#schmoopy dancing

[fonulyn]

“Jesus Christ, Chris,” Leon hissed, trying to keep his voice down so that their dancing instructor – a lovely lady with a sweet smile and absolutely wretched temper – wouldn’t hear them and come set them straight once again. “If you step on my toes one more time I might never walk again!”

That immediately sent a wave of guilt through Chris and he looked down, sheepish and apologetic. He tried to let go of Leon and step back, but Leon didn’t let him. “No,” he said, drawing Chris’ attention back to himself. “I’m not listening to another lecture on how we’re doing this wrong.” There was a small grin tugging at his lips, and it immediately made Chris relax a fraction. “Hold me close, Redfield.”

That drew a small smile from Chris, who even huffed out the tiniest of laughs and obediently tightened his hold where his hand was on Leon’s waist.

-- Or the one wherein Claire forces Chris and Leon to take dancing lessons.

#chreon #chris redfield #leon kennedy #my fics #my chreon fics #have some schmoopy dancing :D #fluff upon some humor lol

[songfell-ut]

Songfell anniversary post, pt 3

Last installment of pics I grabbed from posts off this Tumblr since I started it four years ago. I have been unbelievably spoiled by every single one of you, and if I didn't put something here, it was out of my negligence, not any fault of yours.

Please note that @venelona has done multiple amazing schmoopy poses of these two, and I will be putting them in loose chronological order with the rest. Wheee

(Part 1, Part 2)

...Okay, it turns out most of these are not specific. Here are the more chronologically oriented arts, starting with:

This is pretty iconic, by @nascent-chaos. Have you ever heard the expression "You've caught a wolf by the ears" or "a bear by the tail"? It means the second you get out of a stalemate, you're gonna get eaten. Not applicable here, nope nope

Her very first clear memory from the box ;_; by @cuddlyquiche.

A couple of very early bits from Vene. I think that one is probably the most accurate depiction of their size difference, which I've had multiple artists kinda fudge for the sake of getting them in the same frame. Also he's so pleased they match, gigantic dorkburger

Possibly my favorite from Vene ^_^

Skipping way on ahead to the bubble fight by @sharkowskii. I just. Ahhh my kokoro

Speaking of which DDDDDDDD: why is Vene so good at expressions

Case in point: "U mad, bro?" but no, Undyne and Papyrus are the greatest bros

And again x4. We understand the value of a tiny waifu around here, don't we, Sans?

Damn straight

Variation on a theme, by Sharky (the theme is "socks")

Now we've got the dresses she wore for her last couple days in the Underground. There's this totally-not-bridal-ha-ha-silly-man by Catler1, grabbed off Discord because I wanted the complete set.

Still wildly infatuated with this one by @melikitinas ~

Shoes not made for dancing, by @feelisia

And a dress made for because I wanted a pretty golden gown (thank u Vene)

Now we have the more miscellaneous pieces, though the second of these by @matchamanx is prooobably from a bit later in the story :D

(I watched Star Versus the Forces of Evil recently, and yes, Frisk would absolutely pull the same shit as Eclipsa. Git 'im gurl)

A formal portrait with a dress I keep forgetting to steal from @stacyyyep

This is so soft ahjdhjf @marihem

The pfp for my sorely neglected Patreon Discord server eh heh heh yeah another by @xxkoichiixx

And last of the collection is a fantastic piece by @lostmypotatoes herself, with an expression that could not more clearly say "Why, this old thing? I only wear it when I'm being an absolute goddamn queen treated exactly as I deserve" 😙

Cheers, everybody. I'll have written things to post as soon as I finished writing them. Mwah mwah kisses etc.

#songfell #songfell anniversary post #this was actually quite fun #i'm sorry if you did video art and it wasn't in here #but my goodness there is a lot of that #please understand I did not aim to leave anyone out #but ow my hands

[vipersiia]

XYX HEADCANONS

i have recently joined the bloomic discord and talked abt xyx, with,,, so many people and here r my headcanons, there are,,, a Lot of them and they are so so so fluffy i promise

OKAY SO FIRST OF ALL - he has such a thing for petnames, and will Melt if u reciprocate

absolute pro at not being able to take what he can dish out, dont fret though, he absolutely builds a tolerance

ironically uses terrible pet-names in public, if you use some on him he Will make it a competition and he Will win ("snookums here wants a refund on this." "yes sorry, mcdreamy here said it didn't look good on me" "oh schmoopy , how you wound me i did not sa that")

xyx is such a people-pleaser, so he Knows what you like and what you don't, he'll keep an eye on your expressions subtly ("hey babe why is there so much snack you really like in our pantry?" "it was on sale!")

he will Spoil you, he's not the type to spend a lot of money on himself but on You?? oh you better watch out

still careful with his money but if you're eyeing that bag, or pair of shoes, or poster, he will buy it for you.

even if you off-handedly comment wanting something, expect it in your arms Soon ("i saw this really cool poster at the mall today?" "oh really? what did it look like doll?" "it was like, of my favourite character holding their love interest" "oh thats very cool" schemes)

will absolutely do the evil villain chair in dark thing with Cat if you come home late ("i've been,, expecting you" "babe its 1 am what are you doing up?")

he knows your favourite drink, exactly how you like it, and it tastes perfect everytime. YOU NEVER TOLD HIM EITHER, he just had you try a buncha things and watched your reactions ("hey love, im trying out a new recipe, wanna try?" "of course!")

dont think about it but seeing him playing with cat, watching the muscles in his arm flex??? him Noticing you noticing and flexing a lil harder, before going all out, Cat meowing indignantly over his bicep???

stop thinking about xyx coming home from work, seeing you and Cat cuddling on the couch?? being so in love that he scored someone as amazing as you?? he is just, so so so, in love with you at the moment?? that he just, comes over, picking u both up and twirlin you around. Cat immediately, outraged bats him the face but he doesn't notice because you're giggling so hard rn

if he's meeting your parents??? ohhh be prepared, he is such a smooth talker and hes Proud. He comes in, nicest most neutral cologne, nice powersuit, a subtle chain necklace with your initial???

he is All smooth talk, keepin an eye out for any cues of like or dislike on topics, always complimenting whoever cooked

when getting to the Interrogation? oh he's Ready ("so what do you do for a living" "oh well i work as a lawyer, it makes me elated to be able to provide for mc like i can" "nice, nice" *visibly impressed*)

the car ride home after??? oh he is Menace, he is all grins, puffin out his chest like a bird ("doll they loOoooveee me" "did you see that? arent you proud love?") you're gonna have to keep saying yes but its okayyy because you're both sickeningly in love with eachother

him being hella cheesy, tellin u one day ("hey doll, i bet i can hold the entire universe in my hands" "what??") and immediately cupping your face??? pulling you into a soft kiss??

you keeping that in ur mind,,, ready to strike back?? sitting on the couch with him laying between them, cheek pressed into your thigh as you both play with Cat? when Cat leaves, leaning down and cupping his face in your hands??? ("you are so gorgeous babe") and he goes Red (mc - 1 / xyx - 4million), his breath Stops.

leaning down to kiss him??? catching him even more off-guard?? absolute knock-out. he tries so hard to play it off ("ill never be as gorgeous as you doll") but being sooo off his game? so caught off guard??

a sunshower happening, cue you, dancing in the rain like a madman??? him coming over and seeing you?? glad u cant see him because he is Positive he looks so sappy rn. eventually meeting his eye?? running up to him and grabbing him by the hand?? leading him into the rain?? he immediately takes over the dance, spinnin and twirlin you around.

