.

"How are you y/n-Chan?" Choso asked and you just smiled sadly.

"Trying to be okay... Choso-kun." you said as he smiled. Since you found out that choso's dad was kenjaku that made you both cousins, but he treated you like his sister so you did the same.

"You know that me and Yuji-kun are here for you, whenever you need it." he said and you smiled.

"Of course, and I appreciate it." you said and he smiled.

As you both stood in silence you suddenly looked at Choso.

"Choso, please be honest, did everyone actually go somewhere important but they didn't tell me?" you said and he tried to look away.

"Choso please, I can't stay here while they are in danger." you pleaded and he just sighted.

"Okay, they left to unseal Gojo, but since they weren't sure how things would go they didn't tell you." he said and you looked at him.

"They did what??? I'm going right now." you said and he tried to stop you but you were very quick.

"Y/n!" Choso said as he tried to run after you.

After some running you arrived on the field where they were about to unseal Gojo.

"Y/n!" Choso yelled as he finally caught up with you. You looked at him and saw that he looked at you concerned.

"Y/n it's not safe to just go like that, you know that your kenjaku's target, and on top of that-"

"Y/n?" you heard a voice and you froze. You weren't sure if it was real, but you quickly turned around just to see Shoko and Itadori... Followed by Gojo. You gasped and out your hand over your mouth.

"S-satoru?" you asked and he quickly approached you enveloping you in a hug. He wore a black shirt that complimented him very much and you were so shocked to see that he was well. Even if just 19 days passed it felt like years have passed. While he held you close you started crying in his chest. He just caressed your head gently and kissed it.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm here now you can relax." he said and you looked up to him with tears.

"I can't believe that your finally out... I missed you so much never do this to me again, never!" you said and he smirked.

"Awhhh so you did miss me, well glad that I'm back." he said and you just buried your face even more in his chest. After you calmed down you looked at him and he smiled. Shoko already took Yuji and Choso away to give you two some space and you could see Satoru's loving gaze.

"I missed you as well y/n, you were the only thing that gave me streight în that cursed box, without you I think I would have went insane." he said and you just smiled at him.

"Át least now your here, but never leave me again okay?" you said and he nodded. As his face got closer to yours he united his lips with yours and you closed your eyes. The kiss was full of hope and love for each other, totally describing your reunion. When you broke up you looked at him and smiled.

"I promise you that on 24th December it will end, everything will become like it was before." he said and you nodded trying not to tear up again remembering how many lives you lost trough these 19 days.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect Nanami, Nobara, Tengen, Yuki and the others-" you said as you looked in the ground and he just hugged you even more tightly.

"It's okay, they did their best, just like you did, it's not your fault that they are gone." he said and you nodded. He quickly wiped your tears with his thumbs and smiled.

"Come now darling, we have to prepare for the last fight don't we? After all you were always the brain behind every successful mission." he said and you nodded. You were going to defeat Kenjaku and bring Megumi back even if it was the last thing that you'll do.

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zedrine · 6 months

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hi, it's the anon who first requested that sunny reverse comfort! .. i have come back again..!!!!

can i request for a sunny from omori x reader doing pocky game (established relationship!!)

can be post game if you'd like! thank youuu <3

Z.2 — pocky game w/ sunny >:D

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : none!! :D

DESC : mentioned at the top! <3

NOTES : ENDJGJENSBCBFKE HI AGAINNNN

You popped into the room, jolly as you held a Pocky box behind your back, “Suuunnnn?~”

He sighed — “Yes?” — he shot up a glare at you, frowning, he was busy writing down his essay for school.

“Can we.. play a game, please?” You softly grinned, hoping he’d get off that paper he’s been working on for, I don’t know, maybe two hours?

Sighing once more, SUNNY responded, with frustration, “Fine.”

“Oh–” you didn’t quite think he’d agree so quickly.

Both of you then sat on the couch as you revealed the Pocky box — “Oh, God,” he rolled his eyes, “Kel, right?”

You smirked as if you were a Kel dupe, “Yes, he told me to do it with you,” you nudged his shoulder jokingly as you opened the box, then the packaging, “he told me you’d enjoy the game!”

“I don’t like that [favorite flavor] one,” he blandly stated, quite cruel and direct if you asked me. “Oh, hush!” You took a Pocky stick out; you would get the flavor part and he the bread.

“So…?” he looked at you, begging for instructions of the game with his eyes.

“Okay, so—” that’s a lot of so’s, “—both of us have to slowly bite our way through the Pocky, but, whoever accidentally bites the Pocky off or gets to the middle first, loses.”

“What if we kiss?” he asked; you stayed silent.

You tried your best to suppress a smirk, grin, smile. How could one be so naïve?

“Anyway,” you said — a chuckle let out — as you pointed the Pocky between your mouth and his, again, you had the flavor part, “good game.”

The game started; both of you started nibbling on the Pocky, you looked up at him, but he only looked at his distance in the Pocky.

Then, it broke!

“Dang it– YOU did that!” You pointed at SUNNY, who stared blankly at you, “No,” he mumbled.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You took another Pocky stick, this time, cruelly and tauntingly, he had the flavor; “You must hate me, don’t you?”

“Hush,” you aligned the stick again, then the game began again. Nibble, nibble, both of you were close to the middle, then–

In just a mere moment, the stick disappeared — you were kissing him!

The kiss, surprisingly (as you thought he’d pull away immediately), lasted for long… long… and long…

“Pweh!” he exclaimed — ouch — as you retorted, “Uhm, excuse me??” Offended you were, how could he say that, to your perfectly lip-glossed lips? :(

“Sorry, sorry,” he wiped his lips, “the Pocky flavor—” but only because his saliva slightly dripped out from his cough, “—I don’t like it, I told you.”

You sighed; well, at least he was honest, “Yeah, whatever.”

You took another Pocky stick; he had the bread part.

Game started, nibbling, the room was quiet. Cold.

But, as an apology, he nibbled quite faster, so he got to the middle first to lose, willingly — “Haha!” you chortled triumphly; he smiled, a rare sight, but you failed to notice.

“I’m good at this game~!” You proudly reveled, reaching down for another stick, but, just then, his hand held yours (the hand you’re using to get the sticks, by the way.)

“Hm?–”

You looked up, but then he leaned in, much further than he planned to; kiss count, number two.

But this time, it was shorter, yet more passionate that the previous one — heartfelt, or maybe it was because he was the one who initiated it?

Nevertheless, he felt, quite strange too. Dear Sister, please help… he prayed in his head, help, help help!!!!

Blood came rushing to your cheeks — mostly his, though, he kept his head down — “Sunn?”

He breathed shallowly, Crap, he thought, “Y-Yeah?”

He kept his head down, his dandruff was showing — no, no, just kidding — embarrassed by what he’d done. You were still in shock from the sudden kiss, that you accidentally stayed silent.

“S-Sorry,” again, he apologized, thinking he caused the tension in the air. (Man, I just wanna hug him so badly)

You exhaled through your nose in relief, “Heyy,” you lifted up his chin, but he averted eye contact, “it’s okay, I’m sorry…”

You cupped his cheeks, then gave him quick, big pecks everywhere on his face, to his dismay, he kept yelling; “Stop!–” mwah, “–you taste like–” mwah, “[the flavor of the Pocky]!!” mwah.

You then stopped the kissing, pouting, “Oh, so you don’t like my kisses?” still cupping his cheeks as you stared right into his soul.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that…” He murmured, leaning into your palms, and caressing the back of them. Still avoiding looking in your eyes, though, even after all those verbs.

Softly, you kissed his forehead, “I love you too~”

He responded to that, but only I knew — “I love you more,” he whispered, or mouthed, but you didn’t hear.

JANXBDJAKSJDRNNDD im soooo sorry if this is so sloppy SNXNFNDND ITS LIKE 11PM HERE ND I AHVE SCJOOL TOMORROW😭😭😭 i RLLY RRLYYY hope u like this one☹️💔

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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I absolutely adore the nurse Steve fics being in nursing school myself and idk if anyone else has asked about it but how did nurse Steve propose or was in Y/n that proposed

AN | Stevie definitely proposed to his girl. And he was absolutely a nervous wreck 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | None

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

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Steve felt like he was going to explode from nerves. He was so worried and nervous that he couldn’t even control the shaking of his hands. Everytime you came into the room he’d yelp in surprise; he was so on edge.

Tomorrow was a special day; maybe the most special of his life - so far at least. Tomorrow was the day that Steve Harrington was going to ask you to marry him.

Finally. He’d been wanting to do this for literal months, planning and rehearsing it over and over in his mind. But every time he got ready to propose, he talked himself out of it. Was it too much? Was it too soon? Did you even want to marry him?

So many questions - they would all be answered if he asked you that one little question. But he wanted this so badly. He knew he wanted to marry you after your first date - let’s be honest, Steve was a huge romantic - which seemed crazy but he was sure about you. He wasn’t sure there was anything he’d ever been more sure about.

“Stevie?” you poked your head into the kitchen, finding him standing at the counter and staring into his cup of coffee. You’d just come out of the shower, all wrapped up in nothing but a fluffy towel, hair still wet, and barefoot. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He snapped back into attention and offered you a sheepish smile, “what’s wrong, love?”

“N-nothing,” he stammered nervously, picking up his mug and almost sloshing the coffee over the side with trembling hands, “just…standing here…d-drinking coffee.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed softly as you padded over to him, standing behind him and wrapping your arm around his middle as you rested your chin on his shoulder. You felt him relax into your touch as you pressed soft kisses to his shoulder, “whatever you say. You’ve been awfully jumpy lately, are you sure everything’s okay?”

This time it was your turn to tense as you anticipated what he would say. Part of you was worried that he might break up with you. That would have been the worst thing ever…now that you had him, you couldn’t imagine life without him. He turned around so he was facing you, the gentle, fond smile on his face, “everything is perfect. Really, angel.”

“Are you going to break up with me?” you looked at him with wide, nervous eyes as his mouth dropped open. He blinked, almost as if he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. He shook his head, cradling your face in his hands, “Steve?”

“No, no, no,” he kissed you sweetly on the cheeks, forehead, and nose before stopping at your lips, “never, angel. Absolutely not - why would you even think? Did I do something?”

You visibly relaxed and let out a small sigh of relief, “no, you didn’t. I dunno, I just…worried. ‘Cause you’ve been nervous lately, and I was wondering if it’s because you were going to break up with me?”

“That is the last thing I ever want to do,” he insisted sweetly, “I’m sorry that I did anything that made you feel like that. I’m just…tired?”

