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jjungkookislife · 1 month

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For Peep's Sake

♡ pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, easter au, college au, smut [18+]

♡ summary: Easter weekend takes you back to the Jeons for a weekend of fun.

♡ wc: 4.1k

♡ warnings: alcohol use/mention, food mention, dirty talk, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), panties used as a gag, cum swallowing, quickie, unprotected sex in a car, spanking, creampie, shower sex, mention of cockblocking, roughhousing

♡ date: March 31, 2024

║ part one ║ part two ║ series masterlist ║

Spring break was wonderful with your boyfriend and friends.

You hung out by the pool, did body shots off of your boyfriend’s ridiculously hot abs, and spent some much-needed girl time with Grandmother Jeon and Park.

Getting back into the school routine had been tough and just as you were getting used to it, Easter rolled around.

“I am not getting in the car with him!” Jungkook stomped his foot, his arms were crossed over his chest and his glower was deliciously hot.

“Oh, come on!” Jimin rolls his eyes. “We always carpool. It’s tradition.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin chimes in. “I even have an egg-stra special playlist.”

Jungkook frowns as he turns to look at you. “What do you think, babe?”

You hate being put on the spot but Jungkook would rather spend that time with you without Seokjin barking out lyrics he doesn’t know and you can only imagine what Easter-related songs he could have found. Besides, Jungkook wanted to have his car this time around. He wanted to show you more of his town.

With Grandmother Jeon possibly stopping by, he knew the chances of riding around on his motorcycle were slim to none; though he had promised you a ride around the block whenever the opportunity struck.

“Seokjinnie,” you pout and Jungkook turns around to hide his snickering. You were laying it on thick.

Your tone draws everyone’s attention, and Seokjin immediately softens.

“Just this once can we ride separately? Next time I’ll make you a playlist,” you smile and Seokjin nods, easily agreeing. Being the only girl in the friend group had its perks.

“You heard her,” Seokjin chirps. “Let’s get on the road!”

Jungkook smirks when you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Good girl,” He praises as he takes your hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss. “Let’s get going, my love.”

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks Jimin as you stand on the porch with your bag. Jungkook had been digging in his pocket for his house key when he spotted Jimin joining you on the porch.

“Mama Jeon probably has sweets and treats, where else would I be going?” Jimin asks with a raised brow.

“Uh, maybe your own house with your mom?” Jungkook retorts as he unlocks the door and calls out for his mother.

“Yeah, but Mama Jeon always has something for me. I’m her favorite,” Jimin grins as he waltzes into the home and to the kitchen to hug Jungkook’s mother.

Jungkook sighs as he kicks off his shoes and places them on the shoe rack by the door. You do the same before taking your luggage to the living room.

The walls are covered in Easter decor, from rabbits to eggs, to carrots galore. You smile as you take the room in, spying a photo of you and Jungkook on the mantel.

“Jimin!” Aera gushes as she hugs him tight. She sits him in a chair and places a plate of bunny-shaped cookies in front of him with a glass of milk.

“Mom, we’re here,” Jungkook announces as his mother hugs him. He takes the opportunity to flip Jimin off behind his mother’s back.

Jimin cackles as he reaches for a cookie, dunking it in his milk before biting it.

Aera releases Jungkook before she wraps her arms around you. “Oh, I’m so glad you could join us, sweetheart! I’ve missed you both so much!”

“Thank you for inviting me,” you say but she waves you off.

“You’re always welcome in our home whether Jungkook is here or not. We love you so much,” Aera hugs you again before she ushers you into a chair with brownie bites covered in pink frosting. Jungkook is the last to get a plate of cookies and milk, muttering about how he used to be the most babied.

You giggle, kissing his cheek before catching up with his mother while Jimin eats one of your brownie bites.

“I know you guys will only be here until Monday but Grandmother Jeon called just a while ago to announce her stay. You’ll have to share Jungkook’s room again. I hope that’s okay?”

“Sure,” Jungkook nods.

“I mean, the two of you practically live together anyway,” Jimin announces as he takes one last bite of his cookie.

You and Jungkook nearly snap your necks turning to look at him. Your death glares make Jimin blush before he scrambles out of his seat and heads for the door.

“See ya!”

Aera clears her throat and takes the dishes to the dishwasher.

“We’re gonna settle in,” Jungkook informs her as he takes your dishes to the dishwasher as you haul ass out of the kitchen.

You grab your bag and Jungkook’s as you head for the stairs.

Moments later, Jungkook is at your side taking the bags from you.

“Remind me to crack a rotten egg over Jimin’s head on Sunday,” Jungkook mutters as he leads you to his bedroom.

“I’m sure we can get the guys to help,” you say as you grab a change of clothes to shower before getting into bed.

Jungkook joins you after his shower, cuddling into your side.

“We can’t hide in here until dinner, Darling,” Jungkook whispers as you bury your face in his chest.

“Why not?” you pout as you cling to him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Because Grandmother Jeon will be here soon and she’ll want to see us,” Jungkook reminds you as he kisses your neck.

“But it’s okay,” you murmur as he sucks on your neck, making you moan as your eyes shut and he gets out of your arms to settle between your legs.

“Is it?” he whispers as he grabs your hips, tugging you to him.

“Koo!” you gasp as he kisses you deeply.

Your hands tug on his hair, moaning as he kisses his way down your jaw to your neck until he settles for the top of your breasts.

“I wish I could bury my cock inside you, Darling. Fuck you until you’re crying for more,” he muses as he leans back, smiling.

You’re left speechless and horny.

Your eyes are unfocused as you try to breathe normally.

Jungkook chuckles as he climbs off you, adjusting himself before going to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face.

You giggle as you stare at the ceiling.

You could never have enough of him.

“Where are my babies?” Grandmother Jeon asks as she steps through the front door with Luna in tow.

You and Jungkook leave the kitchen with his parents.

“Grandmother Jeon!” you greet as she hugs you first. Jungkook shakes his head as he pulls into the hug before you’re released.

Jungkook scoops Luna off the floor and holds her. He kisses the top of her head before she’s handed to you.

“Hi pretty girl,” you coo as Jungkook and his father grab Grandmother Jeon’s bags.

“The airport is the worst,” Grandmother Jeon frowns as she’s led to the living room couch. “The number of people trying to pet Luna while I’m trying to get her to potty is ridiculous. One man asked if she bit and then shoved his hand in her mouth. We were both so shocked! Who does that?!”

“Wow!” you exclaim as you set Luna on her lap.

“You know you can move in,” Aera tells her as she sits on the other end of the couch.

Grandmother Jeon waves her offer away. “You know I live for the fast life.”

Aera nods. “The offer stands.”

“Thank you, dear. You always were my favorite,” Grandmother Jeon informs her as she pets Luna.

“Shall we have dinner?” Jungkook’s dad asks as he comes downstairs with your boyfriend behind him.

The next afternoon, you wake up in Jungkook’s arms. You struggle to get free, giggling when he groans and searches for you but you’re too busy kissing your way down his rock-hard abs.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as your mouth wraps around his hard cock. “Darling!”

“Shh,” you hush him as you poke your head from under the covers, and your hand strokes his spit-slicked cock. “Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” he whines, his hips thrusting into your hand.

You pause, removing your hand and ignoring the whimper of your boyfriend. You take your panties off, stuffing them in his mouth to keep him quiet.

Jungkook groans, nearly cumming over himself as he tastes your arousal.

“Gotta keep quiet for me, baby. Can you do that? Can you be a good boy for me?” you ask, unsure where the courage came from but Jungkook was an absolute puddle for you.

“Yes, baby. I’ll be good. I swear,” he whimpers through the lace as you wrap your hand around him. You stroke him slowly as you get under the covers, your hot mouth welcoming him in.

He curses when your lips wrap around him, tonguing his slit to hear his muffled cries. Your hand moves between your thighs, rubbing your clit as you bob up and down on his fat cock, stuffing you full.

Jungkook curses losing himself to the pleasure as you feel him hit the back of your throat. He chokes on your panties, tears running down his pretty face as you hold it there for a while before swallowing.

Jungkook is sobbing as you swallow the load in your mouth, crying when you pop back up and swallow.

“Good morning,” you grin as you take your panties out of his mouth and wipe his tears away.

After you suck the soul of your boyfriend, you end up spending the day with Jungkook at Jimin’s place.

“So we’re heading to the Jeons’ tomorrow like always?” Namjoon asks for confirmation.

The Jeons always held the biggest Easter bash on the block. It was a yearly tradition.

“Yup, Dad’s grilling,” Jungkook confirms. “Gotta bring your eggs for the hunt though.”

“Duh,” Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“Not the flour-filled ones, you dick. Mom banned those,” Jungkook huffs.

Seokjin frowns.

“Anyway,” Jungkook rises from his seat. “We have dinner plans so we’ll see y’all tomorrow.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow anyone to say anything as he leads you out of Jimin’s home. He takes you to his car, giggling when you ask where you’re going.

“A family favorite,” he answers.

The drive to wherever is quick. Jungkook parks his car under the broken streetlight.

“Where are we?” You ask as you look around and see the orange neon lights and the boy beside a rocket who must be the restaurant mascot.

“Starbright,” Jungkook answers as he points to the large sparkling sign. “My parents came here before they met and continued to come here when they met and then brought me and my brother.”

“Koo,” you smile softly as you take your hand in his. You couldn’t be more in love with him if you tried. You knew he was your forever, there was nobody else who could ever compare to him.

Emotions overwhelm you as you climb onto his lap.

Jungkook is in awe as you easily find the lever on the side of his seat to make it slide back to give you more room.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” you whisper as you cup his face, settling on his lap before you kiss him. His hands grip your hips tightly as you grind on him while your tongue threads with his, tugging on his hair as you deepen the kiss.

Part of you wonders if Hoseok knew this would happen when he picked out your skirt and top. You didn’t care as Jungkook bunched your skirt at your hips, gripping your thighs as his fingers rubbed over the wet lace.

“Fuck, love,” Jungkook can’t control himself, losing it when he feels how wet you are for him.

“Please,” you whimper, not sure what exactly you’re begging for as Jungkook pushes your panties aside, his fingers rubbing your clit as you smash your lips against his.

Your hands are greedy as you unbutton his pants, tugging them down his thighs in the tight confines of his car. You tug his boxers down next, grinning when his hard cock smacks against his belly button.

“Fuck,” your mouth waters at the sight, nearly drooling as you take it in.

Jungkook chuckles. “This wasn’t what I had planned for dinner, but who am I to deny you?”

You smile as you wrap your hand around his length, lining him up at your entrance before sinking on him, nearly screaming his name for the whole block to hear.

Jungkook laughs, his hands gripping your hair to pull your face into his neck. You moan into his skin, eyes shut as his thick cock fills you deeply.

Jungkook groans when you rock your hips. You’ve grown needy and hungry just being on his lap.

He’s wearing your favorite cologne and it smells heavenly. You kiss his neck, leaving a tiny mark behind as his hands move down to your hips and then your ass. His hands are full as he helps you bounce up and down on him.

The car’s windows fog up, rocking with each thrust he gives you.

“Won’t last long,” you warn him with heavy breaths as you take his lobe between your teeth and pull.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as fireworks explode behind them.

“Koo!” You whimper, nearly sobbing as he smacks your ass.

“That’s it, Darling. Be good for me and cum. Cream my cock, like you’ve been wanting to all day,” Jungkook encourages.

“Jungkook!” You gasp as you bury your face in his neck, kissing the little mole that drives you insane.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how you kept looking at me with the guys. Staring at my hands, my lips, my cock,” Jungkook smirks as you clench around his dick. He curses as you cry out his name, creaming around him just like he wanted you to.

He follows soon after, grunting as he fucks you through his orgasm, filling you with thick shots of cum before he pulls out and fixes your panties.

“Can you be good for me, baby, and keep that inside you until we get home?” Jungkook asks as you both catch your breath.

“I can try,” you giggle as you climb off him and tug your skirt back down. You both fix your clothing, rolling the windows down as the cool spring air cools the both of you down and gets rid of the just fucked smell.

Jungkook exits the car first after rolling the windows back up. He jogs around to get to your door and help you out as your wobbly legs make him giggle.

“Oops,” he grins cutely as you take his hand and he shuts the car door.

“You’re splitting a chocolate milkshake with me for that,” you tease as he leads you toward the restaurant door.

Once you step inside, the retro decor makes you grin. There are red glittery booths with white tabletops. A jukebox sits in the corner blasting an old song you’ve heard your parents play when you were younger.

The menu above the counter is stained yellow with age and the cashier smiles at Jungkook widely.

“Welcome back, Little Jeon!”

Jungkook grins as he leads you forward and his smile disarms you as he proudly introduces you to the staff.

You hope you’ll be able to come by often with Jungkook at your side.

“No,” you whine when Jungkook kisses you awake the next morning.