pulling you into his arms?? arms resting on your hips as you grab him by the face?? pulling him into a kiss???? laughter breaking out between you two, as he peppers your face in kisses??

doing research on filipino wedding customs, finding out that you traditionally ask the parents for their blessing

ASKING XYX'S PARENTS FOR THEIR BLESSING?? going over to their house for a dinner plan, getting him distracted and asking his parents for their blessing??? planning the wedding with them??? burning the unity candle?? the rice toss?? the money dance???

at the altar, can't even get though the first line of his vows before he cries ( "and i, xyx tak-" *literally sobbing*)

DOING HARANA FOR HIM??? getting all the members of the bloomic server to participate, as you sing his praises? good at singing or not he is so choked up in giggly, hands over face ugly bawling

lighting the unity candle with him is a whole ordeal, neither of you can stay still long enough to keep the flame steady, almost lighting the tablecloth on fire

him holding you as close as you can fit against him?? teary eyed all over again because wow, he cant believe that you really wanted to marry him??

post first dance, as the night wanes, hiding behind the couples table, on the floor, in his arms??? as he feeds u mango sticky rice and vice versa???

sayin sum cheesy shit like ("oops i missed a spot, hold still love") before leaning in for a kiss??? not realizing the photographer AND videograper saw this and got it all in 4k??

the discord prompts that inspired me, thank u i luv u all(real)

#viper.txts #blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #blooming panic xyx #xyx bp #xyx x reader #headcanons

[logicheartsoul]

all my life & all my days

Summary: Sometimes, you just gotta say what you mean, even if it’s been said before. (Featuring old married sambucky)

Author’s Note: After struggling to write for nearly 2 years and also struggling to finish any writing, somehow after a really, really crappy night and no sleep, I managed to write and finish a one shot in five minutes. This is extremely schmoopy and somehow wrote itself.

(Also technically my third finished sambucky fic)

Title is somewhat inspired by all my life by k-ci & jojo, so feel free to listen to that to capture some of the vibes.

Hope y’all enjoy!

“There’s not enough time in the world to say this but…” He takes his hand and squeezes, his eyes boring soft into his own. “…I love you.”

Sam laughs, head tossed back in a surprise, the wrinkles settling deep on his face, especially around his mouth and his eyes. He pats his hand before leaving it there, steady, warm.

“I know you do,” he says, moving his face closer. The greys and whites in his goatee and his hair make him glow, distinguished. “Not the first time you’ve said it.”

Bucky smiles back, much more spry in comparison, but he looks old, with his salt and pepper hair. No one would accuse his Sam of being a cradle robber.

“No, but I want to anyway, sweetheart.”

He leans into Sam’s warmth, his presence, his forehead touching Sam’s. The light glimmers into Sam’s eyes, as vivacious as it’s always been, captures the youth of his mind. He can see his reflection in its depths and his smile gazing back — this is the man that Bucky sought to be after coming out from under HYDRA’s clutches. He’s there and with the most beautiful and wondrous man in the world.

Sam tilts up and presses a kiss on his lips. A sweet, chaste thing, but full of love.

“Sentimental today, huh?”

His grin shaves the years off Sam’s face and a glimpse of his younger self shines for a moment.

“What can I say? I’m a hundred and fifty years old today. And you’re still here with me. It’s a blessing I can spend it with you.”

Sam graces with him another kiss.

“Ok, sap, I know it’s your birthday but my hips and knees aren’t as good as they used to be, so you’re gonna have to help me up.”

Bucky chuckles.

“Gladly, though you’re pretty spry for 80 something, don’t cut yourself short.”

Bucky’s hand is steady in Sam’s grip as he hoists him up, unwavering like an immovable island. The anchor in Sam’s shore.

“Just admit it,” once they’re both standing upright, “you just wanted an excuse to touch me.”

“Uh huh, keep dreaming,” Sam says as he moves their hands in a dancing position.

“Will do, if it means watching sunrises like this with you,” Bucky says back, swaying on the front porch of their house.

It’s quiet except for the breeze through the trees and the gentle lapping of waves on the water.

And of Sam: his breath, his heartbeat. Steady, strong.

If Bucky could have the rest of his days like this, the end would be worth it.

If you like my writing, feel free to check out my writing tag!

#fic #mcu #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #my writing #very sweet lots of fluff and lots of love and tenderness #I just coasted on the vibes lol #still feels surreal that I wrote and finished this I haven’t had this happen in years #anyhow here y’all go

[bmodiwrites]

The Stereo's On

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This is just a random little idea that turned into 6k words of schmoopy loving - hope you guys don't mind! Word Count: ~6k Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Other than that, it’s pretty tame! Summary:

Despite trying to keep his feelings on the matter a secret, Steve knows that Eddie is bummed about not going to prom. As the best boyfriend there is, he's determined to remedy the situation. Between a couple strings of fairy lights and a mixtape made especially for Eddie, Steve puts together a night to remember.

Or - a sorry excuse for a feeling filled PWP!

Find it on AO3 here.

Staring down at the expansive mess of car parts before him, Eddie tries to focus on his job, but his mind is buzzing loudly, making it hard to do anything other than listen to the loud static building up in his ears. He took the shift that Sal offered him today in hopes of distracting himself. It’s funny that the exact opposite thing is happening. Eddie somehow forgot that the mouth of the garage opens up into Hawkins’ main street. Every person making their way into town passes right by the bay the current car he’s been working on is parked. It’s impossible not to see all of the couples in fancy garb flocking to the handful of nicer restaurants that exist in such a small town. His heart pangs with a feeling he refuses to name, knowing that labeling the emotion gives it more power than it’s already exuding on Eddie’s fickle heart. It’s embarrassing to think that prom night is eliciting such a reaction – never before has Eddie ever cared about cliché school shit. Too bad the ice around his heart is slowly melting, making him the sort of guy who’s upset about missing out.

Eddie tries in vain to shoulder the blame of his emotional meltdown on the person that’s been causing all the sentimental changes. Steve Harrington is the sort of boy that pushes Eddie to be the best version of himself – the sort of boy that makes Eddie genuinely proud of both himself and the one that’s chosen to stand by his side. Steve coming into his life is exactly what Eddie’s been waiting for – someone to kick start the engine and bring Eddie back to life. Though he’s never going to be excited about the way nearly dying brought them together, Eddie knows enough about second chances to be glad for the humble beginning of a relationship that’s quickly becoming all consuming.

Eddie spent a lot of life stuck in limbo and is forever grateful for the kick in the pants the encounter with the Upside Down ended up being. Without the widening of his vision, Eddie may never have seen the real person Steve is underneath his cool guy clothes and built up persona. He’s just a guy that feels and loves and fears and makes mistakes – just like the rest of the human race. Eddie’s glad for the chance to see Steve around the kids where he flourishes and behind the counter of Family Video next to Robin who makes him bigger and brighter than he already is. Steve the normal guy is someone that Eddie loves with all of his heart. So, he’s kind of sad that he can’t share this new and exciting addition to his life with the rest of the world.