“Are you asking or telling me?” you joked, leaning into his touch as he wiped away the few tears that had welled up.

“Telling you,” he insisted, although he still didn’t sound too sure. You’d caught him so off guard that he was frazzled with trying to come with an excuse that didn’t sound too fake or like he was actually going to break up with you. It was literally the exact opposite of that - he just couldn’t tell you quite yet, “promise.”

“You’re right,” she laughed lightly at your own worry, completely misplaced, “I’m just being silly. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, angel,” he promised, his hand on your neck as he tenderly brushed his thumb over the apple of your cheek. It was becoming increasingly hard to resist the urge to rip your towel off and have you then and there. But he collected himself and tried to play it cool, “h-hey, we’re still on for dinner tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course,” you agreed happily, “why wouldn’t we be?”

“I-I dunno,” he shrugged. Alright. He was not making himself look good at all…now you were only going to be more suspicious if anything, “just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget.”

“I’d never forget a date night,” you grinned, “especially not when I was promised a fancy night out!”

“And that’s exactly what you’ll get,” he bit his bottom before gently pulling on your towel, “and if you’re not busy now…”

“I have to leave for work in half an hour….”

“Give me fifteen minutes,” he beamed and now it was your turn for your face to warm, “hmm?”

“O-okay,” you looked at him with eager eyes as he pulled the towel off completely, “Steve-”

“Bedroom,” he was already all over you, ushering you down the hall, “now.”

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You smiled at your reflection, admiring the pretty velvet dress that you were wearing. It was new and you’d purchased it just for the occasion, hoping that Steve would like it as well. You knew he would - you could be wearing a potato sack and he’d still think you looked beautiful. The finishing touch was your lipstick, a pretty shade of red that you often favored.

“Honey, are you almost…” he trailed off as soon as he saw, his smile only growing as you turned around to face him. You wished you had a camera with you because the look on his face was priceless, “you look…stunning doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

“Steve,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you looked him over. He looked so incredibly handsome in his suit that it was almost ridiculous, “you look amazing too.”

“Still nothing on you,” he tenderly brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, “this dress is beautiful. Is it new?”

“Mhmm,” you felt shy all of a sudden, like this was the first time you were meeting him again, “I got it for tonight! I was hoping you’d like it.”

“I do,” he brushed his fingers over the soft fabric on your shoulder, “I like the girl wearing it even more.”

“Stop,” you grinned, a teasing lilt to your voice as you reached for his hand and tenderly squeezed it between yours, “c’mon handsome, we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now. I don’t wanna miss our reservations!”

“Baby-”

“Steve,” you put your hand on his chest, trying not to get too lost in his warmth and scent, and the way he was looking at you with hunger in his eyes, “we have to leave now or we’re just going to end up having sex.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s absolutely not,” you promised, “but we can do that all night, if we want, but we’re not missing these reservations. I didn’t get all dressed up for no reason!”

“Alright, alright,” he held up his hands in mock surrender, “that’ll just give me the excuse of getting to show off my girl.”

And ask you to marry me, he almost blurted out. It would come soon enough - Steve Harrington was not going to chicken out today. Today was the day.

“Yeah?” you melted into his touch as he nodded, “well, that’ll let me show off my man. Now c’mon!”

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The restaurant might have been fancy, the food delicious, and the wine perfect, but Steve was too nervous to notice anything. The man could barely pay attention to what you were saying, almost blurting out his question and ruining the surprise he had planned. If you noticed that anything was off, you didn’t comment on it.

“What do you think about that?” Steve blinked a few times before looking back at you with a sheepish expression. You gave him an expectant expression, wondering if he’d even heard a word of what you said, “Steve?”

“Hmm?” he snapped back into attention and cleared his throat before downing the rest of the wine. You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a serious expression on your face, “o-oh. Yeah, I think that’s a great idea.”

“Really?” you leaned in and decided that you might as well mess with him a little bit. He nodded, his shiny hair flopping slightly, “interesting. Well, that settles that.”

“S-settled what, exactly?”

“We’re gonna get married and have like five kids at least,” you said it all with such a straight face that he almost choked on the bite in his mouth. His cheeks turned a pretty bright red as you just stared at him down, “that’s what we both want, huh?”

“I-I-I, yeah…?”

“Relax,” you grinned softly at him and he grew even more confused, “Steve, I’m just kidding! That’s not what I said at all. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Which, I see, you were clearly not. What’s on your mind, love?”

“Nothing,” he insisted and you wanted to believe him. Not that you thought anything bad was going on, but you couldn’t deny that your curiosity was piqued, “just zoned out. It’s not you, angel. I just…long day.”

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” your voice almost dropped to a whisper and he was quick to reach over and put his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Of course I would,” he promised, his heart almost dropping into his stomach, “there’s nothing wrong, I swear it.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Steve had half a mind to just propose then and there.

But not yet - the moment wasn’t quite there yet. He had this all mentally mapped out; he just needed you to hang on a little longer.

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The sun was setting, casting the horizon in a pretty haze of oranges and reds. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. Your free hands were finishing off ice cream that you’d gotten from the same ice cream shop you’d gone to on your first date.

“It’s beautiful out tonight,” you smiled sweetly, staring up at your boyfriend. He looked back at you with nothing but adoration in those caramel eyes. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. It was sweet and tasted like the chocolate ice cream he had been finishing off.

“Still not as beautiful as you,” he cheesed back at you, as you playfully rolled your eyes, “you’re the prettiest sight in the world.”

“Alright Steve,” you dragged him towards the park, and you had unwittingly beaten him to it. He couldn’t have planned it any better himself…not it was just a matter of popping the question. The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket. You stopped in front of the bench where you’d shared your first kiss. You threw the wrapper from your cone away and turned to him, a saccharine smile on his face.

He mirrored your action and the two of you stared at each other softly. He let out a wistful little sigh before taking your face gently in your face in his hands, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You leaned into him and gently kissed him, letting your lips linger against his. You must have kissed him a million times by now, but it always felt so wonderful and knew each time.

“Angel, I…I have to say something before I lose the nerve,” your face dropped but he quickly shook his. He took your hands in his, before motioning for you to sit on the bench. You sat down and made room for him to sit next to you, but he didn’t. Your heart broke for a moment before you realized what he was doing. He got down on one knee in front of you and your mouth formed a small o in surprise.

“S-steve?” his name was a mere squeak as he reached for one of your hands, “what’re you…what’s going…Steve?”

“Listen,” you already felt tears welling up as he began to speak, “I think that this is going to be eloquent at all. I had those whole speech planned and now my mind feels empty but I’m just going to do it.”

“Stevie…”

“This is going to sound crazy but I’ve known you were the one for me since our first date,” he breathed nervously but there was a pretty smile on his face, “you almost killed me with that sundress, and how sweet you were, and that smile. God, you have the most beautiful smile. I know how we met wasn’t the most conventional and it feels weird to say it but I’m so glad you came into the ER that day.”

“I’m glad I broke my ankle,” you laughed softly, brushing away your tears with the back of your hand.

“I know it really wasn’t appropriate of me to ask you out,” he admitted, “but I’m glad I did. And now that I’ve had you had in my life, I can’t imagine my life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have our own family and everything. I don’t know if this is too soon to ask, and honestly I don’t really care. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And I guess, angel, I just want to know…will you marry me?”

“I…” you were trying to keep it together. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box, popping it open to reveal the prettiest ring you had ever seen. Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t help but throw your arms around him as you hugged him tightly, “oh, my love. Yes - yes. Of course I’ll marry you. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Really?” he sounded so genuinely surprised that it caused you to laugh softly as you nodded at him. He kissed you, a messy, sloppy little kiss of pure joy, “that’s amazing. I-I can’t wait to marry you either. You make me so happy, clumsy girl.”

“Stop,” you watched in awe as he slid the ring onto your finger. You admired it for a second, and even though it was beautiful and you loved it, you loved nothing more than the man in front of you, “you’re going to make me cry even more. Steve, this past year with you has been better than anything. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Beautiful,” he kissed your newly ringed finger before kissing your lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Steve,” you put your hand on his neck, leaning in to press your forehead against his, “is this what’s made you so nervous, love?”

“Yes,” he admitted sheepishly, “when you asked if I was breaking up with you, I almost gave it up. I had the exact opposite on my mind. I never want to break up with you, angel. All I want to do is spend forever with you.”

“Forever sounds good,” you agreed, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“How long have you been planning this?” he laughed nervously, his face growing warm, “you can tell me anything.”

“A long time,” he sighed softly as you beamed at him, “pretty much from that first night. Is that crazy to admit?”

“Nope,” you took his hand in yours and held it tightly, “I’ve known since then too. When you know, you know.”

“I can’t wait to call you my wife.”

“I can’t wait to call you my husband,” this all felt like a dream; a beautiful, wonderful dream. But his warm, gentle touch told you that it was all very real, “I love you.”

“I love you, angel. Forever.”

“Forever.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st #nurse!steve

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gyuv1nist · 1 year

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angel

han yujin x reader

whilst school trips were fun, your school decided to ruin it by designating pairs which you HAD to stay with to ensure maximum safety. fun right? it might’ve been if you had at least spoken to your pair once before. which you didn’t….

you were paired up with the school’s notorious heartthrob, han yujin. he wasn’t a player neither did he cater to all the attention he got. he just wanted to have fun with his friends and attempt to survive education. “so, coach rides huh?” he asks, as you stand outside the school waiting for the coach to pull up. the poor boy was terrified of you but refuses to let it ruin the trip especially considering his love for everland.

you wouldn’t call yourself popular in any way, but you certainly had a friend group which was deemed exclusive by everyone else. the unspoken rule was to never approach your group unless you approach them first, which was utter bullshit which none of you guys have said. but being the shy boy he was- he followed that rule.

“you aren’t great at starting conversations huh?” you smile, eyes lifting from your phone, looking at the boy standing in front of you. curse that unspoken rule, he’s actually kinda cute? “to be honest, i hate coaches. they have that smell which make me feel like throwing up everything in my system, so excuse me if i don’t talk much once we get on.”

for whatever reason, his eyes cast to your hands, where he must’ve seen your cute little ring which had angel wings and a gem in the middle which he assumed was your birth stone. “nice ring.”

was he really this awkward at making conversation with people?

