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thebearchives · 1 month

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between paul aron and ollie bearman, who’s most likely to fall asleep in your lap? love you’re writing btw congrats on 2k ❤️

PAUL ARON is quite possibly the clingiest boy you will ever have the honour of dating. it doesn’t matter where you are, or what you’re doing, if you are near paul aron, your personal space is now HIS personal space. a hand on your thigh, legs intertwined, chin on your shoulder. no matter how little or large the place of contact, he has to be touching you in some way or else he just doesn’t “feel right” (his words). he will never pass up the opportunity to cuddle with you, or give you a hug. you are the object of his affections, and he will never let you forget that, not even for a second.

— little blurb under the cut!

the movie playing on the tv had been forgotten some time ago, now nearing the end of the climax. it was a cute stop-motion animated movie— one that paul had seen about a hundred times since it was first released, saying something about how it reminded him of home in a silly way. you, yourself, had seen it more times than you could recount, but you’d only smiled softly and nodded when the estonian stopped on its cover and gave you a pleading smile.

you sat cozily on the couch, scrolling through the newer pictures in your camera roll now that the hectic weekend was finally over. ollie, as you’d come to find out, had ever so kindly stolen your phone after the qualifying session and proceeded to take it on a tour across the f2 paddock, taking selfies with anyone who was willing. you rolled your eyes as you sent him the pictures, knowing he’d want them for himself.

paul, who had been so excited for winding down after a race and having a movie night, was now fast asleep lying next to you, his head resting on your thighs. he’d fallen asleep about 20 minutes into the film, falling victim to your head scratching and melting into your lap.

your fingers were still tangled in his hair, twirling pieces when your phone buzzed with a cheeky reply from ollie. you pulled your hand away and sent back a text of your own, laughing softly when paul stirred immediately. with a sleepy whine, he shifted in your lap, burying his face against your stomach as he mumbled something against your sweater.

“what?” you bent down to hear him better.

paul huffed, pulling his head back slightly. “don’t stop.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, moving back into your original position. “alright, you big baby.”

as your hand gently made its way back to his hair, paul sighed and snuggled back into you. “love you.”

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mariahcarreyyy · 19 days

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congratulations on 2k 💙

📝 + charles leclerc x fem!reader + one where she recently joins motogp and he supports her all the time? fluff please, tysm! 🫶🏻🤞🏻

# 📝 send a prompt and a driver for me to write a short blurb or scenerio !

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

You had a few tells that were noticed by Charles in quick succession: bouncing your leg, standing up and pacing, picking at your fingernails, religiously repeating the warmups your physio had suggested prior.

"Mon amour, please sit down," Charles laments, his eyes darting back and forth from his place on your couch. "I'm getting nervous looking at you, and I don't even have a race this weekend."

But another race weekend for Charles doesn't compare to this, and all he says now only brings you a slight sense of false security. First race, first female rider, and your only chance to prove yourself to—well, to everyone.

Ignoring Charles' pleas only made you feel a bit guilty; instead, you occupied yourself with stretching and easing the knots in your shoulders. Fool-proof plan. Except for the fact that Charles has never taken 'no' for an answer a day in his life.

He stands up with an exhaled huff, grabbing your shoulders in the middle of your motorhome. "Stop it. There's no reason for you to be doing this."

"Did somebody hit you in the head? I have a race in, like, ten minutes, Charlie."

"Yes, and?"

The idiocracy from Ferrari must've seeped into his brain, but his lips parted again before you could reply.

"They wouldn't have picked you if they thought you were a bad rider," Charles murmurs, sliding a soft hand to cup your cheek. "Relax. Please."

You sigh, leaning into his touch and slightly rubbing your cheekbones against it. Meeting his eyes, you have to refrain from directly looking away; he looks at you so fondly that you consider ditching the race altogether and cuddling up to him instead.

A soft noise of agreement slips past your throat again. "Okay," you bite your lip when Charles grasps your wrist and leads you to the couch.

He presses a kiss on your temple, and for a moment, the worries abandon your thoughts.

authors note. i was a bit stuck on an idea for this but yeahhh im back to writingg (hopefully)

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cupid-styles · 6 months

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my favorite person

in which harry is a werewolf and he just wants to fit in with y/n and her human friends, but it's a little harder than he anticipated.

word count: 2k

content warnings: werewolf harry, smut (subby h, cum play, slight humiliation and tiny bit of impact play, dirty talk, a lil bit of dumbification)

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. . .

"Harry, you're being... werewolf-y."

"No I'm not."

Y/N turns her head to glare at him, her eyes darting down to the collar of his tee-shirt currently wedged between his teeth. She plucks at the fabric and yanks it down and out of his mouth, a quiet whine immediately sounding from his lips.

"Humans at parties don't chew on their shirts." she reminds him, lifting her cup to take a sip of... whatever Halloween-themed concoction Lena and Remi had thrown together.

"It's actually your shirt," he mutters as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"You're acting like a puppy." she fires back, leaning back against the couch just as Lena walks — or stumbles, really — over in her pirate costume.

"Harry, you're here!" Lena exclaims drunkenly, plopping down between the two. Y/N grimaces internally; it's not actually because one of her closest friends is at a sloppy level of drunkness that can only be achieved on Halloween, but because Harry is still attempting to acclimate to human social interactions. And so far, it's been painful.

"Y/N said you were coming but we didn't actually know if you'd show," she continues, slurring her words slightly, "We've always felt there's something off—"

"Lena!" Y/N yelps, grabbing her hand from her lap and giving it a squeeze, directing her attention to her, "Did Claire make it? I know you wanted to try and make a move tonight."

"Oh my god, that's right!"

Y/N takes that as a yes as she pops back up, clumsy on her legs, but nonetheless makes it out of the living room lightning fast. She lets out the breath she'd been holding, only to see that Harry is worrying his bottom lip between his fingers.

"Babe, don't take it personally, she's wasted." she says, scooting back over so their thighs are pressed together.

"Your friends think I'm weird."

Her heart cracks in two and she quickly shakes her head, lowering her cup to the floor so her hands are free. She wraps her arms around Harry's broad shoulders, holding him tightly even if he's pretending not to be keen on physical touch right now.

(In reality, he always is; he's constantly pawing at her and whining about cuddles, wrapping himself up in her warm blankets when she's not around. She's never asked if it's a werewolf thing or a Harry thing, but she knows he adores being loved on more than the average person.)

"They don't think you're weird." she murmurs into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair, "And even if they did, who cares?"

"I do," Harry insists with watery eyes, a pout on his face, "I'm trying to get better at blending in and you're the most important person to me and— well, they don't like me, and that matters."

She sighs, but she understands. She lets go of him but intertwines their fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze.

"I know it's frustrating, but trust me when I say being a human is difficult," she says softly, "It's probably ten times harder pretending to be one."

Besides his pack, Y/N is the only person that knows about Harry's true form. Oddly, she had taken it all quite well, especially considering he confessed only a few months after meeting.

(Harry had enrolled at her university, which is apparently something werewolves in their pack do — it's some reasoning about them wanting to keep people safe, but also it helped them better blend into society. They sat next to each other in a lecture and normally, Y/N isn't interested in interacting with her fellow peers, but in classic Harry fashion, he broke her down bit by bit with questions about the homework and what she'd done over the weekend. Before she even knew it, he was sitting in her living room, wrapped up in her blankets, eating the soup she'd made specially for him.)

But obviously, not everyone is like Y/N, and it isn't a lie to say that many of their peers are confused by Harry. He is very clingy with Y/N so people think they're dating, which isn't too far off from the truth — they've hooked up a few times and kiss and cuddle, but it's a weird gray area that neither of them attempt to approach. His eyes changed color frequently, he has an affinity for nosing at Y/N's neck when he's tired even if they're in public, and, because his time is split up between pretending to be a college student and dealing with whatever werewolf things he did when he's away from Y/N, he doesn't know much about pop culture or current events.

(One time, Y/N and Remi were talking about the new Olivia Rodrigo album and Harry quietly tugged at her sleeve and asked Y/N who they were talking about.)

So, yeah. He kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. But Y/N really likes all the things that make him him, and it makes her sad to see him down on himself just because not everyone gets him.

"D'you wanna go back to mine?" Y/N murmurs, their joined hands placed firmly in Harry's lap. "We can order from that pizza place you like and watch Teen Wolf. I know you love making fun of it."

He blushes (he always does whenever she mentions details about him that only she knows) and nods. It makes Y/N smile as she stands from the couch, reaching her hands out to pull him up.

"I adore you, you know," she says, looking up at him with the most sincerest of expressions, "I think you're really, really great, just as you are."

His heart feels like it might burst out of his chest so he just leans down to press a kiss to her forehead. And because he's Harry, all he's able to muster out is, "I would never be this great without you."

. . .

When they get back to Y/N's place, she notices that Harry is being clingier than usual.

She doesn't necessarily mind it, and she can partially assume how his headspace arrived to that point. In the times that they've slept together, she was surprised to realize that he teeters on being the more submissive one in their dynamic. She figured given his whole... werewolf thing, he would have some deep primal urges to dominant her, but instead, it always seems as though he just wants to be loved on and taken care of.

And really, when he crawls onto her couch, into the spot that she always snuggles herself into after a long day, and nuzzles his face into her favorite blanket, who is she to deny him?

So Y/N slips her shoes off and sits down in front of him, pushing her knees into the plushy carpet beneath her and swipes her thumb over his cheek.

"You okay?" she asks softly, to which he simply shrugs his shoulders. Gently, she climbs up onto the couch and wiggles her body behind his, a confused humph leaving his mouth as she maneuvers their position. With her back flush against the couch, she moves Harry so his back leans up against her chest, pressing a kiss to the side of his head as she spreads her legs out around his hips. Harry has longer limbs than she does and there's a height difference between them, but with a little extra effort, she's able to reach out to spread his thighs apart.

"Lemme take care of you, pup," she murmurs into his ear, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of his pants to shimmy them down. He moves pliantly, allowing her to do as she wishes in his typical quiet way. "You know you did so good today, right?"

"Not really," Harry grumbles, "You're just saying that 'cos you don't want me to cry."