You’d spent most of the night wrapped up in each other. He ate you out as a reward for keeping his cum inside all the way home and then you went down on him in your shared shower followed by another romp bent over the bathroom counter in the middle of your skincare routine.

Your thighs ached and your body begged you for more sleep but Jungkook’s kisses were just too good to ignore.

“I let you sleep as long as possible, Darling,” Jungkook whispers as he sits up in bed.

You grumble before sitting up, your eyes still closed and your hair messy.

“Koo,” you huff, hoping he’ll take pity on you and let you sleep another hour or two.

“We’ll miss breakfast,” Jungkook tempts you. “Seojun and Saraí made a lot of delicious stuff for today.”

“I’m up,” you groan as you rub your eyes. Jungkook helps you out of bed, grabbing the outfit Hoseok picked for you today.

It’s a beautiful light blue dress that reaches your knees with shorts underneath so you can roughhouse with the boys during the egg hunt. Hoseok allowed you to pick your shoes for this outfit, so you slide on your low-top canvas sneakers and quickly pull your hair into a ponytail.

Your makeup is minimal since you’ll be running around for the hunt and you can hear the ruckus from downstairs announcing the arrival of your friends and their families.

Luna barks echo throughout the house, and when you finally reach the first floor with Jungkook at your side, you're all smiles.

Grandmother Jeon grins as she spots you and Jungkook. Beside her is a large box filled with Easter baskets.

“There you are!” Minji exclaims as Luna sits on her lap, barking before Aera takes her to the backyard with everyone until only you, Minji, Jungkook, and your friends are left in the living room.

“Seojun and Saraí already got their baskets and Jimin got his basket from Sujin,” Minji explains as everyone turns to Jimin, who has already bitten the ears off a chocolate bunny. He smiles sheepishly as everyone turns back to Minji.

“Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon Taehyung,” Minji calls the eldest to her side. They each receive a basket with their name written on the front, stuffed full of chocolate and plastic Easter eggs.

They thank Minji profusely as they take their baskets and run out to the backyard to open the eggs and see what Minji has gifted them.

“And here you go,” Minji hands you a blue basket with your name embroidered on the front and Jungkook receives a purple basket with his name embroidered on the front and a cotton bunny tail on the back.

“Thank you, Minji,” you say as you run around the couch to hand her a basket you and Jungkook worked on before arriving at the Jeons.

“Ooh, for me?” Minji smiles as she takes the basket, opening the card the two of you got her. She thanks you again as Jungkook helps her out of her seat and leads her to the backyard.

Jungkook’s backyard is ridiculously huge. Tables line up one side of the patio with food and decorations. Three piñatas sit against the wall by the back door and Luna runs around chasing Jimin and Namjoon.

After lunch, you’re all instructed to head inside so the eggs can be hidden in the yard. Special eggs are hidden for Luna, so Jungkook’s dad, Dae, will chase her around the yard with her basket.

You sit on Jungkook’s lap while your friends ready their Easter baskets.

Jimin smirks as he places a few eggs in his Easter basket he’d hidden earlier in the day.

Seokjin eyes him warily, making a mental note to steer clear of him once the hunt begins.

Jungkook places his hand on your thigh, ignoring the idle chatter of his friends. “We could go upstairs while everybody is busy.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Hoseok exclaims as he sits down beside the two of you with a wide grin.

“We’re all here to have fun,” Taehyung adds as he squeezes between Jungkook and Hoseok on the couch.

“Up you go,” Seokjin helps you off Jungkook’s lap with a wicked grin. He drapes his arm over your shoulder as Namjoon takes a seat on your boyfriend.

“You guys go above and beyond to cockblock us,” Jungkook mutters as he shoves Namjoon off his lap and Yoongi cackles from his seat as he sips his drink.

Jimin is working on two flutes of champagne and Taehyung bites the ears off a chocolate rabbit before tearing open a chocolate egg.

“You’re gonna throw up by the end of the hunt,” Seokjin tells him as he takes the chocolate away.

“I’ve only had a few,” Taehyung pouts but before Seokjin can say anything else, Aera opens the door to the backyard.

“All right, kids! Get to hunting!” Aera shuts the door with a smile as you grab your baskets and head for the front door.

Unsurprisingly, Taehyung and Seokjin’s broad shoulders get stuck in the doorway in their rush to be first. Like the time at Jungkook’s place, Namjoon and Hoseok crawl between their legs to get outside first while Jimin uses Seokjin and Tae’s backs to jump over them.

Yoongi grabs his drink before he squeezes between the two almost-lovers, and heads for the egg hunt without spilling his drink.

“Oh, for Peep’s sake!” Jungkook sighs heavily as he lifts Seokjin out of the way, leaving Taehyung to run into the backyard while you pause to kiss Jungkook’s cheek and run outside with your basket.

A few moments later, Jungkook is at your side with his basket.

Namjoon and Jimin are already rolling around on the grass fighting for a green plastic egg, while Dae follows a barking Luna around with a filled basket and a second for backup.

Taehyung has stolen the eggs from Jimin’s basket, cackling as he heads for Seokjin. You watch from afar as Tae cracks an egg filled with flour on Seokjin’s head and laughs as he runs away.

“Don’t you dare!” Hoseok growls as Taehyung heads for him but changes direction to aim for Jungkook. You run in the opposite direction, catching up to Yoongi as he finishes his drink and crawls along the grass into some bushes to grab a handful of colorful eggs.

“These are mine!” Yoongi hisses as you approach. You flip him off and run alongside Luna and Dae.

“I’d look over there by the rose bushes,” Dae hints before Luna nudges him with her head to go in the opposite direction.

You take Dae’s advice and head for the rose bushes, mindful of thorns as you pull out a giant pink egg and toss it in the basket with the others.

Jungkook catches up to you, his hand on your waist as you pause to rest. Chaos is still unfolding in the backyard as Jimin tackles Hoseok to the ground and Seokjin has Namjoon and Taehyung in headlocks.

“Wow! Easter gets competitive around here, huh?” you ask as you watch in awe as Hoseok gets the upper hand and cracks a flour egg on Jimin’s head.

Sarai and Seojun chat with Aera and Grandmother Jeon, their baskets filled with eggs and treats.

You look down at your basket, noting you can squeeze in a few more eggs before calling it quits.

“It does,” Jungkook finally answers as he inspects your basket. “Looks like you did pretty well for your first Jeon Easter.”

“I got quite the haul, babe,” you grin as you lift your basket proudly for him to inspect.

“I’d keep that pink egg close,” Jungkook warns as he laces his fingers with yours. “Let’s go!”

You don’t get to ask why as Namjoon, Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi are charging towards you.

“Shit!” you screech as you try to keep up with Jungkook.

“Get to Grandmother Jeon,” He instructs as he lets go of your hand and runs toward your friends. You take off, arriving moments later as Minji makes you sit beside her while Jungkook wrestles Seokjin to the ground and all your friends fall on top of the two, baskets soon forgotten.

“Ooh, you got the pink egg. Open it,” Minji encourages as she takes the egg from your basket. You open it as instructed and see a check for $500 sitting inside. Minji takes the check, signs it, fills out your name, and hands it back to you.

“There you go.”

Aera rises from her seat, as she announces the hunt is over.

Dae and Luna sit near Minji, opening eggs to reveal dog treats of different flavors.

You pocket the check and head to Jungkook, cracking eggs filled with confetti on all their heads as you chase each other around the yard until you’re too tired to continue.

The eight of you lay in a circle on the grass, watching the clouds roll by in the afternoon sky. It’s been a wonderful weekend and you’re sad to see it end but you know there will be more ahead with all of them.

Jungkook rolls on his side to look at you, a smile on his lips. “I love you. Thank you for coming home with me, Darling.”

You lace your fingers with him, gently kissing his lips. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

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1lenii · 10 months

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Fuck them kids

Miles (G) Morales x F!Reader

⚠️⚠️⚠️THE SONG IS FOR SATIRE PURPOSES⚠️⚠️⚠️

The classic, don’t underestimate me cs I’m a girl

As you know, bonding time with miles as he proves “Fuck these kids, that’s 4ever the moto” - Kali

⚠️cursing, degrading means against children, bullying if you wanna call it that, mentions of violence(only for the game and physical irl)

For the sake of decency these middle schoolers are in 8th grade and miles and (Y/N) are sophomores

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“Fuck you and your dead rat dumbass, where your mom at”

(Y/N) peeps her head from the crack of her boyfriends room, as he yelling more than normal at his game.

“Oh yea?? What you gonna do go cry about it?”

(Y/N) heard murmuring from the other side of the headset that’s seemed to respond in a more ruder tone then last time,

through the headset that rested atop of Miles head leaving a dent in the half that had his Afro and sitting perfectly on the side that had 2 braids

(Basically half out and other half braided; with a hair pick from more visual representation)

‘Seems he got distracted while doing his hair again’ (Y/N) mentally notes, and imaginary sweat drop forming next to her eye brow

“Uh Miles..”

“What.”

“Are those the same middle schoolers from down the block?”

“No..”

The uncertainty of Miles tone gave it away, (Y/N) open the door even more allowing her body access to the room, positioning her self behind Miles gaming chair

“Don’t you think you should be nicer?”

“Nice? When was that a option for you” Miles side eyes you before returning back to the aggressive violation that is shooting

(Y/N) slightly gasps, putting a hand to her chest for effect while pouting

“I’m nice”

“When you want to be”

“I guess, you should still be nicer to them, there only in middle school after all”

“Nu uh ma, fuck these kids” Miles says through the headset noise, violently pressing at his controller

“Papi you can’t be violating kids because they shooting better or whatever it they’re doing” (Y/N) says not being able to contain her laugh

“Como esto es un chiste, why don’t you come play” he’s say taking off his headset and gesturing it towards you, raising a eyebrow in the process

(Y/N) takes the invitation taking the headset and adjusting the muffs to fit her head, Miles pulls her by the waist adjusting her so she sit right on his lap, passing her the controller

“AiI Ma I taught you the basics not to long ago, do your best”

“You talking knowing damn well I’m better then you”

“Not true”

“Keep dreaming pretty boy”

*initiate operating: the mic is now on*

(For my sake a yours I’ll change of the writing style)

Kid 3: Yooo miles you back? I was getting tired of cooking you

(Y/N): oh were you really?

Kid 2: whoa.. who you?

(Y/N): his girlfriend ya kids clueless

Kid 1: booo I got a girl for a teammate wtf

Kid 2: must suck LMAO

Kid 3: don’t worry girly I’ll make sure you the one ending up clueless

(Y/N) just laughs along with Miles who whispers ‘watch yaself’ into the mic

Few minutes into the game and (Y/N) already gotten 20 points for her team

Kid 1: woah I didn’t know your that good

Kid 2: don’t praise her the game ain’t over dickhead

*the game has now ended, with a score of 15 to 62 Miles/Kid1 Wins*

The In game announcer announces as (Y/N) cracks her fingers, “and that’s how’s it’s done little boys, before ya go assuming ya better then a girl, humble yourself maybe you’ll get a girl after”

Kid 3 gf: uhhh who are you talking about little girl watch who you talk to

This random girl appears on the mic, sounding sassy like almost irking (Y/N)

“Don’t test me, who you calling little girl” (Y/N) says with a sadistic smile

“You, what are you deaf, it’s on sight when I see you, don’t talk to my man again”

And with that the girl left the call for kid 3

“Can’t wait to see how that pans out” Miles laughs into your back hugging at your waist

“That little bitch trying” (Y/N) says with the same smile

“It’s fuck them kids right?”

(Y/N) sighs leaving the conversation open for further and future elaborations

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It’s been three days since that game, (Y/N)

Has been chilling knowing she would get touched ‘obviously their empty threats’ (Y/N) deadpanned

While walking the block she catches up with Miles who HAS FINALLY DONE HIS HAIR, was in front of 2 kids around his height and girl

“Ohoho look who decided to show up”

(Y/N) analyzes all of them, “who are you?”

“Better remember me little girl”

“I’m not so little if you looking up to me😭 it’s was on sight, right? I’m waiting and make this quick” (Y/N) dropping her bag food over to Miles, who was literally un phased knowing how this was about play out

“Oh fo’real? Ii girl if you says so” the girl from the match 3 days ago, rolls up her sleeves already swinging

(Y/N) dodge dragging Miles by the hand leaving them behind

The girl fell flat on her face with her bf attending to her

While the other kids said ‘hey!’ And a bunch of other things to retaliate too

(Making this cliche bare with me)

(Y/N) and Miles walk further and deeper into the street into the fading color of the sunset hitting the streets and the buildings with in

“Miles, fuck them kids”

Miles chuckles leaning in to kiss the top of her head, smiling shortly after

“Fuck them kids”

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holdmytesseract · 10 months

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About Time

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You have important news to tell your best friends...