“thanks!” your smile widens and you get up, noticing the coach finally arriving. even if it was where the cool kids sat, you absolutely refuse to sit at the back- it was too noisy and made you feel like shit.

by the time he snaps back into reality, he notices you've already gone ahead to enter the coach and he awkwardly jogs ahead of everyone attempting to catch up with you. whilst making small talk, you realise he’s been waiting to go to everland for so long so being the nice person you are, you whip out your phone and made a list of all the rides he wants to go on, which he absolutely adored.

there was a simple rule which you guys had to follow: stay with your pair until the end or else you’ll have to stick with the teachers for the rest of the trip. you walk through the park, taking in the vibrant colours of the carnival games, the sweet smell of cotton candy, and the bright lights of the ferris wheel. the air is filled with the scent of freshly popped popcorn and the sizzle of hot dogs on the grill. you can feel the cool breeze on your skin, which makes the warm day comfortable and perfect for outdoor activities.

as you and yujin wait in line for the rollercoaster, your nerves start to get the better of you and on the other hand yujin, who claims he’s usually fearless, seems to be feeling the same way. “i don't know if i can do this," he says, his voice shaking.

“it’s fine! it looks fun.” was it really smart to try to reassure someone when your voice was dripping with anxiety? you both climb into your seats, hearts racing. the coaster slowly climbs up the first hill, and you could swear that the handlebars were going to break from the iron grip you had on them.

you feel the force of the break and the harness loosen and you grab anything that’s in your reach to climb out the seat, still laughing and gasping for breath.

“hey come on! there’s way more we need to get through!” you giggle, grabbing his hand and dragging him to other rides. you weren’t usually so open so quickly, but there was something about yujin which made you feel comfortable, even if half the time he was in his own little world. plus, everything seems more exciting when you have adrenaline surging through your body.

and he was truly in his own little world, he couldn’t shake the fact that he loves how the your hand feels in his and can't help but steal glances at you every once in a while. he finds you adorable, seeing how excited you were lost in your own paradise.

whilst looking up proudly at the ride that was next, you notice he’s relatively quiet. uh oh, you didn’t take it too far with the hand holding did you? i mean, he definitely would’ve let go by now right? you tug on his hand and wave one of yours in his face.

“sorry, what were you saying?"

“i said let's go on this ride!" you point, pulling yujin towards the entrance. after being dragged like a puppy on a leash several times (with no complaints of course) you both sit on a bench, convinced that you have whiplash from all the rides you just sped through. “hey i think i’m gonna sit the next one out.” you exhale, wanting to sink into the ground. “or, if you want we can go for something calmer.” you suggest, looking around for possible attractions that wouldn’t make you feel like your bones were in a blender.

“anything you want angel.” pause.

oh shit, does adrenaline give you rizz as well?

“wait, oh my god that was not meant to come out no- wait i’m so sorry-.” whilst attempting to keep your own feelings and reactions in check, you look up at him and smile, cheeks tinted pink.

“it’s completely fine love, i like that nickname.” you grin, hoping that the blush that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. he reaches both his hands out and you take them willingly, letting him lead you to the next ride. you had no clue as to why you were suddenly so flustered by him, this was the first time you actually had spoken to him properly.

after walking for a while, he decides to go on a water ride. it seems calm and a lot of families are lining up for it, so it couldn’t be that extreme.

as you glide along the water ride with yujin, you feel the cool mist spraying onto your face and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair. you can hear the sounds of the water rushing by and the screams of joy from other riders in the distance. the colours of the park seem to blur together as you watch everything move by in a peaceful, dreamlike manner.

until you look down for a second and notice that your ring was missing. “where the fuck is my ring?” you almost stood up on the ride from the shock, you pat down your pockets and even check inside your shirt. there was no way it fell off, it was tight enough and you most definitely did not take it off on purpose. you look at the boy next to you and realise he’s a bit too stiff and nervous to be innocent.

“yujin, be completely honest with me right now. ”

“wait, i’m trying to find your ring, i’m sorry to say it’s not in the water.” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, eyes straight on his hand which was almost red from how hard he was squeezing it.

“did you take my ring?”

and he has the audacity to act surprised, almost insulted at your ‘accusation.’ “angel! how dare you say that about me, i have been nothing but nice to you today.”

unfortunately, you guys were too busy arguing to realise that the boat had been on a steep incline for a good few seconds. and before you knew it, you were clinging onto yujin’s side, screaming like there was no tomorrow and to make it even worse, a wall of water shoots up into the air and the rules of gravity states that whatever comes up… must come down.

the wave of water crashes down on you and yujin, drenching you both from head to toe. the force of the splash almost knocks you off your seat, and you could swear it felt like you were drowning for a moment.

“yujin, you better get to the point of this before i push you into this water.”

“okay okay okay, i’ll give you your ring back if you let me take you on a date. it’s okay if you don’t want to i’ll still gi-”

“a date and a new outfit once we get off this ride.”

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a/n : woooo yujin done! i feel like this also needs a part 2 tho... but i have been receiving sm love recently and it makes me so happy since i genuinely enjoy writing <333

#boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #boys planet 999 #boys planet #hanyujin #han yujin #han yujin x reader #han yujin scenarios #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader

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surshica · 1 year

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NINTENDO SWITCH !

SEVENTEEN - my little pony

masterlist <3

borders will indicate when it’s time to read the written portion!! + please excuse anything grammatically incorrect and any typos !!

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yn came back to the room and placed four hot chocolates on a mini table sitting down near heiya and usagi. she took small sips of the hot chocolate; the warm chocolate taste warmed up her somewhat cold body. slight chills went down her spine due to the contrast of the heat and cold in her body. the other girls were enjoying it as well, heiya looked over at yn—letting out a small sigh before running her fingers through her hair to get rid of the knots. “ynn~”

yn looked at her with a weird expression, she knew she wanted something with that tone and they were going to be questions about chishiya. “yes heiyaaa~” the tone was the same as hers with slight mockery in it. “can you tell us what happened between you and chishiya~” heiya shook yn gently. “in return we’ll have kuina talk about how her and ann got together!!” usagi chimed in; she already knew what happened but usagi still wanted the other girls to know.

yn grumbled at first but she caved in, her door was open since her roommate was literally just her cousin. she had noticed mira was leaning against the doorframe interested in the story time too. “well..chishiya and i believe it or not are just friends.” yn smiled clasping her hands together, kuina groaned facepalming herself while usagi started laughing, heiya she had a deadpanned look on her face. “don’t give us that my little pony bullshit..” kuina huffed while heiya shook yn a little harder.

yn started laughing, “ok ok i’ll tell you guys..i cant even say dont tell anyone because i feel like everyone knows something..” yn shrugged, taking another sip of hot chocolate. “well to be honest and to be quiet fair i don’t even know what we are??” yn even questioned it herself, “i thought we were rivals but now? i feel yeah..” yn didn’t know words to how describe her feelings.

she looked at the girl who were all staring at her to give what she wanted, a small smile formed on her lips, “i have liked that stupid blonde mf since middle school and yet i still can’t find the right enough courage to tell him,” “i feel as if i need to be a step ahead of him especially in academics, though the is quite hard” yn let out a low chuckle.

kuina’s eyes formed a smile as she started to giggle as if she met her favorite actor, heiya had a big smile on her face grabbing yn by her shoulders shaking her. “i mean the tension between you two is so painfully obvious..” usagi mentioned taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

“tension? there is no tension” yn laughed aloud, kuina just shook her head “babe i love you bit the tension between the two of you is very fucking obvious.” kuina sighed in a defeat like voice, “chishiya..he’s confusing but i assure you if you ask him out—“ “but i’m not going to ask him. why should i?”

usagi gasped, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE NOTGONNAASKHIMOUT” usagi was shaking her so much yn got dizzy. “IF YOU ARENT GONNA ASK HIM OUT YOU DESERVE AN AWARD FOR THAT ACT.” usagi had a distressed tone in her voice, yn had to physically put her hand on her shoulder to stop usagi from shaking her.

kuina and heiya looked at eachother with disappointed looks. “listen LISTEN, i probably have a better chance dating a rock then with chishiya.” yn tried to justify herself but that also had no justice. “why do you say that yn? you don’t know that” heiya questioned with a frown.

“he has like zero interest in a relationship, so therefore he would reject me simple!” yn crossed her arms near her chest acting like she put her foot down. kuina shook her head, “what about the time you two went to a cafe?” “he was being nice” “okay and the time he saved you from niragi?” “he was told to watch over me from mira..” “i call bullshit but that’s ok..how about the time you two almost kissed” “..well it was just a nice gesture yeah”

“yeah IT WAS A NICE GESTURE.” yn tried to convince herself that there was no tension and it was just friendly gestures. “if you don’t realize i’m going to slap you.” usagi deadpanned looked at yn, sending chills down her spine. “OKAY FINE. maybe he isn’t just being nice to me and MAYBE likes me.” a small smile broke out on her lips, “you know if it wasn’t for arisu something could’ve happened” yn shrugged off the thought.

“so would you consider asking him out?” heiya questioned the indecisive girl, “hmm maybe…maybe yeah.” yn has a small tint of rose blush form onto her cheeks.

mira smiled happily before walking back to her room, “did you hear that chishiya?” mira whispered so yn and the girls couldnt hear her, “yeah..” he sounded dry but his face said otherwise. his face has never felt warmer before. since they were on facetime mira was able to see it, she let out a small giggle closing the door behind her. “are you going to make the first move orr..” she left it open like a question, “maybe. but i think maybe i’ll let her do it.” a smile crept onto his face.

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willaferrreyra · 1 year

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okay but like, a fic where y/n works for kendall and is arguing with him for whatever reason and he kisses you in the middle of it?

honesty is such a lonely word — kendall roy x fem!reader

gif not mine

an argument breaks out as you help kendall prepare for his birthday party

851 words

contains: assistant!reader, strong language, kendall being an asshole, angst to fluff, happy ending :)

disclaimer: i do not proofread my work so please excuse any grammar mistakes/typos. i hope you enjoy! i really loved writing this request <3

You still remember the warnings that you received when you first accepted the job as Kendall Roy's assistant.

"He's a coked-up daddy's boy," your best friend remarked. "That's a recipe for an abusive working relationship, don't you think?"

And you took the warnings to heart. During your first week as Kendall's assistant, you were walking on eggshells around him, afraid that he would fly off the handle at the drop of a hat.

But he never did.

Kendall was a good boss, a great one even. Sure, he had his moments, but he always treated you with kindness and respect. He treated you like a friend.

Which is why you were surprised to find yourself in a quickly-escalating argument with him over something as stupid as his birthday plans.

"No, no, no. Say that again," he said. "What you just said, say it again."

"I said," you began. "That this party is screaming mid life crisis tech billionaire asshole. It's not you."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought you said. What the fuck makes you think that you can talk to me like that?"

An expression that resides somewhere between confusion and anger washed across your face.