"Of course I don't want you to cry." Y/N replies easily, pushing his briefs down to reveal his already hard cock, "But I wouldn't lie to you, and you know that."

Again, he shrugs, and Y/N ignores the immediate urge to gently smack the inside of his thighs.

"Don't be bratty. I'm trying to make you feel good."

"I'm not being bratty."

She sighs and removes her hands from his hips, "Do you want me to touch you or not, Harry?"

A beat. And then, "Yes, please."

Wordlessly, she takes his prick into her palm, giving it a squeeze as her other hand winds its way back around to his face.

"Spit." she says simply.

"Do you have a humiliation kink?" Harry fires back, making her roll her eyes.

"No, but I know you do," she replies, squeezing his cock again, "Spit or I'm done here."

This time, he does as she asks, submissively drooling saliva into her hand. It makes her smirk as she slowly begins to pump his now-lubricated length in slack movements.

She can feel him becoming restless in the way that he starts to buck his hips to meet her strokes, steadily becoming desperate for more. She uses her other hand to move down to his balls, rolling them between her fingers, his chest vibrating with a gurgled groan.

"There you go, baby," Y/N coos into his ear, speeding her slick movements over his cock, "Such a pitiful little pup, aren't you? Just rutting into my hands like this?"

He moans again and it makes her smile, taking his earlobe between her teeth and biting at it gently. He winces at the brief sting, another lengthy whimper falling from his lips when she tugs at his balls.

"You're such a sweetheart, letting me take care of you like this," she purrs, focusing her slick passes to the flushed tip of his prick, "Silly puppy. All you needed was a handjob from me to calm you down?"

Harry nods quickly, his head bobbing up and down before he leans back completely, letting it lull against her shoulder. She loves seeing him like this, completely void of his worries and responsibilities, just focusing on the pleasure she's giving him. If she's honest, it's an ego boost for her, watching someone as physically strong as Harry melt at the doing of her hands.

"Ask for permission before you cum," she murmurs when she feels his muscles tense.

"Please?" he gasps out, his dull nails digging into the skin of his thighs, "Please, I need to— fuck, please I'm gonna—"

She removes her hand from his cock, placing a quick smack to his inner thigh, "That's not how you ask."

"Please let me cum," he mewls, his legs shaking when she returns back to slick passes over the length of his prick. "Please, please, can I cum? Please—"

"Cum."

He swears he's never heard such a wonderful word before and it's only a few more pumps of her wrist before he's coming, thick ropes drooling over her fist and to the base of his pelvis. He's cursing, eyes shut, and she holds him tightly as his muscles contract violently beneath her touch, shushing him softly as he comes down from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Oh my god," he pants, bucking his hips as a silent plea for her to halt her movements. She does, knowing he always gets sensitive after coming. As he recovers, she lifts her cum-covered fingers up to his mouth, plucking his bottom lip open.

"Lick," she instructs, waiting for him to drop his jaw open. He does and she places her fingers on his tongue, shivering as he sucks greedily. "Good job, puppy. Such a cum whore."

He groans, his skin flushed from a confusing mix of embarrassment and pleasure, and she smirks.

"You don't ever leave any for me. Always so greedy to taste yourself," she murmurs, withdrawing her fingers when he's finished sucking on them. Lazily, he shimmies his briefs back up and flips onto his tummy, leaning up to catch her lips in a kiss. She squeaks in surprise but doesn't question it, welcoming the way his tongue readily licks into her mouth. He's always especially needy after they do things together, even if he's just spent 45 minutes making out with her pussy. She pretends it doesn't affect her, but in reality, it's one of her favorite traits of his.

When he's finally tired himself out, all traces of his orgasm gone and his breathing relaxes, he snuggles into her side. Smiling, she reaches out to run her fingers through his messy hair.

"You're my favorite person," Harry mumbles dreamily, "I hope you know that."

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crappymixtape · 23 years

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steve harrington • requests // asks

( ANY REQUESTS AND ASKS FOR ALL CELEBRATIONS, SEASONAL THEMES, AND ONE-OFF INBOXES I GET, STEVE x YOU // mature content marked appropriately )

🔥 BECAUSE OF YOU, SERIES ( 500 FOLLOWER REQUEST )

PART 1 • PART 2 • PART 3 • PART 4 • PART 5 // ( 18+ ) ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

👯 1000 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

"play it cool" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, requesting the cd because i think i need to explore more music and this seems like a good way to do that! | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this one is a lil fluffy, a lil flirty, a lil fun – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"don't go dark again" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, oh baby, you know I gotta ask for a song for my beloved, steve | ( song x blurb with steve harrington x reader – this just leaned real angsty, hurt / comfort for a monday morning – recommended to listen to your song while reading! )

"honey, i've got it bad for you" – 1000 CELEBRATION REQUEST, can i pls request a love note from steve <3 as for mood anything a little lovelorn and fluffy will do | ( love note steve harrington x reader, little fluffy, little lovesick, lots of sweet )

🎄 A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE – WINTER THEMED ASKS

"very merry mixtape" winter!theme REQUESTS are nested under the series / multi-part master list post *18+

👯 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

"don't make me say it" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, you make me want things I can’t have prompt | ( 2k – mostly angst, dumb boi steve, and a little fluff right at the end to take you home, steve x reader )

"i hate you ( not )" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, love a good enemies to lovers smutty fic – anything works, just lots of sarcasm and name calling to build up the tension • *18+ | ( 3.6k – a nice lil mountain of angst that rolls down into a big ol’ valley of smut, steve x reader )

"good love makes you hesitate" – 500 CELEBRATION REQUEST, don’t do this here prompt | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

💌 CRAPPYMIXTAPE INBOX ASKS

"you gotta help me, baby" – REQUEST -> fluffy one about you having a summer job babysitting and Steve always coming over to keep you company...idc just Steve being a massive simp as always | ( 2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )

"shut up and kiss me" – REQUEST -> fluff prompt #25 "shut up and kiss me” • you get laid off and go back to hawkins for the weekend to wallow with your friends and the gang seizes the opportunity to try and get you two dummies to figure it out | ( 5.7k – fluff, a little angst, mostly fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

"smoke and glitter" – REQUEST -> robin's been begging you to throw a party down yb the lake on your uncle's farm, like on another level, so you finally give in and who does she drag along? some co-worker from the mall and he's a total dork...right? | ( 2k, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

💌 MOOD BOARD x SONGS ASKS

"idiots -> lovers" steve harrington x you, idiots / enemies to lovers

"valentine's day" steve harrington x you, soft / intimate *18+

"best friends -> lovers" steve harrington x you, bffs to lovers

"enemies -> lovers" steve harrington x you, enemies to lovers at work *18+

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Top This - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Happy Easter! I only had a flash from this story come to me just this morning so it’s been written in a few hours and might have more mistakes than usual, my apologies. Many many thanks to @inourtownofhawkins and @munson-blurbs for all their help 💕 I hope you enjoy!

Summary: As a kid, Eddie never did an Easter egg hunt. As his wife, you’re determined to give him the best one he could’ve ever dreamt of.

Words: 2k

Weekends are Eddie’s favorite days because it means he gets to stay in bed with you longer. He can snuggle up to you, wrap you up in his arms, or even get a little frisky once he’s more awake. But this particular Sunday, when Eddie rolls over and reaches for the familiar warmth of your body next to him, it’s not there. He frowns and opens his eyes, blinking them a few times when your side of the bed is empty.

“Babe?” Eddie calls.

“In the kitchen!” you respond.

With an overdramatic groan, Eddie pushes himself out of bed and rubs at his eyes with the heels of his hands. He’s mumbling under his breath about how it’s Sunday and you should still be in bed with him as he shuffles into the kitchen. It’s impossible for you not to smile as you see his sleepy form walk in, plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips and a bare, pale chest.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you greet him, slipping your arms around his waist. “And Happy Easter.”

“Oh, s’right, it’s Easter.” Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead. “Happy Easter, baby.”

“Now,” you say, rubbing your hands up and down your husband’s sides. “You know how you told me that you never did an Easter egg hunt as a kid?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you as he slowly nods. “Yeah…”

“Well, you’ve got one to do now,” you say with a proud smile.

“Baby,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “I didn’t tell you that so you’d—”

You press your lips against his to shut him up. “Everyone deserves an Easter egg hunt. I don’t care how old you are, mister.”

“Fine, fine.” Eddie tries to sound annoyed but the shy smile breaking on his face tells a different story. “How many eggs are there?”

“Eight,” you tell him. “All somewhere in the apartment.”

“Hmm,” Eddie hums as he strolls into the middle of the living room. The first egg is easy to spot; it’s tucked into the corner of the couch. Your husband plucks it from its spot and opens the blue plastic pod. He grins at the chocolate and peanut butter egg inside. “My favorite.”

“I know,” you say. “All of them are filled with things I think you’re gonna like.”

He gets on his hands and knees to look underneath the couch and coffee table, but comes up short on both accounts. Poking his tongue out as he thinks, Eddie pushes himself back up to his feet and walks over towards the window. Pulling back the green curtain reveals an egg that is a lighter shade of green. Smirking triumphantly, he pops it open. A small plastic baggie of new guitar picks falls into his hand and he lets out a chuckle.

“Huh, I wonder how the Easter bunny knew I needed these,” he muses. You give him an innocent shrug, and he throws you a wink as he tosses the bag of picks onto the couch with the first item. Eddie quickly finds the third egg, a pink one, hiding right behind the television. The new lighter inside gets instantly slipped into the pocket of his pajama pants as he continues his search. The next egg is hidden on a shelf, behind your wedding photo. Inside, the purple egg contains a keychain that has a picture of the two of you—the first picture you took together. The grin that breaks out onto Eddie’s face has your stomach doing somersaults.

“Don’t think you can top this one,” he says as he slips the keyring over his finger.

Eddie laughs as he stumbles upon the next one, a red egg tucked into one of his boots sitting next to the front door. The laugh turns into a groan as he opens it and pulls out a pair of black lacy panties.

“Thought those would look cute on you,” you joke. Eddie gives you a salacious smirk as he slingshots the underwear in your direction.

“I’d look hot as hell,” he says. “But not as hot as you.”