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 573

a/n: Yep, you read that right... girlfriend!reader! 😱 This is just a small drabble, announcing what is hopefully to come in the next few weeks/months... 👀😊

Baby Fever Crew: @lokisgoodgirl @km-ffluv @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @chennqingg @lokiforever @anukulee

Peeps, who I think might be interested... @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @smolvenger ☺️

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

You were literally running down the hallway towards the Avengers common living room, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Although, running was perhaps the wrong term. Rather walking fast, with a happy spring in your step. Without hesitation, you stormed inside the large room, in which Natasha, Wanda and Pepper sat on the big sofa, watching a movie on girl's night. The plan was to join them, but your boyfriend kinda crossed that plan…

You were so excited and fast, that you almost crashed into the door frame, but made it to stop yourself mere inches before the impact. "Giiiiirls!" You yelled; announcing your presence. You could see how your friends flinched at the sudden, shrill voice calling them out, before three heads snapped into your direction. Six pairs of eyes staring at you in surprise. "He did it! HE DID IT!" You screamed from the top of your lungs, probably waking everyone who lived in this big building. Natasha's eyes widened, as she caught up immediately to your words. "He did IT?" You nodded quickly and started to jump up and down in sheer endless happiness. "Yes!" A high-pitched squeal left the spy's lips, "О мой Гош! Наконец-то! (Oh my gosh! Finally!)" before she stood up from the sofa and made her way quickly over to you, to pull you into a bone crushing hug.

"I thought he was never going to do it," said Natasha. "Honestly, sweetie, I was moments away from asking him if he lost his balls during the time he spent here on earth." You couldn't help but to laugh at your friend's words. "Right, Nat!? It was about time Loki finally proposed," stated Pepper. "I couldn't agree more." Wanda had the same opinion. "Did he ask you on your date tonight?" You nodded at the Russian beauty. "Yep!" "At the lake?" "At the lake." "Uhhh!" Pepper wiggled her eyebrows. "With a picnic?!" You nodded once more, signalling Tony's wife that she was right. "With a picnic!" "And stargazing?!" Wanda asked, giddily. "Mhm! And stargazing!" "Eeeep!" All of them squealed, clapping their hands, behaving like teenage school girls. But hence, you weren't better.

Pepper and Wanda were still quite a bit confused; didn't catch up as fast as Natasha to what was going on. "What?" Intervened Pepper curiously. "Loki did what???" You let go of Nat and beamed at your other friends.

Lifting your hand, you showed them a silver ring with a green emerald, which sparkled on your ring finger. "He proposed! He PROPOSED!" Realisation dawned on Pepper and Wanda now as well. "Oh.My.Freaking.Gosh!" "You're getting married?!" Wanda exclaimed excitedly. "I.AM.GETTING.MARRIED!" The blonde- and brown-haired women squeaked and cheered happily and stood up in order to run over to you and literally over run you with hugs and congratulations. You giggled with them; drunk on happiness.

"So it was exactly how you dreamed it would be?" Pepper couldn't help but to ask. "Yes. It absolutely was! He conjured the ring from the stars, can you believe that?! It was perfect..." You answered, sighing dreamy. "Wow..." Natasha smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mister Mischief is really following through with this, huh?" "Yeah... He really means it. Loki truly loves me. Just like I love him." "Awww," Pepper cooed, literally having heart eyes by now. Wanda giggled and wrapped her arms around yours and Natasha's waist. "Girls, we have a wedding to prepare." Your two other friends agreed. "Oh, we absolutely do!"

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki

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sc0tters · 6 months

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Sometimes Ain’t Enough | Joel Hofer

summary: when Joel’s desires to protect your relationship almost causes it to end.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing.

word count: 1.29k

authors note: just like that the goalie dedication is over! To those who wanted it and loved it thank you, and to those who are looking forward to regular content again you’ll see it tomorrow!

Being Don Granato’s kid was meant to come with its privileges.

Sure you were brought to events that you could have only ever dreamed about as a kid and you wouldn’t have met Joel without your dad. But somehow not being able to tell anyone about your boyfriend made you want to scream from the rooftops.

At the beginning you thought you wouldn’t mind, in a way hiding him in your bedroom when your dad came to visit in the mornings. The thrill of only being allowed to mark him in places that couldn’t be seen instilled you with a level of power that you never thought was possible.

But after six months of this and not being able to even offer a peep of who you were seeing to any of your friends, it was causing this fairytale to turn into a nightmare. You did love your boyfriend but now you were feeling like his side piece rather than his partner.

Even the boys teased Joel as they couldn’t understand how the man was still single. Yet as he failed to mention that there was a girl he went home to, you struggled to bite your tongue and not let it get to you.

But tonight as you both hung out with the team your patience was spread thin watching him talk to one of the girls that had been in the bar “you know if you like him that much you should just tell him.” Owen announced leaning against the table as he snapped his fingers in front of your face to break the glare you were sending Joel.

It should have made you laugh but instead it frustrated you “I don’t think he’d care for that statement.” You sighed stirring your straw in your drink “he’s not one for caring about what I think.” You added not wanting to think about the many arguments that came from you thinking Joel didn’t respect you.

You sighed wanting to pull the hair out of your hair as Joel’s fingertips clenched around the kitchen counter “I can’t pretend anymore Joel.” You mumbled looking at the ground causing him to walk around to where you sat “baby.” His hands were soft as he cupped your cheeks.

Joel had always been taller than you but as you were on the bar stool he was closer to you than normal “I love you, you know that right?” He asked as you let your thumb brush over his waist when you nodded “then just trust me and accept that this isn’t the right time to tell people.” Joel had just gotten back into your fathers good books and he didn’t think that announcing that you were the girl in his bed was going to do him any good at the moment.

Just like normal you accepted defeat, maybe even a little too quick for anyone’s liking “I guess you’re right.” Your voice was soft as he kissed your head “thanks for being so understanding.” Each time Joel described you as understanding and before you did agree with him.

But now you felt stupid and hopeless as you stared at your boyfriend who had barely spoken to you that night “look if you’re really that upset we can go.” Owen quickly became your friend when you two were introduced to each other. He knew everything about you besides for just what Joel was to you “maybe it’s for the best.” you mumbled nodding as Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

It didn’t take Joel long to notice how you hid under your friends arms “I’ll be right back.” Joel didn’t even wait for the people he was having a conversation with to respond as he walked off trying to be hot on your tails.

The air in Buffalo was humid as it made the change from summer to fall as some of the trees saw their leaves beginning to turn crispy “y/n you’re leaving?” Joel called out letting the bar door shut behind him “didn’t think you’d care.” The venom in your voice told Owen that he was missing something in this conversation.

Owen frowned standing to the side “it’s not my fault you didn’t want to talk to those guys.” Joel shot back causing the umich alumni to awkwardly clear his throat “I’ll wait inside for you.” He pointed to the door as you nodded “you see what you did!” You complained pointing to the shutting door.

Joel laughed as he crossed his arms “you think I’m gonna give a fuck scaring your boy toy off?” With each word he took a step closer to you as you took one back until your back was pressed up against a car and suddenly the distance between you both was gone.

His hands gripped at your waist “Owen has a name and he’s not my boy toy!” You hated how Joel seemed to be enjoying this as he smirked “so what is he then?” Whatever Joel was hinting to irritated you as it caused you to reach up and hit him.

Your hand as stopped as his goalie reflexives came into favour as it worked for him “he’s my friend who kept me company because you were a little busy.” You pressed your finger into his chest.

Honestly you were close to blaming the alcohol for how angry you were but you knew that he root cause was the man in front of you “would have dropped it for you.” Those words were true as Joel had missed you during the night.

But the idea of walking over to you as you wore a pretty red dress only made him want to rip it off of your body, only resulting in the outcome of you two getting caught so instead he stayed away “do you even actually want to be my boyfriend?” The words let your mouth quicker than you could have thought about the gravity that held.

It made Joel stare at you in silence almost a little surprise that you had it in you to ask him that “because beyond the walls of my apartment-” Joel cut you off pressing his lips against yours. He tugged his fingers through your hair as he let his frustrations out on your lips.

His tongue traced over your lower lip making you whine “you’re. so. fucking. addictive.” With each word Joel pecked your lips making you melt in his touch further “you don’t act like that though.” You frowned as the goalie let his hands rest on your shoulders.

Frustration filled his mind as Joel clicked his tongue “you think that this is easy for me?” He sighed letting his fingers pinch at your jaw “almost told your dad you were the reason I was late to practice last week.” Joel’s confession made your cheeks turn red as you remembered convincing him to join you in the shower before he had practice.

As a breeze brushed past you both you whined “let’s go home baby.” He pleaded squeezing your hand as the flannel he was wearing quickly dropped from his body wrapping over your shoulders instead “and tomorrow when you get coffee with your dad tell him about us.” Those words made your eyes light up as you gasped.

He smiled seeing the improvement in your mood “you really mean that?” Your grin had your lower lip getting caught between your teeth “yeah baby.” Joel nodded letting his arm wrap around your shoulders “bout time the world sees who you are to me.” He explained kissing your head as you two walked back down the street to the car.

#ambers goalie dedication #joel hofer imagines #imagines #oneshots #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #joel hofer #amber writes fics

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

Characters. Kazuha, GN! Reader.

Synopsis. Only when you're invloved that Kaedehara kazuha can show a few things that he's usually not—like possessiveness for example.

Fluff, jealous Kazuha

Inspired by this. (With permission) Check this, it's soo cute.

Mentions of "Beautiful", and Kazu's jealous of a man.

NOT PROOF READ!!!

Saw this pictures from Mei_xxy! on tiktok and thought, I want a whole scenario with jealous Kazuha. Kazuha babyyy be home next patch alrightt? And also, 500+ followers 😳 Thank you for reading my trashes peeps. You make me happy!

“Ahh, the wind is telling me that we ar—”

“Kazuha if you don’t shut up, I swear I’m going to throw you out in the sea.”

The gentle lad sighed at his crewmate’s outburst—he can’t blame him though; he had been pestering him about just how far more it would take before the Crux reach Liyue for the past three hours now. He can’t help it you know; he misses you so much and for him, it’s nothing but agonizing.

Dragging his feet up the crow’s nest where he plans to spend the rest of the day before he can see you again, his heart sinking even further at the thought that it wouldn’t be any time soon. He drifts into a light slumber, begging for his dreams to about his beloved.

“Kazuhaa!” Beidou’s shout wake him from sleep, eyes fluttering open and somehow, sleepiness’ still vivid in the way he lazily closed them again. That is, until the captain announced their arrival at the land of Geo. A flash of silver plunged as he jumped from the Crow’s nest, his ever-calm face now adorned with giddiness. “Captain! I’m gonna go see (name)!” and he’s gone even before Beidou could wish him a safe trip. The wandering samurai can’t wait to be home.

The streets of Liyue’s still as busy as ever. Usually, he would stay away from rowdy environment. The excitement and chaos clashing in his calm demeanor, but right now, the idea of melting in your hands just seems stronger than any uncomfortable conditions. The image of him planting his face into your presence brought a serene smile into his porcelain face—really, only can bring out this side of him.

His eyes darted forward; he wants to buy something from Wanmin to bring with him for you. And that’s when he sees you, as dazzling and beautiful as ever—and…him. You’re talking with a man so happily, present as you exchange words that is inaudible to his ears. A frown decorates Kazuha’s face as an unfamiliar emotion tugged at his gentle heart. His feet move towards your direction, hoping to gain your attention. Surely you will be more excited and happier to see him than to talk with this guy, right? But his advances are drowned in the noise of the crowd, and probably because you and your companion are facing the restaurant, thus he remained unnoticed.

He cleared his throat, hoping once again trying to snatch your gaze. No avail.

His lips quivered. Come oon, your boyfriend’s here you know!

“Hello, Sir…” He trailed off, eyes drooped and an annoyed expression resting on his face. He wasn’t always like this, but he hadn’t seen you for days and now it looks like you’re not in love with him anymore (I live for dramatic Anemo boys supremacy. Regardless if it’s the ever so collected Kaedehara kazuha).

It even sends him in more turmoil as the man you’re talking to doesn’t listen when he called him out. The guy left him no choice. He huffed exaggeratedly as he caged your form between his strong arms, earning a cute squeak from you.

He looked over your shoulders and glared at the man, “Excuse me. They’re my partner, return them to me now please.” Before burying his red face in the crook of your neck. You understand right away what’s happening, your hands finding its way to your lover’s silver locks. A soft, gentle laugh escapes your lips.

“Kazuha, he’s my brother”

“What?”