You talked to Kendall like this all the time. At this point, you were more of an advisor than an assistant. You had gone to business school and you knew what you were talking about, so Kendall regularly consulted with you when it came to business. He respected your opinion and he especially respected how you were willing to tell the truth — even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

But none of that seemed to matter now. Now you were just an assistant who was expected to keep her mouth shut and nod.

"Ken," an exasperated chuckle escaped your throat. "I'm just being honest with you. That's our thing, I always tell you the truth. Do you want me to to start lying to you now just so you'll feel better about yourself?"

"Y/N, I don't want you to fucking lie, alright? Of course not. But I'd appreciate a little bit of respect, yeah? I didn't ask for your opinion on the party. Your job is to listen to what I want and to make it happen. Or is that too fucking difficult for you?"

And with that, you decided to stop being civil.

"Oh you want to talk about respect?" you retaliated. "Let's talk about respect. Let's talk about how this is no way to treat your goddamn friend."

Kendall's eyes widened at your use of the word "friend". You could've said assistant. Coworker even. But, no. You chose to say friend. Kendall didn't have many of those, not real ones anyways. Instead of firing back with another insult, he just continued to look at you, a lump forming in his throat. Was it guilt? Appreciation? Anger? He couldn't tell.

"I have stood by you," you continued. "Through your worst times. Your lowest of fucking lows. I've seen high out of your mind, I've seen you break down, I mean, fuck, I've seen you sick! I brought you soup when you had the flu! I've been here, not just as your assistant, but as your friend, and I will NOT let you stand here and talk to me like that."

Kendall continued to look at you, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how to communicate just how grateful he was for all that you've done. Unsure of how to apologize. The fact that you looked so beautiful when you got angry certainly wasn't helping him come up with a coherent response.

He'd always thought that you were beautiful but something about the way you looked now, hair slightly out of place, sleeves rolled up revealing the dainty bracelet that you wore each day, chest heaving up and down as you breathed heavily. You were positively mesmerizing.

"Oh, the silent treatment. I see," you returned his gaze. "Fine, I'll just go review the fucking guest list then. You wi—"

Before you had the chance to finish your thought, Kendall's lips collided with yours. He poured everything that he was thinking into that kiss. I'm sorry. I appreciate you. Please forgive me for being a ridiculous asshole. And you felt all of it. Every single emotion he poured into you, you gladly received.

By the time he pulled away, you felt like you were drunk. Was the room spinning or was your pounding heart playing tricks on you?

"Ken, I-" you started.

He shook his head. "No, fuck, I don't know where that came from. I'm sorry. Sorry for the kiss and the fucking argument. That wasn't cool."

"You don't need to apologize," you reached out to grab his hand. "For the kiss, that is. I accept the apology for the argument."

He smiled and ran his thumb up and down the back of your hand.

"You're sure you won't be too embarrassed showing up to a party that screams mid life crisis tech billionaire asshole?"

"For you?" you laughed. "I’ll manage.”

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #succession #succession fic

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 months

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Metal type; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author's note*

Well this came at a funny moment, plus after seeing some posts of how Eddie Munson and Patrick Verona from 10 things I hate about you are similar, I figured why not do this fic with a fun little twist at the ending. Unlike my Halloween fic there's not much warnings here but I'll still list them as followed:

Warnings: parental death, grief, drugs (not hardcore just cigarettes and joints mentioned), some angst but ends with fluff at the end.

Enjoy the fic my darlings :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

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There’s been a lot of rumors going around lately. Now me I typically stay out of that gossiping chain because it’s just a bunch of hens clucking up the coop where they don’t need to be sticking their beaks into. But when the rumor’s involve (Y/n), that starts perking up my ears like a deer.

Now lately my girl’s (well at least in my head she’s my girl, I haven’t gotten the balls to ask her out yet but I have my reasons! Like this for example) been going through a rough patch. Her mom just passed away from breast cancer and it’s been hard on her not only having to go through the whole funeral process and trying to figure out how to keep the house, and trying to deal with all of that whilst still going to school and trying to finish off senior year.

She shouldn’t need all this stress. She deserves to have fun her last year of school, not be dealing with house mortgage, trying to sell her mom’s stuff or put it in storage, keep paying off the funeral and hospital bills, Jesus Christ she shouldn’t deal with this. Now I have tried to at least help her but she’s been pushing me away telling me and the guys that she’s fine and that she doesn’t want to burden us with all this family drama.

Now I may have been young when I lost my mom, but I remember the stress that Wayne felt having to go through mom’s stuff since my old man sure as hell wasn’t going to do any of it. But that’s not even the worst part of the rumors.

Hawkins is a small town where everyone knows everyone blah blah blah blah, but there is a new face that’s been around Hawkins since the start of the new year. Some guy from Seattle named Patrick Verona. Now if I’m honest, he seems like a descent guy. Good taste in music, pretty metal looking, not into sports or anything like most guys are. But he’s been hanging around (Y/n) far too much and he doesn’t even go to our school and yet people are saying they’re dating.

Again I’ve tried not to believe the rumors but I have seen how Patrick seems to be there whenever (Y/n) is too depressed to be around anyone else. Always having an arm around her, allowing her a shoulder to cry on, and even kissing her tears away. I can do all of that, hell we’ve been friends since middle school! Why can’t she allow me to do any of that stuff for her!? I want to be there for her so why isn’t she letting me help her out!?

It was lunchtime and once again (Y/n) hadn’t shown up for lunch. I silently munched on my pretzels.

“(Y/n) not joining us again?” I heard Henderson say.

“Nope.” Said Jeff.

“I think I heard she went off with that Patrick guy again. Saw his bike coming up during third block just before the lunch bell rang.” Said Gareth.

“And my best guess is she’s gonna miss Hellfire again.” Whined Wheeler.

“Back off Wheeler!” I snapped throwing a pretzel at his head. “She has a very good excuse to miss so many meetings. Grief isn’t something that can just be put on hold like a stupid laundry basket game or a dentist appointment.”

“Ow! Jesus…..” Wheeler whined.

“He didn’t mean it Eddie.” Henderson tried to lighten up Wheeler’s insensitive comment.

“Really cause I think he was making a statement on how I should run my club. Am I wrong Wheeler?” I sneered lowly.

“No Eddie I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” Even for his weak-ass apology, I dropped it and went back to my snacked lunch.

“To be fair though Eddie, normally this many missed Hellfire meetings results in automatic banishment from the club. You sure you ain’t just going easy on her because you love her?” Gareth said bluntly. I smacked him upside the head.

“Continue to say stupid shit like that and I’ll think about the banishment for another member of this group.” I threatened which got him to shut up and look back down at his tray. When I looked up I soon spotted (Y/n) heading for the back doors.

Quickly I grabbed my lunchbox and chased after her. I at least wanted to check up on her and see how she’s been doing since last I saw her a week or so ago.

“(N/n) wait! Wait!” I charged out the main doors of the school and she turned to face me.

“Oh Eddie, it’s you.”

“Yeah, sorry bout that didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t.” she looked extremely exhausted. Bags upon bags were under her eyes and the poor thing looked exhausted. The usual bubbly girl that I loved was nothing more than a shell of her former self. Hell this girl would even sleep in class, the one thing she’s never done for as long as I’ve known her.

“So—so listen I uhh—I know it’s been hard lately for you. But I-uhh…I was wondering if you’d like to uhh…..have a movie night after Hellfire at my place? I’ll let you pick out any of your favorites, even if it’s that cheesy rom-com shit that I don’t like.”

“Eddie, that’s sweet of you but I—”

“Hey girlie, everything alright here?” that Australian accent (which I think is fake) came up and soon Patrick came up wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s shoulders and in his other hand a bag of McDonalds, all the while holding a toothpick between his teeth.

“Everything’s fine Patrick.” My jaw ticked as (Y/n) introduced us, “I don’t think you both have been properly introduced. Eddie this is Patrick, Pat this is Eddie Munson.”

“Ohh Eddie? The Eddie Munson? Well nice to meet you mate.” Being the gentleman, we both shook hands and I said trying not to sound condescending.

“You too man. Nice ride.”

“What that old thing? A hand me down by my dad. Trying to save up for a real sweet ride. May even take this little lady for a joy ride. God knows she needs it.” He lightly jostled her which made her smile what almost resembled her real, sunshine smile (the smile that I always got out of her, the smile that rivals all the stars in the sky, the smile that I wish I could make her do again, but they all seem to be reserved for Patrick Verona now).

“So uhh about……” I started back up the conversation between (Y/n) and I but she said.

“Eddie I’m sorry but Patrick and I have some plans tonight. Maybe some other time?”

“Yeah, yeah sure no uhh—no problem. Just figure I’d offer.” I said nonchalantly as I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kicked a couple of pebbles at my feet.

“And Eddie, about Hellfire I……”

“No need. Your temporary leave is still accepted. Just come to me whenever you’re ready to return.”

“Thanks for understanding Eddie.”

“C’mon sugar glider, better get going before someone sees us.” Patrick said as he took them over to his bike.

“See yah around Eddie.” She said to me.

“Yeah, yeah see yah.” She got behind Patrick and wrapped her arms around him as he placed a second helmet on her head before revving his bike and pulled on out of the parking lot driving off down the road. “That manipulative son of a bitch.” I walked back inside and prepared for the remaining day of hell.

The day came and went and I found myself over at Family video just to browse but also to return some of the movies that needed to be returned (they may also have been late I honestly can’t remember).

“And he just waltz up and has her pinned up to his side like an ornament.” I ranted. “And seriously I cannot take that accent seriously, don’t you think it’s fake?”

“Eddie, you’ve gotta stop obsessing over this Patrick guy, it’s not healthy.” Robin told me.

“I can’t Robin! The guy’s completely taking advantage of her! I can’t just sit idly by anymore as some metal-head biker punk comes into town, and swoops down at her like a hawk.”

“You know it is kinda scary how he almost resembles you. Same wild hair, same eyes, you sure you don’t gotta brother or something?” Steve asked as he was stacking some videos.

“Not helping here Harrington.” I grumbled.

“Eddie, how do you know this is like a romantic thing? I mean, take me and Steve. We hang out all the time and we’re not together.”

“Oh absolutely not. Yet I’ll always have Robin’s back if she needs it.”

“Strictly platonic. With a capital PLAH. Have you seen them kiss on the lips?”

“No. But that doesn’t mean they probably don’t do it behind closed doors. Plus couples don’t always make lip to lip contact in public.”

“You can kiss platonically too. I see the cheerleaders doing it all the time, course it’s that fake Barbie air-cheek kiss but still they do it. You’re letting your imagination run wild, again.”