“Five down, three to go,” you say, referring to the hidden eggs. “They’re not all in here, you know.”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says, eyes scanning every inch of space as he walks towards the kitchen. But his eyes snag on his guitar propped up in its stand in the corner. Beyond the deep red of its body, there’s a flash of orange as an egg sticks out from behind it. “Aha.”

Inside, there’s a small bag of skittles that has Eddie cheering. The white plastic egg is more difficult for him to find, but he finally notices it in the empty coffee carafe. The shining set of silver dice has Eddie’s eyes widening as he inspects them from every angle.

“Can I get the color of the last egg?” Eddie asks after he’s done a once over of the kitchen and comes up empty. “Is it in the bathroom? Our room?”

“Nope, it’s out here. And it’s yellow,” you say, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs.

“Huh,” Eddie huffs as he paces the kitchen. He feels like he’s looked at every surface area within this open space of your apartment.

“Do you need a hint?” you ask as you watch your husband, a bemused expression on your face.

“No, no, I’ll get it,” he answers, stubborn as ever. Resigning to watch him drive himself crazy, you lean back in your seat and cross your arms over your chest. It’s hard to hold in your laughter as you see him walk by the eighth egg again and again.

“Ugh. Okay, fine, I want a hint,” Eddie grumbles as he becomes more frustrated. He plants his hands on his hips and looks around the counters.

“It’s blending in,” you tell him. Your husband turns towards you and his brow pinches in confusion.

“The hell does that mean?”

“It’s a yellow egg. And it’s blending in. Look for something yellow.”

“What the fuck is yellow in—oh!” His head whips around to the fruit bowl that has a bunch of ripe bananas in it. Right on top is the illusive yellow egg. He pops it open and two silver items fall out into his palm. One is a curb chain, similar to the ones he wears around his neck, but different enough that it’s not a duplicate. The second object is a shining ring that looks like bat wings are wrapped around whatever finger he slips it on. Eddie smiles down at the pieces of jewelry as he walks over to the kitchen table.

“Babe, these are great. Everything is,” he says.

You stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. “Did you have fun on your first Easter egg hunt?”

“I did,” Eddie says as he places his hands on your hips. “Thank you, sweetheart. This was very thoughtful.”

Pleased with yourself, you lean up and press a few kisses against his lips. Letting out a hum, you pull back and look up at your husband with the most innocent eyes you can manage.

“Oh, I forgot. There’s actually one more egg.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and tugs your body up against his. “You being forgetful or sneaky, huh?”

“This one is a golden egg,” you say, avoiding his question. “And it’s more hidden, so we can play hot or cold if you want.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, reluctantly dropping his arms from around you. “Am I warm or cold right now?”

“Mm, warm,” you decide. He takes a step backward, more into the kitchen. “Warmer.”

“So, it’s in the kitchen,” Eddie muses as he traipses his way towards the fridge.

“Getting hotter!”

“Is it in the fridge?” he asks as he pulls open the door.

“Colder.”

“Okay.” Eddie closes the refrigerator door and backs up a few steps.

“On fire!”

He comes to a halt and turns so he’s facing the stove. “Is it in the oven?” When you don’t answer, he looks back at you. At the unhelpful shrug of your shoulders, Eddie opens the oven to come face to face with the golden egg. “There ya are. Now, what’s so special about you?” His left hand reaches in, wedding ring glinting off the light in the back of the oven, and grabs the last prize. Strolling back over to the table, Eddie pops open the egg, and you feel your stomach erupting in a flurry of excitement.

There’s a piece of paper rolled around some type of stick. Eddie’s brow furrows in confusion as he unravels the paper. Once it’s opened flat, he stares at it for a moment before it registers what he’s looking at. The black background with the white and gray lines, numbers and letters that don’t make a whole lot of sense to him on the edges of the paper—but he recognizes your name in the top left corner. But the little white bean shape in the middle of the paper is what steals his breath. Suddenly, he remembers the stick that was also in the egg. He scrambles to look at it and is staring at two pink lines on the front of a white pregnancy test. Eddie’s jaw drops open as his eyes dart back and forth from the positive pregnancy test to the ultrasound photo.

“Y-You’re…” Eddie stutters out, unable to get out anything else as he raises his eyes to look at you. The tears you see there get you all choked up as well—as if you hadn’t been emotional enough.

“Yeah,” you say with a breathy chuckle. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“Holy shit.” Eddie sets the contents of the bonus egg down on the table and pulls you into his arms, immediately attaching his lips to yours. You can feel tears on your face, but when you open your eyes, you’re not sure if they’re yours or your husband’s. Bringing your thumbs up to wipe at his cheeks, you let out a soft giggle.

“Still think I couldn’t top that keychain?” you tease. Eddie laughs and presses his lips to yours again. When he pulls back, his hands roam down to your stomach, where he rubs gently over your pajamas.

“I can’t believe our baby is in there,” he says in awe. His eyes dart back up to yours. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

“M’gonna be a dad,” Eddie says in pure glee.

“Best Easter ever?” you ask.

“Not sure how you can top it.”

But again, he’s wrong.

Four years later, you sit on the back patio of Steve and Nancy’s house, Nancy in the chair next to you, and Steve out on the grass with their five-year-old daughter and two-year-old son. On the opposite side of the yard, Eddie is crouched down near the small garden, your three-year-old daughter searching for the eggs that the Easter bunny had hidden. Or rather, you and Nancy had hidden a few hours ago, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

“Got one!” you hear Annie call. Eddie’s face lights up in delight as your daughter reaches into the foliage and pulls out a blue egg with yellow dots.

“Look at that!” Eddie coos, pure adoration in his eyes. “You got another one.”

The scene of him in his black jeans and a black leather jacket, squatting down in a garden full of colorful blooms with bright green stems, and your little girl in a pale pink Easter dress, makes you chuckle. But there’s nothing brighter in the whole yard than the look on Eddie’s face. Love is radiating off of him as Annie places the egg in her magenta wicker basket and gets right back to searching for the next one.

“Think he’s having a good Easter?”

You look at Nancy to see her nodding her head at Eddie. Grinning, you look back to your husband as well.

“Not sure if he can top this one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction

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strawberryya · 9 months

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how to befriend a vampire

Yeosang x reader

synopsis: what could be better when you’re bored of life in every way than a hot vampire fuck buddy?

word count: 2k

genre/contains: smut, vampire au, vampire!yeosang, gn!reader, strangers to lovers/fwb, unprotected sex, general tw for vampirism and being bitten (the word blood is not used but heavily implied), stalker-ish behavior from both individuals, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms

rating: 18+

a/n: first arousal august fic is here! I hope everyone likes it and looks forward to the next little blurb I have ready and waiting in the drafts :>

my arousal august masterlist

original event for arousal august

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Summer was over and new classes were about to begin. Returning to your normal routine wasn’t too hard, you had done it before. Your friends were the same, your dorm was the same, although your roommates were new, and the classes all felt as usual. Nothing special was happening at all. Of course, it would’ve been nice if something were to happen, anything really. Just something that would make life this year a bit different than last year. Maybe you should drop a class and pick up something that has nothing to do with your goal, perhaps cults would be fun to study for a term or two?

Nothing was wrong, it was just so very…boring.

“A back-to-class party?” Not a terrible idea, you reasoned when your new roommates asked if you wanted to come along to the park that first weekend back at campus.

It could be horrible, but at least it would mean that something would happen other than studying or watching movies with your new, and so far reasonable, roommates. It had been a while since you had been with anyone too. Maybe this party was the perfect opportunity to find someone a bit attractive to hook up with. The one from last year had ended up getting into a relationship during the summer - rather annoying, because he really wasn’t that bad in bed.

You needed orgasms to get through the school year, and so you went to the party. Dressed up from head to toe, in clothes that hugged your ass and glitter in your hair, hoping that the outfit would be enough to gain someone’s attention.

Your mission was… sort of successful. It did attract tons of people, some really attractive people, and some incredibly sleazy and creepy people.

You regretted coming after about two hours of nonstop socializing with other students which led absolutely nowhere. Nobody grabbed your attention, everyone fit perfectly into the little presaved folders in your head. It was so predictable, so incredibly boring.

“Should we just give up?” You shouted to one of your new roommates. At least, you found some hope in the fact that neither one of them had ended up finding someone interesting among the large crowd that flew past one another like ants in the campus park. You weren’t completely alone in yur failure.

“I’m ready to go, honestly,” one of your roommates agreed, while the other one had already disappeared in the crowd without acknowledging your question.

You grabbed ahold of one another. Neither of you sober enough to be able to navigate your way home without losing one another in the night. With arms folded together, in a way only possible for two almost strangers when drunk, you two trudged away from the party and the loud bass that made your head pound.

“I wanted to fuck someone tonight,” you groaned and fake sobbed into the chilly night air, your roommate only laughing at your unapologetic whining. “I’m not kidding, I don’t care who it is. I just really wanna be obsessed with someone! I wanna be in love! I don’t care if it’s actually love or just really great sex.”

It seemed a bit silly to say out loud, but it was the truth. You probably wouldnt have been so honest with your roommate this soon had you been sober tonight. Nevertheless, the truth was that you just wanted someone to think about, someone to crush on, someone to sleep with when the days became too boring to handle by yourself.

You were wobbling down the cobbled streets on your way back to the dorm. Your arm was still entangled with your roommates, thoughts having moved on from your honest feelings and instead focusing on whether or not it would be possible to order fries to your dorms.

When he bumped into your arm, or more correctly, when you stumbled into his arm as he passed, you almost fell over. Enraged at the audacity of this random guy to walk right into you, you turned back around, prepared to yell at him with all your might. But when you began shouting a loud “Hey!”, your anger soon ebbed out as the stranger turned around, revealing his perfect face in the yellow light from the streetlight above. His features were striking even in the dark. His eyes were piercing. His hair was dark and pushed back from his forehead in a light wave. Beside one of his eyes, you noticed a blushy pink birthmark, almost matching the pretty red shade of his lips. His lips… were a lot redder than any lips you had seen on a random guy before. Was he wearing lipstick?