He's been using the lameness of the dance to hide behind the hurt of the real reason he and Steve can’t attend tonight’s rite of passage. Being a wanted man is still something that haunts Eddie. To this day, people whisper about his devil worship and talk about the way he barely narrowly avoided being thrown in jail for crimes he didn’t commit. While he’s used to the status of outcast, being the town pariah is a lot harder than he ever imagined. Eddie’s sure they would’ve found a way to be at the dance together without putting themselves and their relationship in danger. While being gay is still something Eddie doesn’t openly share, a couple of guys going stag to a dance isn’t unheard of. No one questions that sort of thing – especially when they don’t really want to know the answer. It’s the never ending stigma of being unwanted by the entire town that is stopping Eddie from selfishly enjoying this pivotal night with Steve. Eddie thinks that alerting his boyfriend to the reality of people’s feelings towards him is in some way protecting Steve. Though, in a lot of ways, it’s probably just hurting them both.

Shaking his head of the thought, Eddie forces himself to take in the alternator he’s meant to be assessing. Even doing so with half of his attention, Eddie knows the thing needs to be replaced. He’s even conscious of the fact that they don’t have the part, so his current effort is totally useless, anyway. If he acknowledges those truths, Eddie also has to acknowledge that his presence in the garage tonight is totally useless, too. His mind is everywhere but the job he’s there to be doing. He’s too caught up in the way the distance he’s been trying to put between himself and everyone around him is slowly killing him. Eddie can’t get away from the unfairness of being treated like a killer when the actuality of the situation is so much worse. There’s even a feeling of mourning for the fundamental thing he’s missing because life isn’t fair and he’s too stubborn and prideful to talk to anyone about it. So many thoughts run through his mind and not one of them has to do with the Chevy he’s currently pretending to fiddle with. Thankfully, Sal notices and sends him home. “Don’t come back until your shift next Tuesday, Munson. I’ll have the replacement alternator waiting for you.”

Eddie leaves the garage without argument or complaint. He shoots his boss a grateful smile after he’s washed all the grease off his hands and changes out of dirty coveralls. The ripped up jeans on his legs already make him feel a little better as the wind brushes the bare skin of his knee as he walks out into the freedom of the night. Climbing into the car, Eddie starts to come back from the torrential storm of emotions he’s been letting get the best of him for the past couple of hours. At least at home, Eddie can call Steve on the phone or get stoned or watch a movie that’s truly going to distract him. The options in which he can soothe himself are limitless outside the confines of work. He’s already thinking about how he's going to get Steve over for the night when he pulls into the trailer park. Eddie’s plan is already made up by the time he parks his van, not noticing the halo of soft light coming from the otherwise dark trailer. Eddie doesn’t realize he’s walking into something amazing until the soft music of the stereo in the front room reaches his ears. Only then does he look up to see Steve standing in the front room of the trailer with a soft smile on his face.

Eddie takes in everything all at once. The fairy lights making the space glow, the emptiness of the room that’s been cleared out to obviously resemble a dance floor – all of the little details are so overwhelming that Eddie’s sure he’s missing some. His brain halts the moment Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s. Steve who looks like a model in a button up white shirt and black tie. He’s in his customary blue jeans and Nike shoes, but the attempt to dress up is noticed. His hair is perfectly styled and the look of confidence Eddie loves the most is settled in Steve’s eyes. Though there’s a palpable layer of nerves that Eddie can feel from his spot at the door, Steve seems calm, cool, and collected. It’s both sexy and heartwarming. Eddie blinks for a second to jump start his brain back to working order in hopes of actually getting some words out of his mouth. “Steve, what is this?”

Steve looks between Dustin and Max before pointing at the small kitchen table. “Let’s move that first.” Both of his sassy children look at him with curious expressions on their face, though it’s Dustin who speaks up first.

“Wayne’s okay with this? Us moving his entire living room out into the lawn?” The little shit can’t even help the way his lip quirks with uncertainty.

Laughing, because that’s the only thing he can do when Dustin starts in with the attitude, Steve nods his head. “As long as everything gets put back where it belongs, Wayne doesn’t care. He thinks it’s sweet, even.” Steve recalls the somewhat embarrassing conversation he and Wayne struggled through the day before. Though Eddie’s uncle is well aware of Steve’s genuine feelings for Eddie, the man is still one of very little words. The fact that he talks to Steve at all is some kind of miracle. Pushing the memory away, Steve gestures at the table again. “You two get the chairs and I’ll carry the table.”

“It is, you know,” Max says, picking up one of the foldable chairs while Dustin handles the other one, “sweet, that is.” Her voice is so full of surety that Steve can’t help but smile widely. Sometimes, being the group’s default kid wrangler gets on his nerves but moments like this where the kids he cares about care right back, that makes being the babysitter worth it. The wink she sends him makes Steve think Max knows the power of her words, too. There’s a heady sort of satisfaction that surrounds the girl as they make their way outside. After depositing the table and chairs by the side of the trailer and rolling up the rug, they decorate the empty living room. Max brings over the lights from her own room and hangs them along the wall, creating a warm glow. Dustin helps Steve move the stereo from Eddie’s room into the hallway where they can maximize the acoustics the best. Weeks of asking Eddie weird questions and “borrowing” his boyfriend’s mixtapes helped Steve make the perfect playlist for them to dance to. It’s not exactly prom the way that Steve remembers it but it’s something.

When they’re done and Dustin makes the call to Sal, Steve thanks them both and sends them back to Max’s trailer where rated R movies are waiting for them as payment for their help. Steve’s sure the candy he threw in there will be greatly appreciated, too. With the few minutes he has to himself, Steve pulls on the new shirt he got for the occasion. Robin will forever make fun of him for the afternoon they spent picking out the perfect one. Though she understands the sentiment, his relationship with Eddie is always going to be something Robin gives him grief for. The weeks of pining she had to deal with give her a prerogative Steve’s always going to be paying her back for. He’s glad for it honestly. It reminds him how much he truly cares for the boy that makes him mindless and babbly like a school girl. Getting a little heckling from his best friend for the mushy person he is and plans to continue to be is absolutely nothing in the face of rightness being with Eddie creates in him. The past version of himself isn’t the guy who plans something cheesy just to see someone smile – this new and exciting version of himself is, though. The Steve he is now can’t wait to see the door open and take in Eddie’s face.

Though he’s never told him, Steve knows about the way people treat Eddie. He’s not immune to comments from people that don’t appreciate Steve’s affiliation with Eddie. It’s so easy to swat them down knowing how brave Eddie is. While the town will never understand the depth of it, Hawkins owes a lot to the boy who rode head first into Demobats that just about killed him. Steve’s been patiently waiting for Eddie to talk to him about the treatment, though he understands why Eddie doesn’t – there are so many things that Steve refuses to bring up again, too. Luckily, Steve is much more of an actions speak louder than words kind of guy, anyway. While Eddie may not be ready to talk about the voices that plague him or the people that still weigh heavily on his innocent boyfriend, Steve can give him something that no one should miss. And since they aren’t a very conventional couple, the off the wall way Steve makes it happen is fitting.

So is the overwhelmed look that overtakes Eddie’s face as he walks through the door. The surprise Eddie feels is tangible. Steve watches him grapple for words as the lights and music and overall atmosphere is taken in. It’s hard not to grin at the speechlessness that overtakes Eddie, but Steve manages to barely hold onto his control. He tries hard to radiate the sort of confidence that makes Eddie want to come to him. Out of all the people that Steve has tried to court, Eddie is the only person that Steve truly wants to lean on him. More than anything, Steve hopes that he’s a safe place for Eddie, that his presence is something that brings the boy peace and happiness unlike the suspicion and upset he’s constantly faced with. Eddie is that kind of serenity for Steve – he’s like a breath of fresh air, the kind of reminder that home exists, even if it’s a person with long curly brown hair and eyes that are wide and all knowing. Being something equal or similar to the person that makes him happiest is what Steve’s striving for.