“Plus man if you had told her how you felt in the first place, maybe this wouldn’t be happening.” Steve added.

“I told you man, I was going to tell her but then she got the call from the hospital about her mom’s diagnosis. It—didn’t feel right to tell her. She needed her best friend, not a confession to think over while her mom’s dealing with sudden stage 4 breast cancer.”

“I agree with him on that Steve.” Robin said.

“Okay, okay but still you just…..gotta relax, okay? Look maybe he’ll move on after a while and forget about (Y/n).”

“It’s impossible to forget about her, that girl can make anyone fall in love with her.” I grumbled. The bell rang and speak of the devil himself, Patrick came strolling in and he said.

“I’m told this is where you can get some good films.”

“Yeah, yeah what can we help you with?” Steve spoke up.

“Something upbeat and funny. Sugar glider needs it for tonight.” Sugar glider? Wait that’s what he had called (Y/n) yesterday, she isn’t…..after rejecting our daily movie night she goes off and has a movie night with this asshole? I swear if he weren’t so relatable, I’d beat his ass right now.

“Okay well comedies are just over there man.”

“Thanks mate, say you two wouldn’t happen to be Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley would you?”

“We are, how do you know our names?” Robin said.

“(Y/n) has told me a lot about you two. Especially how you two have been helping her out with sorting through her mum’s belongings. My thanks to you both.” So she goes off and tells this guy about all of us but she doesn’t say a word about you?

“Yeah, yeah it was no problem. She’s helped us out so it was only fitting we’d help her out.” Robin said as she was stacking some tapes along the shelf. As Patrick picked out some of (Y/n)’s favorite comedies like Beverly Hills Cop, Ferris Buller’s Day off, Back to the Future, and the Princess Bride. As Robin rang them up for him, he turned to me and asked, “Now (Y/n) told me you’re the one to go to with some good deals on weed. You got anything in stock?”

Weed? Doesn’t he know that (Y/n) hates the smell of weed? Hell the girl’s allergic to cigarette smoke! Which is why I always make it appoint to never, ever under any circumstances wear the same clothes I smoke in around her let alone smoke around her. Hell I’ll have the trailer burning multiple scented candles just to rid of the smell, yeah it gives me and Wayne headaches but it’s worth it so that she’s comfortable.

“What’s the occasion?” I demanded.

“Nothing special, just need a refill. Ran out of my own stuff and of course (Y/n) don’t have anything.” Jesus this guy is really gonna smoke around her?

“Regretfully I’m out of stock at the moment.”

“Damn, oh well. Gas station always has some smokes.” Jesus this guy is a grade A asshole. And not in the popular jock standard, I mean just straight up insensitive asshole. “Later.” He then walked out after paying for the videos.

“You see what I mean?!” I snapped lowly.

“The guy’s just asking for some smokes Eddie. You do it all the time.” Said Steve.

“Yeah but not around (Y/n)! Jesus I don’t even know why I’m still talking to you guys.” I rubbed my face into my hands in annoyance.

“Eddie, why don’t you just go home? Relax, have a drink, and just get your mind off of Patrick and (Y/n). I’m telling you you’re getting too involved in this and your imagination is running away with you.” Suggested Robin. I stuffed my hand into the twizzlers jar taking a handful of them, bit into one and stormed out of the store.

As I lay across my bed twirling a twizzler in my hand I couldn’t help but think about (Y/n) and Patrick. The more I thought about them together, the more my blood boiled and my other hand kept fidgeting with my rings.

“Screw it!” I sneered lowly before getting up, grabbing my keys and racing off toward her house. I parked a bit off from her house and slowly walked up towards her hedges and hid behind them. I slowly peeked over her window and saw (Y/n) sitting on the couch talking on the phone with someone while her TV was paused on Beverly Hills Cop.

Patrick soon came in with two beers and plopped down right next to her. He set the beers down and had an arm wrapped around her and he looked at her concerningly. His ringed hand stroking the top of her shoulder. She then hung the phone up and I saw her lower her face into her hands in defeat. Patrick stroked his hand through her hair and the two of them briefly exchanged words.

I then watched as (Y/n) got up from the couch but Patrick suddenly grabbed her by her waist and pulled her over his lap and he gave her a peck to her forehead. She gave him a gently slap to the chest before he allowed her to get up off his lap. But again, just as she walked two steps, he sat up, grabbed her by the waist again and pulled her back across his lap and pecked her twice this time on both her cheeks. She shoved at his face playfully and told him something that I couldn’t understand but he allowed her to get up a third time.

As she got up, he then grabbed her and they playfully went down to the ground as he wrestled on top of her tickling her, I could hear the faint sounds of her laughter coming out from the window.

So it is true, she really did find someone better than me. Well if that’s her decision then—I can’t stop her. But this guy should at least have the decency in knowing of what she likes. I walked over to the door and knocked on it rapidly. I heard the laughter stop and footsteps coming to the door and opening it was (Y/n)m her hair a bit disheveled from their wrestling I had just seen.

“Eddie, what are you—”

“I need to talk to Patrick.”

“Uhh okay.” I didn’t wait for her to open the door as I just stormed in. When I saw him getting up from the floor, he looked up at me and said.

“Well this is a surprise. Did you end up finding some smokes left over?” that smug-eating grin came across his face.

“Even if I did have any smokes or left over joints, I would tell you one thing. Don’t you ever smoke it around (Y/n), okay? She can’t stand the smell of it, not to mention she’s allergic to cigarette smoke. And that’s no joke, okay? Her breathing becomes so tight she can barely breathe, it’s like she’s going into anaphylactic shock if she even smells a whiff of it. So if you’re gonna date her, don’t you ever do that in front of her.”

“What?” he said confused with a head tilt.

“No, no you pay attention because you don’t know just how lucky you are man!” I snapped. I jostled his shoulders and emphasized each point I made with a firm poke to his chest. “You better treat this lady like a Queen, okay? Because if I had someone like (Y/n) (L/n) I would bring her her favorite flowers every chance I got. And they aren’t roses because she says roses are too cliché, you understand? Her favorite flowers are blue orchids, you got that blue orchids. Because they bring out her bright, beautiful eyes. And when she’s sick, she gets chicken ramen just like how her mom used to make for her with a side of saltine crackers. I would be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. And I would spend every second of every day trying to get her to smile because she—she has the most beautiful smile that I’ve missed so much. And that I would do anything to see that smile again.”

I turned to look at (Y/n) who was staring at me with this wide-eyed look of awe. Even though my heart was aching at the fact I had now spilled my feelings for her even though she’d never be mine, I—I had to at least let her know that I’ll always be there for her.

“But she chose you. So……you better do just that. And much more to make her happy, especially now. Because that’s what I would do.” I released Patrick’s shoulders and went to walk out the door but (Y/n) quickly got to the door before me and shut it, staring up at me with soft but sad eyes.

We both stared at each other until she slowly walked towards me. I looked down shamefully but I soon felt her take my face in between her hands and her lips soon met mine. Her arms slid around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist bringing her closer to me as I kissed her back.

“See what’d I tell yah? He’s your penguin.” Patrick’s voice said. We separated and saw he was leaning up against the wall, toothpick in mouth with a wide grin.

“What?”

“Eddie, I’d like for you to formally meet Patrick Verona. My cousin.” She told me. I looked to Patrick in shock who grinned at us again and gave me a two-finger salute.

“Your—your cousin……”

“Well when we call each other cousins its more loosely. I treat my little sugar glider like she’s my little sister.” Patrick told me.

“He’s been a real familial support system that I haven’t been getting with the rest of the family ever since mom got sick. After the funeral he just—showed up and he’s been staying here ever since helping me out with all this stuff.”

“Aunt (M/n) was the glue that kept the family together and ever since her death, the family’s been divided and (Y/n) has been stuck in the middle while still trying to finish school. I couldn’t let her go through all that drama and stress alone. One of us has to at least be successful, right sis?” He gave her a wink which made (Y/n) shake her head.

“They were right, I’m a complete dumbass.” I muttered.

“Look mate, any man whose willing to allow me to take this girl as my own, is a real man in my books. Even though if we did hook up we’d have some ugly-ass kids.” The three of us softly laughed. Patrick came up to me and placed a strong hand to my shoulder softly jostling it around, “You know, I haven’t heard my little sugar glider talk about a boy the way she talks about you Eddie Munson. Now I see that you are truly something special to my little cousin.” I turned over to (Y/n) and said.

“More than anything in this whole world.” (Y/n) softly smiled as she placed her hand over her heart.

“Then you have my permission to date her, but just know this. If you ever break her heart or mistreat her,” the sound of a switchblade came out and I froze as the gleam of the blade came below my chin.

“Patrick!” (Y/n) exclaimed. As quick as he had brought it out, he sheathed it back and put it back into his pocket.

“Just for a word of warning.” He gave me a hard pat on the back and walked out ruffling (Y/n) hair before saying. “Be back in a few hours, don’t have too much fun you two lovebirds.” Patrick then left the house leaving the two of us alone.

“I am so sorry about that, I swear that man acts like the fucking Joker sometimes.”

“He’s more metal than I ever could be.” (Y/n) came up and wrapped her arms around me.

“I think you are just the right amount of metal for me Eddie.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” We both smiled and kissed each other again when a bang at the window spooked us apart and there stood Patrick giving us a warning glare (well mainly at me). (Y/n) flipped him off and tossed a pillow at the window. He stuck his tongue mockingly before disappearing from the window.

So the rest of the night was spent cuddling up on the couch watching her favorite movies until we both ended up falling asleep together. By morning I noticed a blanket had been put around us both and I knew I wasn’t the one to have done it and neither had (Y/n). There I saw a note on the table and it read:

Take care of my little sugar glider. And if you’re ever interested in some embarrassing stories she hasn’t told you from when we were kids, meet me for some smokes later this evening at the Hideout.

Patrick

I smiled and looked down at my best girl and kissed the top of her head. At least we both had something in common besides physical appearances and our outlook on the world, we both care deeply for this girl that’s in my arms and want nothing but the best for her as she tries to move on from her grief.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #steve harrington #robin buckley #patrick verona

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skylinx2o · 13 days

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Admittedly, I've been feeling terrible lately. I didn't even finish my weekly drawing and broke my now months long streak. I thought I would be able to do it, but my emotions weighted me down too much. I might go back to drawing one art every two weeks.

Anyway, I feel like I should do more fun things. I mean, drawing is fun, and I love creating stories for my OCs, but I do have a lot of other interests. And tho I'm sticking to talking about LEGO today, I want to talk more and get out of my shell. And maybe give you more insight into me as a person.