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destinyc1020 · 4 months

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The fact that she didn’t deny it on that live but just said that’s not how she’d announce it was suspect to me 😂

That's always been sus to me too Anon lol 😂

But the most SUS thing of all to was back in 2021 when in her "Dune" press tour with Timmy, there was an interview where they were asking her a question, and she responded with: "calling my mom, my FFFFF....family, my my my...." ROTFL 😂

And then, Timmy's in the background like:

Peep the receipts girl!!! LOL (FF to Min. 3:07) 🤭

We all know Tom was on her mind with that question, but she didn't wanna say his name lol, so she started stuttering lol. 🤭 Ahhh....I can't wait to see what gems we'll get during the "Dune: Part 2" and "Challengers" press tour lol 😅

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whoopsmorewhump · 4 months

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It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay' (platonic stobin fic)

Robin and Steve feel each other’s pain more than they’ll admit, even to each other. From Whumptober day 30, “It’s okay just to say I’m not okay” bridal carry; plus, another lovely prompt from pearlravenlapis (not quoted here, as it gives too much plot away!)

Rated T; no warnings; Also on AO3.

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The day had started more than okay.

This adorable girl rocked up at Scoops, with the latest issue of “UFO Reality” tucked under her arm. Robin blurted: “You read it yet? The story on alien skulls inscribed with teeny, snack-sized messages from Elvis totally slayed me dead.”

Dream-girl’s shy smile turned Robin’s knees to jello.

She introduced herself as Maud, and they chatted UFOs for the next forever. Right until a square-jawed, smug-as-hell knucklehead loped into the store, and Maud announced he was her boyfriend.

Now, Robin watched her latest unrequited crush sharing a Strawberry Sundae Extra with her excruciatingly not-worthy-of-her date.

“Seriously, Robin,” said Steve, levelling at her shoulder. “I’ve seen more electricity between a pair of squashed ants. They’re not even talking.”

Robin wasn’t in the mood for chirpy delusion: “That’s because they’re mainlining ice-cream, Steve.”

“She’s hardly stuffing her face. She couldn’t stop blabbering with you.”

Unable to endure the sight any longer, Robin swung her attention onto him. He was chewing on… Hmmm, to be fair, that was only his first banana of the day. Unusual. He dumped half of it, uneaten, on the hatch.

“Did she even actually wanna talk to me?” wondered Robin out loud. “I honestly can’t remember if she got a word in edgeways. You know how it is, when I can’t stop talking. It’s a fault, believe me I know—"

“You were fine. You said stuff. Maud said stuff back. And it’s not a fault—your mom spouts nasty bullshit, you should accept that. My point is, that girl you like totally—”

“—hates me.” Robin sighed.

“No. She’s probably confused.” He sniffed, pushed his hair from his brow. “She should dump that moron’s ass. Who hangs out in an ice-cream joint when it's this damn cold? It’s practically snowing out there."

"It's not cold in here, Steve.”

“It’s goddamn freezing! I mean, it’s this stoopid outfit—what fascist dictator makes their staff wear shorts in winter?”

“Stopped caring. I'm too institutionalised into looking like a dweeb.” She peeped back, to where Maud spooned a cherry into that jack-ass jock’s cakehole. Argh! She wanted to scream. Instead, she mumbled: “Shit-birds, do you think Maud thinks I'm a dweeb?”

“Jesus, how many times? Look, she reads dweeby UFO mags. So do you! Beyond that, I’m not an alien mind-probe, so quit bugging me already.” She gawked at him—wtf? He skittered his fingers over his eyes, groaned. “Sorry. This stupid cold is making me cranky. I honestly reckon Maud liked you. It’s just—”

“—horribly, insanely, eternally complicated?” Her fists clenched so tight her fingernails gouged her palms. On top of it all, she’d suddenly gotten this anxious dread, churning in her gut. Huh? Go figure. “I guess I’ll just keep smiling through. See my customer service smile?”

She bared her teeth maniacally.

“Remind me to get a mask of that for Halloween.”

“That bad, huh?”

He smiled, kinda pensively. “Nah. If I was a babe into babes, I’d still be battering down your door.”

She wanted to hug him then—despite his germs, which she was kinda grateful she hadn’t caught. Yet. A bratty little mall rat clanged on the bell, Steve hurried off to serve, and Robin continued feeling really, really shit. Right up until he caught her in the backroom, dabbing runny eyeliner with her knuckles.

She turned her back on him. Habit, really.

“Hey.” His hand landed softly on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

“Nothing new.” It’s her turn to sniffle.

“Look, I’m sorry I chewed your head off."

“You apologised already, Steve.”

“I’m apologising again. For the whole goddamn human race. I mean, I totally get your thing with UFOs, because, honestly, you deserve another planet. A better one. Worse thing is, I used to think like the dumbest dumbass in this world of crazy, till I met you, and now… Look, things will be better for you someday, because nobody deserves it more. Till then, I know it sounds cliché, but I’m here for you, and I guess… I dunno, when you have this much bullshit to put up with, it's okay just to say you’re not okay sometimes.”

She flung his arms around him and sobbed noisily into his shoulder. He patted her back, then rubbed soothing circles, and she sobbed even harder. She didn’t really know why she was crying. Yeah, what he said touched her deeply. But she’d never been a random public crier, today’s flop was nothing out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t even blame her monthly cycle… Uuuurgh.

She lifted her face, sniffed hard, grimaced. “I made your uniform all soggy.”

“No sweat. I dig your snot.” His sarcasm dropped off: “Any better?”

She shrugged. Superficially, yes, she felt less doom-y. Her catastrophic life remained just that, however, and that weird unfocussed dread loomed ever larger.

He reached into his pocket, brought out a paper napkin. “It’s clean, honest. Although I guess the cost of that hug was probably catching my cold, so who cares, huh?”

“I care.” Ew! “And yeah, that had occurred.” She still couldn’t quite bring herself to regret the hug. However much she hated them with anybody else, she had to admit that it’d released happy chemicals. She blew her nose noisily. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Uh, you’ll probably need another for the eyeliner. There’s black goop, like, everywhere.”

She whipped out a powder compact with a mirror. Oh yeah. She’d gone for the full-on Joker look. Possibly, this was why she averted her despairing attention and started scrutinising Steve.

“Steve, are you okay? You look kinda—”

“—terminally dweeby? Or terminally dweeby and totally wrecked?” Catching his own reflection in the little mirror, he dabbed his slightly-less-buoyant-than-usual hair back into place.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a bit peaky.”

“It’s just this stupid cold. Plus, the crappy lighting in this dump. Seriously, sometimes guys need make-up too.”

She used her mirror to stare at him harder than herself now. Yeah, he looked pale, the shadows around his eyes nearly as shouty as her make-up malfunction. She snapped the mirror closed, spiralled back to face him.

“Steve, something else is wrong, isn’t it?”

“Woah! You’re, like, witchy when you do that, right?”

“Witchy?”

“Okay, maybe a bit psychic.”

“Alien brain-probe-y?”

“Yeah, that too. I mean, I figured I didn’t want to bother you, but…” He threw his hands up in surrender. “Let's just say my father has been extra cranky and disappointed in me lately, even by his short-tempered standards. That means extra shouty, and…” He rubbed his brow wearily. “Makes me feel even shitter about my life, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” She longed to pay back that hug, though even with Steve, she was too squirmy and inexperienced to initiate one. He left then, anyway, heading back out front.

They were both uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the day. He seemed exhausted, and smothered increasingly regular bouts of coughing. She wanted simply to get home, bypass her mom’s daily character assassination, and then sob and bitch to herself about life in general.

When she finally sank her face into the soon-to-be disgusting and soggy pillow, that feeling of dread overwhelmed her. She simply couldn’t stop worrying about Steve, to the point she felt ill. Which was ridiculous. After all, he was at the end of a phone line, right?

She snuck out past her mom—who was howling her butt off at some screamingly homophobic sit-com—and dialled Steve’s number. When his dad answered, she gritted her teeth, forced herself to be mega polite.

“Hi there, Mr Harrington. Sorry to disturb you. Is Steve there, please? It’s Robin.”

“Robin? Are you the latest girlfriend?”

“No,” she managed to grind out. “I’m the… friend-friend.”

“Don’t try to be cute.” Seriously, I wasn’t! “If you see him, tell him he owes me a thousand bucks.”

The line went dead. Robin dropped the phone, stared at it as it swung from its coiled wire. What just happened?

She went back to her room, sat down on the edge of her bed. If Steve wasn’t in, was he on a date? He hadn’t mentioned one. That said, given her eternal back-catalogue of disaster on the dating song-list—and her latest episode of moping—he probably didn’t want to upset her. She switched off her lamp, tried to sleep.

Impossible.

What his Dad said rankled, and made no sense anyhow. Why did Steve owe him a thousand bucks? That was a year's wages! Then again, Steve had mentioned something a while back about his tightwad parents charging him rent. It was probably what they’d been rowing over.

By the early hours of the morning, that sensation of dread had flourished to the point where she could no longer stand it. Sleep wasn’t happening, so she pulled on a warm coat and scarf, headed out, and grabbed her bike.

Once Henderson had gotten over the initial shock of her tapping on his window at four a.m., he considered her theory seriously enough: “You reckon his parents threw him out, and he’s sleeping rough somewhere,” he clarified, while he unlocked the wheel of his bike. “Why didn’t he tell us?”

“He can be kinda proud like that. Plus, I was having a beyond-horrible day.” She clutched her handlebars ever tighter. Steve hadn’t needed to tell her, anyhow. She’d known, and her anxieties flurried toward panic. He’d been getting up sick, right? As her clouding breath confirmed, tonight was bonkers cold.

Dustin jammed his woolly hat down over his ears. “Right. If you were sleeping rough in Hawkins, where would you go?”

They tried the bus station, the shop fronts on Main Street, even the High School outbuildings. They wound up outside the police station, debating about whether to go in.

“Nobody will take us seriously,” pointed out Dustin. “I mean, he’s not technically missing. We don’t have any evidence that he’s not at home in his bed, comfortably snoring, while we’ve been cycling around freezing our faces off.”

“He’s not,” said Robin, and creepily—witchily? —she’d rarely been more convinced of anything in her life. “He’s in trouble. I know it.”

“Seeing as we’ve looked, basically, everywhere, I’m going to need something a bit more scientific than that.”

“We’ve barely started!” protested Robin, as a police wagon drew up beside. Chief Hopper got out, bleary eyed and with a cigarette hanging from one side of his mouth.

“God, that was a wasted call-out,” he muttered, then, belatedly absorbing who they were, said: “What the heck are you two doing here?”

“Being total idiots!” said Robin, so loudly even the Chief baulked. “It’s so obvious! Why didn’t I think of it before?”

Hopper looked crankier. Dustin gesticulated wildly with his thickly mittened hands: “What!?!”

“His car! His dad said something like, ‘Steve owes me a thousand bucks.’ That’s about the value of his car, right?”

“Steve Harrington?” asked Hopper. “Yeah. Kid’s got a nice set of wheels. Anybody gonna enlighten me what you’re doing here at this godforsaken hour?”

“Steve’s been sleeping rough,” said Robin. “In his car.”

“What? Last night?” Hopper frowned. “Temperatures have been sub-zero.”

“Yeah, we know,” mumbled Dustin. “We also don’t actually know for sure that Steve isn’t home, and this isn’t all in her he—"

“It’s not in my head, Henderson. He’s out there. Chief, you’ve got to help us find him.”

Hopper wearily stubbed out his cigarette, swung open the passenger door. “Get in.”

***

Shivering hurt. His teeth hurt from chattering. As the night got colder, Steve curled up in the backseat of his car and discovered everything hurt.

He never knew cold could feel like this, like how his gran used to describe it—creeping through his veins and into the marrow of his bones. Whatever the heck that was. He was wearing, literally, all his clothes. What the hell else could he do?

He'd used the heater the previous two nights, since he’d taken off from his parents’, basically homeless. Now he was out of gas, and there was no chance of getting a refill can till next payday so…

He curled even tighter, wrapping his arms around himself. Like a hug. He recalled how he and Robin had hugged earlier, how he’d felt better after that, about… everything. Which was stupid. Because it’d solved nothing for either of them. He faintly hoped he hadn’t given Robin his germs. If they even were germs. Who needed germs, when you were this damn freezing?

At length, his fingers and toes stopped hurting and turned numb. Then, at last, he sensed some warmth. Which was weird, but then again, he felt increasingly weird—his skin kinda prickly as if he sweated, then suddenly, he was way too hot. Which was totally nuts, and confusing, but he’d take it. He shrugged off his blanket, which slid into the footwell. He might have removed his scarf, which was getting suffocating, but he was too damn tired.

He slept, shallowly, and the darkness beneath his eyelids grew pitted with white. It wasn’t like snow. Nothing was that yielding or soft. He hadn't the strength left to rub his eyes. He threw all his effort into his next, shallow, whistling breath, and… Christ! It suddenly made sense. He could see his lungs, right? Which was insane, but his fevered little mind saw it anyhow. They seemed all brittle, lined with scratchy glass, scraping and tearing with every breath, until...