The perplexed words that eventually fall out of Eddie’s mouth are what break Steve’s mold and drags a smile across his lips. He takes a second to look around, to hear the music he carefully selected, to see Eddie and the many emotions overtaking all of him. He’s proud and happy and glad to note that something he’s done is actually successful. “Not exactly prom, but something like it,” Steve says in reply, shrugging his shoulders like this is something simple and not weeks in the making. He takes a step closer to Eddie and then another until he can reach out and touch.

Eddie’s head is spinning, all previous thoughts of plans and upset and glumness are gone and out the door that’s somehow closed behind him. All that registers is the empty room and surprisingly not crappy music that is radiating everywhere. It’s surrounding Eddie the way the depth of the situation is. Despite never saying a word, Steve read the situation and gave Eddie something he still isn’t capable of asking for. He’s overwhelmed and lost in a way that makes it hard to breath. Ignoring the heaviness in his chest, Eddie leans into Steve’s touch and allows the reality of the situation to overcome him. Eddie’s been worried and sad and detached because of a dance that doesn’t matter (even though it does more than Eddie cares to admit). It’s crazy to think that Steve is perceptive enough to pick up on something that Eddie’s been going out of his way to hide. Except, maybe it’s not so far-fetched – Steve selflessly takes care of the people around him, giving them things they didn’t even know where good for them. Obviously, Eddie isn’t an exception. Steve’s so sneaky that Eddie is at a loss – he’s frozen and can’t think of anything to do but follow Steve’s lead.

Which ends up being the best decision, anyway. Steve’s arms are firm around Eddie as he brings them chest to chest. There’s no space between their bodies, so Eddie can continue to relax and lean into Steve’s hold. He lets the music surround him for the first time since stepping in the door and sighs wistfully. It’s one of the many songs that Eddie sings loudly whenever they’re in his van and Steve gives up his rights to DJ duty. When it ends and another one of Eddie’s favorite begins, he finally looks up and takes all of Steve in. From his wide open eyes to the smile on his face, Steve is radiant. There’s a blush on his cheeks and his hands tighten around Eddie’s waist the longer their stares are intertwined. Eddie wants to speak up and say something about the way his heart is beating faster than it ever has before – that this moment, this singular point in time is the greatest Eddie’s ever experienced. His mouth isn’t cooperating though and the ability to do anything but smile like a loon vacates him. Maybe that’s for the best – words can only muddle what’s quickly shaping up to be romance personified. Instead of forcing himself to speak of his happiness, Eddie experiences it with each bump and sway of their bodies to the music.

Mere minutes or maybe hours later, the tape finally rolls to a stop and silence surrounds them in the empty room. It’s easy and natural to keep on moving, despite the cessation of the music. Eddie’s arms are wrapped around Steve’s neck so tightly that they share breaths. Steve’s got him in a tight grip, like he’s afraid of letting go. Between their position and the shockingly right intimacy, Eddie’s not surprised to find himself leaning into Steve’s space in hopes of kissing red lips. He’s met in the middle with a fierce press of lip against lip. This is a practiced dance for them – Eddie knows how to tilt his head just right to slot Steve’s lip perfectly between his own. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to poke his tongue out and trace the plump roundness of Steve’s bottom lip. The tease is enough for Steve to open his mouth so Eddie can tangle their tongues together in something that creates a spark that lights up them both.

There’s no fumble or fuss as they make their way down the hall and into the furthest room. Not for the first time, Eddie’s grateful for his uncle’s sacrifice – having a room that’s all his own is a glorious plus when Steve’s hands and mouth are promising such beautiful things. Their closeness continues until they’re through the door and in Eddie’s room; only then does he resurface for a breath and put a bit of space between them. He’s able to let his head clear a little bit – Steve’s absolutely intoxicating and Eddie’s an easy victim. It takes very little exposure to Steve at all for Eddie to mindlessly fall into a pit of desire that makes higher function and any sort of thought difficult. After all of Steve’s effort, Eddie wants to be present for the absolute debauchery that’s about to take place. Gesturing over towards the bed, Eddie starts to take off his shirt. “Lie down – I want you to watch.”

Steve is quick to oblige – with a blush on his face and a pep in his step, even. He quickly gets onto the mattress and scoots back until his head is on the pillow with Eddie clearly in sight. The heaviness of his stare makes Eddie shiver – his skin is hot and covered in goosebumps, like Steve’s gaze is a tangible thing that’s touching him. Closing his eyes for a second, Eddie takes in a couple of breaths and clears his head. When he looks up again, Eddie’s focused enough not to fall victim to the blissed out look on Steve’s face (though, it’s a close thing). Instead, he feels confident and wanted as he strips himself down to black boxers that cling to his thighs. He allows Steve to stare to his heart’s content for another moment before launching himself onto the bed to fumble madly at the buttons on Steve’s shirt. Eddie all of the sudden can’t stand to have any barriers between them – he knows for certain he’ll feel so much more comfortable when there’s even ground between them.

Steve’s a little dumb struck as he leans back on the bed and watches Eddie. Things like nakedness and intimacy aren’t all that new to them. Despite not dabbling with guys before, Steve’s libido has taken no hit since getting together with Eddie – in fact, he’s more certain of himself with Eddie than he’s ever been with any of the girls he took to bed. Maybe it’s the safety thing rearing its ugly head again, or maybe Steve’s finally where he’s meant to be. Either way, he’s more than happy to be the one watching Eddie drop his entire outfit, piece by piece, down onto the floor. His feelings about the situation get even more positive when Eddie joins him on the bed and waits no time at all to start helping Steve out of his clothes, too. Between the two of them, Steve is shirtless and writhing on the bed in no time. As Eddie works on his jeans, Steve gets his hands on any part of Eddie’s skin he can. While he’s slim and a bit smaller than Steve himself, Eddie is relatively well built. His muscles flex with every one of the moves he makes while ridding Steve of his clothes. The sight is lovely, made even more so by the way Eddie looks up and grins at him when he gets Steve’s pants off. Soon, they’re both naked, groin to groin, bare skin to skin – it’s hard to think about anything else when Eddie is a delightfully warm weight above him.

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers after a moment of toying with the shell of Steve’s ear. His hips are casually thrusting against Steve’s, causing the most glorious friction. It’s hard to process the words at first but Steve finally absorbs them. It takes several moments for him to find the strength to make his lips work – the roll and swivel of Eddie’s hips and the soft press of lips against sensitive skin is too much for Steve to bear.

“Don’t thank me. I want you to be happy, Eddie – “ The words are choked off when another moan rips from Steve’s throat, instead. Eddie’s making quick work of the length of Steve’s torso with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Steve’s positive he’s going to have little suck bruises and hickies down his front. The marks will stay with him for weeks until Eddie decides to put new ones there as replacement. His possessive energy is familiar and welcomed – Steve appreciates the fact that Eddie wants to mark him up. There’s been so many people that hid their connection to Steve – that battled against it in a way that still makes Steve question himself to this day. His parents, Nancy, the friends he grew up with – everyone always finds a way to push him aside when it really matters. Except Eddie. There’s no limit to the sort of claim that Eddie wants to have over Steve. It’s sort of exhilarating, being wanted that much.

