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whosjunglejim4322 · 1 year

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Saccharine - E.M

Warnings ® smut! Fluff, soft bf Eddie<3, first time sex as a couple! Nasty IN LOVE smut bc this bitch is a hopeless romantic! Eddie is super sensitive, Established relationship, you stroke his dick, Eddie almost cums in his pants, lil bit of dry humping, this is incredibly self indulgent but u didn't hear that from me, overly descriptive bc why not

You shouldn't be nervous, really. It's just Eddie, who is your boyfriend of three months and twenty-six days. Who is sitting across from you on his creaky mattress criss-cross style, your knees touching. Your Eddie, who has two big hands flailing in the air as he goes on about the recent campaign, broad mouth etched into a whimsical smile, big eyes wondrous and full of excitement for the tale.

The bed bounces with his enthusiasm, and you draw closer to him with each syllable.

Your Eddie, who is doing nothing out of the ordinary, and who is as beautiful as ever in loose fitting plaid pyjama bottoms and a tattered black tee that exposes half of his collarbone and smudges of black ink - he doesn't even have to try, and perhaps these simple mundane realizations are what cause the flutter of wings in the pit of your stomach.

"And then Mike - hey, you okay?"

If it weren't for his vast change in expression, you truly wouldn't have realized what a trance you're in. Between the furrow of his unkempt brows and the amused but curious tilt at the corner of his mouth, you come back to earth. The weight of gravity settles in your bone marrow, as his calloused thumb quickly strokes your chin as if to remind you he is still here.

"I - yeah yeah, sorry I just," you grab his hand by the heaviness of his wrist, dragging it into your lap so you can stroke the back of his rough knuckles. "got distracted s'all."

Your eyes divert to where your fingers are joined and the sound of his airy, through-the-nose chuckle has more heat blossoming behind your ribcage, nudging at your organs.

"I'll stop with the D&D talk, know you hear enough about it from the kids. There's only so much dorkiness you should be subjected to, y'know?"

It's lighthearted, he's smirking and looking down at you with enough palpable fondness the apples of your cheeks feel like they're being stroked by a flame. Still, the implication that he may be bothering you in any way has an urgency filling your eyes. You shake your head.

"No, no that never bothers me Eds, don't be silly." The nickname makes his mouth dry, still, after three months and twenty-six days. You finally meet his glance. "You're just handsome, really handsome especially when you're talking about something you're passionate about and I just...yeah."

It's word vomit, messy and you feel like it makes no sense but then he squeezes your hand and you know that he reads between the nervous mumbo jumbo - you have no clue how you make him feel, do you?

"You're fucking cute." He breathes out earnestly, smoothing his grip upwards to your forearms and pulling you forward with minimal effort - right onto the stirdiness of his lap.

Your giddiness is the perfect portrait, your arms finding a resting place atop his broad shoulders. Curls tickle the tops of your arms and your wrists, and your thighs brace your frame by the slim of his taut waist. He can't help it, the giggles escaping his throat. The proximity is intoxicating for no reason at all.

"Can't believe this is our first time spending the night together, I'm so used to falling asleep on the phone with you that it really doesn't feel all that different." He smooths your hair out of your eyes, tucks it behind your left ear.

I get to touch her like this, he thinks to himself. His chest jostles underneath the muscle and bone.

"Yeah, except I get to fall asleep with you'n my arms, wake up with you in em' too. I'm one lucky son of a bitch, hmm?"

He's practically thinking out loud, but he's too far gone to feel shame. When you nuzzle your face against the warm nook of his neck, wet lips smiling against the flesh, his encapsulating arms squeeze you impossibly tighter. He buries his nose against the top of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo. Your cheek grazes the side of his jaw as you meet him face to face, nose to nose.

He sees you trying to formulate words, a sentence, even a sound but none of it seems like a totally accurate way to express the adoration threatening to consume you from the inside out. You graze his cheek with your mouth, slowly, tentatively, and he hangs on with half an air full of lungs.

You suckle his bottom lip and he sighs into your mouth, the relief making him lightheaded. He kicks into gear and pushes back with an overlap of his mouth - hands wandering over the small of your back, to your soft lovehandles and upwards until his fingrtips have passed your jugular and he's holding your face as tenderly as you're holding his.

It's now, when you feel it - the growing firmness beneath he thin material of his bottoms. He tries to keep it at bay but it's damn near impossible, and the whimper, the fucking whimper you let out when his soft tongue touches yours from the warm cavern of your mouth - he couldn't stop it from twitching even if he wanted to. He's only a man.

And you're a menace. As new as this is, your body reacts to the prod in between your legs, underneath your crotch. You press yourself tighter to his frame, hips scooching against his hard-on in the process and he stiffens.

"Mmm, baby baby..." your pout is immediate when he breaks from your mouth, brows furrowed and lips a kiss bitten fuschia. For a moment, you think you've taken it too far too fast - he's stopped you from moving completely. Your whole body burns with a tingly sensation somewhere between shame and the aftershocks of arousal.

"Are you...are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You sound so sweet, it makes his lower belly ache among other things. He stifles a laugh brcause he knows it will only make you feel worse. Something wrong. Something wrong.

"Fuck no, I-sorry I just uh...almost..." He can't bring himself to say it, you guys haven't even been kissing for five whole minutes and here he is about to blow his load. When you realize how close his dark lashes are from kissing his cheeks, how his pupils have almost turned the whole of his irises onyx, you connect the dots.

Woah, you did that to him? That moth in your belly threatens to take flight, and without much thought, your mouth is moving before you can stop it.

"I wanna see."

Those are the only words your brain allows you to spit out. His chest has gone still, and you feel that twitch against your center again. Your thighs have begun to tremble.

"You wanna see...? My cock?" He shouldn't sound so incredulous. You're his girlfriend for christ's sake, but you are important to him. More important than he ever thought anyone could be, and so he has kept his lust at a minimum of 48% when he's around you for the most part. Save for intense makeout sessions.

"Yeah, I wanna...well I wanna know how to make you feel good."

He's worried for a moment that he's having another wet dream, but he's sure this is real life because he feels how warm you are against him and you are so close he can see his own reflection in your eyes. You toy with the shell of his ear and a chill ascends his spine.

"Sweetheart if you touch me m'not gonna last long." His skin is pink and scarlet, and he's gotten at least ten degrees hotter judging by the heat billowing off of the back of his neck. His adams apple bobs when he swallows.

"That's okay, really it is. You have nothing to be embarrassed about....I like it. Like that I make you feel that way. " You rake your fingers through the front of his hair, pushing it away from his pretty face. He checks your eyes again, needing confirmation.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He gnaws on the inside of his plush mouth, tries to calm the animal inside of him that wants to fuck your brains out right now. He almost feels guilty just thinking about it, until you lean over to peck the side of his stubbly chin, fingertips grazing his taut belly.

"Yes, really wanna."

There is a curious, nervous anticipation in the crinkle underneath your eyes.

"Kay' baby, explore all you want." The boyish smirk he gives is enough to have that knee buckling tingling sensation coming back full force as he presents himself to you like this. Does he seem as pulled together and totally not overly nervous as he thinks he does? Probably not.

His arms depart from your body, ribs expanding as he reclines on his palms. Tendons flex and stretch underneath the black bats and fuzzy layer of hair atop his forearm. You swallow, intimidated by the beauty of the boy.

You find the courage to finally move off of his lap so that you can take him all in, and the bulge of his cock swipes the underside of your thigh as you slide off.

You don't know where to touch first. That's a lie, your hands almost instinctively slip underneath the hem of his old shirt, where that dark thatch of hair trails under his belly button. He's soft, so soft it's unreal, he is velvet and delicious scarring and beauty marks. His tummy convulses underneath your hand.

He watches you with complete fixation. You have your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and you don't even realize it, all perched and pretty in front of him. He closes his eyes when you explore his sides, over the planes and arches and past the small stretch marks by his chest.

You can't ignore it anymore, the tent that has formed at his crotch and continues to throb with each passing touch.

The blunt of your nails rake down the soft plaid covering thick thighs, and he takes this sharp breath that has you glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"So pretty...Eds you're so pretty." You say it ardently, your voice small and weak. An arm reaches down, strong but gentle as he strokes the back of your plush cheek with his ring covered knuckles.

"Can't fucking believe...can't believe you're mine, finally. Shit." He's almost murmuring to himself again, on the verge of cardiac arrest. Maybe he's losing his mind, maybe this is heaven.

Then your palm presses against the thick of his cock where it's bulging out, and his thighs spasm.

"Oh, oh." He's all curses and praises, giving you encouraging glances each time you look up at him to silently ask for guidance. You move your hand up and down what you assume is his shaft, and he keeps his hips from bucking into your touch. He feels thick, and the back of your mouth starts to water.

Without warning you're hooking your fingers into his waistband, and he lifts his hips in compliance so that you can pull them down to his mid thigh. He has no time for nerves anymore. Any fear he previously had about what his dick looks like, or what you'll think of it, is stripped along with his clothing. You're looking at him with too much love for him to be insecure - and that takes him by surprise the most.

At this point his checkered boxers are just in the way, and you take it upon yourself to pull those down too. A thud hits his belly.

And really, you should've known. He's big. Not because he's impossibly long, his size is above average but he's thick - the tip iridescent with precum, the same shade of plum as his lips underneath the slick sheen. He is slightly curved upwards, a prominent vein decorating the underside parallel to his frenulum. It's pretty, just like the rest of him. He's neatly trimmed, which is the most surprising part if you're honest - but nothing about Eddie could ever be displeasing to look at.

Your mouth is parted with this expression of surprise, and Eddie almost can't believe what this is doing for his ego.

"Woah." Is all you say, transfixed when you reach out to grasp the appendage. He hisses through his teeth when your small hand finally grasps it, so fucking warm and so gentle it's almost maddening. You both feel it, the invisible weight that has settled in his small, messy room.

The weight of being alone, together, all night and all of tomorrow afternoon while his uncle Wayne is away on a business trip that is probably more lucrative than what he leads on - but Wayne has never been one to boast or speak about things like that out loud. Says it'll jinx the whole thing.

The feeling hits you first, as you find this foreign courage to lean over and dribble spit over the slit of his cock. He gasps, watching the glob of saliva drip down the front of his dick till it's soaking into the curls at his pubic mound.

"Is this okay?" You already know the answer but you ask anyways, taking more pride than you should at the expression on the pretty metalheads face. He nods his head fervently, unable to respond right away.

You twist your palm, spreading your spit further until his whole head is covered and you're able to stroke him with no resistance.

"Fuuuck, yes. Yeah, that's so good baby." He's panting as you begin to properly jerk the tip of him off, the sounds in the room too lewd for you to handle. A squelchy feeling has developed between your thighs, led by each filthy groan that leaves your boyfriend's throat.

Then you're looking at him through fluttery lashes and a gone expression, with your chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as his and thick fingers grasp your wrist quickly, rougher than anticipated.

"Sorry, just - close."

Seeing his hand blanket yours over his cock is doing something to you. You know his palms like your own, hold them more than you look at your own, and yet right now such a sweet thing has never been more provocative.

"Shh, no more apologizing," you lean over and he meets you in the middle. The kiss is sloppy this time, evidence of the maddening desire taking him over from the inside out.

"Not fair," his voice is strained through your mouths ministrations. "Got me all worked up and you're sitting there neglected." He smiles and his tongue strokes your bottom lip. You shudder as that heat comes in an overwhelming wave.

He's gripping the back of your neck now, properly hungry and your hand continues its ministrations between your bodies, that wet sound prompting a shared groan from the both of you - intensifying the feeling. His nose is scrunched against your cheek from the vigour of his kisses.

"You can undress me."

He doesn't waste time once you've granted him verbal permission, and with an exhale you're being tipped over onto your back, breathing in the weight of him as nimble and eager fingers pull his tee shirt over and off your body.

"Jesus," He whines, and you're captivated by the look on his face. It's impossible not to feel flustered.

"Can I-" you don't let him finish.

"Yes, please touch me." You're just as fucked as he is, arching your chest upwards and into the warm, all encompassing mass of his palm. He stifles a groan, cock bobbing up and down in the space between you two, dribbling with a bead of pre arousal. You feel like you're losing your mind.

Eddie short circuits for about five whole seconds flat, and he can't concentrate. He makes a bee - line to your chest, plush lips sucking your swollen nipples into his mouth. A gasp and a pulse of your poor clit later, and your fingers delve into his curls like they'll keep you here in this moment forever.

He's sloppy, moving between the valley of your breasts to the other one, leaving trails of spit across your flesh.

"Eddie, that - that feels so good, can't - mmph." You're a mess. How are you such a mess? He's a phantom, a head of hair across your sternum until he glances up at you with saliva soaked lips and red cheeks and a sweaty forehead.

"Sweet girl, oh god I can't believe..." All you taste is him, the words being uttered between the space when he forces himself to breathe. "can't believe you're all mine, wanna make you feel so fucking good. Give you anythin' you want."

He lies his full weight on you, and through the thin sleeping shorts you've got on, his cock beckons you with throbs and weeps. You feel drunk off of him, every sense surrounded by Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

His shampoo from two days ago, the old spice lingering under his arms, the natural scent of his skin, the sweetness of his breath and the perspiration that's formed in little beads on his upper lip. He's all but devouring you, lust and admiration for the angel beneath him taking over any sense of importance regarding anything else.