An ice-toothed gale blasted him sidelong. Robin's scared face veered up in front of him. Uh, he’s definitely hallucinating, right? Nobody knew he was here; nobody should know. He needed her, though. Kinda figured he’d die here without her, and then… he was just plain scared.

He closed his eyes. Too much. Waaaay too much. And, shit, maybe that wasn’t Robin. Maybe it was her aliens, and those were lights from a spaceship—a UFO?

Somebody—some thing —slid an arm around his shoulder, another under his knees. He was scooped up, and felt the sensation of being carried. His stomach performed a feeble flip. Am I dying? Am I dead? Or am I zooming to another planet!?!

Then nothing. Until…

His lungs still felt too tight. He was lying somewhere warm and soft, however, and the air didn't burn or freeze, nor make him prickle and sweat. In fact, it was kinda soothing and sweet, though it still proved a struggle to get enough.

Somebody squeezed his hand. Somebody or thing was holding his hand! Aliens? If so, why wasn’t he freaking out? He pried his too-sleepy eyelids open. Robin!

"Steve!" She smiled and gave him another squeeze. There was a plastic mask over his mouth and nose, and he lifted a hand to bat it away. She stopped him, settled the mask again. “I’d leave that, it’s the oxygen. You’re okay now. You’re gonna be just fine.”

He tried to talk, though speech wasn’t happening. Just an embarrassing croak. Her make-up was smudged again. He almost forced his dry lips into a smirk. He must look worse, but with Robin, that’s okay.

A nurse turned up, checking his pulse, and the oxygen machine, fluffing the pillows. She talked, but he was too sleepy to listen. Robin bobbed up again, working her face strangely, and he couldn’t read whether she was about to laugh or cry:

"Look, Steve,” she burst out, “yeah, it's okay to not be okay. Next time, can you please be more specific about EXACTLY HOW NOT OKAY YOU ARE."

"Okay," he wheezed, and she started up talking again. Her voice soothed him, even though he was too far gone to listen.

He isn’t okay. He feels weak and jittery and everything aches.

From this new all-time low, he can’t even start to think about what his future might hold without wanting to yell. Which he can't even do! But her, and their friendship—it’s good. Which was probably why, even now, he’s feeling her pain again, just as strong as his. He hated how she suffered every single day, keeping her hopes and dreams a secret. Jesus, whatever hurt her, hurt him, too. And he was stupidly grateful for that, which made no sense either.

Perhaps he should tell her, when he’d gotten his voice back? Before or after he’d thanked her for having somehow saved his life. Or perhaps that would sound crazy and a bit creepy. Or witchy and physic? Huh, hadn’t he accused her of that earlier?

Listening to her talking, he ebbed and sank into somewhere safer and warm.

****

Part of this fic series (whump, platonic stobin & steddie fic)

#stobin fic #stranger things #stobin fanfic #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve harrington whump #i love them #whumptober2023 #stobin #platonic with a capital p #steve & robin

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rose-riot-johnson · 6 months

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hello again! asking for another x reader, featuring hisagi! once again up to you if you want to make it sfw or nsfw hehe

Hi😃I just saw your request😃👍 Things were busy earlier, however since I saw your request I will definitely write another Shuhei Hisagi fanfic😁👍 I honestly wanted to write another fanfic about him as the staring character😁👍 I'm thinking maybe a fanfic with Shuhei who was picked, as a new wedding planner 🍾👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️💘

💘Your Crush Becomes The Wedding Planner💘(Shuhei Hisagi x (Any Gender Reader)

Genres: SFW, Mutual Confession, Light Hearted Fluff

Your mom and stepdad had announced to you that they have a new wedding planner, as they fired the previous wedding planner, because whenever they request something they like for their dream wedding, the previous wedding planner either does the exact opposite or controls everything to the point where they felt very uncomfortable and disrespected. So your mom and stepdad decided to pick the new wedding planner...

The new wedding planner is non other than, Shuhei Hisagi, who happens to be your crush...

You were surprised that your mom and stepdad picked him out, as a new wedding planner, however he does seem like he wanted to impress them somehow...

One day Shuhei asked for your help as he explained, "Your mom and stepdad told me they will pay me, if I did become the wedding planner and I think they seem desperate with finding atleast someone who won't ruin their wedding, while being the wedding planner... It's not that I'm in it for the money... I just needed extra pay, because of my situation with paying for my hobbies and food, even tough, I'm a squad 9 lieutenant of the Gotei 13 of the soul society and I really wanted to impress your mom and stepdad, since they're counting on me to take care of the wedding plans of their wedding dreams... I really felt bad for them empathetically, so I must confess... I really liked you very much and I wasn't sure how to tell you this... Anyways will you help me with your mom's and stepdad's wedding, (Any Gender Reader)? I will do anything... Please, help.?".

You began to realize that he was nervous about his situation and you're surprised he had a crush on you, too. So you knew what to do, as you replied, "Ofcourse I will help you, Shuhei... And since I have feelings for you too, I have an offer... Would you like to have a relationship with me?.".

Shuhei was surprised about what you said and asked, as he then answered, "Considering we have mutual feelings for eachother, ofcourse I will be your boyfriend... And thank you for wanting to help me with the wedding, (Any Gender Reader)...", proceeding to blush afterwards.

You then kissed Shuhei on the right side of his facial cheeks, as you then said, "You're welcome anytime, cutie...", which made him house more, as you then continued, "I'm alway more than happy to help you with anything you need, Shuhei.".

You helped Shuhei with the wedding plans to ensure your mom's and stepdad's wedding dreams come true.

When the day of your mom's and stepdad's wedding came, the wedding turned out much better than your mom and stepdad ever wanted, as your mom and stepdad felt like they're in paradise all because of how both you and Shuhei set up their wedding...

Eversince after your mom's and stepdad's wedding, both you and Shuhei Hisagi have been officially in a relationship and even started living together... It's like everything turned out better than the both of you could ever dream of...

💘The End💘

I hope you enjoyed this SFW fanfic of Shuhei Hisagi as the wedding planner, my Tumblr Peeps... Sorry I haven't put alot for this fanfic, however this rare wedding planner ideas was something I really wanted to work on for a fanfic, which I felt Shuhei would be the perfect choice for writing wedding planner fanfic for the 1st time ever😁👍@fubukinorris I hope you enjoyed this fanfic with Shuhei as well😃👍 I figured with the wedding planner idea for Shuhei I figured I'd work on thus fanfic the SFW way😁👍I just really had my reasons to go with the wedding planner ideas and I'm really glad I got to work on another fanfic about Shuhei in it😃👍I hope every1 has a good day and/or night☀️🌕💘👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️🍾😁👍

#bleach #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #rose riot answers #request answered by rose riot johnson #shuhei x reader #bleach shuhei #hisagi shuhei #shuhei hisagi #mutual confession #light hearted fluff

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halfpintpeach · 6 months

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Sports, Balls

(Andreil, Rated E, 9.4k)

In the middle of the Minyard-Josten Rivalry, Neil is shocked when Andrew Minyard himself shows up to his team's practice. Not because it's Andrew, or because of the rivalry, but rather because Neil thought that his boyfriend wasn't arriving for a week.

Sneak Peek below the cut! Full is on my AO3!

Neil could feel his bag sliding off of his shoulder. He should probably care but there were more pressing matters at the moment. Namely, Andrew Minyard was standing in the lounge room with the Denver Puma’s coach. There were only a handful of other players from the team in the lounge, but all eyes were on Andrew. His reputation from college had followed him throughout his five years in the professional league.

Neil's bag finally slipped and landed on the floor with a dull thud. “What the fuck?” Eyes whipped around to him.

Andrew’s hazel eyes were darker in the interior lights of the lounge room, more brown than gold.

The coach pointed his clipboard at Neil. “Not a word, Josten.”

Ignoring that statement Neil looked at Andrew, opening his mouth ready to speak again when his vision was blocked by a thick shoulder and red hair.

Jodie sets a hand on Neil’s bicep pushing just slightly. “Let's go get changed out, yeah?”

Mind running too fast to process anything else, Neil nodded, following the other man into the locker room. Belatedly he realized he didn't grab his bag from the floor before Jodie held it out.

“You look like you've been through a war.” Jodie hummed as Neil took his sports bag.

Neil's fingers wrapped tightly around the fabric strap. “What?”

Jodie jerked his thumb back toward the door. “Minyard being here sure surprised you, huh? Coach didn't tell you?”

Neil shook his head. The coach and he hadn't had a conversation revolving around Andrew since Neil’s contract renewal a few months ago. He hadn't heard a peep about anything since. Andrew on the other hand had cared to share some information regarding his next moves but had casually forgotten to mention that he'd be arriving today . They'd called last night before Neil had fallen asleep to discuss their plans for next week. Neil had a long weekend off from practice, perfect for moving Andrew in and being able to spend hours in bed. New recruits to the team would be arriving then after signing announcements went out. He turned a glare back to the door—his apartment was a wreck and he'd planned to clean during the week before Andrew had arrived.

Jodie held up his hands, shifting to block Neil's view of the door. “Save the animosity for the court, dude.” He chuckled a bit. “But maybe don't attack our new goalie before the season.”

Neil's glare turned upwards to the laughing redhead. They were paired together often for photo shoots. Neil's own auburn hair had enough red in it to compliment Jodie's. They both were starting strikers and already a team on the court. With someone he knew could check him into a wall with no remorse blocking the door, Neil turned and went to his locker.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #andreil fanfic #pint writes

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vlovers19 · 5 months

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The only thing about Vmin that has never made sense to me if they are a couple, is why their personal friends don't intertwine. We have Wooga hanging out with Hobi and then we saw JK join Tae and Wooga out places and I hate to bring her up, but JN has been out with several Wooga members as well. Then we had several instances of Jk with Jimin and his friend group and Jimin with Jk's friend group. Even eating together on White Day, but not a peep with Vmin. At most Wooga talked about Jimin before, but not been seen publicly out together. Behind the scenes could be different. I just have a hard time thinking Vmin could be something serious, if their friends don't even interact. I tell myself maybe they do, but they also have to protect Vmin and don't wanna draw attention to them so they don't interact cause they aren't comfortable with their friends doing that, but are with others. I even said maybe there is a possibility they just don't know about Vmin, cause they've not told them. And I know people will say this is impossible, they'd have to know. No. The members could know cause these are people they lived together with and grew up with who knows everything about each other. But going out and publicly announcing to south korean men you are in a homosexual relationship with your bandmate, probably wouldn't get the awww how sweet is that, that people think. These men are raised to think its mental illness. Even young Tae himself thought that way, until he realized he fell in love with his best friend. So unless its one of these two reasons. Privacy or fear, I just don't see how Vmin could be lovers and their friends not interact. This is the only thing that ever gives me doubt. Not other members, not other people they are linked too, but this. Or am I overthinking?

I don't know how that's odd. He may not be comfortable with Taehyung's friends. He may not have things in common with them. Just because he's close to Taehyung doesn't mean he has to be best buddies with his friends. He's entitled to having his own business and doing his own thing. Park Bo Gum is one of Taehyung's oldest and closest friends but you don't see him interacting with Wooga squad. It's like he and Taehyung have their own thing. Also, I do know that Jimin used to hang out with Park Bo gum and Taehyung in the past. There was a time they all attended a concert with Jin.

Also, Taehyung is friends with Minho whom he acted Hwarang with. Minho comes from the same idol group Shinee with Taemin who is also friends with Jimin. Ha Sungwoon, Jimin's close friend and peak boy, Taehyung's friend and Wooga member also seem to be quite close to each other. Everything is all vibes.

I love my boyfriend but it doesn't mean I have to be best friends with his buddies. We may be on talking terms but we don't necessarily have to hang out. Sometimes, I would prefer to be on my own so they don't have to tattle tale about everything I do to my boyfriend. It's all vibes and people's personalities. As for the Jenny thing, I don't care about that. They could probably have just been a fan of hers and she them. Their paths have crossed and they simply greet eachother like how Jennie and Soobin of txt shared small talk at an event. If he was publicly close to Taehyung, it would be a completely different story.

Personally, I don't believe Taehyung hasn't introduced Jimin to his friends. He was always proud of showing Jimin off just like how he told the little girl who was in the On music video with him that Jimin was his best friend.

Or how he threatened to cut ties with his high school friends simply because they weren't speaking to Jimin.Jimin during one of his lives mentioned how selfish he is with the things he loves. He doesn't like to share so that tells you how private he is. Anyway, we know nothing about their lives so we can't assume Jimin isn't close with his friends. They may be on talking terms but not enough to make them hang out. Taehyung might choose to keep what he has with Jimin seperate from his friends for reasons best known to them. Anyway, that's that. Thanks for this ask.