So today I'm going to talk about my favourite LEGO themes and why I love the series, plus how I personally got i to all of them. It's not a normal review whatsoever, just an excuse to ramble about my interests freely. Just remember this is my experience and my feelings.

(And it's not at all like I'm making this post because I need all of this to prepare for a speaking class and the only way to motivate myself is by making a post about it o _o Come on, I'm killing two birds with one stone here!)

Okay, so, my all-time favourite themes are (in chronological order to when I found them):

1. Bionicle

Honourable mention: Hero Factory

2. Ninjago

3. Legends of Chima

4. Monkie Kid

5. Dreamzzz

1. So. Bionicle. I have a weird history with Bionicle. My dad's friends used to get movies for us, and one day it just happened that my dad's friends gave us a pen drive with Bionicle: Legend Reborn on it. I think I would be around... Seven or eight when I watched it I've seen fans say that it was a pretty weak film, but I didn't know Bionicle back then, and I really enjoyed it! That movie was a soft reboot of the series, and as someone who started their Bionicle obsession with that movie, in my opinion it worked really well as a standalone supposed to capture new audiences. I really loved the sense of mystery that was probably lost on new fans. It wasn't exactly explained what or who Mata Nui was, besides him being a warrior who lost his people. And the ending... I really thought there would be a sequel to it, and was really intrigued by whom the great beings were, and what happened to the world, why Mata Nui knew them, what the giant ahh robots were supposed to do.

Of course, when a few years later in middle school I looked for the sequel, I didn't find it. And to be honest, the ending was disappointing to me. However, there was a whole other storyline in Bionicle to catch up on! And so one faithful summer was spent reading all the comics I could find, reading wiki pages one after another, playing Mata Nui online game obsessively, refusing to use a walkthrough. Believe me when I say I was obsessed!

And then out of nowhere in 2015 g2 came out, and I was stoked since I missed out on practically the whole g1 as it was being made. (I mean, it's understandable, I was born the same year the first Bionicle movie came out.) I mean, can you blame me for being excited? A dead franchise that I just started becoming a devoted fan of is suddenly revived from the grave. I felt like the luckiest person on earth that day. Honestly, g2 was a lot simpler than g1, but I really like it, even if most people said it sucked. Sure, it wasn't exactly like g1, and even I cringed a few times when watching the g2 show, but for what it was, it was cool in my eyes, and loved finding all the g1 references. And there were quite a few of them! The story of g2 was simpler, but for little kids I think it would've been fine. But alas, LEGO did a crap job promoting it, and it died early, with an ending that was so bad even I can't defend it. It just didn't make sense, and it was rushed as hell. But I still wished it would've continued.

I love both generations for different things, and I'm sad I didn't get any g2 sets when they were out (Lewa was my favourite one). But years later I managed to get a promotional anniversary set of Tahu and Takua, and you wouldn't believe my happiness when I was building it. It's strange being a relatively new fan compared to others I see online, but I still remember seeing Bionicle commercials, and even have a very vague memory of seeing a Phantoka commercial on our ancient TV. I mean come on, I was so into it, I even learned the Matoran alphabet! My mom had to listen to my countless rambling, and if I ask her about Bionicle today, she still remembers some answers, that's how much into it I was. Hell, this blog started as a Bionicle blog before I moved fully to Monkie Kid content.

Okay, this Bionicle ramble is getting a tad long, so I'll wrap this up. Would I recommend Bionicle to anyone? Well... Not really, unless you like long lore researching adventures. The story is so convoluted, with many sides stories, and it went on for so many years, that despite my obsession I still probably missed like, 40% of the lore. G1 at least, wouldn't vibe with casual audience probably. G2 might be easier on the brain, despite it having some deeper lore too. Plus, there's the cultural appropriation issue, that I'm not qualified to talk about, but others already made pages long blogs and articles about. Plus the weird gender situation. But, it's still a good story in my eyes, despite its many faults. But that's just me, and if you didn't catch on yet, I'm already deep in this hole and there's no getting out of here now.

Honourable mention: This brings us to Hero Factory. I watched the first few episodes at around the same time as the first Bionicle movie. Came from the same source as before. I think it deserves a mention, because I still loved it, and did some lore digging, but I wasn't as obsessed with it as the other positions on the list. I didn't like the later stuff as much, tho some concepts were really cool too. But the story of the first episodes was really well done, and worked great as a movie. The fights were tense, and when watching it for the first time, I couldn't really know if the characters would be okay. Honestly, it got me really excited and invested. A factory of heroes is a unique concept, and I always found it intriguing how they made the robot society work. But, I don't think it needed more time than it needed, unlike Bionicle, where I didn't like the ending of either generation. I think it wrapped things up quite well with the first episodes, and the later ones just feel like cool side stories, and it works in my opinion.

This one I would definitely recommend, because I feel like it's underrated, and it's not long. Like I said, the version I got was just a one movie like compilation. I checked and there's just 11 episodes. It would probably take 1–2 hours to watch it, not counting the later movies and all.

2. Next one is Ninjago! I started watching it almost from the start. I must have been around ten or so... The episodes aired on TV, so I had easy access to it! I almost never missed an episode, and watched even the reruns. And believe me, I was hypnotised when watching it. Tho, starting from rebooted I watched the episodes online, first in my native language, then in English since I started getting too impatient to wait. This was my first obsession. For the longest time, when people asked me what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to be a ninja. One of my oldest OCs is Mika, and she grew up with me. Whenever a new season was to come, I would design a new suit for her. I have a whole dedicated blog to her, I wonder if you all can find it lol. Anyway, for a kid's show, the first seasons were really well written, and the show could be dark when it wanted, but it didn't lack jokes, and most were very funny. And honestly, Ninjago had a really big impact on my life. It taught me not to give up, and it made me want to make the world a better place. Grade school was a horrible time for me, and Ninjago was like my escape. Tho, I might have daydreamed about it too much at one point...

I started distancing myself from Ninjago around hands of time. I didn't watch the show as regularly, catching up on seasons long after they aired. I think that's also where the writing quality started dropping… I just didn't like it as much any more. But it should've been expected with a series that went on for so long. I'm not one of the people who think old Ninjago was better than anything. It wasn't perfect at all. But I didn't like the short format of newer seasons. But then secrets of forbidden spinjitzu dropped, and i as a person started getting better too, so I went back to Ninjago, and while it wasn't still the best and people had a lot of issues I loved those few next seasons. I mean, they somehow hit right into my interests with those seasons. First the adventure movies like atmosphere with the Egyptian like tomb, then they get sucked into a video game, then the very DnD like feeling Shintaro. It was right up my alley. My love for Ninjago was back in full force by then. So you can imagine how sad I was when the word that Ninjago was ending started going around. The series has been with me for half my life. My friends even knew how much I liked it, my best IRL friend even bought me a Ninjago set for Christmas one time. But you know, I thought it was probably Ninjago's time. Nothing can last forever after all, and it had a very good run. Why not end it when the story was still quite alright? And then… Crystallized happened. I didn't watch Crystallized. I heard the spoilers, and I wasn't… thrilled. Especially with Harumi. And people hated that season. It left a bitter taste in my mouth. It didn't feel like a send-off Ninjago deserved.

So you can imagine how damn happy I was about Dragon Rising! And surprise, it's the best Ninjago has been in a while! I absolutely loved the first season. The new characters are wonderful, and that change was certainly what Ninjago needed. And the fact that it's merged with one of other of my beloved LEGO series only makes it better. And that's probably my cue to move to it hehe

So, would I recommend Ninjago? Yeah. Its story is easy to follow, you just need to watch the show. If you're ready to watch sixteen+ seasons that it! Even the worse seasons have some value to them I'd argue. But I may be biased with how close to my heart that series is.

3. Yeah boy, Legends of Chima! I started watching Chima around the same time I started watching Ninjago, and I was equally hooked. And yes, my mom remembers this one as well, I watched it every time it was on too. Actually, I think the first fanfiction I've ever written was about Chima. With a pencil on paper. I think that, while the other series captivated me because of magic or the setting or the action, in Chima it was the characters and their dynamics mostly, despite there being plenty of magic powers and action too, plus a unique setting. The main characters all have distinct personalities, and it's fun to see how their personalities clash or work together. I think it's cool because the conflict between lions and crocodiles takes the main stage in the first season. Later seasons are great too, and they shake things up to make things interesting quite well. The lore isn't as broad as in other series, but it's pretty cool and interesting either way. There were some unique concepts there. I can't explain my love for this theme as well as with other series, because I don't think there was anything big that made me like it. It's just a cool show. I think what there was has been satisfying, tho young me was really sad and angry it ended anyway. But it's great for what it was. But I can't say I'm not happy that Chima is now merged with Ninjago, and it works so well together, and I absolutely love Lord Ras.

I would absolutely recommend it. It's a fun show, and only three seasons long. It can be both fun and serious, and I definitely had a blast watching it.

4. Now one of my newer obsessions! Monkie Kid! I watched the pilot in Chinese when it came out, then I promptly forgot about the series and binge-watched it all when season 3 came out. I was reading about Journey to the West long before the series was announced, since I have a liking for old stories and legends and myths and stuff. And Asian cultures fascinate me. I blame Ninjago with its Japanese influence and all the martial arts movies that were on the TV all the time. Plus Mulan and Kung Fu Panda. Anyway, I can't say much about how accurate it is or anything since I'm not Chinese, but I think the show is great. I noticed a lot of references to Journey To The West. No shocker here, it's inspired by it. But being in this fandom made me learn a lot of new things about China, tho I still have a bunch of things to learn. I'm no expert yet. Tho, I try my best to be respectful.

Umm... Like I said, not much to say about how accurate the story is. But I really liked Journey to the West, so naturally I like Monkie Kid too. Plus, MK i really relatable to me. I feel like my personality is really similar to his, tho I'm more introverted. For some reason, I relate to this portrayal of Macaque and Wukong as well.

I dare to say that from all the series so far, I find this one to be the most well written. I just find the writing to be the most impactful. Plus, the artstyle is very different from other LEGO shows. Action scenes are really fun. The artstyle definitely works in its favour. And yeah, I would recommend this show 100%.

5. And finally, the newest addition to the LEGO series, Dreamzzz! The show is really new and just starting, but I love the concept and the writing! Plus again, I really relate to Mateo. The characters feel like real people you would meet, and how they interact feels realistic. And I found myself liking even the characters that annoyed me, because their personalities were the realistic type of annoying, one that you might find out in the wild. And the concept of a dream world just really speaks to me. And it gives the creators a lot of creative freedom. All wacky things can happen in a dream after all. One thing I didn't expect in the show was the secret agency, and I think it's a clever addition to the story.