You had forgotten why you had yelled out to the stranger. His gorgeously handsome face distracted you completely.

“Y/n, let’s gooo,” your roommate whined, pulling at your arm, evidently not enraptured by the pretty stranger you had bumbled into. How was that possible? You had never seen him before, never known he existed, and you were already obsessed with him. His name, his interests, his favorite place to kiss his lover, you needed to know it all. You needed to befriend him.

The night was mostly a blur the following day, everything except for the stranger.

For some reason, his face never left your mind. For two weeks you searched every room for him, scanned the streets as you walked down them, and took walks on the campus every shot you got.

You never found him. He could’ve been an illusion, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t. At least looking for the mystery man in the night had given you something to think about, someone to obsess over, even if you didn’t even know his name.

It took yet two more weeks and another walk to the convenience store to finally find that one necessary piece of information. You didn’t understand how it had taken this long to find him, it wasn’t like he was hiding. He was walking around in the park, just like the last time you had bumped into him. Dark hair falling onto the sides of his head, a long coat half open to reveal a simple black polo and jeans, almost exactly like last time. You took it all in, stopping mid-step as to not loose sight of him, the plastic bag you had bought filled with snacks and drinks for the late-night studying you had planned on doing was rustling in the wind. He had seen you too.

He wasn’t moving either, maybe he thought you were a weirdo for simply staring at him in the dark park.

You drew in a breath. “Hey you! What’s your name?!” You shouted across the grass. If you were going to be a weirdo, you would do it properly.

He didn’t shout back. Far away someone shouted in the night. You looked towards the sound for half a second out of reflex, and when you looked back the stranger was gone.

Again?? You thought and damned the universe for teasing you like this.

“Yeosang.”

The voice was deep and it sent chills down your back. It made you quickly turn around, finding the stranger right behind you now. He was even hotter this close.

“Yeosang…” you whispered under your breath. He was rather tall. He gave you a small smile, white teeth flashing cold in the moonlight. Unusually pointy. “I’m y/n…”

His smile got wider. “I know”

Your mind blanked, but you needed to say something. “Let’s be friends!” You hurried to say before he could have a chance to mysteriously disappear again. His smile dropped, eyes looking at you surprised and slightly suspicious. Understandable.

“Sure,” he said after a moment of only the wind in your ears, a smirk appearing on his face. “If a friend is all you want, I can grant you that.”

“It’s not,” you said honestly and quickly. His smirk grew. “I want a lot more, but I only found out your name ten seconds ago. Thought I’d give you a chance to get to know me before I tried getting you into bed with me.”

You felt feverish, the embarrassing reality of what you were telling this stranger hitting you hard.

“I know enough,” he said before his hand found the side of your face and his lips leaned in to meet yours. He tasted like aluminum for a split second but the way you could feel his toned body against yours where your coats fell open distracted you and you soon forgot about the unusual taste.

A swishing sound made you open your eyes again, the cold from the night air in the campus park seemingly gone and replaced with much warmer air. You were inside, you were inside your own bedroom. You didn’t know how it had happened, you didn’t really know what had happened, and you didn’t know why you didn’t even care. The stranger in the night was named Yeosang, and he was kissing down your neck in your bedroom, pulling your coat off your body, and throwing it into the corner of the room. He was no ordinary person, that you had already caught onto.

“Can I bite you?” He mumbled against your skin.

His hands were caressing your body and your mind was buzzing with desire, but the desire didn’t clog your mind yet. You were clearminded and saying “Yes” before you could stop and think about what a bad decision it might be to agree.

Small pecks now your throat made arousal pool in your lower abdomen. “Bite me as you fuck me,” you whispered. This made Yeosang smile against your skin, moving up to kiss you passionately once again as he pulled his own clothes off along with yours. Pushing you down on the bed as his hard cock pushed against your thigh. It would be tight, but you needed him to use you and stretch you out enough to make life interesting again.

That, he did. Nothing was mundane or boring about his hands on your body or his tongue on your chest. He was surprisingly gentle as he began filling your hole with his erect cock, but his pace grew feral as he continued pounding into you. You were moaning and clawing at his sculpted body when he hit the right spot inside of you. When his lips let go of you, you looked at him gazing down at your bare neck, he wanted to bite you for real, it was clear he meant it, and you wanted him to as well. You shifted your neck, inviting him to do what he wished. “You look delicious,” he mumbled before he threw himself onto your neck, piercing the skin ever so slightly. You barely even felt it, but the way he suckled on your skin after the small sting felt like he was trying to mark your skin, sending goosebumps down your body when he continued licking and humming against your neck.

You came as he pounded into you, his hands working their magic while getting to know your body. He didn’t stop until you came for a second time, whining at the overstimulation.

He cared for your neck and cleaned you up, his movements swift and gentle as he handled you. He caressed your skin with great care, careful not to be too rough. A world’s difference from the way he had fucked you a moment ago. He didn’t force any small talk, a nice change from most other guys you had been with. He had gotten dressed and given you some of your own pajamas to put on before he was ready to leave.

He couldn’t leave just like this, you collected all the courage you had left and began with an unsure voice. “We’re friends now, right? So you’re welcome here anytime, we could do this again…”

“We’re friends, yeah.” He smirked and looked at you as you pulled your shirt over your head. “I’ll be here if you need me, or if you’re just… bored.” The last word he said was paired with a small wink. You chuckled nervously, he had known all along. Could he read your mind as well? Maybe you could find out next time.

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 | 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲

any nsfw/18+ content will be tagged as such, minors dni

when you read, please reblog and tell me your thoughts!

𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀:

”i’ve got you”: comforting steve after a nightmare [1.1k]

"sunrise”: watching the sunrise with steve, repost link, original link [1.6k]

”none but you”: reading out loud to steve [1.1k]

”match made in heaven”: steve loves to celebrate the little things with you [1.2k]

”hold my hand through it”: steve takes you for a drive when you’re feeling down [1.5k]

”keep your cool”: you come home after a weekend on the lake with the girls burned to a crisp, steve does his best to help [1.9k]

"the food of love": you write poetry and steve asks to read it [1.7k]

"crystal clear": steve is hiding something from you, but it's not what you think it is [1.2k]

"on the ground": vecna tries to get steve and you try to save him, angst w happy ending! [4.3k]

"sometimes it's just you": you and steve have bad weeks but cheer each other up with sweetness and fluff [2.3k]

"no good at waiting": a multi-part farmer's market au [4 parts, 33.5k total]

"scare me, baby": steve really likes your Halloween costume [2.3k] 18+

"i will always be right there": steve makes it clear to you that you're his priority, always [1.8k]

"a warm horizon": springtime with steve [1k]

"stand to gain": you get a raise at work. steve has a tough day. and yet somehow your good news turns it around for him. | fluff, established relationship, being loved wholly and completely [1.3k]

𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀:

ask: steve worries he won’t be a good dad someday [1.6k]

ask: steve meets your college friends and they don't get him [2.2k]

ask: jealous!steve about eddie and henderson!reader during season four [1.4k]

ask: steve and his pottery girl, based on the blurb [1.6k]

ask: pottery girl part 2, they try photography! [1.5k]

ask: jason corners you in war zone and steve backs you up when you hold your own [1.2k]

ask: you and dustin throw a dance party and steve is so in love with you, friends to lovers [2.5k]

ask: you comfort steve after the events of season 4 vol II [1.4k]

ask: you're there for steve at his graduation, friends to lovers [1.3k]

ask: steve confesses his feelings for henderson!reader in the upside down once she gets hurt [1k]

part 2 [2k]

ask: steve is mad at you for following him into the upside down, angst to fluff [0.7k]

ask: steve comforts you after a nightmare [0.9k]

ask: steve notices every little thing about you [0.9k]

ask: domestic day with steve folding laundry [1.2k]

ask: you and steve make up after a fight (from this blurb) [1.4k]

ask: you call steve by his middle name just to piss him off [0.3k]

ask: steve looks after you when you have cramps [0.8k]

ask: steve is...bad at building a snowman [0.8k]

ask: meet-cute with steve at a coffee shop [1k]

ask: steve feels lucky to come home to you [0.9k]

ask: you and steve share your first kiss in the rain [0.9k]

ask: steve is moping so dustin decides to set him up with you [1.7k]

ask: steve makes his way home to you on your birthday [0.7k]

ask: sunshine!reader and grumpy!steve on a day when you're the grumpy one [1.2k]

ask: you're worried your new relationship with steve is too good to be true, but he sets you right [1.1k]

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀/𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:

steve does pottery

dad!steve and his daughter

dad!steve at his daughter's wedding

roller skating with steve

cuddling with steve

teasing steve by misunderstanding sports analogies

steve finally makes your tea correctly

swim team steve

steve vs a ponytail

jock!steve with a jock!girlfriend

steve dating a nerd

steve and the crew in the summertime

lifeguard!steve teaching kids to swim

steve doesn't judge you for your fears (he has some of his own)

steve's little mustache

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀:

kiss prompts

this might be our last kiss ever so let’s make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses that travel from your lover’s nose to their lips

pulling your lover closer by the waistband 18+

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall 18+

a goodbye kiss, but neither of you can quite let go

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

“if we get caught kissing we’re dead but let’s risk it”

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

"breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together"

everything is going to be okay kisses

smut prompts

"touch yourself" 18+

"you can take it" 18+

"you are doing so well" 18+

"I will never get enough of you" 18+

"tell me what you want" 18+

"let me see those eyes" 18+

"please kiss me" 18+

"you look so good beneath me.” + “I want you to ruin me.” 18+

"you take me so well" 18+

"keep your eyes on me"18+

"i can't get enough of you" 18+

what are we prompts

accidentally referencing them as 'my'

looking for them in a crowd

sparks when skin touches skin

knowing what they'll say

friends pointing it out

smiling more easily

rubbing comforting circles into their skin

personal gift

glowing after a nice remark and having it pointed out

little romantic gestures prompts

being observant to their likes and dislikes

sleepy scenarios

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

#navigation #steve harrington x reader

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elioslover · 10 months

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24 from the 50 meet cutes

Here we go!! I've got a few finished and will post them over the next couple days! This blurb is gonna have a second part (it's a double meet-cute ya'll!) based off of #1- which you can find here!