All of his thoughts quickly become nonexistent as Eddie’s lips work their way down Steve’s lower stomach – he’s dangerously close to Steve’s erection that’s practically begging for attention. Before Eddie can get any further, Steve reaches down and flips their positions. The last thing he wants tonight to turn into is a reciprocated gesture that Eddie feels obligated to give. Steve’s no saint but his intentions were completely selfless and pure. He knows Eddie’s angst about prom and wanted to alleviate it. If they’re going to be intimate, Steve’s going to be an active participant. Which is how he finds himself with a mouthful of Eddie’s cock a couple of minutes later. He made quick work of tonguing at Eddie’s nipples and reducing him to moans and pleas of want. Steve’s clever and completely into the physicality of being with Eddie – he’s made it his mission to make note of and remember all the things that drive Eddie wild. Steve takes giving Eddie pleasure very seriously. Seriously enough, at least, to reduce him to mindless groans of Steve’s name more often than not.

Letting up ever so slightly, Steve draws back from Eddie’s cock, replacing the wet heat of his mouth with the tight grip of his hand, instead. Steve shifts himself on the bed until he’s in between Eddie’s legs – strong thighs wrap around him thoughtlessly. In this position, Steve can feel the way Eddie’s hips move up into the circle of his hand, the way his body aches and shivers because of Steve’s ministrations. It’s a heady thing, to realize the sort of impact he has on Eddie – Steve’s never been more proud of himself, honestly. With that in mind, he loosens his grip on Eddie’s cock and looks up with questioning eyes. “What do you want, Eddie? My hand, my mouth, my cock?” Steve asks, leaning down to press their lips together in a hot kiss. There’s no answer for a while – Steve’s plenty happy to occupy Eddie’s mouth until they can’t help but pull away to take gasping breaths.

Eddie is oddly shy when he cups Steve’s face – “I want you to fuck me,” he says with a small break in his voice. Steve’s not given much time to think about it, though – Eddie brings him down into another all-consuming kiss. Whether it’s a diversion or simply lust taking over, Steve can’t tell and at this point, he doesn’t really care. He’s too preoccupied with clever lips and an antsy hand that digs helplessly through Eddie’s bedside table. Steve moans in triumph as his fingers wrap around a tube of lube. Eddie celebrates the little victory by tangling their tongues together in the most distracting way.

Steve’s fingers are dexterous and wide as they open him up – Eddie spends most of those moments thinking about the space they fill inside of him. It’s crazy to think that Eddie made it through so many years with so much emptiness inside of him. Though he can make it through the times where Steve isn’t there, Eddie doesn’t feel complete. Things aren’t right in the world until moments like this one where Steve takes his time mapping out and staking his claim in that empty space. None of the hook ups in his past ever came close to making Eddie feel the way Steve does. That cheesy shit is about as cliché as Eddie’s desire to go to the prom in the first place. He stubbornly continues to blame it on Steve’s influence – as the moment is proving, the greatness that Steve brings to his life makes Eddie do crazy things. Like moan out Steve’s name in such a wanton way that Eddie’s sort of embarrassed to be so done in.

Though, that emotion is so fleeting, Eddie barely registers it. He’s too busy enjoying the deep thrust of Steve’s fingers. First one, and then two, and then a third that almost gives Eddie the full feeling he’s looking for. There’s only one thing that’s going to remedy the situation – though, Eddie’s learned he’s got to be patient for it. Steve can slip in so easily when Eddie gives himself a couple extra moments to relax into the feeling of fullness once again. It’s a total body thing, finally feeling complete and real again. Not only is it a physical experience for him, but Eddie’s also come to find that his psyche and emotions like to jump into the mix, too. That’s why it’s always so overwhelming and Eddie hopes the intensity of it never changes.

When Steve pulls his fingers away, Eddie lets out an undignified moan. It can’t be helped – the sudden feeling of emptiness is too much after that sweet taste of being completely fulfilled. Steve doesn’t make him wait long – he’s gotten really good about rolling a condom on one handed while the other runs soothingly up and down Eddie’s inner thigh. The cool lube Steve spreads over himself is a shock to Eddie’s system, making his hips hitch into the press of Steve’s cockhead against him. The other boy takes advantage of the move and pushes his hips forward, easily slipping himself inside of Eddie so that two becomes one in a way that it’s gloriously impossible for Eddie to puzzle out where he ends and Steve begins. It’s more satisfying than any blowjob or orgasm will ever be. Eddie’s already blown to bits by the simple act of joining together – every thrust and clever flick of Steve’s wrist is a bonus Eddie’s overwhelmingly lucky to take part in. His body feels like it’s on fire, its source stemming from a spot inside of Eddie that Steve ignites so easily. It's heat and wanting and rightness and satiation. The closer he gets to it, the more Eddie knows the spark as the flames of love that burn so damn brightly. Steve Harrington is a magician in that sense.

Little by little, Eddie loses control of himself, willingly giving it over to sure hands that hold his hips and touch him with the sort of reverence Eddie never thought he deserved. Though Steve is admittedly out for his own pleasure, he never neglects Eddie along the way. His fingers are heavy on Eddie’s skin as they skim over ticklish spots and those that are so sensitive, Eddie can’t help but clench around the thickness inside of him. Steve spends more time giving attention to those spots the closer things get to the end – Eddie’s positive Steve loves the tight heat around him. Sometimes Steve even tells Eddie so; the dirty words drip so easily from lips that look so red and innocent and pure. Their plump and kissable and cookie cutter in a way that gives Steve that boy next door look. While Eddie knows the truth, it’s sometimes hard to remember that wicked things can bubble out of Steve Harrington’s mouth, too. He’s not just great hair and a body to die for. He’s grunts and pants and syrupy sweet words that make Eddie’s cock leak precoma uncontrollably. When he gets close, Eddie can’t decide if it’s the dead on hits to his prostate or the sneaky way Steve brings heat to the party with whispered words and clever flicks of his tongue against the shell of Eddie’s ear.

Soon, there’s no space in the room for words or declarations. Both boys are tip toeing the edge, standing right on the precipice a thrust or two away from falling. Eddie’s come to enjoy these tense moments the most – his body isn’t his to control anymore, it’s just a source of hormones and feeling and enjoyment that Eddie’s merely along for the ride for. He doesn’t have to worry about Wayne’s presence or Steve’s nosy parents – Eddie’s free to moan and call out Steve’s name to his heart’s content. He’s panting and groaning through the thrusts that shift from long and languid to fast and deliberate. Steve’s got his target locked in, hitting it with expert precision each swing of his hips. Eddie’s prostate is lit up, making his entire body shutter and clench up tightly the closer his orgasm gets. Finally, it all becomes too much. “Steve – touch me, please. You have to touch me,” Eddie gasps out around a shaky breath. He’s so close to the end that the taste of it lingers in his mouth.

It takes little convincing for Steve to change his pace and shift position enough to take Eddie’s cock in hand. His hips are moving on their own accord and there’s just enough brain power left for Steve to coordinate the movement of his hand with the rest of him. These moments, the ones where Eddie completely surrenders to his pleasure, they’re the ones that Steve enjoys the most. It’s a joy to see Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, to watch his usual pale skin turn red and dewy with lingering want and desire. Never mind the fact that Eddie’s grip around his cock becomes vice-like the closer he gets to the edge. The feeling of Eddie squeezing around him with every stroke of Steve’s hand becomes something of a game. What sort of melody can they create in those last few steps towards that glorious little death. Steve sucks in a breath and buckles in for the finish – he feels it in the way Eddie tightens up before cum splashes over his fist and onto their skin. Though it’s only a mark that they see, Steve is proud to wear the evidence of Eddie’s enjoyment. He’s the reason such a beautiful person lost complete and utter control of themselves. That thought alone is enough for Steve to join Eddie in that far off state of bliss. Steve thrusts a couple more times before he tilts his head back and gasps out Eddie’s name.