#vmin #taehyung #bts #jimin #bts vmin

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Faithfully Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff ( for the most part), smut, heavy petting, Dom Eddie?, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex (however, reader is on birth control mentioned after intercourse), p in v intercourse, cursing. I think that’s all.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Author’s Note: I’m not really sure what possessed me to write this. FUN FACT: the theme of this prom in my story was actually my the theme of my mom’s junior prom in 1987 (close enough lol). I pulled from some of my personal prom experiences as well. I managed to pull this out in one night and I am shocked but I feel pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Would you guys want a second part about their graduation? Let me know. As always, I am taking requests. My inbox is open. I am working on a 2nd part to “Take Me Home Tonight”. Thank you guys so much.

“And don’t forget Hawkins High this Saturday is prom 1986 and the theme is Heaven on Earth. Remember to see Ms. Deskins for your tickets before heading home. As always, have a great weekend.”, the principal said over the announcements.

You shut your locker easily, looking around watching several of your classmates join hands with their significant others and walk past you. You found it pretty obvious what your boyfriend was doing after school. When he wasn’t playing with his band, Corroded Coffin, he was busy being the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club. His name? Eddie Munson. One of the most prominent outcasts of Hawkins High. You all had defied the rules of the social circle at your high school. You, being a band geek and straight A student and Eddie being well—Eddie the rule breaker. The bell had already rang and you knew where Eddie was.

His Hellfire club usually met in room 210, Mrs. Denver’s class room. You decided to truly go see if that’s where he was. And if you were a betting woman, you would bet on it. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders as you walked down the hallway, getting ready to hit the stairs. You were eager to see him even though you all had lunch period together. High school was still a very judgemental place, but with Eddie those things didn’t matter. Social circles. Popularity. None of that. Posters plastered the school walls reminding everyone prom was this weekend.

Prom was one of the biggest events of your senior year. Your junior prom was definitely not memorable. You’d rather forget it, if you could. It was an important night for most girls. The night their boyfriends (begrudgingly) would dress up to the nines and show their girlfriends off. Several rom-coms from the 80s displayed this. Pretty in Pink had not been out long and you hoped your prom this year would be memorable. You passed recognizable faces like Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley.

You neared room 210 and decided to peep through the glass window. You could already hear indistinctive shouting and shuffling. You saw Eddie sitting at the “head” of the table as he was the Dungeon Master. His doe brown eyes wide open and he shouted some sentence relevant to D&D. You easily turned the door knob as quietly as you could not to disrupt them. Several of the members of his club eyed you, distracted from the game, causing Eddie to frown almost immediately.

“Sorry.”, you mustered quietly.

Eddie realized just what caught their attention. He got up from his spot. “Hang on guys. Time out.”

Eddie jumped over the bar on the opposite side of his desk that he and his group had scooted together to make a make shift table. His handkerchief in his back pocket brushed outward as his feet landed on the ground. He walked towards you.

“Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered.

Chatter from the group picked up and they eyed you as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Hey. Did you remember to pick up our tickets for prom?”, you asked easily.

Eddie smiled, whipping something out of his pocket quickly, showing them to you like he had just won the lottery. There was two tickets for your all’s senior prom. They were pink with the theme, date, and time. Eddie had admitted to you that for his past couple of senior years, he did not attend prom and did not have any desire to. You had began asking him as soon as they began taking votes for the theme of prom. He gave into you. How could he tell you no? Your face lit up as he displayed the tickets to you.

“I wouldn’t forget sweetheart.”, he smiled as he kissed your cheek easily.

“She would have killed you dude.”, Dustin spoke up, laughing until Eddie gave him a death glare, telling him to shut up.

Eddie slid them back into his pocket and patted them for safe keeping.

You smiled easily. “Got your tux and all?”

You appeared more anxious than Eddie did. You had picked out a dress, accessories, shoes, clutch. The whole nine yards. You had decided on a light pink silk cocktail dress. Eddie hadn’t seen it yet but you showed him an ad out of a teen magazine of the exact same color yours was. It meant a lot to you that he would pay attention when you talked about things that were important to you.

“Yes princess. Don’t worry.”, he laughed.

A feeling of relief came over you. You worried at times Eddie would back out of going to prom with you, but he hadn’t. I mean, you still weren’t out of the woods with it yet, but you knew he understood how important this was to you. Everyone had been chattering at lunch about their plans for the evening like going to see a movie and eat, go shopping, etc. It was called “pre-prom”. You had wondered if you and Eddie were going to do something in preparation from prom but hadn’t asked him. It was usually later in the evening when Eddie and his Hellfire Club would wrap up their D&D meeting.

“Okay. How long do you think you’ll be here?”, you asked him easily.

He scratched his head, trying to mentally calculate the answer to this in his head. “Uh—probably 5 or 6.”

You nodded. “Okay. Do you have any plans after?”

Eddie shook his head. “No. Do you and F/N have anything planned? Like nails or whatever?”

Your heart sank a little that Eddie had not taken it upon himself to plan a date for tonight before the one of the biggest nights of your all’s senior year minus graduation. You were mentally trying to give him the benefit out of the doubt. This was his first time going to prom after all. He probably didn’t know exactly how this works. This made you almost immediately feel less hard at him.

“We are doing that tomorrow. After our hair.”

Eddie nodded. “Want me to come by before I head home? Or do you want to come to the trailer?”

You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you because it’s not like you wouldn’t see him tomorrow and have him almost all day. Plus, maybe if you were smart enough you could spend the night with him. His Uncle Wayne wouldn’t mind but your parents on the other hand, would have a real conniption. Eddie was already not the boy they wanted their baby girl with. Your dad always said he needed a hair cut and jeans with no holes in them. Your dad maybe even called him a loser. Your mom was less harsh when it came to insulting Eddie. Her biggest critique was that he would drag you down with him, prevent you from going to college and making something of yourself, and sleep with you and leave. You would try to defend him to your parents, but to no avail.

It was useless for you to even try to convince them otherwise. One night after a huge argument regarding Eddie, you snuck back down the stairs and overheard your parents talking. Your dad was still seething, leaning over the sink, huffing. Your mom stood behind him comforting him, telling him to pray this was just a phase. She was sure it was just a phase. Something to make them angry and ruffle their feathers. That’s what teenagers did this day and time. But you knew deep down inside, this was not a phase, You loved Eddie and wanted to be with him. They just couldn’t come to terms with it. They were definitely not thrilled you were going to prom with Eddie. Your dad threatened not to pay for your prom dress, but somehow, your mom had mercy on you and convinced him that just because he didn’t like this heathen (as she called him) not to take it out on his precious daughter.

Your plan after high school was to go away to college to get away from your parents. Eddie did not like this plan because he knew he could not follow you to your dream college. But he told you he loved you and wanted what was best for you. However, as graduation was approaching, you weren’t so sure about this plan anymore. The thought of leaving Eddie killed you. What if he fell out of love with you? What if he found another woman? Maybe a cheerleader. You shook the thoughts away when they approached. Long distance did not work out most of the time. I mean, sure you could write letters and call occasionally. Maybe even have him drive out to the campus, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Drop by after ten. Mom and dad should be in bed.”, you held his hands, feelings his cold rings chill the skin between your fingers.

He nodded and you all exchanged a mutual kiss, his tongue trying to entangle in yours but you cut him short. “Later.”, you smirked.

He smirked back. “Okay babe. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

He gave you a longing look as he returned to his place at the head of the table.

“Now where were we?”, his voice excitingly picked back up, resuming his D&D game.

You smiled to yourself as you turned and exited the classroom. Eddie was really trying and that was enough for you. You were the first to arrive home before either of your parents. You decided to sit in the chair and read over a few teen magazines to pass the time away. Two hours passed and your mom came through the door with an armful of groceries. You all exchanged pleasantries and you helped her put them away accordingly. You could reason with your mom the best, but even that was hard when it came to Eddie.

“Excited about the big day tomorrow?”, your mom attempted to make conversation.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your mom stopped putting groceries away and you could feel her eyes on you. “You don’t seem so excited.”

You sighed, finishing putting the groceries away from the brown paper bag you had chose. “I am. I just know you don’t like Eddie. And you all didn’t really want me to go with him.”

You didn’t meet her gaze. You turned away from the cabinet and went to place the paper bag with the others that your mom stored. You heard her sigh deeply. “Sweetheart, we just want what’s best for you.”

You weren’t facing her so this was the perfect time to roll your eyes. It was unheard of in this day and time to back talk your parents and you didn’t feel like getting in a fight with your mom and dad the night before prom was such a great idea. Maybe if you didn’t respond she would just drop it. You all needed to have this conversation but not right now. There was tension in the air and it felt so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“I’m going to call F/N.”, you finally said as you took off, high-tailing it to your room, not giving your mom another opportunity to speak on the matter.

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You spent the majority of the rest of the evening talking on your pink corded phone in your room to F/N. You all talked about how excited you were for this milestone. You all talked about your dates, what you had to wear, what time you all would get your nails and hair done, all the cliche stuff. The only time you were off the phone was for dinner which was filled with tension. By that time, your father was home from work and you also had to converse with him.

Night time fell upon Hawkins. And for that you were thankful. You and your parents shared goodnights. You eyed the grandfather clock in the living room. 9:40 p.m. 20 more minutes and Eddie would be here. Your heart began to skip a beat. You closed the door to your room. Your lamp dimly lit your room. You stared over at your record collection, your vanity, then your eyes jolted to your prom dress hanging on the back of your closet door. Your spirit perked up as you turned off your lamp, giving your parents the illusion you were going to bed. You laid there, closing your eyes just imagining what tomorrow night would entail.

You were close to dozing off when you saw the reflection of headlights hit the walls of your bedroom. Eddie. You arose from your bed and immediately peered out your bedroom window. Sure enough, it was his van. He immediately cut the engine and lights off, attempting to not draw attention to himself. You definitely did not need your mom and dad catching you all meeting up at night. The words that would fly. You threw your robe on over your night gown and gently took the stairs, being careful to miss the creaky spots. You easily opened the door to see Eddie standing outside his van.

You took off running across your walkway. His arms were spread open instantly, waiting for you to be enveloped into them. And that’s exactly what you did. He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back and it felt so comforting.

“How was your meeting?”, you whispered, breathlessly against his chest, taking in the faint smell of his cologne.

“Great. Kas the Bloody Handed always kicks ass.”, he smiled, kissing your head again.

You smiled against his chest, him just continuing to hold you. Your grip tightened as you wrapped your hands around his chest, edging your hands up his back. This may sound corny and you knew it did, but you could feel the love between you all. Eddie was your safe haven. He was your home and this was what was causing you to second guess your plans to go away to college. He would never tell you the thought of you leaving killed him just as much as it did you. He wanted you to be happy and he didn’t want to stand in your way. He didn’t want to be the force that held you back.

“How was your evening?”, he asked as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fine. Just hung out here.”

“Did I upset you today?”, Eddie asked, all of a sudden.

He ran his ring-clad hand through your hair, wrapping a small amount around his hand, barely tugging at it. Was he trying to seduce you?

“No. Why would you ask?”, you eyed him, feeling a tingling sensation run through your body.

“Just felt like I did. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to see you or somethin’.”, he once again brought you tighter against him.

“No Eddie, I just am ready for tomorrow.”

“Me too princess. For once. My last chance at prom. I want to make it memorable.”, he chuckled before kissing you.

You all shared a passionate kiss under the moonlight and whispered sweet nothings until Eddie decided it was time to let you go to bed. You cuddled up to your extra pillow, dreaming what tomorrow night would be like.

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It was finally here. The night you had been waiting for. You stood back in front of your full-length mirror, taking in the sight of you in your dress. You took a deep breath before letting it go and gave a twirl in your dress. Your Whitney Houston record played softly in the background, playing one of your favorite songs. “Saving All My Love For You”. Was this a precursor to tonight? Every love song made you think of Eddie. You couldn’t help it. No matter how hard you tried to refocus, it was no use. You might as well accept it. You were madly in love with him. You checked your make-up one last time. Perfect. You spritzed your favorite perfume on. Obsession by Calvin Klein.

The song changed on your record player. You pulled the needle back, allowing the record to spin. You dialed the knob off and the record came to a halt. You closed the door to your bedroom and made your way downstairs. You and Eddie had decided he would be here by 6:00 p.m. This would give your parents time to take pictures and for you all not to be rushed to make it to the school. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your mom and dad were waiting at the bottom. Your mom had the camera and instantly began snapping pictures.

“Mom.”, you sighed, covering your face easily.

“Oh honey let me take your picture. Pose at the bottom of the staircase.”, she pleaded, placing the camera back up to her eyes.

You obliged her request, placing your hand on your hip and one on the bottom railing. She snapped a few pictures. Your dad was even beaming, which surprised you. You, once again, eyed the grandfather clock. 5:55 p.m. Eddie, please hurry you pleaded silently. All of a sudden, your heart stopped when the doorbell rang. Eddie was here. The moment of truth. Your mom went to open the door. You felt as though your heart was going to burst out of your chest. The door opened slowly revealing Eddie in a suit.