Your heels dig into the back of his bum, knees pulling inward so that his hips come clashing into yours. Your fingernails claw on the material covering his back, taking it upon themselves to pull it over his head. He's beaming like a kid in a candy store at your eagerness, eyes all crinkly underneath.

"Want me to grab a rubber now?" He mumbles between the sloppy kisses, hoping you can't hear the hitch in his throat at the prospect of this finally happening.

"Mhmm, yes." It feels just as surreal for you.

He whines as he departs, reaching over across your head to pull open his bedside drawer and ungracefully tear open the new box of condoms. His eyebrows are furrowed, arms flexing with intensity from his excitement. He groans out of frustration, and you giggle, grasping his thick forearm.

"Let me help baby." You reach in the drawer for him and pull the box out, finishing the rip he'd made and pulling out a metallic row of squares. You tear one at the perforation and hand it to him, grinning at the entire situation. He huffs and rests his forehead between the valley of your breasts.

"What would I do without you?" He mutters, matching your expression when he lifts his head back up and pushes forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose.

"Not have sex, I suppose." You bite back with no hint of malice, only an insurmountable level of love and he sees it shimmering everywhere around you. His girl. His.

"You're somethin' else, sweetheart." He mouths the side of your face, across your jaw and underneath your ear.

You feel like you're in a psychological limbo, in a world between consciousness as he sits back on his haunches and lifts his shirt off of his body from the back of his collar. That may be a dramatic sentiment to many, but it's fitting.

He does it so casually, throws his shirt to the side with the rest of discarded clothing and stray items that live on his bedroom floor. You feel weak in the knees when he tears the condom package and pulls out the slippery rubber, unraveling it before bringing it down to his cock.

You watch his face the way his pink tongue darts out and nips the tip of his tongue, brows furrowed in concentration and arousal as he fits the condom down his thick shaft. You watch his biceps twist, his taut abdomen clench, the black ink coming alive with the ministrations of his muscles underneath.

When he meets your eyes again, you look completely overtaken with desire, eyelids heavy and breath bated. Your pebbled nipples stand at full attention, mimicking his dick and Eddie hooks his fingers underneath those infuriatingly sexy shorts of yours so that he can get rid of them.

You're not wearing underwear. Of course you aren't. Your entire existence is specifically designed to test the bounds of his composure, of his strength. The gold room lighting from his lamp illuminates your body and your shy thighs only part when he's placing his palms between them, slowly encouraging them to allow him a peek or two.

You reach out to stroke his arms as he separates your legs, his jaw hanging ever so slack, cock twitching just a few centimeters away from your opening.

"Fucking hell...you're so goddamn pretty." He strains, swallowing hard as he touches you with hesitant hands, as if he's scared to break you. Your hips lift, just enough to make contact with the tip of his dick and you whine. It's a sound so sweet he almost whimpers himself.

"Please, Eds. I want you inside of me. Please."

His stomach tightens and he crawls over you once again, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He maintains eye contact, breath fanning your mouth as he slips an arm between your bodies and grips his shaft, lining it up with your entrance. Your thighs lift towards your chest, ankles stationed at his waist, and you feel the welcome intrusion of his tip as it passes your slick labia.

You both take a breath in, your fingers needing a vice and moving to the back of his neck as he pivots his hips forward and slips himself into the tightness of your cunt. The stretch causes you to hiss, both in pleasure and pain.

"You okay? Let me know if I need to stop." He grunts, kissing your chin.

"M'okay, don't you dare stop."

His eyelids flutter in tandem with yours, a choked moan leaving his throat as he continues to push himself in, till he's nudging against the soft roundness of your cervix and his balls are resting against your ass.

It feels right. Having him this deep, this close.

You shudder nuzzling your face against the bicep that holds him up. You kiss the skin there and he groans, dragging himself back out and then back in. Your whole body jostles with the movement.

"Jesus Christ, how do you feel s'fucking good? I don't - I can't, fuck." He's a slur of words, beginning to form a steady rhythm. Your moans are more like squeaks the faster he goes, increasing the lewd, sticky sounds between your legs that squelch with each drag and pull of his cock.

"Eddie...E-eddie." Your words are hiccuped from the impact, his hair dangling in your face, tickling your cheeks. His belly is pressed right against yours, the curls at the mound of his pelvis pressed against yours. He lets out this pained sound and goes to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"My name, fuck say it again. Say it again." It's muffled but you can hear it right underneath your ear, his lips a soft vibration against your flesh. You feel so full, it's hard to speak at all. To say anything other than his name. So you recite it like it's the only words you know.

"Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie." They're all punctuated with a whimper that starts from your diaphragm and crawls it's way out of your throat, pistoned by his hips and their grueling ministrations. Skin against skin can be heard from down the park, you're convinced, with how he's fucking you.

Eddie is fucking you. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is fucking you.

"Ohhhh, god, please." You cry out, heels digging into his back, hands splayed across the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. Every breath that passes his lips is followed by a grunt, a groan, a sound that is so close to agony and even closer to toe curling pleasure.

Each stroke of his cock inside of you feels like a pull into his being, and you get frustrated with the fact that you can't see his face, tugging at the back of his neck.

When you look up at the boy above you, reality, for once, feels like the most beautiful thing you've ever endured.

He's flushed, all sweat and shades of pink and red. His eyes are glassy, mirroring yours in the way that it almost looks like he could shed a tear. You move his sticky bangs from his forehead and Eddie is sucker punched in the gut with a wave of adoration.

"Oh, sweetheart," he leans down, slowing his thrusts so that he can kiss you steadily, purposefully. Somehow he feels deeper this way impossibly so, and he nips your bottom lip when you flutter around him. "didn't mean to...to not show you attention m'sorry, just...you feel so good. S'like heaven."

He's half sober half drunk on your pussy and it's so fucking endearing. Neither of you can make out a coherent sentence.

"Keep - keep going, just like that, ohhh." You glance down between your bodies and somewhere behind your organs a warmth, teetering unbearable, flutters throughout your limbs. His arms shake with the fight to hold himself up, until he doesn't anymore, and slips his hands underneath you till they're sandwiched between the mattress and your back. Snug, safe, he engulfs you.

His thrusts are deep and slow now, meaningful instead of mindless bunny fucking. Which, he's not opposed to, but you're you. He wants to fuck you like he might not ever get the chance to again.

"I love you, I love you." He whimpers against the crook of your shoulder. You hold him with the same ferocity that he's holding you, staring up at the ceiling and the stars that blanket your vision instead of the fan above.

"I love you too, fuck, Eddie."

He makes this noise, it's almost pathetic. Petulant. That coil holding you tight, snaps and all at once you're gasping, thighs a deadly grip around his waist.

"Cu-Cumming, I'm cumming." Your walls flex and spasm around his length and Eddie thinks he might pass out. You're still twitching and whining his name with his balls are emptying, when he's spurting into the condom, nudging your cervix.

"Fuck, fuck just like tha- ohhh fuck." He thrusts like he's fucking his cum into you, like he's filling your womb up and making you his forever. He made you cum. He's never felt this high before, and he's a fucking drug dealer.

It's a mixture of panting and the thud of your shared heartbeat for what feels like eternity and one split second. You feel his lips peppering soft, gentle kisses along your jugular, and your fingers trace lines up and down his warm back as his cock softens inside of you.

He rubs his cheek against you, and your fingers pull his hair away from his pretty face. He's looking at you with so much love you could burst again.

"I love you so much." He speaks tenderly, softly, for once. It's scary and breathtaking all at once. The tip of his nose rubs yours, your smiles a reflection of the other.

"I love you too, Munson."

And you do. You really fucking do.

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doll3tt33 · 2 months

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‘cause when you know you know ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Summary: As you and Colin snuggled in bed, your attention was drawn to a note peeking out from his pocket. Despite his insistence that it held no significance, his anxious and secretive behavior seemed to speak louder than his words…

Tags: fluff, fem!reader, usage of Y/N (only a couple times), an anxious Colin and an overly curious reader who overthinks a loooot

Not that I think anyone’s gonna be mean, BUT PLEASE DONT BE. I HIGHKEY FEEL INSECURE ABOUT THIS 😭😭 THE PLOT FEELS RLY JUVENILE

"Nineteen... Twenty... Twenty-one! Twenty-one cute lil' freckles on your body, from head to toe," Colin declared triumphantly.

"Are you done yet, ya big doofus?" You rolled your eyes, giving Colin a playful shove. Colin, also known as the "idiot big spoon on your bed," wouldn't stop pestering you or your bare flesh.

"Uh, no? I didn't count for nothing. You know what I'm gonna do next?"

"I shudder to think! But please, do enlighten me," you replied in an airy tone, though curiosity shone through your feigned exasperation.

Seeing every subtle change in your expression was Colin's special talent, one he took pride in. As he gazed at you now, his face broke into that familiar, dorky grin you found so endearing.

His finger traced over the freckle on your shoulder. "I'm gonna kiss each of those lovely freckles on your equally lovely body... twenty-one times. Now c'mere!" he exclaimed, beckoning you closer. "Lemme shower my beautiful girl with some good ol' fashioned affection!"

Before you could protest, Colin swept you into his arms, holding you close against his warm chest. Soft giggles escaped as his lips began to tenderly graze each freckle, starting at your cheek and trailing lower. You squirmed in his grasp, half-heartedly attempting to twist away from his affectionate assault even as another peal of laughter bubbled up.

Undeterred by your token resistance, Colin continued peppering gentle kisses over your skin. His smile pressed against the mole on your neck, then lower to your shoulder and chest.

While Colin had you pinned beneath him, giggling and squirming, you spied a corner of paper protruding from his jeans pocket. Seizing the chance, you snatched it up while his hands were otherwise occupied.

"Ooooh... well well, what do we have here, detective?" you teased, waving the paper tauntingly. "Looks like I've found myself a clue! Hm... I wonder what mysteries it holds."

Colin instantly realized his blunder and made a swipe for the paper, but you held it out of reach. "Could it be a top-secret case file? Or... the numbers to your credit card? Really hope it’s the latter."

His eyes went round as saucers at the sight of the stolen paper in your grasp. In a flash, he snatched it back, hastily stuffing it deep down into his pocket.

"Nothing!- It's nothing, really," he said a little too quickly, his eyes darting about nervously. "Jus’ an old scrap from work is all, absolutely nothing to see here.”

But Colin knew you too well to be dissuaded so easily. The spark of intrigue in your gaze was fixed squarely upon the pocket concealing a supposed "old scrap." He recognized that look—once your curiosity was piqued, nothing could satisfy it but the truth.

"Nah, that definitely looks like something to me," you replied, your eyes still fixed on the hidden paper.

Colin chuckled nervously. "No. Don’t you dare start now. Just do me a favor and turn those pretty lil' eyes of yours away, 'kay?"

He even attempted to gently guide your head in the opposite direction with his hand, but your determination was unyielding. You refused to budge, still staring and now pouting. "Hey, don't push my head around! Just show me, please, Col? Pretty please?"

"Hm... pretty please, huh?" Colin pretended to ponder, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, sorry, still no."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

"No."

"With two cherries on top? Three cherries and whipped cream?"

"Y/N. No. A gazillion cherries on top won't cut it. Seriously, there's nothing on that stupid piece of paper!" Colin insisted with a chuckle, raising his hands in mock surrender.

You weren't convinced, noting the telltale signs that said otherwise - his overly casual tone, the tightness at the corners of his smile, the fidgeting fingers now plucking at a loose thread on the blanket. You could smell a load of bullshit right in this very bed. Colin had many strengths, but lying was definitely not one of them.

"Hm."

Your eyes narrowed into slits, harboring great suspicion at your nervous wreck of a boyfriend beside you. You leaned in closer, and he shrank back just as quickly, as if he were afraid you could smell the truth out of him.

"You're acting oddly suspicious," you observed. "Is it me, or do I feel like you're lying big time right now?"

Colin waved his hands as if to ward you off. "Woah woah, easy there now! I'm not lyin’. Can we just drop this now, please?" His voice pitched higher in a tell-tale sign of nerves.

You let out a whine. "But I know you're lying. Just tell me the truth already. I'm dying over here!"

"No, I won't. 'Cause like I said, I'm not lyin'!" Like he would actually tell the truth. You could practically see the sweat glistening on Colin's forehead. This man had a knack for getting incredibly anxious when faced with confrontation. Seeing him like this, a new emotion began to overshadow your initial eagerness to uncover the truth - fear. It crept up from the depths of your stomach, intensifying with each passing moment. A multitude of "what-ifs" swirled in your mind, ideas bouncing off the walls of your hyperactive brain, all trying to decipher what on earth could your boyfriend be hiding on that piece of paper.

As Colin fidgeted nervously, your mind raced through possibilities for what the paper contained. The most plausible - and worrying - scenario was another woman’s number. If that was the case, why didn’t he just come clean and tell you? He had always been open and honest with you about everything. Plus, there had never ever been a reason to doubt his unwavering loyalty... well, until now.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed Colin waving a hand in front of your face. "Earth to Y/N? You still with me?" he asked gently, peering at you with concern.

Lifting your head up to meet his worried gaze, there was a mix of confusion and disbelief evident in your eyes as you prepared to utter the words you never thought you'd say.

"That piece of paper... does it happen to have some lady's phone number written on it?"

"You can be honest, I promise I won't get mad," you assured, mentally bracing yourself to be hit with whatever response awaited.