There’s the haze of nothingness that surrounds Steve for a little while. He’s just conscious enough to feel Eddie’s hands running along the sweaty skin of his back. Steve recognizes that he’s still on Earth and alive, but that’s about it. He’s a collective haze of mind blowing pleasure and exhaustion that only comes from great sex. Little by little, Steve comes back to the present where Eddie is looking at him with fondness that Steve’s never known before. It’s almost shocking, to see such a soft glance directed towards him. He gulps in a couple long breaths of air before coming to terms with the fact that he’s exactly where he should be, in the arms of the one person that can actually make him feel like he matters. Steve Harrington matters to Eddie Munson, there’s no denying that. Not when Eddie clings to him and whispers “I love you” against the shell of Steve’s ear. Resurfacing in the sort of environment that fosters love is such a different experience for him. No matter how many times they do this, Steve is still taken aback by the extent of Eddie’s feelings – hell, his own feelings, too. While it’s getting easier to swallow the truth, Steve still struggles with the reality of the situation. At the end of the day, Steve’s a person that’s worth loving. At least, Eddie seems to think so.

There’s silence between them for a long time. Steve pulls out and makes quick work of the condom. He uses one of Eddie’s t-shirts from earlier in the week to clean them both off before allowing himself to relax in bed. When he does, Steve finds himself with an armful of cuddly Eddie Munson. His boyfriend is always a little clingy after they disconnect after sex. Steve still hasn’t asked why, but he recognizes the need. It’s nice to hold Eddie close, even if it’s just for a little while.

Eventually, Eddie turns into Steve’s chest, flinging an arm over him to keep him close. “You’re too much, you know that?” Eddie asks with a voice brimming with fondness. Steve knows that’s Eddie’s way of being affectionate. Grinning at that truth, Steve nods his head.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve got to keep you on your toes somehow or another.” Steve caps off his statement with a soft kiss on Eddie’s forehead. “You deserve good things, Eds. It’s nice to be able to give them to you.” And wasn’t that an understatement. The closer they get, the more Steve realizes that he and Eddie are much more alike than he ever could have thought. This love they’re creating between them is something that’s pure and real – it’s the sort of feeling Steve’s been looking to find for all of his life. Their relationship is acceptance and freedom and genuine joy – Steve can be himself and gives Eddie that same opportunity. Being able to live without stigma, that’s new to them both. But so is the all-consuming need to take care of each other. Steve’s certain that the little things they do for each other will get easier as time marches on. For now, he leans into Eddie’s joy and revels in the fact that he managed to bring out such an emotion. They’re learning how to exist outside of the norm in a reality that has monsters like Vecna and makes room for a love like theirs.

It's different but good and right in all the ways that matter. When Steve relaxes into the bed with Eddie curled into him, he closes his eyes knowing that safety and happiness are real for them and will continue to be when the new day comes. Heaven is here, right in this bed with Eddie in his arms.

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve/eddie #eddie/steve #steddie fanfic #steddie fics #the stereo's on #bobbie writes

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i think a critical difference between catradora and griddlehark is that. once catradora are actually together they’re sickeningly loud and obnoxious about it. like, they commit PDA crimes on the regular and there is no stopping them. yeah catra is kinda unsure at first but then she sees how absolutely blissed out adora is (and maybe also how jealous glimmer is) and that overrides any trepidation. griddlehark though? griddlehark i think would actually be less insufferable to be around once they stopped dancing around each other. harrow is inherently a fairly private person in a way catra isn’t and gideon would feel less compelled to constantly act out for harrow’s attention once she actually knows she has it. in private sure they’d be schmoopy as fuck in their own way but in public i think they’d fairly easily manage to be, like, proper and professional and thus utterly baffling everyone that knew them as the walking disaster zones constantly threatening to pull any bystander into the event horizon of their unreasonably dramatic mutual pining

#thinking about Them #also i can’t wait for muir to prove me so fucking wrong #i’d still be happy #the locked tomb #griddlehark #she-ra #catradora

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Nostalgia hit so hard the trauma came back....can I ask for some fluffy fics to help cope?

Hey Nonny,

I'm so so sorry you're having a rough go!

Gonna use your ask to post up my next Tooth Rotting Fluff list to help you feel better!

*HUGS*

TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF Pt 8

See also:

All Fluff Fics Masterlist (Oct. 2021)

Tooth Rotting Fluff

Hugs & Cuddles and Tooth-Rotting Fluff (Pt. 2)

Hugs & Cuddles Pt. 2 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 3 / Est. Relationship Pt. 2

Tooth Rotting Fluff Pt. 4

Platonics & Domestics Pt 2 / Hugs, Cuddles & Kisses Pt. 3 / Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 5 / Love Confessions, Slow Burn & Dev. Rel. Pt. 2 / Established Relationship Pt. 3

Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 6

Tooth-Rotting Fluff Pt. 7

Octopus by glass_rose_paperweight (G, 705 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff, Bed Sharing, Limpet Sherlock) – A week after Sherlock and John finally get together, and John is finding sharing a bed with Sherlock Holmes to be ... difficult, sometimes. If not downright suffocating.

Mizzle by MrsNoggin (K, 1,233 w., 1 Ch || Friendship, Fluff, Platonic Johnlock, Humour, Slice of Life) – John can't decide if it's raining or not. Sherlock doesn't understand.

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

Evermore by SosoHolmesWatson (G, 2,068 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4,  5-Year-Old Rosie, Love Confessions, Song Fic, Parentlock, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Disney Songs, Beauty and the Beast) – For the past years, John and Sherlock have lived at Baker Street again, raising Rosie together--as friends and nothing more. Ever since the little girl has watched her first Disney movie, she is obsessed with princesses. When John comes home one day, he finds his friend and his daughter in the middle of a reenactment of her current favourite. Part 1 of Made of Music

The Imminent Danger of a Tumblr-Night by Loveismyrevolution (T, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Tumblr Fics, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock is Out of His Depth, Humour, Fluff, Pining Sherlock, Military Kink, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock gets into trouble when he pretends to know all about John's favourite social media site - tumblr. To save face he seeks help from one of the bloggers and gains more answers than he had aimed for.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Living Musical by VeeTheRee (G, 4,149 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Hobbies, Summer, Song Fic, POV Sherlock, Painting, Play Fighting, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Love Declarations, Hair Petting, Promise of Forever) – A one-shot of John and Sherlock being domestic during summer. There is paint, fluff, and music from Imagine Dragons, namely from the album 'Speak To Me', specific song in this one-shot is 'Living Musical'. Part 1 of the Happy Fluffy Johnlock Time series

Date Night by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 4,451 w., 1 Ch. || Anxious / Worried Sherlock, Caring John, Schmoopy Fluff, Fidget Cube, Baking / Cooking, Date Night, Established Relationship, POV Sherlock Holmes, Understanding John, Grumpy Sherlock, John’s Bum, Kisses, Hugs, Domestic Fluff, Touching, Hair Petting, Light Humour) – It's John and Sherlock's first Date Night as an official couple and Sherlock needs it to be PERFECT. Mrs Hudson helps. Part 7 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

You're a Doctor, Fix me by edken (K+, 8,792 w., 2 Ch. || Humour, Romance, Sick Sherlock) – Sherlock doesn't do anything halfway, and that includes getting sick. John nurses a very sick flatmate back to health using cuddles, forehead kisses, and a massage. Humor, and fluff promised as always, but also some character analysis because who doesn't love that?