“Hi Mr and Mrs. L/N.”, he smiled.

He held a box in his hand and he tugged at his bow tie nervously. He was so damn cute. What did you ever do to deserve him?

“Edward.”, your father said dryly.

“Come in.”, your mom brushed her dress.

He stepped into the house cautiously as if he was waiting for the other shoe to fall. You held your breath and said another silent prayer that your parents would not take this as an opportunity to berate your boyfriend. You could have sworn you almost could see his hands shaking. Eddie proceeded to walk towards you, bringing the box up closer to him. You could hear your mom’s camera shuttering.

“You look beautiful.”, Eddie whispered as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful corsage to match your dress.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you practically felt like crying. “Wow, Eddie. It’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “I was hoping you would say that.”

He laid the box down on the couch cushion and brought his attention back to you, corsage in hand. You held out your wrist easily. Without hesitation, he slid the corsage on your wrist. He looked up at you and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You all would get through this moment together. Eddie made everything so much easier.

Several pictures and poses later, you and Eddie exited the house with your parents telling you all to be careful. No drinking. No drugs. No sex. And while, you both smiled and promised, you weren’t sure you all could stick to that promise.

You all parked in the school parking lot, watching your classmates line up to enter the school. Eddie cut the engine off and put his arm behind you.

“Ready sweetheart?”, he eyed the crowd nervously.

Eddie wasn’t nervous when it came to playing a crowd at his Corroded Coffin concerts but tonight he seemed increasingly nervous and on edge. You took his hand in yours easily and looked into his doe brown eyes.

“This really means a lot to me that you are doing this.”

You all shared another deep kiss before he came around and helped you out of the van. You all held hands as you headed towards the line that was becoming increasingly longer to enter the high school. Teachers instructed everyone to line up with their dates and prepare to have their picture taken with a Polaroid camera at the entrance. You were trying to savor every moment of tonight. Eddie held your hand, brushing over it with his fingers ever so often. You were stunned to realize his rings were missing.

The night seemed to fly by. The DJ played upbeat rock and pop songs. You and Eddie danced so much that you had to shed your heels. Steve had came over and teased Eddie about cleaning up real nice. They had announced Prom King and Queen. The clock on the wall displayed 10:45 p.m by analog. You and Eddie had professional pictures taken in front of a back drop. It was indeed a cliche prom but it had been one of the best nights of your life. You had almost checked off all the boxes on your mental prom list.

“Alright Hawkins High, it’s almost the end. We’re gonna play a slow song. Grab the one you love. Congratulations class of 1986.”, the DJ spoke as he changed records.

Eddie immediately looked at you. “Shall we dance?”

You nodded, scooting your heels to the side. All of a sudden, the entrance of a familiar song played out across the entire gymnasium. Everyone was pairing up with their dates, preparing to slow dance. Eddie wasted no time doing the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his curly hair brushing your hands.

Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You’re on my mind

Eddie pulled you closer, you laying your head on his shoulder. You both were swaying to the music, totally letting all the outside world slip away.

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family

Right down the line, it’s been you and me

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

Eddie had been humming the song up to this point as you all slow danced together. You felt so close to him right now. No one else in the room mattered. However, at this point, Eddie began singing the words, his lips touching your ears. His breath tickled your ear sending chills down your spine.

“Oh girl you stand by me. I’m forever yours, faithfully.”

At this point you began to tear up and let one slip out of your eyes. Eddie noticed and pulled one of his arms from behind your back. His thumb traced over your cheek, wiping that tear away. You pulled your head off his chest to look up at him. He continued to sing the song from that point on always emphasizing the chorus.

“Eddie.”, you whispered into his ear as the song was nearing an end.

“Yes sweetheart?”, he breathed, a hitch in his voice.

“Let’s do it.”, you breathed.

Eddie was caught off guard by this but quickly gained his footing. “Really?”

“Really.”, you smiled as the song ended and you all shared a tender kiss, setting the tone for the night ahead.

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It was on as soon as you all cleared the trailer door. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne wasn’t home, thankfully. You and Eddie were full on making out, practically shoving each other’s tongues down each others throats. He tossed his tux jacket off, throwing it on the floor. You reached for his neck, quickly undoing his bow tie. You threw it blindly.

“My room.”, his voice raspy, demanded.

You followed his command and you all made out all the way down the hallway leading to his room, bumping into the wall every now and then. He never took his lips off yours to throw his door open. He slammed the door behind you all once you cleared the door way. You moved your hands to the top of the buttons, beginning to aggressively unbutton them to run your hand down his chest.

“Lay on the bed.”, Eddie breathed between kisses.

You did as he told you to. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to his bedroom floor. Metal band posters decorated his walls. His guitar in the corner. You laid on the bed, feeling the fabric of his sheets chill your back. It was cool. Eddie unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Your eyes widened as he came over to you on the bed, just in his boxers. You could already see his hard on peeping through the fabric of his boxers.

“Relax baby.”, he breathed against you.

You closed your eyes, giving Eddie the liberty to lead this time. He easily lifted your dress up, feeling his way up your thighs to the hem of your panty hose. He began kissing you slowly as he hovered over you, beginning to slip the panty hose down your legs. His hands brushed down your thighs, legs, and then your feet, eventually able to toss them in the floor. He now had access to your bare legs and he took the opportunity to run his thick, calloused hands across them.

You let out a small moan, your body instantly relaxing under his touch. This was satisfying for him. His hands wandered up your thighs, spreading your thighs apart gently. His fingers grazed over your lace panties, focusing particularly on your opening. You felt a your back arch slightly at his action. He moved his hands from your opening back up to the hem of your lace panties, beginning to pull them down your legs. You opened your eyes to look at him and he had a devilish grin on his face.

He stopped halfway, towering over you as if he was going to be preforming missionary. But instead he kissed your lips. You were wanting more but he left your lips, moving down your neck, brushing his face over the silk of your dress, down to your thighs where he had left your underwear and suddenly his hair brushed your legs, indicating his face was very close to the flesh of your legs. You felt your panties slide on down your legs. Eddie came up with your black lace panties between his teeth.

If he was trying to blow your mind, he was accomplishing just that.

He smiled as he took them in his hands. “Hm I think I’ll keep this as a trophy, what do ya think sweetheart?”

You gulped deeply, desiring him more than you had ever before. A burning sensation was pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. He chuckled as he gave them a gentle toss to his bedside table.

“Now let’s get you out of this dress.”, he muttered as you turned over letting him unzip it, it giving away instantly. He let you toss it down, leaving you in just a strapless bra. You were facing his wall, getting ready to turn back over when you felt him smack your ass, causing you to jump.

“Too much?”, he asked as he ran his hands down your waist, feeling over your ass.

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s my good girl.”, he cooed with praise. “Now turn back over for me.”

You once again followed his command. He eyed your practically naked body. He licked his lips, pulling down his boxers letting his member spring free. You couldn’t help but look at it. You, then, turned your attention back up to him. He took himself in his hands and gave his cock a couple hard strokes. Closing his eyes, he focused on it. All you could do is watch in awe.

His eyes popped back open and he sat down on the bed beside of you. He traced his initial on your thigh, before starting to kiss you again, distracting you as he spread your thighs once again, his fingers instantly finding your clit and tracing it, teasing you. You let out an moan as he inserted two fingers in your throbbing pussy.

“God you’re so wet for me.”, he breathed against your skin.

“Mhmmm.”, was all you could muster.

He fingered you relentlessly for a few minutes, ensuring that you were ready for what was to come next. After he felt you were prepared for him, he slid his fingers out causing you to look up.

“Why’d you stop?”, you asked quickly. “I was so close.”, you moaned.

Eddie smirked. “I’m gonna take care of you in the best way sweetheart.”

You felt him climb on top of you, beginning to kiss your neck as he teased your entrance with his hard cock. You felt your breathing hitch, just wishing he would get it over with already and put it in you.

“Put in in please Ed-Eddie.”, you hiccuped.

He was happy to oblige you. “As you wish sweetheart.”

All of a sudden, the moment you all had been working towards was here. He teased your entrance once more with his hard cock before inserting it without warning, causing you to gasp. He let out a groan as he began to start a rhythm, working in and out of you with ease. You pulled him flush against you, digging your nails into his back, causing his breathing to hitch. He was hitting all the right spots. That feeling returned, the one pooling in the pit of your stomach. You felt him pulsing inside of you against your walls, causing you to grip him tighter.

“God you’re so beautiful babe.”, he huffed as he worked in and out of you, having the perfect rhythm.

You moaned as Eddie took on of your legs, leaving it over his shoulder. Your pink toes right beside of his head. This caused him to go deeper, which in turn, made you clench around him tighter. His eyes rolled back into his head as he slowed his speed, teasing the absolute hell out of you.

“You’re so-so go—good at this.”, you gulp as you twist under him.

He smiled. “How close are you baby?”

You pulled him close against you, sharing a lazy kiss as he steadied himself to keep from falling on top of you and ruining the moment.

“Very. Push me over the edge, Eddie. Please push me over the edge.”, you begged him breathlessly.

“Want to cum together?”, he asked shakily through thrusts.

“Yes.”, you breathed, feeling your body ready to betray you, ready to give into him.

He shoved deeper and these thrusts were different than the ones he started with. They had more desire, lust, and a craving for you behind them.

Your back arched quickly and your finger tips dug into his back, letting him know your release was coming and very fast at that.

“Eddie,”, you choked. “I’m gonna fu-fucking cum like ri-right now.”

“Cum for me baby.”, he was beginning to coax you through your orgasm.

You felt yourself tighten up around him, your muscles contracting around him, cumming on his dick. This was going to set him over the edge you could tell the way he was acting. The bed was squeaking from the effort he was putting into this. You laid there, watching him finishing you. Your legs were weak and shaking at this point. You felt this was just fueling his upcoming orgasm.

“Fuck, here it comes.”, he gritted though his teeth as his dick paused and began pulsating in you, releasing his cum.

He stayed still for a moment, letting him finish before he slowly slid himself out, some of his cum spilling out as he eased out. Your perfect hair was tainted with sweat as was his. He fell beside of you, taking his hand in yours.

“That was amazing.”, you breathed.

He chucked as he grabbed the comforter, pulling it over you both before taking you in his arms. His clammy skin touched yours, enhancing your afterglow. He pulled you close to him even though you both had been sweating. He stroked his hand through your hair, kissing your head gently.

“It was. I’m really gonna miss that when you go to college.”, he sighed.

You grew silent, biting your lip.

“Speaking of,”, he began and cleared his throat. “Do I need to go to the pharmacy?”

You shook your head. “No babe, still on the pill.”

He took a sigh of relief before speaking again. “Good. All we need is a baby and your mom to blame me for you not going to your dream college.”

You laughed easily and looked up into his brown eyes before you got serious. “Eddie, I don’t think I wanna go away to college anymore.”

He looked surprised. “Are you sure? Don’t stay for me, Y/N. Please.”

You took his hand. “Eddie, I can’t bare to leave you. I want you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”, he kissed you again.

“Forever yours…..”, you trailed off closing your eyes, feeling the afterglow fully kick in and laid your head on Eddie’s chest, snuggling into him.

“Faithfully.”, he finished as he kissed your head again, taking you into his arms, stroking your hair until you both fell asleep.

#eddie imagines #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #eddie munson hc

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starstruckvega · 10 months

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Due to a rise in gold star-ass biphobic twitter lesbians on this site I have an announcement

I LOVE MEN SO MUCH THEY ARE SO LOVELY AND SOFT AND GOOD! MY BOYFRIENDS AND BEST FRIEND MAKE ME FEEL SO LOVED AND PROTECTED AND SAFE I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR THE WORLD!!!

I LOVE SOFT MEN I LOVE KIND MEN I LOVE AUTISTIC MEN I LOVE TRANS MEN I LOVE GNC MEN I LOVE FEMININE MEN I LOVE MASCULINE MEN I LOVE FAT MEN I LOVE THIN MEN

I FUCKING LOVE MEN

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I have a head canon that Xuan was kinda like, a cryptid when he was in the esper academy. He had probably only ever been close to Yun until then so he had literally no idea how to talk to people. Plus, his transformation had killed most of his impulse control so he was prone to doing dumb things (I also think that transformations, particularly the strong ones, sometimes result in parts of the Devine’s personality influencing the esper). So ling and Lewis knew nothing about this weird guy (1/2)

OP, I think you mean canon?? AbsoLUTELY YES, TO THIS HEADCANON.