“Huh?”

Your assumption clearly took Colin by surprise. Instead of the guilt-ridden glimmer you anticipated in his eyes, you were met with a face of sheer astonishment. Frantically shaking his head, he hurried closer to you on the bed, gently taking your hands in his.

"No nonononono- not the case at all! Not even close, I swear to God. It's just I-... um," he protested urgently, meeting your gaze with an intensity aimed at conveying his sincerity. Relief softened your smile, allowing him to continue.

"No lady gave me her phone number. All the paper has on it is... something I wrote. For you." A touch of pink rose in his cheeks as he dropped his eyes shyly. "A silly, overly sentimental thing that is, well, cheesy. And I mean really cheesy."

Your expression twisted to one tinged with guilt as you realized the weight of your relentless probing, falsely assuming Colin's disloyalty. Furrowing your brow, you directed an apologetic gaze in his direction.

"Shit, I'm sorry Col. I didn't mean to jump to conclusions like that. But honestly, you don't have to hide anything from me, no matter how silly you think it is."

"And hey, I'm a sucker for cheese!" you added playfully, giving his arm an affectionate squeeze. "So whatever sappy words you wrote, I promise not to tease - much."

You graced him with a fond smile, hoping to ease his nerves. Colin swallowed hard, visibly steeling himself before digging back up the crumpled-up paper from his pocket. His shoulders lost some of their tension as he smoothed it out, lips quirking up at his own words.

"Oh boy... you asked for it. You're gonna be on a ride to cheese-land supreme with this one."

After a brief moment of silence, he took a steady breath, breaking the stillness in the air. He sat up straight, preparing himself.

"Alright, here goes..." He cleared his throat softly before reading.

"Dear Y/N... I know I should be focused on our latest case, but try as I might, I really cannot get a certain beautiful someone out of my head," he began, lips curling up as he skimmed his words.

"So here I sit, scribbling these sappy words on this flimsy piece of paper like a schoolboy, instead of working as I should. Terrible form, I know." At his own joke within, Colin let out a quiet chuckle and glanced up to gauge your reaction. Finding only fondness and encouragement, he relaxed enough to continue baring his heart through the silly note he'd written.

"I know my work can keep me away too long, and that you feel neglected at times. But please believe that you are always in my thoughts."

He risked a playful glance your way. "Even when you always find a way to talk my ear off or sprawl out to take up the whole couch, you still are.”

He continued, his voice growing softer. "But your quirks could never outweigh all my favorite little things about you, because I love you. I truly do.

Just like how I love that your smile and dimples are the first thing I notice when you step into the room.

Or how I love that your eyes light up at the mere mention of chocolate ice cream, and you'd beg me to buy you some even when you're full.

How I love that your brows crinkle when you think too hard and too long about something.

And how I love that you're the first person I think of waking up in the morning, and the last person I think of going to sleep.

You made me realize that when you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

You weren't expecting that, you truly weren't. Colin's heartfelt words truly touched you. As the first happy tears slipped free, you couldn't help but embrace him tightly.

Though startled at first, he quickly melted into your arms, ever your safe harbor. His familiar, comforting touch - a hand stroking your back, lips pressing softly to your forehead - undid you completely.

"Aw shucks, don't cry on me now," he soothed gently. But you could only burrow closer, overcome by gratitude and love for this man. He understood you so perfectly, from your quirks to your heart.

"Those better be tears from happiness and not tears from how god-awful that was," Colin laughed warmly as he wiped the last of your tears.

"No, it wasn't bad at all. For real."

"For-real for-real?"

"Well, okay, it was a tiiiny bit cheesy. But from the heart, which is what matters."

"Annnd if I detected a certain scene or two borrowed from 'When Harry Met Sally', who am I to judge?" You teased.

Colin gave an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright, you caught me copying shamelessly." His eyes were warm as he tucked an errant lock of hair behind your ear.

"But I meant every word, cheesy or not. Now c'mere you." Pulling you close once more, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. His words, however awfully cheesy (and a bit unoriginal) they may be, had completely warmed your heart nonetheless.

author’s note:

This feels kinda cringe, I honestly have no idea what I was doing with this tbh 😭 I’m on my period so I kinda got into the feels, then I saw that one scene from ‘When Harry met Sally’, and thought it’d be a good idea to write a fic

In all honesty, I just wanted an excuse to write about Colin, and perhaps strengthen my writing skills ((still mostly because of Colin tho

divider credit: @/vg-k

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 15 days

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Stars Align: Part 1

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley was your best friend throughout high school, and you were madly in love with him. Bradley had no idea how you felt, and had eyes for someone else, much to your dismay.

You move away after high school, and gradually lose touch with your best friend, however years later you happen to bump into the new and improved Bradley Bradshaw, and can hardly believe it's the same man. He can also hardly believe that the beautiful, grown up woman in front of him is the same dorky best friend he had all those years ago. Will things ever become more than they were in that past, as you rekindle your friendship and make up for lost time? And can you both overcome certain dark truths that come to light?

Warnings: Slow burn, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Violence, Mentions of Abuse, Angry Bradley, Alcohol misuse, Swearing, Awkward Adolescence.

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This entire series is 18+ ONLY

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Past:

You walked down the unfamiliar corridor, past blue and red lockers as you desperately searched for the correct classroom. It was your first year at a new school, and although you’d done this so many times before, you hated being new, and the unknown terrified you.

You were already late, having struggled to find your home room, and panic was creeping up your chest like hot acid threatening to burn through your sternum.

You took in a shaky breath as you reached the end of the corridor, still having not found the correct room, and you turned around to recheck the ones you’d passed.

As you turned, you bumped into someone and stumbled back slightly. Once you'd steadied yourself, you looked up.

“Sorry…” the tall boy mumbled. A smattering of small scars adorned his chubby face, the makings of facial hair beginning to show themselves on his chin and upper lip, well into the beginning of puberty. He looked at least a year or two older than you, and he was so tall you had to crank your neck to look at him. “Are you new?”

You nodded awkwardly, too shy to utter a word. You were already nervous, but boys made you even more so.

“Ok, what room are you looking for? I can take you!” He offered, a cute smile now spread across his face.

You smiled, holding up the piece of paper that showed your schedule, “Thank you, it’s Mrs Carters room, I’ve looked everywhere but I can’t find it.” You blushed.

“Ah, yeah so Mrs Carters isn’t actually in the main building, she’s over at the Art Block.” He explained, beginning to walk to the exit, you followed.

“The… the art block?” You queried.

“Yeah, she teaches art, but she’ll be your home room teacher this year. My home room teacher is Mr Dent, he’s the head of the Maths department, I hate him, blegh.” The boy mumbled as he walked. “I’m Bradley, by the way.” He stuck out a hand to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You offered, and gave his hand a little shake.

“Aw, you’re so gentle. Like a little bird. I think I’ll call you that.” He chuckled.

“L-little bird?”

“Yeah, lil bird.”

You grinned and nodded, as you crossed the small lawn between the main building and the Art Block. The Art Block was beautifully decorated, a variety of flowers and insects painted onto the brick, a colourful contrast to the pale grey building behind you.

“Hope you like art, and crazy people. Mrs Carter’s nuts.” He laughed, stopping at the door.

You nodded, “Thanks for saving me.” You joked.

“Any time lil bird. If you need anyone to sit with at lunch, I usually sit by that tree over there.” He pointed. “My friends spend breaks with their girlfriends, and they get all gross so I’ve taken to eating alone.”

You chuckled and nodded, as Bradley walked back to the main building. You watched as he left, and then took a deep breath as you pushed open the big doors to the Art Block building. Your nerves were now considerably less frazzled, and the rest of the day didn’t seem to be as scary a thought as you’d imagined it would be.

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Present:

“That’s the last box, can we go get a drink now pleeeeassee?” Gabby begged you as she plonked down on your new sofa.

You chuckled, wafting your t-shirt to allow some cool air to touch your sweaty skin. The climb from the street below to your apartment on the 5th floor, multiple times with heavy boxes, proved to be all the exercise you’d need for the year.

“Yeah we can go get a drink now. Can I at least shower first?” You panted, closing the front door.

“Sure, I’m gonna take a nap in that case.” Gabby laughed, laying down and closing her eyes, as her breathing returned to normal. Gabby loved fitness, and was in much better shape right now having done similar exertions every day, but you were a panting mess as you climbed into the shower and washed the sweat off of your skin.

Once you’d finished, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back into the lounge to fish around a box for something to wear.

Gabby was snoring now, her arm draped over her eyes to block out the light from the many lamps you’d plugged in.

“Gabby.” You whispered loudly. “Gabs, wake up, I need your help.” You whispered louder.

Gabby snored away, so you sighed and walked over to her. “Pssstt!” You hissed in her ear, nothing.

You sat down on her and that did the trick, she woke up with a “ooph!” And gave you a dirty look.

“Whaaaaat? I was having such a good dream about that guy at the coffee shop.”

“Ew, not on my sofa please. I need you to help me decide on what to wear, you can borrow something too.”

Gabby got up and helped you rifle through your boxes.

“Ohhh, you always look hot in this.” She took out a dark green satin cowl neck dress and threw it at you, and you held it out to look at.

“Where exactly are we going drinking? I was thinking a nice little bar somewhere, but this dress screams filthy club.” You grimaced.

“Okay fine, what about… yeah this is super cute, kinda classy too.” She held out a lacey little black dress, it was still small enough to leave little to the imagination, but was classier than the green dress.

“Okay, that’s better I suppose.” You nodded and she threw you the dress.

“I’ll take the satin.” She winked, taking the green dress and changing in your living room.

You slipped into the black lace and brushed your hair out into neat waves. You quickly put on some makeup and heels, and you were both out the door.

The street was now packed, a Saturday night in the city meant party time, and that’s certainly what Gabby had in mind as she dragged you to the bustling heart of the city.

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Past:

The first few days passed in a blur, and you were thankful for Bradley being there. He grounded you when your mind was going a mile a minute, and helped you find all of your classes. He ate lunch with you every day under the big oak tree, and you learned about his life bit by bit each time.

You knew his dad had died, and his moms name was Carole. You knew he was an only child and that meant he could be lonely some times, so you began to meet up with him after school most days to do homework together. Bradley would come over to your house often, where you introduced him to your younger brother and sister.

Bradley also connected with your dad, possibly due to not having had a father figure in his life since his God Father wasn’t around much.

Your dad taught Bradley to drive, and helped him fix up an old car once he’d gotten his licence. Once Bradley could drive, he picked you up all the time to just drive around, and you now had a personal chauffeur to drive you to school and back each day. You two became joined at the hip, inseparable outside of your classes.

As the years passed, Bradley was even allowed to sleep over, once your parents had realised there were no ulterior motives. You would play pranks on one another, and on your siblings. You would tell one another everything, but you found that there were some things you'd rather he didn't tell you.

"I think I'm in love, lil bird. She's so hot! Ever since she came back from summer break, it's like she went to model camp or something." Bradley raved.

"Gross, I don't wanna know that." You flushed red, whether out of awkwardness or jealousy you weren't sure. Bradley had developed a crush on Michelle Jennings around the same time you'd developed a crush on Bradley, and the fact that she was so much prettier than you did little for your confidence, so you kept quiet about your feelings.

Bradley had asked Michelle to prom, and as he'd begun to develop some muscles, and his facial hair had filled out, he was beginning to look less dorky, and more like a young man, so she said yes. Bradley was elated.

“I told you, Brad, I don’t wanna go.” You mumbled, shoving your prom dress into the bottom of your wardrobe and skulking over to where Bradley stood by your bedroom window.

“C’mon. Please! What if things get awkward between me and Michelle? I won’t have anyone to run to.” He pouted.

“No, Bradley. No one’s asked me to go and I’m all… ugly and stuff.” You groaned, looking at your skin in the mirror. You had reached that awkward stage where pimples were flaring up every day and your hair was unruly. You hadn’t exactly blossomed like some of the popular girls had. The ones who’s parents could afford expensive dermatology appointments and the newest straighteners. You simply had to make do with cheap spot treatments and a thousand hair clips.

“You’re not ugly, don’t be stupid. No one looks good when they look THAT close in the mirror.” Bradley chuckled, walking over to you. “And who cares if you don’t have a date? I can have two dates, there aren’t any rules against it.”

You shot him a glare, “Yeah, I’m sure Michelle will be happy about that. You’ll spend the entire evening making out with the girl of your dreams and I’ll be awkward third wheel.” You rolled your eyes.

“Birdy, please.” He gave you soft eyes and his tone was genuinely pleading.

You sighed as you looked at him, and then at your wardrobe. “Okay, fine. Can you pick me up?”

Bradley grinned, and rushed over to envelope you in a bear hug. “You know I will, I’ll see you at 7.”

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Present:

Your skin had cleared up and your hair tamed slightly over time, you had finally come into your own as a woman and you looked damn fine. You were almost unrecognisable apart from your smile and your eyes, and so you’d made it your life’s mission not to let anyone in your new life see pictures of you in high school. You were a different person entirely, more confident, more fun, and much smarter.

You had met Gabby after you moved away, and she had taken on the role of best friend. A role you so desperately needed filling without the tall boy in your life anymore. You and Gabby both went on to study at the same university, and then you took jobs at the same school, Gabby as coach for the junior girls soccer team, and you as a Biology teacher.