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #tooth rotting fluff #fluff fics

[orpheusredux]

I Do (And I Always Will) - Part 1

I Do (And I Always Will) - Part 1

Fic Summary: Eddie asks you to marry him on the fourth of July, when there are literally fireworks going off overhead.

Fic Rating: Fluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Season Finale Spoilers, Fix-it Fic

Fic Song: Love Is Only A Feeling - The Darkness

A/N: This is just a stream of conciousness I couldn't get out of my head and every time I came back to it there was just more schmoopy, fluffy, sweet Munson goodness coming out. It's really just head canon, just starry eyed Eddie adoration. I don't think there's any smut coming, I'm not 100% sure though, so vague warnings for future parts.

Eddie asks you to marry him on the fourth of July, when there are literally fireworks going off overhead. 

He’d made a big song and dance about not wanting to participate in “some jingoistic, state sanctioned propaganda fest” this year, out of solidarity with El. But you love Eddie, and you know him, and the idea he’d willingly miss out on a cookout at the Hoppers’ should have clued you in to something being up. 

(Eddie loves El, has been besotted with her since the moment Dustin introduced them. She’s the little sister he never knew he desperately wanted. Plus, she is actually magic. He’s wary of Jim Hopper, though. Eddie’s had more than a few run ins with over the years, but his miraculous return and metamorphosis from disgruntled Sheriff to monster-hunting Zen master, is a source of endless hilarity to him. )

Instead, Eddie asks if you want to drive up to Lover’s Lake for the weekend with him. 

“Take a roadie in the van, park up in that place, you know? The one we found last summer? Sleep in back with the doors open, watch the sun come up?”

He’d said it with his arms tightly crossed, hand trapped in his armpits, shoulders up, like he’d been bracing for a “no thanks, babe”, but you’d said yes before he’d even finished describing it. 

(Afterwards, when you come home and you’re showing everyone the ring, Robin will coo and say she’s glad he went with the pearl rather than the sapphire, so you know Eddie must have asked her what she thought you’d like, and the thought of him doing that, of him maybe telling Harrington - “I’m gonna do it man. 87, baby. This is our year” - all jittery and excited, like you know he would have been, makes you feel giddy and more happy than you ever thought it was possible to be.)

Maybe you know something’s up, too, because you have butterflies the night before, and Eddie has never made you feel like that. He’s made your knees weak, and your heart skip a beat, your skin tingle and the breath catch in your chest, but he’s never made you feel nervous, or unsure. 

It’s how you’d known it was right to kiss him that first time, under trees, by the picnic table, your legs swinging in the late summer breeze, while he messed about, trying to make you laugh, teasing. 

You’d plucked the fabric of his tee shirt and he’d fallen slowly against you, his hands landing either side of you on the table, the soft, butterfly’s kiss of his hair against your cheek; his breath against your lips as you turned your face towards him and pressed your mouth to his like a promise. 

“God, really, Princess?” 

“Yes, Eddie. Really.”

So you pack that pretty red sundress he bought you at Jackson fair in your duffle bag for the trip. The one he’d caught you looking at while the two of you strolled the stalls together, pinkies linked. The one you’d decided you couldn’t afford because it was such an indulgence when you had rent to pay, and school fees coming up. You’d left it at the fair, only to find it wrapped in white tissue paper on your bed a couple of nights later.

You can wear it on Saturday, to watch the fireworks.

(You’ll take a polaroid right after he asks, after you turn and find him behind you, down on one knee, the little blue velvet box open in his cupped hands, and a look of absolute terror on his face. You'll take a polaroid right after you look down at him, take his long, pale face in your hands, look into his wide, chocolate drop eyes, smooth your thumbs, slowly, over his cheeks and say, "Can you imagine a world, any world, where I'd say no?" You'll take a polaroid and your faces will be smushed together, and you'll be holding up your hand to show the lights of the fireworks glinting off the ring, and your smiles will be so huge, so bright, and your cheeks will be as red and delightful as the dress you’re wearing.)

He’s jittery when he arrives on Friday evening, after you finish your shift at the diner. The stereo is blasting Kiss, and he leaps out of the van and races to pick up your bag for you as you walk down the steps to the pavement. He opens the passenger door for you and asks you if you’re “all set” five times, until you’re laughing at him and telling him “yeah , baby, I’m peachy. I’m always peachy when I’m with you,” and then he loses his keys, and finds them again. They are literally in the ignition.

On the drive, he loosens up a little and so do you. You’re in charge of the stereo and you’ve spent a couple of nights this week making mixtapes, and the glove compartment is literally jammed with Eddie’s mixtapes already, so you have options.

He starts singing along to Whitesnake, and you sit sideways in your seat, knees tucked up under you so you can watch him drive, watch the way the tendons and muscles strain in his forearm when he shifts the stick, watch the fine, pale skin of his throat moving as he sings. You love his voice. It’s raspy and wild and he can do this insane Bruce Dickenson-style falsetto, and deep down just know that one day, one day someone is going to hear that voice and make him famous.

The sun sitting low above the trees when you get to the lake. The road down to the shore is strung with festoon lights and pennants for the holiday and there are lots of families already parked up, lots of tailgating and tents. It’s busy, and you knew it would be in the public areas, but the place you found last summer is on private property, out at the end of the dirt track, on the far side of the lake.

Round a bend in the coastline of the lake, there’s a stand of oaks with a gap between them that leads down to the water, just wide enough for a van to sit in. When you back in and open the doors, you have this clear view through the trees to a little beach, and out across a little beach and the water. (It's in back of his buddy Rick's place, so he knew there wouldn't be anyone else here.)

It's golden hour when you park up and throw open the back doors, and the water is literally glowing. Eddie pulls out the little camp grill and fires it up, while you make the bed on the mattress in back of the van and wriggle into your bikini under the blanket. 

He races you into the water, and you spend the glittering twilight messing around, dunking each other, playing tag and trying to do that lift from Dirty Dancing, that has you both laughing so hysterically Eddie has to drag you out of the water under one arm because he thinks you’re going to drown.

(You dragged him to the movie a couple of weeks ago, under protest He'd wanted to go see RoboCop. Again. But he has almost never been able to say no to you, and so you ended up watching this film together. You'd bee totally unprepared for how much it affected you, how good their love is, how unfairly Johnny is treated, how much you felt like that was you and Eddie on the screen. You didn't want to look at him and see him hating it, because you were loving it so much, and you didn't want him being bored out of his mind to bum you out. But then half way through you feel his thigh pressed into yours jiggling during the dance scenes, and when it was over he tried to hide how red and damp his eyes were. And when you get to the van, he races to open the door for you, saying, “no one puts baby in the corner” and gets so choked up you have to stand there hugging for a minute.)

After you dry off, Eddie will roll you a fat jay, and you’ll sit in the back of the van, your legs swinging and smoke is as the sun goes down. Then you'll both get the mean munchies, and he'll cook hotdogs and you'll make s’mores by the light of the camp fire. Then you’ll sit, huddled together under a blanket with the van doors open, and watch the Junebugs flitting between the trees and listen to the sounds of the families camping, echoing from the far side of the lake. 