#24: Being paired up at Ballroom dancing class.

WC: 2k. || Other Writing || Warnings

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Wednesday evenings are designated to Ballroom dancing. This was a simple pleasure that had started as a favour you were doing for a friend. They had insisted it would be fun- and it was- as soon as the fifty minutes were up, you were informed that not only had they found it boring, but they also hadn't signed up for the next session.

You, on the other hand, had signed up for the next one, and, after the third time you had found yourself attending the quaint dance studio- conveniently four blocks from home- it was quite obvious that you would be attending indefinitely.

With spring came the wedding season, and it was time to learn the classic styles of waltz and foxtrot. As a bonus, the wedding season also applied to you- you were attending this weekend. There was a sense of pride in knowing you would be prepared for the reception- maybe even find yourself on the dancefloor for a change.

Unsurprisingly, when you crossed the threshold of the front entrance this evening, there were a few new faces- some looking happier to be here than others- and it took a little searching before you found a spot on the bench to put your bag.

It wasn't much longer before the instructor clapped her hands together and called the class to attention. She covered the basics of introductions and gave a quick run-down of how the class would proceed.

Following your usual- and most comfortable- routine, you found a spacious spot near the back left. As much as you enjoyed the freedom these classes provided, you weren't at the point of willingly thrusting yourself to the front, which may as well have been like stepping into the spotlight.

Everyone scattered, leaving enough space for one another to slide and groove around successfully. The music was a classic symphony, something perfect to tackle the waltz with,

The class was already in full swing, dancers repeating steps until they were ready to be executed with ease. Over the orchestral tunes, the door to the studio swung open, and a man, rather cute and frazzled, sheepishly snuck in, swiftly slipping through the group until he came to a stop at the very back and settling into the spot to your right.

Paying more attention to the steps than the mystery man, it only occurred to you that he had stolen the space of your favourite dance partner, Marv.

The instructor revised the final moves required for today's lesson and then clapped her hands together, initiating the next part of the class. It was time to put the steps into practice, and other students shifted to greet their partners.

The mystery man looked left and right, smiling at Marv before quickly switching his attention to yours truly. Feeling dread for the first time since signing up to dance, having to switch up partners had been decided for you.

Worse off, Marv seemed happier than he ever had, keen on teaming up with the lady to his right- at least twenty years older than yourself.

Sheepishly, your new dance partner smiled, and you finally took the time to check him out. His hair, soft and chocolate, is pulled up and out of his face courtesy of a bright pink clip. He doesn't seem too prepared for this class, dressed in a pair of light-wash jeans and a loosely fitted and extremely flattering white tee.

You start to wonder if he's one of the few dancers gearing up for a wedding they would soon be asked to attend. And, when he makes no further attempts to initiate stepping closer and getting into position with you, it's almost a guarantee that he has no idea what he's doing.

Not only would you soon be dancing with a stranger, but he seemed to be expecting you to take control- something dance class usually guaranteed was not a necessity.

The sooner you get things started, the shorter the suffering. So, you sent him a sweet smile and stepped closer, encouraging him to do the same. He sighed with a sense of relief and followed suit, awkwardly shifting and shuffling, his arms awkwardly trying to find a space to rest.

You muttered a soft greeting, hoping it would help him warm up to you, and it seemed to work when he said hello back in between a soothing sigh.

He still seemed unsure, standing in place, his eyes swelling with surprise when you took a final step forward, sneakers bumping into your own as you boldly wrapped your arm around his shoulder, snatching his hand and forcing him to fall into position.

Hesitantly, he wrapped his other hand around your waist- he was so clueless that you could have chosen to lead, and he wouldn't have had a clue.

The music was looping, other partners moving back and forth, and after a brief moment of bashfully acknowledging one another, you nodded, taking a step back. For a second, it seemed he was considering what came next before finally putting his foot forward and following suit.

You didn't even make it to the third step when he started to get confused, his gaze glued to the gap between the two of you, watching his feet as if they would magically know what to do.

The desire to sigh with frustration was doubling; this dance style was something you had been looking forward to. It sucked that your partner was so... useless.

If you didn't help him, there was no hope in mastering the waltz, and you did not go out of your way to attend this class just to give up now. So, even though his eyes widened with surprise as you came to a halt, hand loosening in his hold as you looked up at him,

"I'm gonna count… To make it a little easier for us." Easier for him, more like. All disdain is dismissed as his features softened cutely, brows furrowed, his lips pouting but still pulling into a smile.

When he realised your own brows were curiously raised, waiting for him to acknowledge your offer, he nodded animatedly, and you took that as your cue to begin,

"One. Two. Three." He wordlessly counted along; it was adorable but only seemed to confuse him further.

"One. Two. Three." Repeating. He was barely keeping up.

"One. Two- Jesus!" You hissed, releasing him from his grip as a sudden sharp pressure ached at your foot.

In sudden fright, he let go, hands raising with innocent defence, taking a swift step back. He had stepped on your foot. As much as he had tried to avoid the outcome, his overly focused brain had neglected to control his body, and before he was able to stop himself, his foot came down atop your own, applying all of his weight.

"Fuck. I am so sorry." He pleas apologetically, concern flashing across his features, "I-"

"It's fine." You said through gritted teeth, holding back the discomfort you were currently facing. Even though the sneakers you chose were solid enough, they must be made of metal, considering the force at which he pierced your toes.

He sighed, frazzled and embarrassed- regret that he had agreed to attend this class. His hands coming up to meet the sides of his head, you feel sympathy just looking at him- he must be extremely nervous, and you wonder what events led up to him ending up here, crammed in a dance studio, stomping on your precious little toes.

The others continued around you, counting aloud or simply swaying to the tune, and with sheer determination, you chose to keep trying- certain that there was a solution to this crisis. Your lips parted, preparing to conjure up a sentence, thankful when he quickly spoke up,

"Maybe you can... take the lead?"

Willing to try anything, you nodded in agreement and stepped closer again, extending your arm as an invitation. He accepted graciously, slinging his hand atop your shoulder; his fingers were cool, fingers coming to a stop at the top of your back.

Wrapping your arm around his waist, you felt a sense of authority you hadn't known to be lacking. Taking far too much pride in gaining control, being the one who would guide your bodies in time with the tunes.

He seemed pleased to oblige, his free hand capturing your own, his palms swallowing yours whole, trapping it like he had decided it was his to keep.

Entangled in each other's arms again, you encouraged each of his steps, slowly moving in between one another as he finally started getting the hang of it. Before long, you stopped whisper-counting and focused on your partner.

It was sweet how focused he seemed, adamant to avoid any further slips and stomps. Your foot was still stinging dully, but his eyes were so clear, so focused on your own; he looked at you like he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Soon, moving in such sweet synchronicity that you began to dread that class was due to conclude not long from now. From the ever-increasing smile that only seemed to keep growing across his features, you could tell he was having fun. Time running out sucked for two reasons now, the latter being the look on his face when he found out it was over.

Time was going by faster than you could revel in the fondness you felt for this moment, and a massive part of you hoped he had joined this class of his own free will. At least then, you would be gifted the opportunity of seeing him again, perhaps even partnering up.

But, with the same frightful clap that had brought the class to a start, the instructor called for attention and went on to praise and commend the group. Regretfully, the two of you separated, falling back into the scattered line.

She concluded with all of the necessary information for next Wednesday's session, and with one final word of support, the instructor dismissed the class of out-of-breath but extremely enthusiastic students.

You meandered over to your belongings, taking your time to sluggishly slip your sweater on, shuffling around in your bag for your phone, and praying that your stranger-turned-dance-partner would find the courage to properly introduce himself.

Almost everyone had scattered along the entrance and the sidewalk of the building, some of them exchanging light conversation whilst others began their commute home.

To your dismay, the man whose arms you had just spent an entire half hour in, seems to have disappeared altogether. You glance shamefully in all directions, even delaying yourself a tad longer in the hopes that he would still exit the building.

When it was clear he was gone, you worked hard to get rid of the disappointment that surfaced in your guts, reasoning that it simply wasn't meant to be.

It seemed best to forget about this fluke- better to spend the walk home visualising and rehearsing the new dance steps you would finally be putting into practice at your second-cousins wedding this Saturday.

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harryforvogue · 2 years

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a very very teeny tiny blurb about harry and mia and laila on harry's second ever father's day <3 2k words. happy reading!

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“Ah ah," Mia says warningly, swooping in to remove the steaming cup of black coffee from her daughter’s reach. “What did I say about super duper hot things?”

Laila immediately frowns and dramatically slides off her chair, deciding to lay on the floor.

“Yup,” Mia mutters. “That’s exactly right. You can’t touch super super hot stuff because it’ll burn you. Remember when you touched daddy’s soup two nights ago?”

At the memory of how hot the soup was, Laila puts her head down flat against the floor and Mia rolls her eyes, reaching for her own coffee. “So glad we’re on the same page.”

It doesn’t take long for Harry to get up, most likely worried as to why Mia and his daughter are both out of bed when they enjoy sleeping in late on weekends. He comes down stairs in his pajamas and a white shirt, frowning at the scene in the dining room when he arrives.

Harry tucks his hands into his pockets and looks at his wife and then two year old Laila.

“Why is my daughter face down on the floor?” he asks as if this is a normal occurrence, crouching in front of Laila when her little head goes up at the sound of her father’s voice.

Mia smiles behind her mug as she watches Laila get back onto her feet and scramble towards her father with watery eyes. Harry opens his arms and lets her fall into them, playfully groaning and pretending to stagger back.

He stands up, picking her up along the way. She rests her head on his shoulder, kicking her legs excitedly against his torso.

“Getting more and more dramatic by the day, aren’t you?” he laughs softly, messing up her curls. “Just like your mother.” His eyes shine as he glances over Laila’s head at her.

Mia quips, “Takes two to make one. Nine months to carry also, in case you’ve forgotten.”

He walks to her and leans down, giving her a long, soft kiss. “Good morning. I imagine all this is for me?”

It’s true. She’s gotten up early to finish making breakfast for all of them, everything that Harry likes. “It is,” she murmurs, giving him one more kiss. “Laila helped a lot though.”