You fell into a happy rhythm, and started dating one of the other teachers in the biology department, Jacob, and before long your daily thoughts of Bradley turned to weekly thoughts, and eventually you barely thought of him at all, occasionally dreaming of the best friend you’d once had and loved so dearly.

You moved in with Jacob and life continued, however things began to turn sour, and you called quits on the relationship.

Gabby had found a new job at a prep school in New York, and a few months later when a vacancy for a Natural Sciences Educator opened up, she begged you to take it. The pay was so much better, and best of all you'd be with Gabby again.

You weren't thrilled to live in such a large city, much preferring a quiet little town and more relaxed lifestyle, but you missed your best friend, and the town was becoming more and more hostile after things with Jacob had gotten out of control.

You applied and got the job due to your stellar recommendations and flawless interview. You moved not long after and there you were, with Gabby, about to have your first taste of city life.

"I feel underdressed now." You sighed, everyone was dressed to the nines, and Gabby had unwittingly dragged you to a nightclub rather than bar.

"Don't be silly, you look incredible in that dress, men are gonna be drooling over you." She smacked your butt playfully and you glared at her. "C'mon, I know the bouncer."

Gabby took your hand and waltzed over to the front of the long line.

Gabby was incredibly stunning, long blond hair and an athletic body that could make anyone do a double take, so when she walked up to the bouncer and purred a 'Hey Ronnie, is there any chance we can skip that long old line tonight, I'm so thirsty.', it was no surprise that Ronnie grinned and let you both right in.

"That... was incredible. Can I take you with me next time I go to the bank?" You chuckled.

"You know I'll do anything for you." She winked.

You made your way to the bar and Gabby squeezed through, flagging down a bar tender. She was in her element, but you felt as out of place as a polar bear in a desert. You looked around the packed night club at the patrons, all wearing Prada and Gucci, hair styled so perfectly that it didn't move when they danced, expensive perfumes choking you as they wafted past. You felt like an imposter in your cheap dress, regardless of how beautiful you looked.

Gabby handed you a glass of wine and you thanked her. She craned her neck in search of an empty table. As she found one she summoned you to follow her through the crowds.

You stayed as close as you could but inevitably got separated as a group of women danced in your path. You politely moved around them, just as a tree of a man stepped in your way and you bumped into one another. You bounced off of his hard body and lost your balance, flailing backwards as your heels wobbled beneath you.

Just as you had accepted your fate, a strong pair of arms shot out and caught you, pulling you back up before your body had the chance to make contact with the hard, sticky floor below.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." He said loudly over the booming music. You would recognise that voice anywhere, but as you looked up, the voice did not belong to the face you were so used to it being attached to.

You gulped, and as his eyes made contact with yours, he recognised you suddenly.

"Little Bird?" He breathed in disbelief.

"Hey, Bradley."

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-- Part 2 Here --

#miles teller x reader #miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster #rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fandom #top gun maverick fanfiction

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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imagining/headcannon reader (this could be a continuation of childhood friend reader) making a handmade bracelet or keychain and giving the ones that they’re proud of to chishiya

when they head over to his place they didn’t expect to see the same bracelet/keychain on his desk from years ago, they thought he probably threw it away (like he DID WITH A CERTAIN LETTER 🤨)

He denies it so they drop the topic but couldn’t help the dumb smile on their face

Making Gifts for Chishiya Headcannons!

A/N: I love this request! And it just fits so perfectly with the bestfriend!reader hcs!!

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: Season 2 spoilers, not proofread!

Feedback is appreciated!!!

friendship bracelet meme friendship bracelet meme

"i made this friendship bracelet for you"

"im not a jewelry person, y/n"

"you dont have to wear it-"

but instead of saying he would wear it forever, he would just.. do it.

no words

seriously though, you gave chishiya his first bracelet 3 months into your friendship

even though you already made a lot -6 months into it

he wouldn't show much interest

he would be more silent when you put it on him

"oh" is all he would say

but chishiya is screaming at himself inside

like he genuinely wants to say thank you

but god bless him because he's awkward in a situation like this

but you didn't need a thank you because that dorky smile on your face made him smile so softly

and that made you smile even more

he would then be admiring the sky blue bracelet a lot

it has the dice letters that say "chishi"

chishiya would help you gather materials for your craftiness

he loved watching you work and make

maybe he would even join in on making some

you would teach him how

unless you're the type of person to get nervous when someone watches

if that's the case then he would mind his own business

but compliment whatever works you decide to show him

chishiya secretly wears as many friendship bracelets you make under his jacket sleeves

maybe that's the reason why he doesnt want you to hold his arm 👀

and he puts your keychains on any keys he's got

he alters between like 3 keychains at once

per key holder he has

his parents, mostly his dad, makes fun of him for it

so that's why he hides them most of the time, especially in the house

and ofc, the more y'all grew older, the quality became prettier

sadly he threw some of the ones you made that could break easily or were like made out of macoroni

but he never told you

he just said he lost some of them

soon, you started ditching your bracelet/keychain hobby

because you were busy of course

i mean so was chishiya but he secretly missed your little crafty moments

he kept any bracelets and keychains he had left from you

he kept it in a small chest box on his desk

chishiya secretly wore that sky blue bracelet under his sleeves any time

even when working in the hospital

he has it on

and then one day you asked chishiya if you could come over for a bit

because you both had a day off and you had nothing else better to do

with a lot of persuasion, he said yes

and then you came in, admiring his little apartment

and then you saw it

the lil bracelet on his desk

you would let out the biggest squeal of the century

and chishiya, being a big tsundere, told you it wasn't what it looks like

"you kept iiiiiiiiittttt?????"

"kept what? thats a medical bracelet. its none of your business"

and then like quickly puts the bracelet back into the chest collection

you knew he wanted to drop the topic

and you wanted to tease him so badly

but you just couldnt stop with the biggest stupid smile on your face

chishiya hated how much it made you so fucking happy and ecstatic

because he wanted to smile and giggle with you. about how he kept everything

so he just told you to shut it and act like nothing happened

but he couldnt chat with you properly because that big cute smile on your face was distracting him

later, you snuck a peek into the chest to find all the things you made and gave him when he wasnt looking

but he noticed

because you were even smiling bigger and like a dork

like- just so dorky

you were so giddy

but he didn't do anything about it because..

he cant

he knew that you weren't going to let this go

like ever

AND AND AND

I'd like to add that if you ever got into the borderlands with him,

you'd notice that he has the bracelet on at all times

and there was never-ending teasing from you

he would turn down anyone who notices it!

chishiya's in denial

if you weren't there in the borderlands, and it was just him,

chishiya would just look at the bracelet when things go wrong

he so subtle tho

he would still turn down anyone who asks.

you bet your ass that he kept it safe from the fire. so careful.

when he got shot by niragi,

he was fiddling with the bracelet and watching it like a homesick puppy.

cause he wants to return home

to you

#alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #aib #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya shuntaro x reader #x reader #box writes #chishiya #aib headcannons #aib headcanons #chishiya headcannons #chishiya headcanons #chishiya shontaru x reader #alice in borderland headcanons #alice in borderland headcannons #headcannons #headcanons

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taintedcigs · 9 months

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skater!eddie is boggling my mind so bad like just eddie alone is so hot and so cool and so dorky and nerdy but now HE ALSO SKATES???

i just know he would own a black board with the hellfire logo underneath. (he lets you draw cute lil doodles on it and smothers u in kisses when u show him the finished product bc he loves it and u so much🥹)

he!! has!! a!! nose!! ring!!!

and he has a dirty black converse that he NEVER EVER TAKES OFF. that white man is probably wearing those converses in the house and you chide him for it so he blushes and quietly says ‘sorry, hun’ and takes them off quickly !!!!! (he also lets u draw little stars on it and insists u put ur initials <33)

skater!eddie who is hooked the moment he first sees u!!! he tries to impress u by doing flips and once u notice him and can’t take ur eyes off of him he gets nervous and trips >:( then u go to ask him if he’s ok and u give him a worried look and he almost MELTS but tries to act all cool “‘m fine! this shit happens all the time, honey, i’m used to it” but once u leave hes screaming in agony.

skater!eddie who teaches u how to skate and he’s so nervous each time you wobble on the board!! he catches u the second you look like u were gonna fall and u giggle at him and hes SOOO SMITTEN and makes stupid pick up lines each time he catches u like “oh! let me tie your shoes so u don’t fall for anyone else, sweetheart” and he has the biggest smuggest grin on his face and winks at u each time <33

and he encourages u no matter how many times u fail or trip >:( he gives u a warm smile as he kisses the top of your head, “you’re doin’ so well princess, wanna try one more?” his heart aches when u get any scrapes, taking care of them the second u come home!! “don’t worry, sweetheart, i’ll take care of it. hey, you want hello kitty plasters or lil puppy ones?” he says giving u a childish grin as he holds the pink plasters in front of u!! carefully placing them as he gives them a lil kiss to heal <33

and when he breaks his board after years of using it hes all grumpy and upset >:( and u feel so bad bc he loved that lil black board sm so u save some money and the first thing you do is ask max where to find the best boards so she helps u get him another one <33 and u draw the hellfire logo by yourself and draw little hearts on it and when u give it to eddie he almost tears up, looking at u with admiration ‘you–you did this all for me?” you nod with a warm smile on your face and the tears are READY to fall from his pretty honey glazed eyes bc no one has ever gotten him anything before, especially not something as expensive as this :(( and he gives u the biggest hug with the sloppiest kiss as he thanks u over and over again, he’s so glad to have you in his life. his honey, his angel, his girl.

i might just write a whole fic for him bc im down so bad for skater!eddie🫡🫡

#im sorry i cant help it #eddie munson #skater!eddie munson #em talks #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #lmk if u guys would want me to indulge in this because WELL.#eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson headcanons #skaterboy!eddie munson

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mblue-art · 28 days

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Sorry for that question but I really curious!

What made you fell in love with Cross and Lust?

Tell us more!!

😳😳😳 hhuh what rreally,, , ,,, 😳 u wanna hear me yap abt my sillies, my beloveds,,, (i appreciate the enthusiasm tho omg 🥺🫶🫶🫶)

i want to have the yuris with lust and the yaois with cross I I MEAN HWHWAT 🧍‍♂️

UM.

haha anyWAY,, (oh gog this ended up long)

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cross checks so many boxes for me it makes me go insane. too good to be true. versatile(??)— like it's somehow way too easy to put him in Situations. (he's bf and husbone material??? just -20hp me now; that already kills me) he's. hh. gawddamn there's reasons why he won a utmv sans sexyman poll.

he's like a crush that you can't get out of your head no matter what you do, i'm so freaking down bad for him it's not even funny anymore. ever since simping for cross i have not been the same since. the man has changed me. the attraction/simp feelings hit me like a bat out of nowhere and i don't understand why it's so intense— i. hh.

,,i like when ppl make him dorky. stupidly silly (absolutely love shitpost shenanigans and would absolutely LOVE to get into silly shenanigans with him and with/without his bestie epic). fun to be around when he's deemed you as a good friend. stars, he'd give good hugs. strong, solid, and warm, the kind of hugs u don't wanna pull away from so soon. a little endearingly cringe. fanon simp cross is adorable and fun to mess around with. tsundere cross is adorable and fun to mess with. cute anxious guy under all that intimidating aloofness. when i say his smile is an absolute treasure, i mean that. his blush making him look like a grape or a glowing bulb is adorable and makes me wanna tease him more. anime protag/character vibes so strong i wanna have a cute bl/shoujo manga romance with him type shit yk.

then there's times when he's The Hot Dude and i think it's illegal if he's all confident and smug and dom actually (/hj) cause that makes me wanna fucking fite him HELLO? SIR? ILLEGAL????? (<- the fight or flight response of a tsundere towards a milder tsundere LOL).

-hp every single time. mf gets successful d20 rolls w/ rizz on me and i get a critical hit every time. it's a 50/50 either i fluster to death and become weak or i wanna fite his dumbass

i'll. i can fight him. i'll lose but i can fight him for sure. (why is he so cool⁉️‼️💢💢💢RRRRRRR)

he makes me feel things. lots of things. (mostly fluster but when i'm feelin sooper soff i jst wanna shower his skull in keeses. ima kissy lil guy)

tired cross makes me just wanna take care of him. want him to come home to me without any worry because he thinks i'm his safe space.

when he's being stubborn i want to tell him to chill out for a little while, take a break and watch some funny stuff while drinking choccy milk or eating his fav foods and be cozy. bapping him if he's gonna try to get out of this too soon. he's gonna get the free time he deserves n relax n get cuddles n kithes.

the way he can gently hold my hand and look at me with a sincere look in his eyelights and say something genuinely affectionate feels like cupid shooting an arrow through my soul, but also feels like a balm. (a promise of loyalty and faithfulness.) (a kiss on the forehead? a cherry on top.)

well now i can't be mean to him with all the nice he's saying and doing. i just want nice things for him o(-< (even if he's a bastard sometimes lol<3 all circles back to the silly) (silly is always important)

💜—

i love lust. so so so much. the fanon interpretation of him, anyway.