I would recommend this series. I hope it'll have a bright future, and that the writing will stay this good.

Well, time to wrap all of this up. Whoever suffered through this whole ramble deserves a juice and a cookie 🍪🧃 For a few finishing thoughts... I noticed a lot of the series I like blend magic powers and technology together. I just thought it's interesting. And I wanted to mention that the songs for Bionicle, Ninjago and Chima absolutely slap. I used to listen to them on repeat all the time lol Even my mom really enjoyed those songs

Yeah, I don't know what this post was for, I just felt like writing all that :v

#long ahh post #pointless rambling #bionicle #lego bionicle #hero factory #lego hero factory #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #lego ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #lego dragons rising #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #dreamzzz #lego dreamzzz

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collectivecloseness · 5 months

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Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?��

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

#guys I swear I’m not making these up the numbers all match thank god I’ve been obsessed with my character playlists this year lmao #great choices!#also I know enter sandman was 91 but it’s maybe my fav Metallica song forgive me for inc it lol #as a note this plot was either gonna be this or Eddie in a v 80s cherry bomb crop top #ONE DAY I will write Steve and Eddie properly into a crop top it is an important mission in my life #but another plot I had for a rq has someone in an outfit to do with the song #these r definitely turning into more like fics not blurbs sorry hope that’s okay lmao #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson blurb #stranger things #my fics #ask #anon #2k

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codename-mom · 8 months

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Let's talk about Hotch

Waiting for me to (write and) publish the next chapters of “Code Name: Mom”, here is a little post about a stunning scene which happened in season 9, in the famous episode: Route 66. Yes, I’ll talk about this moment where Hotch apologizes before he passes out.

Why I want to talk about that? Well, because, most of the time, the reaction of fans is to laugh at it. People find this scene hilarious because they think that the attitude of Hotch is ridiculous. In everyone’s mind, nobody apologizes before losing consciousness.

True. And then, I don’t think that this moment was that fun to be honest. I think that it illustrates pretty well the complexity of his way of thinking and even the way he sees himself around his team members.

Let’s explain it.

I think that nobody will be surprised if I say that Hotch received a strict education. He’s always stiff, he phrases distinctively, he has a great culture and he’s always polite no matter what. We know that his father was a lawyer (so wealthy) and that his mother went to a prestigious school. Now, if we think about the reasons why we excuse ourselves, it can be:

because we want to go somewhere but someone prevents us to go further,

because we hurt someone (physically or morally),

because we bump into someone else,

or because we need some information and we have then to disturb someone.

In the last two examples, the need to be forgiven comes from the fact that we know we have disturbed another human being. We break into their daily routine and stop their activity, which means that they can be angry. We apologize to avoid to be hurt in return.

What’s the matter with that scene, you’ll tell me? Actually, think again about the reasons why we apologize. Hotch didn’t excuse himself because he tried to get into the meeting room, and he didn’t seem to have hurt anyone around. Then, he bumped into no one and didn’t ask for information, but he still apologizes because he knows that he’s going to disturb the members of his team. Even if he has a poor inner perception, he knows that he’s losing consciousness and knows that his agents will have to drop everything to take care of him even if they have better things to do (like start the investigation, for example). And as he was raised to be polite, he says: “Excuse-me” (like you can do when you’re feeling nauseous and have to escape in a middle of a family reunion: you fail to be there, and your relatives will be worried about you).

That said, we can dig deeper.

There is a thing that uninvolved people mustn’t know, and this is that shy people can be ridiculously polite. “Ridiculously”, because they’ll ask for forgiveness when they haven’t done anything wrong (for ex, someone bumps into them, and they apologize). Hotch is clearly a shy guy who doesn’t like to be the center of the attention. He’s tall, impressive, has a deep voice and he’s good looking, so gazes are naturally attracted by him. But unlike Derek who’s playing with that, Hotch avoids to put himself on the front of the stage. He never says that he’s the BAU director (and as so the superior of the others), never took credits for their work (that’s why he knew that Spencer was sending a message to him when he said that he was narcissist) and stands always in the background when his men talk to witnesses (except when there are violent individuals – then he stands in the middle – he is always standing behind his agents and let them lead the interview).

And his shy side rises all the more when he’s back to civil life (and when he puts his protective suits into the closet). We all see it when he’s with Jack, Jessica, or Beth: he’s lacking confidence, lows his eyes and he looks clumsy. He’s afraid to hurt, to do the wrong move and to be ridiculous. Aaron is light-years away from Hotch talking about self-confidence. And this mistrust in us comes often with shyness. And what shyness is? Well, it’s only the fear to disturb someone else. And when you’ve got this fear, deeply rooted into your heart, you can excuse yourself because you’re going to pass out. Because you know that the people will going to stop their activity to watch for you. Hotch excuses himself to become suddenly the center of the attention when people are dying at the other side of the country. Hotch apologizes to disturb his neighbors when they have to catch a murderer.

And we can even go further.

Indeed, in place of asking for apologize, he could have said: “I’m not feeling good”, “a moment please” or “call 911”. With the BAU we are in a team dynamic where everybody’s helping the others and where we do care for each other. Helping a fallen comrade must be natural. With this logic, he shouldn’t be worried for his coworkers to taking care of him. And then, he apologizes. Why?

Well, the answer can come from this headcanon of mine that Hotch thinks that the agents under his command don’t like him (at least, not as much as he loves them). In his mind, his employees are, for the better, indifferent to his presence or, worse, hate him fiercely. Let me remind you that the only time he asks them what they think about him, he helped them by saying that he has no sense of humor (which is not such a big flaw in my opinion) and then they said, in return, that he was a drill sergeant, a bully and a macho. And if, like I think, he took this for real, those three flaws – which are quite big actually – are engraved in his memory for ever. For him, the members of his team appreciate each other, but they tolerate him because they have to (he’s their boss and he involves himself in all their cases). It means that when he was about to pass out, he didn’t think: “everything is fine, they’ll take care of me”, but thought: “Darn! They’ll have to take care of me” (subtext: “when they clearly have other things to do that to deal with this dude who follow them everywhere”). Proof is that he is surprised to see that there is someone of his crew to his side when he wakes up (Penelope). We don’t have this kind of reaction when we know that we’re appreciated (we react that way when we are convinced that nobody will be there).

So, we then have a character who apologize before passing out, not because he’s stupid or something, but because he doesn’t want to disturb the work of people who can’t stand him.

Which is, if I may, not that funny in the end.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #headcanon #wednesday thoughts

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"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

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In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

•••♡•••

Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

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All Fun and Games–Steve Harrington

"And another one bites the dust," I smirked as Steve got rejected. Again.

He instantly glared at me when he saw me holding his scoreboard. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter.

"You are O for six, Popeye," I teased as I added another tally.

"Yeah, yeah, I can count."

"You know that means you suck?" I couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah," he scoffed, "I can read too."

"Since when?" I asked, faking concern.

"I'm telling you," he angrily groaned. "It's this stupid hat. It's blowing my best feature.

"Company policy is a real drag," I sighed dramatically.

He looked over his shoulder when he heard heels coming towards us.

"Shit," he mumbled. "Oh shit. . . Going in. And you know what?"

I scoffed as he took off his hat, dramatically tossing it across the shop.

"Screw company policy."

"You're a whole new man," I teased.

"I know right?" I couldn't help but chuckle as he did some weird shimmy.

For some reason, I didn't want to watch Steve Harrington get shut down anymore. So, I went back to sorting through the new delivery of toppings.

I lost track of time but soon the door separating the backroom from the counter opened.

"Where'd you go?"

"Why? Finally meet a girl who didn't laugh at the sight of you, sailor?"

"No," he sighed dramatically as he plopped onto one of the empty chairs. I patted his head as I walked around and sat across from him.

"It's kinda sad," I fake-pouted.

"Don't cry for me, Y/L/N," he teased.

"Don't worry," I scoffed. "I wouldn't waste my tears on such a heartbreaker like you."

"I used to be the King of Hawkins High," he defended.

"And now you're a sailor who eats spinach, smokes a pipe, and scoops ice cream for a living," I smirked. "Sexy."

I sent him a teasing wink as I walked out to the counter when someone rang the bell. As I took their order and made their cones, I couldn't stop thinking about Steve Harrington. When I heard that he had been hired, I was extremely nervous about working with him.

I've gone to school with him since Pre-K, and he has never noticed me. I don't think he ever spoke more than ten words to me growing up. And here we were, working together. He hasn't said anything about growing up together. I just assumed he doesn't remember.

Our teasing seems harmless enough, but it actually adds a small crack to my heart with every comment we make. With all those years of not talking to me, it didn't mean I wish he wouldn't.

I've had a small crush on him since middle school. Then again, what girl in Hawkins didn't have a crush on him?

I jumped when Steve just randomly appeared next to me. "Whoa," he laughed. "Easy there, jumpy. What's with you? You okay?"

"I'm fine," I said, clearing my throat. I was about to go clean a table that customers just left, but Steve stopped me.

"Y/N," he said, dropping his voice. "What's wrong?"

"I told you," I stuttered. "I'm fine."

Steve studied me for a few beats before finally letting go of my elbow. For the rest of our shift, I noticed Steve acting strange. He stopped flirting with girls, barely talked, and I caught him continually staring at me.

It wasn't until the mall was closed and we were going through our usual closing rituals that I decided to break the silence without making eye contact.

"Have you ever thought," I said, clearing my throat, "about just asking a girl out instead of hitting on her?"

"Is that what you would want?"

"Of course," I said, slightly stuttering. "Girls can tell when a guy is just hitting on her too. . ."

"To what?" Steve asked when I didn't continue. I sighed before finally looking at him.

"When a guy hits on a girl, it seems like the only thing he wants is to sleep with her," I explained. "We can sense it before you even say a word."

"But if he says something like, 'hey, I really like you. Would you like to go to dinner with me?', you'd think she'd say yes?"

"Of course," I shrugged, going back to sweeping and avoiding eye contact. "As long as she can tell that he's honest with her and not using it as an excuse to get in her pants then, yeah."

"Hey, I really like you. Can I take you to dinner?"

"It's that easy," I nodded.

"No," Steve said, his voice sounding kind of weird. I looked over to see Steve staring at me. There was something about the look in his eyes. . .

"Hey," he whispered, "I really like you. Can I take you to dinner?"

"Why do you keep rehearsing that?" I asked under my breath.