“Did she?” Harry says, walking to his seat across the table, seating himself and then Laila in his lap. “What did you do to help, hmm?”

Laila immediately strains to reach his cup of coffee which Mia removes from her reach again.

“Oh, I see,” Harry says, pulling his daughter back down. “You wanna try it? Too bad. Here.” He reaches for the maple syrup, gently tipping a small dollop onto his finger. He lets Laila taste it, and she likes it very much, so she sits back in his lap and stops squirming, sucking on his finger.

“So,” Mia says, taking a sip of her coffee, pushing his cup back to him. “I’ve got the day planned. And everything is on me.”

Harry takes his cup and turns it around to read the contents on it. “DILF of my dreams, fire of my loins," he reads, smiling. “How romantic you are, Mia.”

“Thank you. It’s custom made by the way. I picked it out.”

“I can tell. It can go with the collection of other things you’ve custom made for me. Right next to boxers decorated with your face.”

Mia says, “And next to the car sticker that says ‘Warning, Hot Mama in the passenger seat’?”

“Mhm. That was a good one. Now what were you saying about all our plans being on you today?”

Laila is now using Harry’s finger as a teether. He winces when she bites down hard.

“Dinner is on me. Drinks are on me. I’m the designated driver if needed. Dessert is also on me.”

Harry’s eyes narrow as she continues to speak. When she’s done, he puts his coffee down and holds his hand out. “Give me my credit card back. Both of them actually.”

Mia looks offended. “I was seriously going to pay! With my own money! I am a full time employed woman!”

“Mhm. C’mon. Be good and hand it over.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s in my bag. Just take it from there.”

“All right.” He picks up his coffee again and takes a gentle sip before reaching for his waffle. “Continue.”

“Rude. Now, if you look at the seat next to you, you’ll see all the boring financial and business magazines that I bought for you this morning. With my own money, mind you.”

Harry glances over and pulls the chair out. Sure enough, there are 6 different magazines, all by publishers he likes to read. “Thank you, my love. You got all the right ones. That’s very impressive considering we’re always in different sections when at the bookstore.”

“Yes, well, just because I’m off buying smutty books doesn’t mean I don’t keep an eye on what you’re buying also.”

Laila reaches for one of the magazines, but Harry pulls her away from them, handing her the bottle of syrup to keep her occupied.

“And do all these plans include Laila?” He tilts Laila forward and kisses her cheek, making her giggle loudly, dropping the syrup bottle onto Harry’s foot.

“Yes,” Mia says, smiling fondly at them both. “But at night, our lovely friends Amara and Zack will take her for a bit.”

“Oh?” Harry says, raising his eyebrows, very interested. “Got another surprise?”

“You bet I do. And we need to take advantage of them more often. Who knows how many father’s days we have left until they have kids themselves.”

Harry just smiles, but Mia suspects he’s thinking about all the times Mia panicked about leaving Laila with Amara and Zack, especially the year following Laila’s birth.

“Sounds good,” he says softly.

“You know I have to admit. I had to look up on Google what to do on Father’s day. With my dad in New York, we’d just have a barbeque or something, but I wasn’t so sure about that. But everything on the internet was mentioned going beer tasting or golfing or setting a guys’ day but you don’t like beer that much, and you just went golfing the other day, and you don’t have friends that I could invite for a guys’ day–”

“Careful, Mia,” he murmurs.

“--so you’re stuck with me and Laila.”

“You know without you and Laila, I wouldn’t even be a father.”

Mia’s eyes light up. “Say the word, Styles, and we’ll do it all again.”

“Not yet, my love,” he smiles, looking down at Laila. “This one is enough to handle right now.”

Laila doesn't understand what he’s saying. She’s resting her head against her dad’s arm, eyes getting heavy with sleep.

“You’re right. Speaking of fathers, I’ve gone ahead and sent a card to your father on your behalf and blocked his number from your phone for the day.”

Harry throws his head back and laughs. “Now that’s the real present.”

“I knew you’d like it.”

“You called your dad?”

“I did.” She finishes the remainder of her coffee and sets aside her empty dishes. “He’s really excited for our trip next month.”

She takes her dishes and walks to the kitchen. As she’s putting everything in the sink, she hears Harry’s chair pull back and when he arrives in the kitchen, Laila isn’t in his arms. He’s set her down somewhere, perhaps, so he has two free arms to wrap around her waist.

With a hard yank, he pulls her tight against his chest and ducks his head, pressing his freshly shaved face against her neck, making her laugh suddenly. “Harry!”

He drops his lips to her neck, kissing every inch of skin he can as she squirms in his arms. He readjusts his hold to bind her arms down as he continues to kiss her neck, trailing up to her jaw and finally her cheek where he lays kiss after kiss to her skin.

“You’re tickling me!” she shrieks, trying to twist out of his grip. “Stop!”

The kitchen counter digs into her back when he turns her around and presses her into the marble, catching her face with his hands, his wedding band cold on her face, his mouth warm against hers. The kiss is heavy, passionate, but very sweet, his fingers pulling gently on the strands of her hair that frame her face.

Her arms go around his neck as she steps onto her tiptoes and kisses him back, enjoying the taste of toothpaste and dark roast coffee, enjoying the scent of his body wash. Everything about him is intoxicating as it has been for years.

He pulls away to steal a quick breath before delving back in, kissing her bottom lip gently. Her fingers grab his shirt and make an attempt at pulling on it, but from the way Harry smiles into the kiss and doesn’t budge, she knows he finds the move amusing but not convincing enough.

“I love you,” he whispers almost inaudibly against her mouth, pulling her chin up. He glances down at her with his tired eyes, the effects of last week's work still evident on his face. “You’re so…I love you, Mia. Thank you.”

She swallows. “Don’t thank me yet. Haven’t done anything but make you a waffle and coffee.”

“Not for that. I mean, yes, for that. It was lovely. But especially thank you for sticking with me.” His thumb brushes over her cheeks. “Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for Laila. Thank you for dealing with me on my worst days. Thank you for forgiving me every single time. Mia,” he whispers, stealing one more kiss. “Thank you for loving me. I know it’s not easy to love me.”

“Are you kidding me?” Mia says softly, sliding her fingers into his hair. She feels tears prick at her eyes. “Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. It wasn’t even a choice to not love you.” She steps closer to him. “I should be thanking you for putting up with me.”

“It’s so difficult to put up with you sometimes,” he whispers, making Mia clasp her hand to her mouth to resist barking out a laugh. He gently touches her wrist and bats it away.

“Shut up, prick,” she says, tears spilling over her cheeks. “I’m trying to be romantic. Let me be romantic.”

“Sorry.” He thumbs away her tears. “Go on.”

But she can’t trust her voice now and all she can do is throw her arms around him and hug him fiercely, sighing with relief when he hugs her back just as tight, cradling her head.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispers, sniffling against his shirt. “I love you.”

He kisses the top of her head. “I know you love me. You wouldn’t get up this early to make me breakfast if you didn’t love me.”

She sputters out laugh, wiping her tears. “Shut up.”

When she draws back, she sees Harry’s eyelashes are also wet and they both look at each other for a silent moment before bursting into soft laughter.

“We’re so pathetic,” Harry says, pressing his palms to his eyes.

“We are,” she agrees, wiping her face messily. “Are you ready for your second ever father’s day?”

He laughs once more through his tears. “Is your bank account ready?”

“Yes. I’m spoiling you today. Everything is on me. Including the condoms we’re using tonight.”

“You went out and bought condoms specifically for today?”

“I’m spoiling you!”

“You’re taking this very seriously too. It’s cute.” He reaches out and pinches her cheek. “You’re cute.”

Mia opens her mouth to say something but when she hears Laila beginning to fuss wherever Harry’s left her. He hears her too, immediately leaving the kitchen to check on their daughter without another thought. Mia follows him.

Laila is in her playpen, pointing tearfully at her toy she’s thrown out of the pen herself. Harry grabs it while Mia pulls Laila out of the pen and tucks her against her chest.

“Dramatic,” Mia says. “Like her mother, right?”

Harry smiles, wrapping his arms around them both, all three of them softly sniffling. “Took the words right out of my mouth, love.”

#harry and mia #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #i don't need to tag the original story right #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction

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7ndipity · 4 months

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7ndipity 2k/New Years Celebration!🎉

To celebrate hitting 2k followers, I’m opening requests for the weekend!

The 500 word blubs got the most votes on the poll, but a lot of people also voted for the both option(blurbs and shipping game), so I figured I'd just do both!🤷

For the blurb requests, just send me an ask with your idea like normal! This includes hard/soft thoughts(example here), as well as random ideas and headcanons. As long as it fits my guidelines and can be written in under 500 words, I’ll do my best to write as many of them as possible this weekend and in the coming week!

For the shipping game, just send me an ask with some basic info about yourself like appearance/style, personality, hobbies, astrology signs, etc, and I’ll let you know which member(s) I think you vibe with the most!(you can also specify if you prefer platonic or romantic context)

Thank you all again so much for 2k and Happy New Year!💜

#7ndipity speaks #7ndipity 2k celebration #bts requests #bts reaction #bts blurbs #bts x reader #bts x y/n #requests #bts scenarios #bts headcanons

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harlowhockeystick · 10 months

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♡ J’s 2k follower celly! ♡

- wowowowow two thousand of you!!! that’s so many people following little ol me :,) and i am very appreciative for all of you! your little asks, comments, and notes make me smile, and now i can smile two thousand times more!

- so now, to celebrate, we’ll have a fun four day long event here at auntie j’s house to celebrate. below are the things you can request (don’t worry, you can do more than one over the next 4 days). my ask of you is that you keep your requests to the people i have on my list of people i write for, as well as au’s.

💐 blurb requests: send me a prompt from this list with someone from the list of people i weite for (linked above), and i will give you a short little blurb! please be 18 or older if you request smut.

⚡️ fake ig requests: send me a scenario, or somewhat of a prompt, and i will give you a fake if edit! (ex: freddie andersen & wedding)

🌷song associations: give me a scenario, and i will give you a short little playlist of some of my favorite songs! (ex: picnic date with cale makar)

✨ moodboard requests: send me a scenario prompt and i will give you a moodboard based off the prompt. (ex: freddie andersen and holiday weekend).