(don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore the feminine slay content of lust; but am i wrong for yearning for more masc lust content?)

i like my lust sans respectful, goofy, sans-like, an absolute sweetheart, and a caring, wonderful life partner. under the flirty personality and charm(ing looks), is a sans behavior that made me fall deeper. (he makes me feel very gender too) (ohmygofd yeah no he actually makes me think of gender sometimes rauauagrrgh<3/pos). i don't have to worry about showing my cring, weird side to him, because he's also a gremlin,, o(-< he doesn't have to present himself all nice and pretty all the time (although he's always pretty in my eyes). he can be comfortably himself; with me 🥺

i want to be his safe space.

i want to see him heal and be happy and be happy with me and give him all the love i can give and care for him and make him soso happy i just want him to feel SO sosososo loved, he deserves so much more

he's the only one who's able to get a certain reaction out of me; to pull flowers out of my heart. to pull out words of love and devotion and appreciation, heart bursting with affection only for him.

for him, i would try. i would live for him. i wish someone like him (the him i've created from interpretations and headcanons) was real irl.

i want to not care i don't care if he's a gorgeous well-known person that people fawn over, or if he's a campus crush, etc.,

i want him to think i'm worthy enough to keep in his life. for him to know how special he is to me, for him to know how much i want him in my life as much as i want him to keep me in his.

my immediate reaction when i think of him is: 😊💕💜💜💜eeeee kicks and giggles and flaps hands teehee

i love him so much i get a heart-on for him (/silly but it is true sometimes; love him so much it aches (in a good way))

#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #(embarrassing myself under the cut 😁!11! !)#(these words are messy like my thoughts hahagahgs forgive me for not making it proper or something)#(oh whoops is that my heart down there uh haha sry i must've dropped it lemme pick it back up—)#(honestly it gets kinda personalll?? but yeah my heart haha whoops)#(head full yet empty only purple beloveds...)#(took me so long to answer bc... thoughts... i wasn't sure which ones to omit or include)#crossrot #lm #cm

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starlightsearches · 1 year

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Hysteria was so good omfg….. so good in fact it could be a lil series 👀 Would you consider doing a part 2 please? If not, that’s okay!! :)

Hysteria pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Thank you so much, my love!! I really hoped that this would just be a two-parter, but what i have here has already taken me AGES and i wanted to give the final smut all the attention it deserved. let me know what you think pwease!!

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, infidelity, a very bad relationship between RC and her boyfriend, lots of mentions of fucking but no sex in this part, some delicious fucking ANGST!!!!, threats of violence and drama, bad bitches having a hard time talking about their feelings, you'll probably want to read the other part first but i'm not a cop.

You should not be staring at Eddie Munson. Especially not in the middle of the cafeteria.

But you can't take your eyes off of him, not because of the way his frizzy hair catches the light like a halo, or how he's smiling wide enough for his dimples to show all the way from across the cafeteria, torso stretched long over the edge of the table. It's not because you know how the little hollow spaces around his mouth feel against your skin.

It's what he's got caught between his fingers that has you tripping over your feet to get to him.

A shiny white polaroid picture.

Somebody was talking to you—one of the girls from the squad blabbing in your ear about fuck all as you step into the crowded lunch room. You don't even mumble out an excuse, pushing past the bodies in your way, ignoring the glares that follow you all the way to the freak table.

"Give me that."

Eddie's passed the photo to one of his friends, and that's who you snatch it from. He's a freshman, clearly, with a mop of curly brown hair covered in a dorky looking baseball cap. He lets out a soft cry of protest; you silence him with a look.

But you're not in the photo. Nobody is in the photo.

You were expecting something explicit—expected to see your own fucked-out body spread on his sheets, his rings glinting where they laid against your cheek and his spit smeared across the insides of your thighs. You expected a picture that would have you dripping through the cotton panties you were wearing. You were expecting some kind of thrill to know that Eddie had been looking at it where anybody could see it.

So the reality is a little jarring.

It's a polaroid of a fucking dog.

Not even a cute dog—a little mutt, laying on its belly in the dry grass, washed out in the bright sun. A waste of fucking film, if you didn’t know what it was really for.

Your mouth presses into a tight line, lips pinched between your teeth, and you keep your gaze down, unsure what will happen if you look Eddie in the eyes when you’re feeling so insane.

Now is not the time to laugh so hard you’d snort, or rip his throat out with your teeth for getting under your skin. Now is not the time to fall all over him like you’ve been fucking craving.

None of the boys at the table are brave enough to make a sound when you look up—not even Eddie, although he wears quite the grin.

It takes more than one deep breath before you feel safe enough to speak.

"Cute, Munson,” you deflect, popping a hip as you flip the photo back in his direction, “I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, princess,” he smiles, cocky as all hell, “we're not exclusive."

Somebody laughs. It’s a high-pitched, nervous little giggle that sticks out amid all the heavy silence of listening ears. Eddie leans back in his seat, hands cupped behind his head the same way he had the night you went to his trailer. Echoes of the same shivers he’d pulled from you brush across your skin.

You want to say something biting. You open your mouth, ready for it, and nothing comes out. Eddie's shirt has ridden up a little, a thin sliver of pale skin revealed beneath his black t-shirt. Maybe even the edge of a tattoo.

Fuck.

He sees where you're staring. He could call attention to it, if he wanted—people at the nearby tables are all waiting to watch shit go down—but Eddie doesn't say anything. His cheeks grow a little pinker.

"What's going on, baby?"

Double fuck.

Connor’s here. You feel his thick arm squeezing possessively around your waist, tightening like a snake sizing up its meal. Your whole body goes still.

“Hey, babe.”

Your boyfriend smiles in a way he probably thinks is charming, and one meaty finger steers your head in his direction. You're given no warning before his tongue is in your mouth, cracked lips brushing clumsily over yours.

Fuck. Fuck. A millions times fuck.

You slip your hands behind his head, out of view. You don't want anybody to notice the way your fingers curl into fists, nails digging against your palms as you count down the seconds until he stops touching you—pretending to kiss him back and pretending to like it even as your throat and stomach burn.

Eddie’s noticed. You can tell the second you look at him, his brows divoted towards each other, gaze twitching between your tightly-balled fists and Connor’s sneer.

“What’re you doing talking to these pricks, babe?” Connor asks you, totally ignoring Eddie and his friends. You shouldn’t roll your eyes at him—shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re growing a little tired of the prom king attitude—so you freeze your expression like plasticine, and keep all the hate on the inside.

You hand him the polaroid between your fingers, put on a bitchy exterior that doesn’t look much different from your normal exterior.

“Eddie was just showing us all his new girlfriend.”

Connor squints at the photo, huffing a dumb little laugh from between his lips. You’ve set him up for about a thousand good punchlines. Of course he goes for the most obvious.

“Finally found a bitch who’s willing to fuck you?” Connor asks, tossing the picture at Eddie.

It smacks against his chest before falling pathetically to the floor; Eddie doesn’t move an inch, eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. But everybody hears him when he mutters, “not the only bitch.”

Then his gaze slides to you.

Oh. fucking. shitting. bitchfuck. The surrounding tables go silent, and then burst into activity, filling the room with little murmurs. You watch the stunned looks change, realization blinking on expressions like a string of Christmas lights, feeling every pair of eyes crawling over your skin.

Connor’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he explodes in a rush of movement, gripping the collar of Eddie’s jacket in both meaty fists.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Connor! Jesus.”

He shrugs you off where you grab at him, his elbow hitting hard enough in your chest that you fall back a few steps. You rub at the spot with your palm, forced to watch like everybody else.

And even though Connor’s got him in a grip tough enough to keep his feet off the ground, it takes Eddie a generous second to rip his eyes from you.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, freak,” Connor spits right in his face, “or what kind of shit you’ve been smoking, but you better watch it. ‘Cause there’s no way a girl like mine would ever want a greasy little prick like you within a mile of her.”

And Eddie could ruin everything for you in this one shining second. You can almost see it—the smirk of his lips as he tells Connor, tells everyone, about how he made you fucking scream for him, how you begged on hands and knees for the freak of Hawkins to fuck you.

But he doesn't. And, to his credit, Eddie's hardly phased by Connor’s random outburst. He keeps his face neutral, raising his hands in surrender.

“Hey man, listen—I didn’t mean anything by it,” Eddie tells him, and it’s only a little bitchy, “promise.”

The cafeteria wouldn’t be quieter if it were empty, all eyes on the freak table and your boyfriend and the guy you can’t stop thinking about fucking.

After a tense second, Connor’s grip loosens on Eddie’s jacket. Maybe he believes what Eddie told him. Or maybe he’s just remembered that if he got suspended again, coach would bench him for the rest of the season.

“Stay away from her, got it?”—he steps away with a final threat—“or I’ll bash your fucking head in.”

Connor yanks you away with a hand at your bicep, and your fingers are numb when they curve around his jacket sleeve. It’s like he hardly feels you there, all deep, heavy breaths and poisonous stares back over his shoulder. You want to look back, too. But you know better.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking freak, swear to god,” he tells you.

You know he means it.

You skip fifth period.

Nobody even looks your way when you push past the clanky metal doors into the pale sunshine, probably passively assuming you’re on your way to hotbox in the parking lot or make out under the bleachers—which, to be fair, you’d done before. But you don’t stop walking when you reach any of your usual hiding spots, past the goal post at the far end of the football field and into the damp leaves beyond the tree line.

It’s quiet out here. Which only makes more room for your racing thoughts, rattling through the leaves and dead brush that soften your footsteps to an almost silence.

But you're not sure where you're headed. Guys talked about it all the time—the picnic table in the middle of the woods where Eddie did business—but none of them ever brought their girlfriends with them.

You thought it was because Eddie was a creep, that Connor was protecting you from his dealer’s lewd comments and stares when he left you alone in his Jeep every time he went to go buy.

But the way he looked back in the cafeteria, how easy it was for him to grab at Eddie and how unphased Eddie had been by it all . . .

Maybe your safety wasn't even on Connor's radar.

Luckily, the journey to the table is a straight shot through the woods. One second there's nothing but green leaves and branches in every direction, and the next you're stepping on beer cans and candy bar wrappers at the edge of a clearing.

It's about as underwhelming as you pictured it. A dinky old picnic table in a sea of flattened, molding leaves. Piles of them lift beneath your shoes, releasing the smell of damp earth into the air with each step.

Might as well sit while you wait.

The slats dig into your ass, not that that matters. You'll sit here all night if you have to. You can peel the splinters from your cheeks later.

Your fingers run along the scratches on the table's surface, names in hearts and gossip from two, three years ago, maybe more—all overlapping and criss-crossing until you can't read any of them.

Except for one, near the edge. Eddie's name is carved deep with repeated wear, the lines black and thick enough to snag at your fingers when you trace at his clumsy scrawl.

Ugh, fuck him. This dickhead makes you cum one time (or more, whatever) and now he’s got you thinking in metaphors.

The waiting doesn't take away any of your worry—just multiplies it, like you've got to make enough to fill all this empty space, have to send some of it back to Hawkins High and keep a cushion between Eddie and his obvious death wish.

Maybe Connor wouldn't beat the shit out of Eddie at school, but there were plenty of places he and his friends could corner a loner.

Places without witnesses. Places with a lot of beer and their own cheers multiplying off echoey walls.

Places where there'd be nothing to make them stop.

“I’m not gonna fuck you out here, if that’s what you were thinking.”

" Jesus,"—you jump, and a few more splinters implant themselves on your landing—"Eddie."

He's standing at the edge of the clearing like you summoned him—thought his name one too many times and he appeared by magic.

If that worked, though, he'd have showed up in your bedroom every night for the past week. And your shower. Maybe at least once during study hall.

"I would be kind of hot, though," he continues without meeting your eyes as he wanders over to the table, fidgeting with his rings. You swallow the lump in your throat when he curls his thick fingers under the table top, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Eddie wears a cool look when the table wobbles, metal supports groaning from the movement. "But I don't think she could take it."

"Eddie—"

It's like you hadn't said anything. He’s on a roll, rubbing a hand over the uneven stubble on his jaw, considering the options with his hip popped.

"I've always wanted to fuck someone on the edge of a table, though. Think your boyfriend would come looking for you out here?"

"Eddie."

A smirk blooms across his face. "What do you think he’d do if he found me balls deep in your pretty pussy?"

"Eddie—"—you slam your palm on the table, make him look you in the eyes—“stop.”

Whether you wanted him to or not, he listens. Maybe it's too bad. You were kind of hoping to hear more about the whole fucking on the edge of the table thing.

Eddie's arms cross over his chest, jaw jutting toward you.

You're stunned silent for a second. He's actually gonna stop talking long enough for you to speak.

"You- you can't pull shit like that again."

Eddie plops down into the seat across from you, hands clasped together, wearing this look of false innocence.

"To what shit are you referring?"

"Fuck, Eddie," you reach out for emphasis, "this is serious."

You're surprised by the feel of his hands—the soft heat of his skin and smooth contours of his veins—even though you're the one who reached for him, fingers slipping under the edge of his sleeve and circling his wrist.

His expression softens, big eyes getting bigger, pink tongue sandwiched between his lips. You're not even thinking about the way you felt the last time he had his tongue pressed to your skin. Just touching him like this has your heart pounding.

You slip your hand back, palm flat to the wood. "You can't antagonize Connor like that, okay? He's fucking crazy."

"Uh, I was trying to antagonize you. Your boyfriend showed up uninvited."

You want to laugh, but that would give him the wrong idea. "Well, you shouldn't be antagonizing me, either."

Eddie kicks his feet up onto the bench, hopping on the table top so he can lean in close. “Probably not, sweetheart. But have you ever thought maybe you shouldn’t have a boyfriend who’s, uh— I don’t know—fucking crazy?”