He closed the gap between us and slowly took the broom out of my hand and leaned it against a nearby table. He gently grabbed my hands, loose enough for me to pull them out of his grasp if I wanted to. I didn't.

"I really like you," he said even softer than before. "Can I take you to dinner?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"We've been working together all summer," Steve said with a small smile. "You've seen me crash and burn with a lot of girls. We've joked and teased each other. I've laughed more this summer than I have in my entire life. I should be with a girl who I don't have to put on a facade with. I should be with you."

I looked away from his gaze, unable to wrap my head around anything that he's been saying. I looked down to see how delicately Steve was holding my hands.

"But I'm not like your other friends," I whispered, still looking at our hands. "I'm definitely not like Nancy Wheeler."

"That's why I like you."

The second I looked up at him, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Just like with our hands, he gave me every chance to pull away. Just like with our hands, I choose not to. Instead, I deepened it. I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

We broke the kiss, neither one of us saying anything. We leaned our foreheads against each other as we caught our breath.

"So?" He asked, his voice soft. "Can I take you to dinner?"

I nodded, biting my lip to stop the blush. I cleared my throat before asking, "Can we change first?"

My question made him laugh. "What?" He laughed. "Don't want to go on a date, looking like we just jumped out of a cartoon movie about two sailors?"

"I'd rather look like two normal high school graduates on a date."

"Me too."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines

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teacher‘s pet | a.b

pairing: prof!austin x student!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, fingers in mouth

w/c: 2.1k

summary: you knew that fucking your teacher was against the rules, so you hoped that your religion teacher was able to fuck some sense into you.

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You would be totally lying if you said that you wouldn’t be nervous as you opened the big white door that separated you from the busy school hallway. You were a bit nervous to see him, of course you were, but to be honest how could you not?

With a smile on your face and books stacked in your hands, you went through the hallway filled with tired students before you entered room 106.

“Aren’t we to early, y/n?” your best friend Pia asked you with a frown, taking a seat next to you on the old wooden chairs and placing her stuff gently on the table before glancing at her watch. “It’s 1 p.m. y/n, doesn’t the lesson start at like 1:10?” Pia asked you with a raised brow as you opened your pencil case and grabbed some pens to write with later on.

“You can never be to late for the religion class pia honey” you told her confidently with a grin.

Your best friend only shrugged with her shoulders before the first students also entered the room and waited for the lesson to start, or rather for the teacher to arrive.

Pia and you were talking about the german homework you got yesterday when the religion teacher finally arrived two minutes late. With an unsteady breathing pattern and his big leather bag clutched in his hand, Professor Butler entered the room with an apologetic smile written on his face.

“Please excuse me guys, the principle and I had to discuss something real quick.” He muttered quietly before he put his bag on the table and began the lesson you’ve waited for the entire day already.

- - -

“eight.” you mouthed to yourself with a tiny smirk. That was the number of how many times you caught your professor holding intimidating eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking away with a tiny head shake. You honestly don’t know why he wouldn’t just fuck you on the table right here and right now, your skirt bunched up while his veiny hands are opening his black slacks and his soft lips are so close to your ear, whispering-

“Y/n!”

You were pulled out of the dirty and unholy fantasy you were about to dream of by your fantasies Main Character‘s voice, Professor Butler.

Your big doe eyes looked up at your teacher standing right infront of your desk with his hand reached out to you, most probably signaling you to hand him your homework that was due today. You quickly reacted and grabbed the slightly crumbled piece of paper that you’ve written yesterday in the middle of the night and handed it him. He nodded with his head and gave it a quick once over before he turned around and put it on the table with the other ones from your classmates.

“Thank you.” You knew that he was saying that to the entire class but somehow you had the feeling he was secretly only saying that to you as you caught his gaze once again as he said those words. You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers before he spoke up again,

“Well done guys, now let’s move on.”

- - -

You probably glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the right corner of the room already a hundred times but you just wanted to make sure that you still had enough time to stare at him with heart eyes.

“See you next week and don’t forget about the homework guys!” He yelled after the kids that already left the room with a sight before your best friend and you collected your things and also went to the door and left to get back into your main classroom and start the break. You quickly put your things into the tiny locker before you went to the toilet.

Once you finished washing your hands and fixing your hair, you left to get to class and eat something, but you didn’t came far.

Yeah, maybe it sounds stupid, but since your in that school, you never realised that the teachers room is basically right next to the toilets. And also that your dear religion teacher, professor butler, is the first desk to be placed at in the room. You know you shouldn’t even think about it, but you couldn’t resist the urge to go to him and asking him something, anything, just so you could talk to him.

“Professor butler!” You said as soon as you knocked on the door to basically tell him your entering and want something from him.

“Y/n, please come in, what do you need, huh?” He asked you while he was sitting in a manspreading kind of position in his probably super comfortable chair with a smirk.

What was he smirking at now?

“I just wanted to ask real quick if I wrote my name of my paper because I’m not entirely sure if I did that professor.” You asked with with batted eyelashes as you took a couple steps towards him with your hands behind your back and a straightened chest, immediately caughting his gaze falling onto your breast.

“Uhh, yeah of course! Let’s take a look.” Your religion teacher told you as he looked through the papers with his long, veiny, rough hands-

“Here! Yep, y/n y/l/n.” Professor butler quickly told you before he looked up again but noticed only then how you were suddenly seated on his desk and not standing infront of his sitting figure anymore. “And is it good?” You asked with with big eyes and a smile as you slightly leaned forward to get closer to his beautiful face. “Is w-what good?” The teacher asked you with a tiny stutter as he looked into your eyes. “My paper.” You batted your eyelashes again at him before you slightly bit your lip and got closer to his face until you could nearly touch his nose.

“I haven’t taken a look at it yet y/n.” He mumbled before you caught him glancing down at your lips. You got so close that you could perfectly whisper into his ear now,

“I know you want it too professor.”

“No, absolutely not-”

“C‘mon, let go professor butler, you deserved it.”

“Y/n, stop-” he couldn’t finish his sentence because your hands were already making their way up his white button up with delicate touches of your fingertips and a cheeky smile, knowing you got him as soon as you felt the chills and noticed his shaky breath.

“Shh, nobody’s gonna find out if they don’t catch us, now do they?” You asked him with a smirk while you reached the last button and opened his button up and slowly hard down to get s good look of his unbelievably good looking abs. You even muttered a tiny "fuck" under your now also shaky breath before you looked up at him again only to see him now looking way more stiff and almost angry.

Professor Butler stood up and towered over your tiny body with ease as his open white button up dangled there. You looked down so you were able to have his toned stomach perfectly in your view as professor butler got so close that he gently nudged your forehead with his nose.

“This is really what you want, huh? Getting fucked from your religious teacher so you can do what then, hmm? Tell the principal and get me fired-” he stopped speaking as soon as you wildly shook your head, now looking up at him while he was still looking down at you. “I would never do that professor, I don’t hate you.” You stated quietly before you decided to run your fingertips over his abs and chest with a tiny gasp, being slightly overwhelmed by the feeling of it on your fingers.

The teacher tilted his head to the side with a raised brow before he spoke up again,

“Why then y/n? Are you so desperate?” he asked you as he placed his hands on your naked thights and caressed them with his thumb, slowly going closer to your core.

“Is the little y/n so desperate that she even asks her own teacher to fuck her, hmm?” he asked you as he lifted your skirt and you opened his slacks.

“Maybe.”

“I knew it baby.” He stated quietly as he pushed some piece of hair out of your face and ran his fingertips then down the side of your neck, ever so gently touching your sensitive skin. Obviously awakening goosebumps.

“Maybe I should fuck some sense into you. That you maybe shouldn’t want to get fucked by your religion teacher y/n. Huh, how does that sound?” He told you as he pushed your panties down your legs and put them in the back pocket of his blacks slacks that you pushed just slightly down so you could free his cock.

You looked him into the eyes and it surprised when you noticed how he even held eye contact while he spit on his fingers and gently coated your clit and entrance with it.

“Fuck professor, please.” You whined, already growing even more desperate for his touch. “Quit whining, need to make you ready for me babydoll or you won’t be able to handle it.” He stated cockily with a tiny smirk before he pumped himself a few times. “Oh please, I’m sure I’ve already had bigger ones-” your own loud gasp interrupted your sentence as professor butler started to stretch you out with his really fucking big dick.

“Told you, better listen to me next time.”

You whined and moaned as he finally fully entered you. He gently kissed your temple before he hugged you tightly as your fingers clutched on his back, desperately trying to get a hold of something.

You moaned and even squealed loudly as soon as he started to move his hips back and forth, perfectly hitting all the right places while one hand was holding your one leg so you couldn’t close your legs, and the other hand was on your cheek, his thumb slowly running over your bottom lip with desire and lust in his eyes. You quickly opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb like it’s his cock, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please forgive me god, I know I shouldn’t do this, fucking my own student, but you are a little teachers pet, aren’t you? , yeah, my teachers pet.” He nodded along with his words as you also nodded with his thumb in your mouth. “Such a pretty little teacher‘s pet, my favourite student, baby.” he added quietly.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt how your legs started to shake as you orgasm creeped nearer. “Fucking shit, I swear t-this pussy was made f-for me to fuck I-It.” He threw his head back and removed his thumb from your mouth before he smeared all over your spit over your lips, making it all messy.

He looked up at the ceiling once again while shaking his head in denial, knowing this was wrong and not what he was supposed to do, especially as a religion teacher. “Lord have mercy with me, p-please-” he whispered as he starred at the ceiling with closed eyes before he took his other hand and and bit on his pointer and middle finger to muffle his moans, pleads and whines a bit as he mentally prayed for god‘s forgiveness.

“Cum for me princess, I know you want to, let go.” He repeated your words from earlier with a sigh leaving his lips as placed his hand on your throat and made you look at him while you came.

“At least have some respect and look at your god damn teacher when he’s making you cum, y/n.” he stated slightly angrily with a huff as his hand didn’t retreat from your throat, fingers still wrapped around it and thumb also slightly pressing on the side so it would cut your air flow a bit.

You looked up at your professor with big eyes starring into his blue ones, looking so dominant as he was holding your throat and your submissive gaze. Eyes slightly rolling into the back of your head for a few moments while he also struggled to hold eye contact with you as his grip on your throat got lighter.

“Good girl.” He whispered as your shaking got less and your breath pattern returned to normal again.

He let out a shaky breath before he closed his eyes and kissed your forehead.

“God may never forgive me, but fucking hell that was it worth.”

#austin x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfic #austin butler smut

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