🌺 spotify number: send me a number and i will tell you the name of the song that is from my liked songs on spotify!

please send all requests here! this celebration will last from today, thursday june 15 through monday june 19. i'm so excited, thank you again!!! all of u get kisses, mwah mwah mwah!

tagging some mutuals, please tell me if you are uncomfortable with being tagged! @2manytabsopen @mynameisjesuschrist @ilyasorokinn @laurenairay @twinklelilstarkey @nylwnder @jordan-nachol @matbaerzal

#j's 2k celly #nhl imagine #nba imagine #obx imagine

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eddies-puppet · 1 year

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Updated 14th February 2024

Smut 🔥 Angst 🥺 Fluff 🥰 Descriptions of Violence 😱

Joseph Quinn

Blurbs

Underneath The Tree 🥰 - 1.1k - Joe surprises you by coming home from his trip early, just in time to help you decorate the Christmas tree 🎄

One Shots

Those Eyes! 🔥 - 2.5k - You meet Joe in a bar and the night doesn’t end how you expected!

Eddie Munson

One Shots

Study Break 🔥 - 2.8k - You’ve been studying non-stop recently, trying to make sure you graduate so you and Eddie can get out of Hawkins. One hot day though, you’re distracted by your half-naked boyfriend playing that damn guitar…

My Girl 🥺🥰 - 2k - After a particularly bad fight with your dad, you run to your best friend for help and a place to stay.

My Girl (Part Two) 🔥🥰- 2.3k - Y/N and Eddie have crossed the line from friends to lovers and there’s no turning back. Good job they don’t want to!

Beautiful 🔥🥺🥰 - 2.4k - Jason and his friends target Y/N over her weight, so Eddie finds his own way to show her how beautiful she is.

The Silverchair Chronicles 🔥🥺🥰😱

Miss You Love 🥺🥰 - 900 - Eddie and Y/N have been dating for a while now in secret, but Y/N is fed up of being Eddie’s dirty little secret.

Blurbs

My Queen 🥰 - ~800 - Just a little fluffy blurb of Eddie looking after his girlfriend when she has cramps.

Toughest, Bravest 🥺🥰 - 800 - Eddie being the supportive king I know he would be in the face of his love being diagnosed with a serious illness.

You Gave Us Our World 🥺🥰 - 1.2k - Eddie is feeling insecure on Valentine’s Day but also being the best boyfriend!

Works in Progress

Out of The Upside Down (Series) 🔥🥺🥰 - After Eddie’s escape from the Upside Down and the fall of Hawkins, his best friend Y/N tries to help him get back on his feet, but soon friendship turns to love, and changes everything for them and those around them.

Lovers Lake 🔥 - It’s a hot summer day in Hawkins and Eddie takes Y/N to a packed Lovers Lake to cool down. At least, that was the plan!

Party Night 🔥 - Y/N and Eddie get carried away at a party at Harrington Mansion!

Sunday Morning 🔥🥰 - There’s nothing better than waking up with Eddie on a rainy Sunday morning.

Domesticity 🔥🥰 - Wayne is away for the weekend so Y/N takes it upon herself to teach Eddie to cook. However it seems Eddie has a thing for housewives!

The God of Hellfire 🔥 - Y/N has been teasing Eddie under the table all through Hellfire. After the rest of the guys have left, he pulls her back into the room and locks the door.

Marked 🔥 - Tattoo artist!Eddie is inking his favourite girl but finds her moaning seriously hot!

Hellfire 🔥🥰 - Eddie asks Y/N if he can hold Hellfire at her house and comes up with his own way to thank her.

*New* BlackOut 🔥🥰 - A ferocious storm rolls through Hawkins, wiping out the power supply. Y/N makes her way to her best friends trailer rather than be home alone all night.

Unnamed 🔥 - Y/N Harrington, Steve’s cousin, is visiting for the holidays and catches the eye of a certain Eddie Munson…

*New* Unnamed 🔥🥰 - Y/N is home from college for the holidays and Eddie picks her up from the bus station. On the way back to Hawkins, he can’t wait one more second to get his hands on her.

Spencer Reid

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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can I request a n angsty 👥💀🔫🤫📚!! I would love to see what you come up with!!

Wow we have kicked this off with some heavy angst! This does not have a happy ending.

Send me emojis for my milestone celebration and I’ll write you a blurb!

👥 friends to lovers

💀 character death

🔫 hostage situation

🤫 secret relationship

📚 student / teacher

CW - swearing, age gap between consenting adults, hostage situation, guns, blood, death of a major character.

WC - 2k

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Justice

The second you’d stepped into Doctor Spencer Reid’s classroom on the first day of the semester, he had an overwhelming feeling that he needed to know you.

You were older than most of his other students, but still probably too young for him to lust after you the way he did.

But he couldn’t help himself. He found you intrinsically fascinating, from the way you knew all the answers to his questions to the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

One day after class you brought him coffee and he sat drinking it while you quizzed him on his time at the BAU.

You wanted to be a profiler and had so many questions about his former job. If truth be told he loved talking about it, but he loved talking to you about it more than anyone.

You were genuinely interested in his stories from his years with the FBI, hanging off his every word.

And when time came for his next class, you clearly still wanted to know more as you asked him for coffee again.

He was dumb to do anything but agree. He found you hypnotising, easily getting pulled down the rabbit hole of your creation.

But he didn’t care one little bit.

You became something akin to friends. You went for coffee between classes and after a while started spending your weekends together at museums and bookstores.

After an evening spent at the theatre at a Forgein Film Fest, Spencer had kissed you for the first time.

It had happened out on the sidewalk outside the theatre while you were in the middle of asking if he wanted to get some food. Half way through your sentence he’d silenced you with his lips.

Dinner had been bypassed in lieu of going to his apartment, which was conveniently right around the corner from the movie theatre.

Food became the furthest thing from your mind when Doctor Spencer Reid was undressing you and leading you to his bed.

You had to keep your relationship secret, although you were of age, student / teacher relationships were heavily frowned upon and neither of you wanted to risk trouble.

You both liked the secrecy though. During classes your eyes would meet in knowing looks just for the two of you.

No one needed to know, it was your little secret.

For close to eight months, everything was perfect between the two of you. Spencer felt like the luckiest man in the world. He had the woman of dreams and a job he loved, one that kept him out of harm's way.

Or so he thought.

In giving up the BAU Spencer had been lulled into a false sense of security. He stupidly believed the danger in his life was over now he wasn’t an FBI agent.

He should have known better.

When he saw the man enter his classroom half way through class that day, the hairs had stood on the back of his neck immediately. There was something wrong.

Students turned up late for class all the time, but never this late. And he was too old to be taking Spencer’s class, probably around Spencer’s age and Spencer was sure he wasn’t another professor.

Spencer was sure he knew a split second before the man pulled the gun from the waistband of his jeans what was going to happen.

Instinctively Spencer reached for his own gun which hadn’t sat at his hip for some time now.

He glanced up at you, seeing the fear riddling your gestures as you looked back at him. But he had no way to save you. He wasn’t a gun carrying FBI agent anymore. He was a simple professor.

“Everyone on the ground!” The man yelled, his voice echoing around the auditorium.

Everyone quickly did as they were told. Everyone except Spencer.

“Calm down,” Spencer held his hands up in surrender. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Shut up.” The man spat, gun trained on Spencer. “On the ground.”

“No.” Spencer took a couple of tentative steps forward. “No, we can talk about this. I was an FBI agent, I can-“

“You’re not a fed.” The man’s eyes bulged in anger.

“Former. But I can get you out of this. If you just turn around right now we can just forget-“

“Shut up!” The man yelled, turning the gun and shooting it at the wall.

Screams and cries filled the room at the sound of the gunshot. Your head whipped up from where you’d been laying on your front on the floor, needing to check it wasn’t Spencer who had been shot.

You breathed a shaky breath when you saw him unharmed.

“Tell me your name.” Spencer took a few more steps closer to him. “I’m Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

The gun was pointing back at Spencer now. Spencer lost count of how many times he’d had guns pointed at him, honestly it barely phased him.

“Toby.”

“Ok Toby,” Spencer stepped closer still. “Let’s talk.”

You watched from the floor as Spencer got closer and closer to the lunatic. Your heart was hammering against your chest at the sight of the gun trained on your boyfriend.

This couldn’t be how you lost him. You’d barely even had a chance to begin, he couldn’t be taken from you yet.

But you also knew he’d been an amazing agent, and if anyone could talk this man down, it was him.

“I don’t want to talk.” The man spat, now right in front of Spencer. “Talking is the last thing I want to do.”

“Toby, I understand you’re angry but this isn’t-“ Spencer was cut off when Toby slapped him around the side of the head with the butt of the gun.

Spencer groaned, stumbling backwards a little from the impact.

The whimper that left your lips was completely involuntary. But it garnered the attention of the gun wielding psychopath.

“What was that?” He looked around the faces of the students on the floor before landing on you.

Your body shook as he came closer to you, the gun now aimed at you.

“On your feet.”

“Leave her alone.” Spencer spat.

Toby ignored him.

“On. Your. Feet.”

You were sobbing as you pushed yourself up, your legs shaking and barely able to hold you.

You looked over at Spencer, he had blood trickling down the side of his face.

Toby looked between the two of you, the looks you were giving each other were not lost on him.

“Oh, well isn't this precious”. He snarled menacingly. “Is Professor Reid boning his student?”

“It’s Doctor Reid.” Spencer couldn’t help himself. “It’s not like that. It’s not…”

He trailed off and looked at you, even with tears streaming down your cheeks you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

“I love her.” He said, never taking his eyes off of you.

You never dreamed that the first time Spencer would tell you he loved you would be under these circumstances. The joy those words should have brought you was short lived given the madman and his gun staring at you.

“I love him too.” You sobbed.

“How cute.” Toby scoffed. “Such a shame one of you is going to die today.”

“No one needs to die, Toby. Just tell me what it is you want and I can help you. Please, no one needs to die.”

Toby turned his back on you and focused solely on Spencer.