He tries so hard to look nonchalant, but you’re picking up on the signals. The shake in his hands and the twitching muscle in his jaw.

Oh, god. He's fucking serious. As serious as you've ever seen Eddie get.

He's worried for you.

The breeze blowing through the clearing sets goosebumps across your arms. “I can handle Connor, okay? But you have to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie rests his chin on his hand, pursing his lips together. “What if I don’t, sweetheart? You gonna punish me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s stubborn. He’s a lot of other things, too, but you gotta focus on the stubbornness right now or you’re gonna end up bent over the table.

Eddie’s eyes go wide when you don't respond, hand dropping away from his face.

“Oh my god. Are you, like, actually worried about me?"

It’s the way he says it—like you weren’t even human to him until now, like he can hardly believe you’re capable of feeling anything but apathy or rage.

And it shouldn't hurt. You didn't climb to the top of the social ladder of Hawkins High by caring what every dumbass guy whispered behind your back. Or what they said to your face.

You had skin like armor, and normally a comment like that would barely make a dent.

So why do you feel like crying?

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

You're up from the table before the look of surprise solidifies on Eddie’s face, already into the trees before he’s caught up with you. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’s already seen it.

You care about Eddie. You care about the freak. And you don’t want to see him get hurt because of you.

“Hey—” Eddie catches you with a hand at your wrist, circling it in his big, warm grasp, “shit, don’t—”

You throw his hand off you, wild, too big for your body. “Don’t what, Eddie?”

You're just so fucking tired of this. Of thinking about him all the time. It's like you're drowning. Wanting Eddie's going to kill you.

“Don’t-” he stares at the tips of your white Keds, digs his own shoes into the dirt, “don’t go back to him.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laugh at him, harsh and mean because maybe that’s who you are at your core. “And you and I can live out our Litte House on the Prarie shit here in the fucking woods? He’s gonna come looking for me, Eddie. He already wants to kill you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You know what he meant. You can see it in his big, brown eyes, the way he’s fucking terrified to look at you. And he’s probably right to be, after everything you’ve done.

Whatever. Fuck this. Fuck your feelings and his pretty baby cow eyes and anything else that made you believe that things could be better.

“Did Tommy invite you to his party Friday?”

Eddie kicks a clump of leaves in your general direction. “I’m always invited to Tommy’s parties.”

That’s not true. You’re always invited to Tommy’s parties. Eddie’s always invited to deal. There's a difference.

You wrap your arms over your chest, fighting off the chill from a gust of wind that isn't there.

“Don’t go."

Jesus, you sound needy. Needy and weak.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? I make, like, a month’s worth of gas money selling to Tommy and his stupid friends—”

And would get the ever-living shit kicked out of him if Connor saw him there.

You stomp towards him, ending up chest to chest, your words coming out harsh through your teeth.

"I will buy you out."

Eddie's lips part with a soft pop, eyes tracing your face. You can't tell if he's offended that you've offered him money (which was kind of a dick move, if you’re being honest), his expression—normally so easily decodable—coolly masked.

Okay,” he says, pausing, like this is just some deal, "while we’re making demands . . . break up with your boyfriend.”

“Eddie . . .”

You can’t remember the last time you felt like this—throat tight and raw, barely balancing on the knife’s edge of tears. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried over a stupid, fucking boy.

You wish Eddie was just another stupid fucking boy.

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, staring up through the leaves. “Just- think about it, okay?”

And he walks off without looking back.

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t-lostinworlds · 1 year

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hi lovely t!! congrats on ur lovely lil celly <3 how about “Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” with stevie? i think you’d make it super cute! lots of love 🫶🏼

A/N: hi bby!! and thank u 🥺💗 i'm sorry this took a lil longer but i hope you like it @stevestummy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | dustin's a menace & dorky/shy steve has a crush <3 | prompt in bold!

"This is borderline stalking."

"It's not stalking."

"Uh, borderline, it is," Dustin continued. "No normal or sane person goes to the same café two times a day, six times a week just to get a glimpse of some girl—"

"She's not some girl!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," Dustin gasped exaggeratedly, hand on his chest. "The girl you pathetically have an obvious crush on since this café opened—which would make that three weeks of stalking, by the way—and who you've been daydreaming to be your wife and the mother of your kids even though you haven't had a conversation apart from you telling her your same boring coffee order because you can't even ask her number let alone ask her out!"

"My coffee order is not boring," Steve grumbled, cheeks hot because Dustin's rant was still filled with truth…unfortunately.

All because of you.

You who made his heart race and his legs feel like jelly the first time you locked eyes. You who made his brain a jumbled mess, any coherent words lodged in his throat that he was only able to stutter out the first coffee order that came to mind—on more than one occasion that made you believe it was his usual—or else he would've made an even bigger fool of himself by simply staring at you.

Now, Steve wasn't a believer in love at first sight, but this sure did feel close enough.

"What happened to your game King Steve?"

He groaned, head thumping against the steering wheel. "Jesus, man, I get it—"

"Do you really think she's dumb enough to buy your excuses that you're just showing your friends the new café by bringing a different person, mostly kids not your age, every single time you come here?" Dustin babbled on. "You're so obvious about it already! So just ask her out!"

"What do you think I'm doing here!"

"Stalking!" Dustin argued which earned him a glare. "What? You're in your car, waiting for her to clock in because you want her to be the one to take your order instead of sitting inside like a normal person because you don't want to make it obvious that you are waiting for her only as if parking your car in front of the establishment for the past ten minutes without getting out isn't a giant red flag!"

Steve blinked. "What did I ever do to you?"

Dustin took a few deep breaths before smiling apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry, man, I haven't eaten lunch and I can smell their croissants every time the door opens."

Steve sighed, checking his watch.

"Come on. She should be here any minute now."

He internally cringed.

Maybe it did seem like he was stalking you when he even knew when you usually clocked in at certain times of the week.

In his defense, he'd been here plenty of times and it took some trial and error. Once he figured out roughly what your schedule was, it simply became a routine. He didn't go out of his way to steal your timetable and memorized it like some serial killer.

"Yeah, that's not creepy," Dustin grimaced. "Not creepy at all."

"I'll buy you anything you want if you don't embarrass me once we're inside," Steve gritted as he got out of the car. "If not, you're paying for yourself."

Dustin grinned toothily. "Deal."

•••

Steve's fingers were tapping on the wooden countertop as his eyes flickered between the menu and the 'employees only' door.

Your co-worker was behind the counter but didn't make an effort to go over to where they sat on the stools, much to Dustin's dismay. It was almost as if she knew that Steve wanted it to be you who'd take his order.

His face warmed at the thought.

One that was definitely proven right when she shot him a knowing wink as she disappeared into the back and announced the end of her shift, his palms sweating as he watched the closed door in anticipation

Steve's heart jumped out of his chest and landed on the palm of your hand when you walked in.

Your eyes immediately found his, your irises twinkling and oh so fucking beautiful, smile sweet and warm that turned his brain to mush and all he could think about was: pretty pretty pretty.

Steve struggled to pick his jaw off the floor as he tried to return your grin without looking too much like a lovesick fool.

He knew he failed miserably at that.

Painfully and so downright obvious when he gawked at you, adoration filling his bones at the way you listened attentively to Dustin as he listed all the pastries he wanted to try like they were free—well, Steve supposed since he offered to pay for it all, it kind of was.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted cheerily, beaming. "The usual?"

"H-Hi! and yeah–yes…please," he said, smiling timidly, cheeks flushed, heart skipping when you giggled. It took Dustin kicking his foot to stop him from staring at you for a couple of minutes more. Gathering his sanity, his courage, his breath, his everything, he cleared his throat, "So, uh, do you wanna—uhm…burger? Maybe fries? Milkshakes too!"

"Steve, we don't serve those here," you chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in your eyes, tone teasing. "I thought you knew that already? Being a regular and all."

"No, no, no, it's uh, I meant—" Steve took a deep breath, and he swore he was having a fever because of how hot his body felt. "Wanna, like—I mean, if you’re not busy…We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?"

"Well, I think I've had enough of coffee," you said, face scrunching in the most adorable of ways as you waved around you, the smell of freshly roasted beans strong in the air. "And it's way past lunch already."

Steve's heart fell into his stomach.

"Oh."

This was it. You were letting him down gently. You probably realized just how fucking creepy he'd been acting coming here all the time and—

"How about dinner this Friday night?"

"Yes!" he squeaked, his face burning red. He saw Dustin bury his face in his hands, muttering about how painful this was to watch. Steve ignored him as he turned back to you. "I mean, yeah, I'm free Friday…any time—for you, yeah."

"Cool," you giggled, and Steve swore if he'd hear that angelic sound one more time, he was going to ask you to marry him. You scribbled something on your notepad, your smile shy yet bright as you ripped the paper and handed it to him. "Here's my number. You can pick me up at seven."

"O-Okay," he choked out, cheeks hot and hurting as his grin grew wider. "I will."

Then, you leaned over the counter and kissed his cheek and Steve swore his heart stopped beating, brown eyes wide, jaw hanging, awestruck and dazed as you took his breath away.

"It's a date," you whispered, fingers resting under his chin to close his mouth, winking before you made your way toward the door. He tried to fight off his frown when he immediately missed your touch, craving more. "I'll be back. I promised Dustin over here to get him one of the freshly baked croissants in the oven."

"Thanks, Y/N!" Dustin chuckled, waving excitedly.

"Fucking slap me," Steve breathed out once you were out of earshot, flinching when a palm hit the back of his head. He glared at his friend. "It was rhetorical!"

"I can't believe that worked," Dustin groaned. "That was so fucking bad."

Steve rolled his eyes, grinning smugly as he waved the paper you gave him. "I still got her number, didn't I?

"Technically, she gave it to you, idiot. You didn't do shit but ask for burgers and fries in a place that serves coffee and pastries. You've got nothing to be smug about."

Steve couldn't even find himself to be embarrassed about it. He was too high on life, his cheek still tingling from where your lips had touched his skin, your sweet scent still lingering in the air that nothing could ever bring him back down.

"I'm still getting the girl."

"Yeah, with your serial killer stalker strategy"

"Shut up."

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evan4ever · 1 year

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Unlikely Lovers

Part 2 as requested!

Part 2 — part 1 here

Warnings: none, just a cute fic! Other than a lil makeout session 🫶🏻

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You and Evan had gotten to know each other well after meeting at the cute little vintage store that day. You’d went to lunch like he’d asked, you both talked each others ears off, laughing at one another and smiling like fools. You genuinely enjoyed him just as he did you. You thought for sure this was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Evan had to go back to casting his new movie, but you exchanged numbers and the conversations never stopped. He’d text you every chance he got, you replied every chance you got. Texts turned to calls, and calls turned to FaceTimes. Late night calls, early morning calls, everything in between. You couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

“I want to come see you again” you were sat on your sofa, pajama pants on your hair in a messy bun and a large sweatshirt on. Evan was on your screen, enjoying your over-the-phone presence while you worked on your studies. You were doing online school. Evan never minded sitting in silence with you while you studied, you both just liked the thought of being as close as you were able to be to one another.

You looked down at your phone screen, seeing Evan who was lying in his hotel bed just smiling at you. “I want you to come here too.” You nodded. It’d only been a month since you’d seen him that first time, only knowing him a whole month, but it felt like you guys knew each others souls. There was no denying the spark you’d both felt. And if that wasn’t enough, the amount of time you spent talking to each other somehow over the phone should be.

“We’re almost done shooting. We wrap up next week. I can come right after. If that’s… okay?” He was careful, not wanting to assume anything considering neither of you have spoke of your feelings and he didn’t want to pressure you. Your eyes lit up though, and his did as soon as he saw yours.

“Yes please” you groaned, picking the phone up so you were at a better, more appealing angle for him. Not that he minded your other angles, he loved them all, and he loved that you were comfortable enough with yourself to not care about looking perfect for him. You were just different, compared to the other girls he’s talked to and been with, you were different. You were just you, never needing to be someone else for anyone. It was a gift from above, and it made him more comfortable being his silly, dorky self, which you adored by the way.

“Yeah absolutely. You’ll have to show me around that small town of yours more.” He grinned. He’d been to small towns before, but pretty rarely and never staying in them. At this point he’d grown so used to the large over populated cities, and the small thought of traveling somewhere new and smaller often gave him a newfound peace at mind.

“Please. I already plan to” you smile teasingly while you faced your phone at yourself now looking through your cupboards for something to snack on. “How is the movie going?” You asked, still scrimmaging through the different foods you had, your eyes finally landing on some hot Cheetos that you just knew you had somewhere.

“It’s going really good. Totally different set than what I’m used to. This whole cowboy look is definitely new to me.”

“Oooo” you wiggles your eyebrows at him while you sat back down with your favorite chips in your lap. “Cowboy huh? You wear boots and a hat too?” You but your bottom lip curiously. You were literally dying to see this man with a western look.

“Yeah” he chuckled, nodding at your question, “you’ll love it I bet, totally a Montana look.” He teased you now. He had in the beginning expressed how he thought Montana was completely western, cowboys and horses everywhere. Maybe even outhouses and no running water. The whole Yellowstone series was to thank for that. You just giggled at his lack of knowledge with your state, thinking how cute it was that anyone would truly believe Montana was stuck in the 1800s or something.