Tang Xuan is THE face of the Union, the poster boy, the star, the pride, etc etc. He can charm a crowd, rally a large group, and start giant movements from his sheer charisma alone, but get him to make actual close friends and ?? He has to like??? Actually have a two way conversation? He can't just insert himself, smile brilliantly, and refferree a match to gain friends? Leaving [his favourite] snacks DOESN'T lead to instant BFFs?? But, but he's sitting at the friend table! He does so everyday! He doesn't say a peep, just smiles, but surely we're all friends here!

Just, ah, socially awkward, but make him extroverted so instead of a stumbling mess he's just v intimidating, smiling so brightly with sparkling eyes, randomly popping up out of nowhere.

And him attaching himself to Lewis and Li Ling is giving the poor dudes anxiety cause, damn he must WANNA fight, the little punk ass with his stupidly cute big ass grin.

But no one knows ANYTHING really about him, other than him being the older twin, THE Monkey King's chosen esper, and that he leaves pudding out like a freaking calling card (scares some of the younger/newer espers who think he's putting a hit on them). Oh, and that he can, will, and HAS completely bodied giant ass colossal miramon by himself, almost gleefully and without breaking a sweat.

Honestly, OP, from how it sounds in universe, the citizens and other members of the Union love, adore, worship, and are baffled and awed by Tang Xuan the way the Internet is with Keanu Reeves. Just a pretty man who has done no wrong, looks and acts like a cinnamon roll but will absolutely kill, somehow manages to be a complete mystery while being the most well known celebrity, and shockingly human and humble when you actually meet him.

Tang Xuan is a cryptid, stamped and approved. ✅✅✅💯💯💯

Now, for the shippers... Imagine the SHOCKWAVE of media exploding when it's confirmed/announced that Li Ling and Tang Xuan are/have been dating! Two completely different spheres of popularity (Mr. Fanservice vs Mr. [Insert the equivalent of this world's Internet]'s Boyfriend) becoming an power couple? It would BREAK THE MEDIA. People would lose their minds over Poster Boy!Tang Xuan getting to nuzzle and motor boat Li Ling's Booba™ all day, every day. Fans would rave over sudden pictures circulating of Tang Xuan In the Wild™ more often. It would be WILD.

#the hippo answers #dislyte #tang xuan #li ling/tang xuan #lixuan #OP this is SOLID 😫

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Part 6 - Beauty and the Freak

Veronica

I was so nervous. Eddie was going to be picking me up in twenty minutes for our first official date. We have been keeping our boyfriend/girlfriend status quiet for the time being mostly because Eddie is afraid that me being associated with the" Freak" would make me an outcast. He also doesn't want Jason to be a miserable asshole to me but he always is anyway. I am pretty sure my mother suspects something, but she hasn't asked. I think she has a soft spot for Eddie, she asked him to call her Lucy instead of Mrs. Carver, and always calls him hun.

Since it was a beautiful fall day, a little cool but sunny I decided on wearing a plum colored v neck sweater ( that showed just a little bit of cleavage)with a wide black belt at my waist and black leggings with black ballerina flat shoes. I piled my hair up into a bun and applied some light make up, nude colored lip gloss and some gold hoop earrings and a gold chain around my neck. I stood back and slowly turned while looking in the mirror. I think it looked nice, simple but a little dressier then what I usually wear. I spritzed some perfume on my sweater and headed out of my room.

As I walked past the kitchen my mom called my name and I backtracked and went in." Hey Mom, whatcha doing?"

She smiled " What are you doing?" She looked me over. " You look lovely by the way. That sweater looks good on you. I like how you added the belt, it shows off your nice curves. "

"Mom! You practically called me a frumpy hag the other day-"

She laughed." I did not! I just said you should stop dressing like your 90 and start showing off your assets."

" Showing off my Ass?" I joked

" Of course not! Just dress more your age. " she smiled." Where are you going?"

" Eddie is picking me up, he's taking me on a 'foliage tour' I told him fall was my favorite season."

" Oh, Eddie is picking you up? " she wiggled her eyebrows. " I have a sneaky suspicion that there is more to him coming around then tutoring."

" Mom, he is my friend, probably my best friend-"

" I see the way he looks at you Veronica, your not fooling me. You guys are a couple aren't you?"

I blushed, I could never lie to my mother." We are seeing what our friendship blossoms into. We just aren't announcing it to the world."

" I am so happy for you. I have heard bizarre rumors about Eddie but he seems like a good kid, he has been around enough for me to form my own opinion of him. Just promise me that if it starts to get serious you will be responsible and get yourself on birth control."

" Wow Mom-"

" I am not condoning or encouraging you to have sex, just be smart about it."

" I promise mom, when have I ever not been responsible."

" I know honey." She hugged me." My girl growing up, Graduating this year, boyfriend,it's a lot for a mom to handle."

" It is a lot for me to handle." I pulled away and smiled " Thanks for being so cool about this." I heard a knock on the door. " Eddie's here!"

" Don't leave him waiting." We walked out together to answer the front door."Hey Eddie, come on in!"

" Hey Lucy! Nice to see you! Is Veronica-"

" Hey Munson," I stepped out from behind my mom." Ready to go leaf peeping?"

The look on his face when he saw me instantly gave me butterflies. His eyes skimmed over me and he smiled ." Hey Princess, are you ready to go?"

" All set. Bye Mom!"

" Drive safe , have fun! "

Eddie put his hand on the small of my back and walked me out to the van, opening the door for me.

"Let me just start out by saying that you look dynamite babe.Like absolutely dynamite. "

" You think so? " I blushed.

" I know so, babe. " he closed my door then walked around and got into the van and started it." I have a surprise for you. "

I smiled. " You do?"

" I do." He smiled again. " But in order to keep it a surprise I am going to cover your eyes, are you cool with that?"

" Do I smell pizza?"

" It is part of the surprise baby , can I cover your eyes?"

" Are you kidnapping me Munson? Luring me into your van with the scent of pizza and taking me to some secret hideout?"

" Well when you say it like that it really sounds creepy but essentially, yeah. But I like to think that it is my charming personality that lured you out, not the smell of pizza."

" It was your ass in those jeans that lured me out. Damn." I smirked.

He laughed. " Squeezed into these babies just for you." He took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and folded it and leaned over and carefully tied it behind my head lightly kissing my lips before he backed away. " Ready for an adventure?"

As he drove we chatted and of course listened to metal. I felt his hand on my thigh, just casually resting there like that where it was meant to be. After about 15 minutes I felt the van stop and Eddie turned it off. " Alright, so it will just take me a few minutes. Just sit back and relax for a few Kay?"

"Ok."

The doors in the back of the van opened and I heard him go to work.

I reclined the seat back and relaxed, listening to the music and breathing in the fresh fall air, I was almost about to doze off when my door opened and his lips brushed mine.

" Alright sweetheart. I am going to guide you, hold my hand. " I sat up and slid out of my seat. I slowly walked behind him listening to his commands, be careful, step over, almost there. I could tell that we were in the woods by the crunching of leaves and twigs under my feet.

" Ok we are here." I could hear the excitement in his voice. I felt him untie the bandana . His smiling face just inches from mine. He put his hands on my waist and spun me around.

I gasped . In front of me was a picnic spread out on a beautiful overlook , lovers lake in the distance, fall leaves on spectacular display " It's so beautiful! Eddie this is so special!"

He smiled widely," You like it?."

" I love it!" I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him." It's perfect."

I sat down on a blanket that had been carefully laid out. There was a radio softly playing music in the background, a pizza box , a cooler open with beer and soda in it and an extra blanket folded up. There was even a little jar with fresh picked flowers in it.The thought and detail that went into planning this stirred all kinds of emotions. Eddie pulled out a poloroid camera and took a picture of of our picnic, then a picture of me smiling up at him, then he sat down next to me and planted a big kiss on my lips and took a picture as he held out the camera facing us.As we waited for the pictures to finish developing he opened up the pizza box and handed me a slice on a napkin and cracked opened a beer for me. He grabbed himself pizza and beer then raised his can." Cheers to our first official date."

We clanked cans and took a drink."Sorry I couldn't get any wine, Wayne only drinks beer."

" This is perfect. I mean it Ed's, it's perfect."

" I figured we could have a picnic and watch the sunset."

" Thank you so much."

" Your very welcome babe. I am glad you like it." He set down his pizza and held up the pictures. He smiled. " This picture of you is going by my bed, your beautiful and because of the angle I can totally see down your sweater."

I laughed and snatched it out of his hand. " What a pervert." I looked at the kissing picture, the angle was a little off but it came out really cute." Aww I love this one!"

" We will have to take a couple more after we eat. We've got to capture these special moments."

We finished our pizza and beer and I laid back on the blanket looking up into the trees. Eddie fluffed the extra blanket open and laid back beside me covering us both up. I put my head on his chest and snuggled in. He grabbed the camera and pointed it down at us, we smiled up into it and he snapped a picture. Then he took a picture of him kissing the top of my head and then one of of us kissing again.

" Those are keepers." He put the camera down and wrapped his arms around me. I could hear his heart beating , this is the closest our bodies have ever been.

I took my hand and slowly ran it over his chest, then down his stomach where I could feel his muscles tense under his shirt and then down to the waistband of his jeans. I slid a finger underneath and I could hear his heart beat faster, his breathing quicken. I picked my head up and looked up at him and smiled.

Eddie raised his eyebrows," Whatcha doing sweetheart?"

" This is the first opportunity I have had to put my hands on you without the fear of my mom walking in and catching us. I'm just seeing what I have to work with here."

" You do realize that this works both ways right?" He smiled slyly and slid my body fully on top of him."There that evens the playing field a little more." He squeezed my ass," Just seeing what I have to work with here." He buried his face in the v neck of my sweater. " Has anyone ever told you your tits are absolutely perfect?"

I laughed. " Getting handsy Munson?"

" You haven't seen handsy, Sweetheart. I am itching to put my hands all over your body but I am trying to show some restraint. It is only our first official date after all. Oh, and I am pretty sure you are the one that got handsy first."

I pushed myself up off his chest and straddled his lap. I could feel his impressive bulge growing through my leggings. My eyes widened.

Eddie ran his hands over his face."What do you expect sweetheart, your pressing your boobs against me and wiggling around on my dick.It feels good and I have no control over it."

I bit my lip." I'm sorry?"

He smiled up at me. " Don't be sorry baby, your just so damn sexy." He gripped my hips and slowly moved them back and forth. The friction hit just right and I gasped. " You good Sweetheart?You want to stop?"

I shook my head no and continued to move,I felt Eddie's hands go from my hips, to the belt at my waist, he quickly unbuckled it and threw it aside.He snuck under my sweater , looking up at me as if to ask of it was alright. I nodded and his hands continued up my ribs to my breast, he lightly squeezed. He groaned at the softness.The feeling of his rough but gentle hands on my skin made me shiver. I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations I had never felt before, the way my body responded to his movements and his touch.

He pulled my body down to his pressed our lips together . His hands pulled my hips closer and I continued to grind on his hard cock. A moan escaped my lips as I felt a shockwave travel through my body. I gasped again then collapsed on him. He wrapped me tight in his arms and rubbed my back.

" Are you ok baby?" He whispered in my ear.

I buried my face in his chest embarrassed. I shook my head yes.

He tilted my chin up to look at him concern in his eyes and asked again, "You ok? Was that too much?"

" No, I'm just embarrassed."

" Why baby? There is nothing to feel embarrassed about. You don't ever have to be embarrassed around me, ever ok? This is what couples do. Just please tell me if you aren't comfortable with what is going on. We have to be honest with each other ok?"

" It's nothing you did Eddie, you are so sweet. I promise I will be honest with you. I just, I have never felt like that before, never done that before .I feel weird because I enjoyed it so much."

Eddie smiled. " I'm glad that you finally had an orgasm. Understand what the hype is about now?"

" I'm beginning to. If what we just did felt like that.."

" The best is yet to come sweetheart. I think that who your with and how comfortable you feel with them makes a difference. I am going to let you set the pace, I don't want to rush into anything."

My face got hot with a realization. "Eddie, you uh, didn't get to finish."

" My priority is to make sure that you are satisfied every time. I can, uh , take care of myself when I get home. In fact, I think I might have the perfect picture to do that to now. " He smiled.

" I'm sorry baby, it just hit me so quickly . Your bulge-"

" Don't be sorry darling. "

" Are you sure you don't want me to like jerk you off or something?"

" I appreciate the offer Dollface , but again it's only our first date, I don't feel right about cumming on you on the first date.I don't want to scare you away."

I laughed. " I am glad that I am experiencing all of this with you. You have a way of making me feel so comfortable. I am so lucky."I hugged him then sat up and smoothed out my sweater.

" I'm the lucky one baby." He smiled and sat up beside me. He pointed off into the distance," Check out that sunset."

I took the blanket and wrapped it around our shoulders. " This date is going to be pretty hard to beat. You set the bar pretty high."

" I aim to please."

" You certainly do Munson."

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