Spencer knew he just had to keep Toby talking long enough for help to come.

And help was coming.

As soon as Spencer felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck when Toby entered his class room, he’d hit the speed dial button on his phone in his pocket.

Speed dial number one. Emily Prentiss. He’d never gotten around to reprogramming it and he was so grateful for that now.

The BAU would be on their way. He estimated they could get here in a half hour if they hurried. He just had to keep a handle on the situation until then.

“You know what?” Tony grinned manically. “Everybody who isn’t in love with Doctor Reid, can leave.”

Sounds of confusion filled the room and soft shuffling. No one wanted to risk getting killed.

“GO!” Toby yelled at the students before tossing some rope at you. “Tie him up.”

You looked at Spencer who nodded as he made his way to sit in the chair behind his desk.

One by one the terrified students got up and hurried out of the auditorium while you made your way to Spencer on shaky legs.

“It’s going to be ok.” He whispered to you as you worked on tying his arms behind his back. “The BAU are on their way. It’s going to be ok.”

Once the room was empty and Spencer was tied to the chair, Toby inspected his bindings to make sure he couldn’t escape before tying you to another chair.

“Why are you doing this?” Spencer asked.

“Justice.” Toby grinned, pointing the gun back at Spencer.

“Justice?” Spencer scoffed.

“You took away someone very dear to me, Doctor Reid. Someone who I loved very much. Maybe I should return the favour?” He quickly spun and pointed the gun at you, causing you to whimper.

“Stop being cryptic and tell me what you’re talking about.” Spencer tried to keep his cool.

When the gun was pointing at him that was easy for him to do. But when it was pointing at you, cool was the last thing he felt.

“She’s so pretty, Doctor Reid. A little young for you?” He came closer to you and you wiggled in your chair, pulling against your bindings.

“Leave her alone.” Spencer spat.

Toby ran the fingers of his free hand along your jaw, making you squirm.

“How is she in bed Doctor? I bet you can’t believe a young, beautiful student would want to fuck a washed up piece of shit like you?” He quickly spun to Spencer again.

“I’m a very lucky man.” Spencer kept his voice levelled.

If he could keep Toby focused on him and not you then he could remain calm.

“She’ll move on. She’s young, she’ll bounce back. Sure, she’ll mourn you but she’ll find someone else.” He got closer to Spencer, until the gun was touching Spencer’s forehead.

Spencer knew at that moment there was no way out of this. He knew as the cool metal touched his skin that this was most certainly how he was going to die.

“I don’t want her to mourn me. I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to move on with her life.”

“Spencer…” you whined, tears still heavily falling from your eyes.

“Before you kill me, just tell me why. At least tell me what I’m dying for.” Spencer ignored you.

Toby smiled sardonically, pressing the gun harder against his forehead.

“It’s justice.” He shrugged. “Justice for Cat Adam’s.”

Spencer didn’t have a chance to ruminate on Tony’s words.

The trigger clicked and then the sound of gunfire filled the room.

You screamed, pulling so hard on your bindings that the chair tumbled and you fell to the floor.

Blood trickled from the hole in Spencer’s forehead as his lifeless body slumped over in the chair.

“SPENCER!” You screamed, sobbing against the hard floor. “Spencer!”

Everything that happened after that was a blur.

The BAU swarmed the place and arrested Toby while someone who told you his name was Luke untied you and helped you up.

You freed yourself from him, running over to the dead body of the man you loved.

You sobbed against his chest, his blood getting all over you but you didn’t care.

Eventually you were pulled away and put in the back of an SUV.

Numerous people tried to ask you what had happened but you couldn’t speak. You were catatonic.

In time it would get easier. In time you would stop being haunted by Spencer’s lifeless form in your sleep. In time you might even move on.

But although you didn’t die that day, a part of you did. And you’d spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been of your life with Doctor Spencer Reid.

#spencer reid #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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ilguna · 10 months

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| CELEBRATIONS |

below you will find a link to each of my celebrations for milestones/blurb weekends.

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✿ butterfly emporium ✿

1.6k celebration that took place in may/june of 2021.

♡ shine, dream, smile weekend ♡

a small blurb weekend that took place in october of 2021.

☼ beach party ☼

2k celebration that took place in october/november of 2022.

♪ apocalypse survivor ♪

3k celebration that took place in september/october of 2023.

#ilguna #celebrations #celebrations masterlist

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goldsainz · 9 months

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sorry that i’ve been a bit behind on the 2k celly requests, but it’s been a vv busy week. tomorrow (friday) i’ll get done various blurbs for the 2k celly to have for the week/weekend so dw if i haven’t gotten to your request yet!

#⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ thoughts !#── my 2k celly

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“In awe, the first time you realised it” with Mat Barzal please🥺

31. In awe, the first time you realised it

I swear all my favorite things I've written are for barz, this is also so self-indulgent for me bc my love language is playlists

You and Mat had been dating for just under a year now, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship even after a few fights, and he swore you were the only person he would never get tired of. The weekends you spent at his apartment, the Saturday morning markets you always dragged him to, the nights he curled on your couch watching TV while you worked away at the kitchen table, there was no such thing as too much time with you.

The feeling nagged at the back of Mat’s mind, subtle and quiet, a distant voice telling him he was in love with you even if his brain hadn’t completely registered it yet. Your relationship was comfortable. You moved around each other with an ease Mat had never known, as if you’d spent years together and now lived in routines that revolved around the other. He hadn’t even processed how used to being around you he’d gotten until your first summer apart had hit.

He thought about you all the time, wondering whether or not you’d like the outfit he chose when he went out with friends, whether you’d enjoy his mom’s cooking, whether you were thinking about him all the way back in New York when he was in Coquitlam.

By the time fall came back around, he was ready to ask you to move in even if neither of you had said those words yet. Mat just missed you all the time. It didn’t matter how much time you spent apart, he was counting the hours until he saw you again.

It was only when the two of you packed your bags and climbed into his car, ready for a weekend road trip upstate that the overwhelming feeling of how much he loved you hit him. You chose to drive, knowing Mat’s proclivities for driving a little too fast would’ve made you insane during the four hour ride to the secluded cabin he rented. In turn, he got to choose the music, though you made him compromise that he’d split the time between both of your spotifys.

Yours and Mat’s music taste didn’t always mesh well, and while he knew your account and followed it, he never delved into the playlists you curated. At the two hour mark, he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your account, clicking through a few playlists as he tried to find one that he wouldn’t completely hate.

He came across one titled happiness, the playlist photo piquing his curiosity. It was a little further down the list, about halfway through your nearly twenty playlists, and he recognized the picture as his own head. There were no discernible features, only his hair as his head rested on your chest and your fingers curled in the strands, but Mat knew it was him.

One by one, he read over each song in the playlist. The theme seemed all over the place, ranging from slow songs to upbeat pop to hip-hop, and his curiosity got the best of him.

“Babe, what’s this playlist?” He asked, stretching your phone so you could check the screen. You only took a brief glance, noticing the title immediately and shifting your focus back to the road.

“Oh, it’s just a bunch of songs that remind me of you,” you answered with an apathetic shrug. You added the first song a week after you met Mat after your first date when you knew that you wouldn’t be letting him go any time soon.

Mat furrowed his brows, not quite sure what Christmas Eve by Kelly Clarkson or Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye had to do with him, but he pressed shuffle anyways.

The first song that came on was Flightless Bird, American Mouth, and Mat vaguely remembered hearing this before.

“Why’s this one on it?” He asked.

“Remember when I made you watch Twilight even though you complained the entire time? You said you thought this song sounded nice, so I added it,” you explained.

“And Bloom?” Mat questioned, finding another song title he didn’t know.

“It was a song that played in the cafe during our first date.”

“Shoop?”

“That one night we stayed up until three baking brownies because we were drunk and hungry, we sang it, like, four times dancing in the kitchen,” you said.

It turned out every song on the playlist had some underlying meaning as to why you added it. There was the song you first slow danced to at a teammate’s wedding, the song you chose to karaoke to once at a bar, the song Mat always played first thing upon turning on his car for a couple weeks whenever he drove anywhere, songs he found himself singing under his breath while not realizing you were listening, his favorite Taylor Swift songs even though he would publicly claim he didn’t listen to her, songs he went crazy for every time they played in clubs. Every song had a story.

Mat didn’t ask you for the explanation for each one, not wanting to annoy you with his many questions, but he connected the dots soon enough after you told him Green Light by Lorde was on there because of how many times you and Mat had watched through New Girl, but more specifically, the scene where Nick and Jess finally get together.

A few sparked memories in his own head, the Khalid songs you made him listen to the one time you convinced him to get high with you, the Kendrick songs he swore were the best rap songs ever made, even a few Bieber songs you found more tolerable than others since you weren’t a fan of him but Mat was.

The playlist was nearing fifty songs, all recounting moments in your relationship over the past year, and Mat’s chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t even bat an eye explaining the meaning of each song, every story fresh in your mind and you told him each one without hesitation. Had it not been for your eyes on the road, you probably would’ve noticed the tears welling in his eyes, though he quickly brushed them away.

His heart was so full of love for you, how you paid attention to every detail, and there was no doubt in his mind he was in love.

“You good?” You glanced over quickly, curious as to why he was quiet all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m good.” He cleared his throat.

“I love you.”

That caught your attention immediately, and you looked back at him, your own eyebrows slightly drawn together in confusion as the outburst.

“Yeah?” You asked. The words had been on the tip of your tongue for so long you could probably trace it back to the first time you met him, but you kept it to yourself. Mat was always cautious with his words, never wanting to say anything he didn’t fully believe, and you didn’t want to scare him off saying it too early.

“Yeah,” he replied confidently. Grabbing the hand resting on the gearshift, he intertwined your fingers and brought it to his lips. “I love you." Gently, Mat kissed your knuckles.

Your own heart felt like bursting at the soft look on his face. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” he chuckled, wide grins spreading across both of your faces.

You brought his knuckles to your own lips, placing a soft kiss on them before letting your joined hands rest across the middle console. The remainder of the drive was silent, neither of you starting a conversation as you let your playlist take you the rest of the way.

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