“Oh yeah, you know I love them Montana boys” you nodded dramatically, him just smiling wider at you in awe. You were just so enjoyable to talk to and be in the presence of. He felt so comfortable with you and that was something he usually lacked when it came to girls.

“Really though, it’s going good. It’ll be a good one.” He nodded, shuffling in his bed to find a new comfortable position. You only watched him, taking in his beauty now. You honestly never felt like you were talking to some “famous” guy. And you had known of Evan for literal years, a fan even, but talking to him like this throughout the last month — you never saw him as the actor Evan, just as a nice guy who you very much enjoyed. Again, something he appreciated.

“Good deal. I can’t wait to watch it.”

“Without me. I can’t watch myself, it’s weird” he stated and your eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“Excuse me. You’re phenomenal at what you do. You most definitely have to watch it with me” you nodded, popping a few Cheetos in your mouth while he just shook his head.

“Definitely not.”

“Evaaaan” you groaned, pouring your lip out dramatically causing him to crack a smile at the cute sight of your puppy dog face.

“Alright alright” he waved his hand in front of the screen, your smile widening, “I’ll watch it with you but we say nothing about me as a cowboy.” You giggled but nodded agreeing to his terms. It excited you to think about watching a movie with him, not even that it was a movie he starred in, just watching a movie with him.

“Deal”. You smiled down at the face in your phone screen, him returning it so contently. You both spent the rest of the night talking and laughing together before falling asleep, both on the other end of the video call.

The week felt drawn out, just waiting as patient as you could for Friday to be here so you could be together again, finally. The more you thought about it, the more scared you became over the fact that he’d have to leave again, eventually. He’d have to go home and go back to work. Long distance relationships were never something you wanted to do, but you were head over heals for this man — he was worth it. You only hoped Evan felt the same way.

Friday arrived as slow as it possibly could, but it was here, and you rushed through your apartment making sure you had your belongings and readying yourself to meet Evan at the coffee shop you had first saw each other in. He had texted you a time he’d be there, you had about 10 minutes to get there and meet him on time. You could hardly wait, but you were so nervous at the same time. Your stomach fluttering ridiculously, your palms sweaty and your heart beating 100 miles a minute. Part of it was probably because you meant to be at the shop already and was running late, but regardless you were hurrying.

You had your keys in one hand and your wallet in the other and at this point you just needed your phone having misplaced it.

“Jesus Christ” you mumbled as you looked around the kitchen counters, bathroom, your room, finally finding it in between the couch cushions. You smiled to yourself and jogged to your front door opening it in a hurry ready to book it to your car, only to stop as soon as the door opened and left you face to face with Evan.

Your eyes widened as you sucked in a sharp breath in surprise. He stood there smiling like a child, obviously excited to have surprised you.

“I- what are you doing here?!” You asked in a squeak, indeed very surprised. Before you could say anything else, he pulled out a bouquet of white roses from behind his back, white roses — your absolute favorite. Your eyes landed on them, your mouth dropping open in awe at the beautiful flowers in front of you. “Oh Evan..” you finally let your lips form a wide, grateful smile, reaching out to gently take them from his extended arms. You immediately put them to your nose and inhaled the beautiful sweet scent, your eyes closing as your mind wrapped around what has just happened. “I can’t believe you’re here.” You said quietly, your eyes opening to land on his again. He only stood there, his eyes on you, smiling happily at your reaction.

“Wanted to surprise you” he stated, a giggle coming from you as you lowered the flowers. “I remembered white roses were your favorite, couldn’t pass on the opportunity. I hope you like them?”

“I love them.” You nodded, biting onto your bottom lip nervously and holding back your blush as much as you could.

“Good.” he grinned wider. “Come here” you allowed him to pull you into his chest, his arms wrapping behind you as you snaked yours around him. “Mm, I’m so happy to see you, finally.” He mumbled against the side of your head, feeling him place a soft kiss onto your hair. Your eyes were closed as you just enjoyed being in his hold that you silently longed to be in.

Neither of you talked about any feelings or what you were wanting as far as a relationship. It’s always just being happy in the presence of the other, and whatever happens, happens. It was nice not having to worry about where it would go. You were both seemingly on the same page and feeling yourself in his arms now was all the reassurance you needed.

“I’m glad you’re here” you mumbled into his chest, his chin now resting on your head. You both pulled away, you looking up to meet his eyes that were gazing down at you, a happy smile placed on his lips. You both shared a moment of just admiring the other before you blinked a few times and took a step back. “I’m going to put these in some water, come in!” You motioned as you walked back into your apartment to your kitchen searching your cupboards for a vase. You heard him close the door behind him before walking into the kitchen with you and leaning against your counter watching as you searched.

Your eyes landed on a vase, of course on the highest shelf in the very back of the cupboard. You never brought it out never receiving flowers so there it was, untouched, out of your reach. You huffed in annoyance as you glared at it before standing on your tip toes and reaching as far as you could, your finger tips only grazing it, but that didn’t stop you from using your other hand to hike you up more to keep trying.

A moment later, you felt warmth behind you as a hand reached up and grabbed the vase with ease. You looked back once again meeting Evan’s eyes that were already on you with a smirk having a couple inches on you and the ability to reach so easily. He lowered the vase and handed it to you, you taking it from him as your cheeks heated up again at the close proximity you were in with him. His hands immediately rested on your hips so lightly you questioned if you even felt them, and remained there while you filled the case with water.

You took the moment you had so openly and rested your body back against his, your head laying so contently on his shoulder as he lowered his face into the crook of your neck. His skin brushing against yours felt so soft and yet so electric. Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, hearing as he took a breath in and feeling the air as he’d let it out. You could stay like this forever if you were able.

“So..” you finally spoke, the feeling of his hold on your waist tightening slightly as you did.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response encouraging you to continue, turning his head in more towards yours.

You smiled and set the vase down finally, turning swiftly so you were towards him while his hands remained at your sides. You looked up at him like you had in the hallway, his eyes gazing down at you like they had before, and you let your hands slide up his arms before they met behind his neck, locking.

“What do you want to do today?”

“I have a few ideas..” he said, his voice so low you could’ve melted right there. But you held yourself together knowing you only had a few days before he had to go back to LA.

“Evan…” you groaned playfully, hugging him tighter to you which he happily allowed, his eyes still on you. “You have to leave Sunday. I want to show you some things here!” You gleam, his eyebrows raising as he remembered the two landmarks you had mentioned wanting to show him.

“Right right. Absolutely. Let’s go hiking, I’ll have you to myself tonight.” He squeezed your sides purposely ticking you and you squirmed, giggling, falling into him more.

“No no, absolutely not.” You removed yourself from his hold to stop the tickling, quickly taking his hand and pulling him lightly so he’d follow you which he obliged.

He was already in comfy attire knowing this was what you both had planned, you just switched into your hiking boots and out the door you both went. You spent the entire day showing him around your small town before driving out to Pompey’s Pillar where you finished your afternoon with him hiking and taking pictures of the cool place and walking along the Yellowstone river. It was a breathtaking view, a place you firmly believed everyone should visit at least once. And Evan was in awe the whole time, so you knew you accomplished what you had wanted.

By the time you had arrived back into town, the sun was setting and you both ordered take out for supper before finally settling back at your apartment. You both sat on your couch with Friends playing on the TV while you ate the food you ordered from the local favorite Mexican restaurant. You were so content and happy in his presence as he was you, making small talk with each other. It’s been a long time since either of you have felt this kind of happiness, and it killed you inside thinking soon the distance would be back.

“Who’s your favorite character?” You glanced up at him from your food then to your TV screen seeing the 6 friends in the famous coffee shop.

“Monica.” You stated before looking back at his pleased face. “What? She’s great. She’s so organized and smart!” He laughed lightly but nodded in agreement. “Who’s yours?”

“Joey.”

“How’d I know you were going to say that?”

“I knew you were gonna say Monica.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly, your hand reaching out to nudge him lightly. “You remind me of her.”

“How so?”

“Organized. Well-kept. You know what you want. Kind hearted.” His eyes locked with yours and once again, a blush crept on your cheeks. You instinct but onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling like mad, looking down at your half eaten meal. “Beautiful.”

Your eyes flickered up quickly at his last word, eyebrows raised high. He only continued gazing at you softly and there was no stopping the sudden change in atmosphere. He moved his plate over and sat it on the coffee table before taking yours and setting it next to his, all while you kept your eyes on him. Looking back to you, Evan slowly reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear, your eyes closing at the contact and your head leaning into his hand, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek.

“It kills me to think about you leaving.” You admitted quietly, your eyes still closed while his thumb caressed your face gently.

“Let’s not think about that right now” his voice was quiet as well. You smiled against his thumb that had made its way to your lips, running softly over them. You opened your eyes when you felt the couch adjust with him moving himself closer to you, you completely turned towards him already. He was now only inches from your face, his eyes scanning over your every facial feature with so much admiration. Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest you were worried he could hear it.

“Okay..” you sighed agreeing, your eyes watching his face while his flickered from your lips back to your eyes then back to your lips. It was so hard to hold yourself back from leaning in to finally meet his that were so close and so kissable. But you did, not wanting to overstep if it was possible. And, maybe you just wanted him to make the first move.

And your silent hope was heard, your breath hitching in your throat when he finally leaned in, waiting for his lips to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and not a moment later, you felt his soft lips brush against yours, your noses brushing against each other as well. He turned his face enough to allow your noses not to collide, before completely crashing his lips into yours.

It was gentle at first, almost as if Evan was scared you’d back away, but when you didn’t he wasted no time in deepening it. Your hands moved to his face, his now firm on your waist, and you pulled him into you desperate to feel him. Your lips formed perfectly, as if they were meant only for each other, in a way no one else’s ever felt.

You felt his tongue swipe slowly over your bottom lip asking for entrance which you happily granted, your mouth opening allowing his tongue to slide into yours, dominating your tongue effortlessly. He pulled you in to him with ease, you legs now on either side of his body as you straddled him, your arms wrapping around him to hold him close to you while his hands found their way under your shirt and began tracing your back with his fingertips.

The kiss was hungry, but it wasn’t sexual. It was a need to feel the other so intensely. It was respectfully dirty, and it drove you crazy. Neither of you had any intentions of having sex just yet, both wanting to know each other completely before taking that step. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy a heavy makeout like you were right now.

Evan pulled his lips from yours immediately connecting them to your jaw trailing light kisses down to your neck, your head falling back at the pleasurable sensation. Your hands were still wrapped behind his neck, your fingers gliding up to entwine in his dark locks. A small gasp left from your lips when he bit down onto a sensitive spot behind your ear, his head falling back against the couch and smiling up at you proudly. You couldn’t contain the smile peaking through the glare you had tried to give him, your head falling into the crook of his neck now and his arms wrapping around you tightly.

You both remained in this position for awhile, just holding one another closely. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy it almost hurt.

“What does this mean?” You finally asked, needing to know where you both stood.

“It means I really like you,” he started, pushing you gently up so he could see your face again. You tilted your head to the side while looking down at him, your hair falling forward giving him the opportunity to push it behind your ear again. “It means I would really like to continue it, if you feel the same?”

You liked between his eyes as if making sure he was being serious. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, but your hearts been broken before and the distance obviously scared you. But you couldn’t deny that you were falling hard for this beautiful man. “I would really, really like that.” You nodded, his face lighting up and yours copying at his excitement.

He pulled your face back down to his reconnecting your lips in a much softer kiss, pulling back slightly to place another one on the tip of your nose while you smiled ear to ear.

“Good.”

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a/n: always manage to forget to tag on my requests 🙄😮‍💨 sorry y’all

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tklpilled · 3 months

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LEE GAMING HCS BC IM A LITTLE TOO OBSESSED W HIM

Lee Gaming who ducky thinks has death spots on his hips, ribs, and feet.

Lee Gaming who is also palm ticklish and knee ticklish @ticklish-n-stuff Ty Sakura ❤️

Lee Gaming who snorts and laughs really breathily and squeaky until you really get belly laughs Outta him. (KINDA LIKE DUB TODOROKI IN THAT ONE OVA??)

Lee Gaming who snrks in anticipation, his face red and eyes wide and frantic. “I’m not doing anything?” “Ihihihi cahahan fehehee-EEP! I cahahan feheheel ihihit!!”

Lee Gaming who gets tormented by Xingqiu bc he finally has a new targetfriend (much to chongyun’s delight.)

Lee Gaming who shrugs up his shoulders and squeals and closes an eye whenever his neck or chin is tickled.

Lee Gaming who will fold like a chair from traces on his torso. Drag your fingers up his sides? Oh he’s putty in your hands and giggling like crazy till he’s loopy.

Lee Gaming whose tummy will suck in and puff out out of anticipation when you wiggle your fingers above it.

Lee Gaming who tries to keep his giggles in and they creep out from behind his teeth.

Lee Gaming who turns as red as his shirt when you pin his arms above his head. (He knows that death is imminent)

Lee Gaming who hides his face bc he thinks he looks dorky when laughing (pls compliment him he looks ethereal and it will only make him more flustered.)

Lee Gaming whose hair gets all disheveled and fluffy in front of his eyes (which adds to making it worse bc now he can’t see where his ler is going????)

Lee Gaming who loves to have his back or feet traced to give him “tingles,” but it tickles so damn bad that the person doing it has to ask if he’s okay. He shoots a shaky thumbs up with a hand slapped over a goofy smile.

Lee Gaming who thought he was immune to being teased (outside of tickles ofc) until Xingqiu called him “adorable” and kept cooing “tickle, tickle, tickle!” at him.

Lee Gaming who will melt into the floor if you tease him at all now.

Lee Gaming who gets poked by Chongyun when he gets too hyperactive, a soft, unspoken reminder to help him cool off before he gets overheated and hyper. (Personal hc i don’t care. Baby gets too hot when too excited. Him and Chongyun are homies bc popsicles ❤️❤️)

Lee Gaming who actually LOVES being tickled and will never ask for it to stop.

Lee Gaming who adores comfort tickles, both giving and receiving. He’ll be with Chongyun and Xingqiu, visibly upset. Opening his arms with grabby hands for a hug from them both, he’ll murmur into one of their shoulder’s “do the thing…” (I luv him Kaz you don’t get it)

Writer Ducky who is going to turn that into a fic ^^

Lee Gaming who has 3/10 ticklish ears and giggles when his hair is played with near them.

Lee Gaming who will 100% willingly be the sacrificial lamb when someone is in a ler mood.

Lee Gaming who needs hugs after he’s tickled or he’ll die (real not fake)

Lee Gaming who has a soul connection with his lil lion dude (I cannot find his name help) and whenever someone scratched its tummy, his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s trying not to fall over giggling.

Lee Gaming who is getting an entire fucking novel abt him sent to Kaz rn <33333

Mk I have a meeting with my professor. I’ll probs send you little blurbby blurbs throughout the week <3

DUXKY. DUCKY. GOD. i love him SO much this only made me love him even more THESE ARE SO CUTE???? he has the cutest giggles ever omg and i know he's like. a cocky little brat until you even look at him the right way bc then he's all flustered and giggly HES SO. xingqiu/chongyun/gaming polycule is so real btw i've decided that now!!!!!!!! perfect balance between ler lean, lee lean, and even switch in that order. im right

#ask #duckymcdoorknob #moots <3

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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hi bae happy 500 🌺 may I request #121 with mitch marner?

thanks so much love! I am not a leafs fan so this honestly felt a little blasphemous. I really don’t know much about mitch but I think this is still a cute lil bit 🤍

finishing up my 500 followers celly

Prompt: #121 “My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

Pairing: Mitch Marner x Reader (f)

Word Count: 626

Warnings: Language, brief mention of cheating, some cute fluff

You’ve picked Mitch up from practice before, but today is different. Today, you walk in and feel like everyone knows a secret except you, like everyone heard the punchline of the joke and you completely missed it.

Upon seeing you, Mitch jumps up to come to your side, greeting you with a peck on your lips and a smile.

“Look out, everyone, it’s Saint Y/N,” Alex says in a mocking voice, doing a dramatic curtsy in your direction.

“Guess we’re not gonna hear from Mitchy for a few days, boys, so say your farewells now.”

“But when he does come back, all we’re gonna hear about for days is Y/N this, Y/N that,” Justin adds, then looks at you apologetically. “No offense, Y/N. You’re the shit.”

You hold your hand up with a smile. “Thank you, I think?”

Mitch rolls his eyes, letting the chirps hit him from every direction as he slips his hand in yours. “Can you shut the fuck up now?”

“He’s in love, boys, just let him be,” Mo’s voice cuts through, teasing as he sends you a wink. The love word makes you bristle slightly, a jolt of nerves coursing through your system.

“At least I’ve got a pretty girl on my arm,” Mitch finally says, like he couldn’t wait to get it out once the comeback came to him. “All you guys have is your right hand.”

A chorus of “ooooh”s mock him, his chirp doing nothing to save him from his thorough roasting. Mitch tugs your hand, flipping off the crowd of jeering boys behind him as you leave, a chorus of jeers and whipping sound effects following you out.

“You gonna tell me what all that was about?” you ask with a raised eyebrow as you approach the car.

“My friends get… annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes,” he admits bashfully, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Obviously, it’s become kind of a thing.”

“And why is that, Mitchell?” you giggle, teasing.

Mitch’s cheeks flush like he’s 14 again, embarrassed at the call out. “Well, I thought that was obvious.”

“If it is, I’m lost.”

“I, um, well, you see —” he stutters, fumbling over his words as he shifts anxiously on his heels.

“Spit it out, Marner.”

He clears his throat, willing himself to look you in the eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen in shock, not expecting Mo’s words from earlier to be even remotely true. Your relationship with Mitch had been a whirlwind up to this point, straight out of a movie, down to the spilled coffee at the coffee shop. He’s sweet, charming, holds the door open for you, sends you a good morning text every day.

But still, there’s always been part of you that’s uncertain about his commitment to you, his fame and follower count intimidating the hell out of you — not to mention his bank account. You’ve been burned before, cheated on before, and the thought of this wonderful person betraying you in the same way is almost too much to bear, fighting your feelings for him and keeping him at arm’s length — emotionally, at least.

Until now. When he’s standing in front of you, professing his love for you like a dorky, teenage boy instead of a muscular man, a professional athlete who makes more money than you can even really fathom having. He’s looking into your eyes, searching yours, and you can see the sincerity in them, hear it in his voice.

It’s also in that moment that you let the walls come tumbling down, your hidden feelings for him bursting through the seams of your heart as you lean forward to kiss him.

“I love you, too, Mitch.”

#c’s 500 follower celly #mitch marner fic #mitch marner blurb #mitch marner imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic

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cheolhub · 1 year

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for science what are your favorite scoupsie hcs 🤓 i don’t think i’ve seen anything like this yet but i’m kinda lowkey obsessed with the idea of loser cheol 🌵

OKAY I DID TWO PARTS TO THIS ASK LOL —

MY FAVES HCS? HMMM

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE HC is that cheol loves fucking in front of mirrors. especially if you had said something mean abt yourself, he literally won’t let it slide. he’s sitting you in front of a mirror, split open on his cock n he’s like, “no, baby, open your eyes ‘n look. look at me fuckin’ my pretty baby—“ AND IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, HE THREATENS TO STOP.

he also makes you repeat after him n everything T-T “who’s my pretty baby?” “i-i am.” “good, say it to me now.” “i-i’m your p-pretty baby.”

i think hes a really good boyfriend in general. never fails to tell you how much he loves you or tell you how beautiful you are. wants to eat all of your insecurities bc to him, you’re literally a perfect doll and you deserve nothing but the world

i also like that he gives off sugar daddy in a sense where he just spoils the fuck out of his partner. if you want or express even the slightest interest in something, it’s yours before you can blink— price doesn’t matter bc you are priceless to him

he’s a soft dom through an through. like he loves praising you for taking him :( loves the way you babble for more of his cock even though youve cum countless times :( loves making you go stupid all for him while he just coos and tells you how much a “good baby” you are

EVEN THO HES A SOFT DOM, i think he’s also #1 brat tamer. he will not put up with an attitude and is so quick to put you back in your place. he’ll entertain you for a lil, but the second you start getting testy, he’s bending you over and making you apologize and beg if you wanna cum

PUSSY EATING KING !!!$$!!!!!! HE JUST KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOING

hmm, i also think he’d be really possessive [which is so fucking hot to me] and he’d say my in front of any pet name. [i.e. my baby, my angel, my princess, etc.]

personal preference, but i would enjoy calling him sir and i think he’d fuck with it

———

AS FOR LOSER CHEOL?! i’ve literally never thought of him as a loser, just someone that can ruin me but maybe i can think of something…..

maybe ? english lit major loser!cheol who nearly cums in his pants every time he sees you. he always thinks you don’t notice him staring at you from across the lecture, but you do, and you think it’s really cute that he has a crush on you. you give him a chance because, yeah he’s kinda dorky and really good at english, but he’s… definitely not ugly. quite the opposite, actually. and the more you think about him, the more you think about him with his head between your thighs, foggy glasses framing his face??

so you stop him after class one day and he looks so shocked, about to stutter out an apology for no reason. before he embarrasses himself, you ask him if he can peer review one of your essays for the class and he … generously (and nervously) agrees.

so now you’re in your dorm and cheol’s trying to read your words on the page, but they’re starting to blur together because he can smell you. he can smell your sweet perfume on you and on your bed sheets and now he’s hyperaware of the fact that … he’s in your room where you sleep and where you shower…. naked… in the bathroom over…. how you probably have spent nights with your fingers in your cunt on the very bed he sits on.

and it’s almost too much, but he literally loses it when your hand touches his arm. “cheol? is it bad, you look like you’re in pain?”

“fuck-“ he curses under his breath, the quietest whimper coming out and you piece it together. he’s turned on. “i-i need to—“

you smile, feeling flattered. “i can take care of you, cheol… if you proof my paper… i can offer my mouth?” you suggest and when he gives you wide eyes, you panic over the fact that you may have misread the situation. “i-i, nevermind- sorry, that was w—“

“please?” he breaths out, moving the paper fro out of his lap to reveal the large tent in his pants. “please, i’ll do anything…”

#maybeeeee full loser!cheol fic????#no im kidding i dont even know if that plot was good shshbfd #[💌: 🌵]#CHEOL LOML #💭 sar is thinking…#seventeen hard hours

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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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Hello! May I please request a star wars, the hobbit and the arcana match up? ^^

I'm 19, omnisexual and I go by they/them. I am a enfp, 3w4, saggitarious, so basically I'm impulsive, ambitious, fun loving, sensitive, expressive, understanding, always seems a lil high, blunt, out of pocket, creative, rebellious and live by the phrase Yolo. (I also have really bad anxiety, depression and adhd)

I'm like a mix of emo, metalhead, goth and punk in terms of music and style but I like mostly sticking with a cleaner look. I'm pale, 5'4, have shoulder length straight dyed black hair, brown eyes, skinny but has some muscle, lots of scars I am very proud of, and visible scoliosis but I like to pretend it's the emo hunch

I enjoy creating, dancing, music, trying new stuff, fashion, stuff that makes me feel sophisticated, comics, horror, zombies, learning, bugs, dark stuff, my pet bird, experimenting, running, space, writing in code, science, working out, reading, plants, red and black, collecting, info dumping, and I love taking care of things and people for some reason.

Lastly my ideal date is going and trying something new togethor or like a amusement park. What I look for in a person is passion and ambition extra points if there a little dorky lol. My love Language kinda differs from person to person I take there needs and wants into consideration but I am a little touch starved soo :)

And here you go good luck and keep up that good work fellow writer!! <3

Hi! Thanks for requesting a matchup! I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait! <3333

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Star Wars;

Luke Skywalker:

✨ You were already a part of Han's crew when you met Luke, chilling on the Falcon as you fixing one of the monitors; you heard blasters shooting in the distance, watching out the main window to see Han and Chewie running with two other people, (some old guy and a pretty cute looking young guy)

✨ Immediately getting into flight mode, you didn't get the chance to say hello to the newcomers until after you escaped the planet, and that's when you finally met Luke; hubba hubba

✨ Skipping the year that you both were just friends, you and Luke finally got together after he got back from cutting off a Wampas's arm on Hoth, (and after he got out of that water tank), but to get to the point, Han liked to joke around with you both; you were almost polar opposites, looks-wise, Luke was a blondie and you had dyed black hair, and you wore dark colors and he didn't really

✨ But opposites attract, and you and Luke actually had similar personalities, you were both passionate, caring, understanding, fun-loving, and impulsive; you both had anxiety and he definitely had ADHD

✨ Luke really, truly love you, from your love for trying new things to stargazing at the million stars in the sky - you're perfect; and you adored Luke, his willingness to learn and grow, his quirky charm, his bashful smiles, his dorky attitude; he was perfect

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The Hobbit;

Ori:

🌿 You met Ori when you joined the Company, Gandalf asked you to come along since you were pretty great at knowing what plants can help heal or ones that you could eat, and you were great at keeping things light; basically your job in the group was to make sure no one was upset, trying your best to joke around and get smiles on everyone's faces

🌿 But sometimes you needed someone to bring a smile to your face, and Ori was your guy! From little jokes here and there, or just being his little, dorky self made you smile; he was your little, dorky boi

🌿 There wasn't a lot to collect on the road, so you'd collect a rock wherever you could, and Ori would help, running up to you with a huge, sheepish smile on his face as he handed you a few rocks he had found for you; you're swooning

🌿 Near the end of the journey, Ori took his chance and asked if he could braid your hair; having learned and read about Dwarven culture, you felt your heart skip a beat and you joked a little before saying yes and allowing him to braid you hair

🌿 As said before, Ori's a dork, like the number one dork of all dorks, but he was your dork, and he understood you, he cared about you, and he loved you

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The Arcana;

Portia:

🐱 You met Portia when you came to visit your friend Nadia, yes, ou were friends with royalty, lucky you; for some reason the other many times you visited Nadia, Portia was at her cottage, what a coinkydink

🐱 But it was love at first sight, you loved how sweet she was, how energetic, upbeat, and mischievous she was; and you absolutely loved her eyes, you could stare at them all day

🐱 You had both started talking, going on walks together, talking about everything and anything, and soon a romance blossoms; from secret kisses in the castle to dancing in the garden, you and Portia were in love

🐱 She loves your bird, and you are so glad that she does; she also loves looking at plants with you, reading with you, trying out new things together, (all when she has free time, that is)

🐱 You both are two sweet peas in a pod, always there for one another, and always bringing out the best in each other :)

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