You’ll smile at each other, and kiss, and whisper the sweetest of nothings. And he’ll stroke your cheek with the back of his finger and call you his girl, and you’ll realize you may not have a pot to piss in, but tomorrow night the Clark County fireworks display will go up over the treetops, and it will be beautiful. But you’ll be with Eddie, and what could be more beautiful than that?

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader #stranger things #strangerthings 4 #hawkins #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff

[originalsoulduck]

I'm ultra schmoopy right now and therefore I've been listening to Still the One on repeat (thankfully I have no co-workers who can stop me).

I'm just thinking about being high school sweethearts with Hotch, or having been with him a long time regardless and the team + SOs gather at a bar, or even at the wedding of a team member and Hotch, with his goofy/romantic self that rarely gets seen publicly has this song played and gets you dancing. Of course, he sings along because thems the rules. But I'm just all :3 over here about that because it's so sweet and pure.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #I'm back #Spotify

[g00mbers]

Sunnydrop/Moondrop x Reader hc's ☀️🌙

i am not an x reader writing account but you can request a animatronics if you'd like to (ALSO this was written before the actual game came out and also their personalitys! If something's off it's because of that)

• When Sundrop realize that they have fallen for you , they will try to impress you so hard , like constantly doing tricks , handling the shows carefully and little things hoping that you may notice ☀️

• Moondrop is probably like a cat?? In some sense like they will start as aggresive or even scary , but when you less expect it they will be around your arms in no time (then will push you out again to then proceed to ask for attention. AGAIN) 🌙

•Sundrop oftenly gifts you candy since it's the only autorized thing they're permitted to give to customers , but you're their favorite so yknow , extra candy ☀️

• Moondrop often struggles with their way of words towards you , they always come talking in a rude/creepy manner but deep down they hope you dont get too offended and start evading them 🌙

• Moondrop totally surprise-hugs you (only if you two have trust already) , they kinda enjoy seeing you scared , but in a playful way of course! (They try not to hurt you) , otherwise if you two dont trust each other yet , they will just jump out of something out of nowhere 🌙

• (hc?) I like to think Sundrop is a great dancer! They would probably like to teach you and encourage you to dance with them! , they just love the quality time next to you ☀️

• Sundrop tends to stare at you for some uncomfortable amount of time , nothing creepy , they just think you're cute , if you notice and return the stare they will just automatically turn around like nothing happened in an embarassed way ☀️

• Moondrop does the same but if you return the stare it will probably hiss at you and just dissapear in the dark??? Creepy funky dude (affectionate) 🌙

• When the time for the lights to turn off starts arriving , Sundrop will probably notice by the schedule and try to push you out in order for you to be safe of their Evil counterpart , will probably panic if you refuse to go away :( ☀️ (he cares about you)

• If you hug them , it will be the coldest hug of your life (of course , the metal) , but Sundrop/Moondrop would absolutely melt in the hug , Moondrop hesitating at first but they will soon warm up to the idea ☀️🌙

• Sundrop uses Weirdly cute nicknames to you , like the nicknames are just uh.. strange but fun in some sense! like: Silly Goof , Schmoopy , McDreamy , "My little peanut" , you probably hate or love the nicknames or have mixed feelings about it , the most normal nickname they have ever gave to you is "my Sunshine!" ☀️

#sunnydrop #x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf #gender neutral reader #Moondrop #hello simps come get your food #five nights at freddy's security breach #moondrop x reader #sunnydrop x reader

[fonulyn]

happy birthday @tatsueli 💖 i hope you have a wonderful day 💖 here have some chreon and dancing ;) (feat. a bit of claire :’D)

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“Chris, please, I’m begging you.”

With a sigh, Chris let his eyes fall shut. Maybe if he wasn’t looking at Claire’s huge, pleading eyes he wouldn’t actually fold like a house of cards like he always did when she asked something of him. He’d always been ridiculously bad at denying her anything, ever since their parents died and it was just the two of them against the world.

But this? This was too much.

“Why can’t you ask… someone else?” Chris tried lamely, looking up at her and damnit. He took a sip of his beer, desperately wishing it was something stronger. “Aren’t you supposed to dance with Steve?”

“I’m marrying him, of course we’re going to dance at the wedding,” Claire answered with a truly impressive eyeroll. “But it’s a tradition to have a father-daughter dance, and if you haven’t noticed, our father has kind of been dead for twenty five years!” She’d been trying to convince him for so long that she was beginning to get frustrated, but somehow she swallowed it down and grabbed one of his hands in both of hers, waiting for his full attention.

“You’re my brother, Chris. You’re my closest family,” she said gently, smiling at him. “It would mean a lot to me.”

It was game over, then. Helpless to resist, Chris nodded. “Alright. Sign me up for those lessons.”

And as Claire threw herself at him for a hug, he figured that things could be worse. 

*

“Leon, please, I’m begging you.”

Unimpressed, Leon gave Claire a disbelieving look. “Why the hell would you sign Chris up for dancing lessons on Saturdays?” There was something fishy about this. She’d had her nonprofit organization for years and she’d been busy pretty much every single Saturday for at least the past two. So for her to sign Chris up for the lesson that took place Saturday mornings was just… plain stupid or some kind of a devious plan. And Claire wasn’t stupid.

“It was an honest mix-up,” Claire explained, trying to blink at him from the big pleading eyes that worked on Chris every single time. On Leon? Maybe two times out of three. “I requested the ones on Sunday but apparently the class is so full they bumped some people on Saturdays. And I can’t change it now! The wedding is in five months and he needs to know how to waltz before that.”

“And you’re asking me because?” Leon still wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about this. Dancing lessons alone weren’t something he’d want to spend his scarce free time on, and doing dancing lessons just to serve as someone to get their feet tread on by Chris? Even less so. “You could’ve asked Jill. Or Sheva. Or, I don’t know, Rebecca?”

“That’s so old fashioned, c’mon,” Claire said, rolling her eyes. “I didn’t think you of all people would be so heteronormative.”

“Fine,” Leon groaned, “Barry? Carlos? Piers? Jake?”

Claire slapped his shoulder to shut him up. “You’re being an asshole,” she grumbled. “If you want, I can give you detailed reasons why I think you’re the best candidate. But here’s the top two: you actually know how to dance, and Chris likes you. None of the others have both of those in their favor.”

Somehow Leon had a feeling he would end up regretting this. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.” 

*

“Jesus Christ, Chris,” Leon hissed, trying to keep his voice down so that their dancing instructor – a lovely lady with a sweet smile and absolutely wretched temper – wouldn’t hear them and come set them straight once again. “If you step on my toes one more time I might never walk again!”

That immediately sent a wave of guilt through Chris and he looked down, sheepish and apologetic. He tried to let go of Leon and step back, but Leon didn’t let him. “No,” he said, drawing Chris’ attention back to himself. “I’m not listening to another lecture on how we’re doing this wrong.” There was a small grin tugging at his lips, and it immediately made Chris relax a fraction. “Hold me close, Redfield.”

That drew a small smile from Chris, who even huffed out the tiniest of laughs and obediently tightened his hold where his hand was on Leon’s waist. They’d already been told off multiple times because apparently they weren’t close enough and that was why they were tripping on each other’s feet all the time. “I’m sorry,” he apologized anyway, “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

And he wasn’t, he truly wasn’t. He’d tried his very best to pay attention, to focus on the steps and to commit them to memory. Truthfully he didn’t think he was that bad at learning new skills, and he at least understood music so getting a hang of the rhythm shouldn’t have been impossible. Yet the second they started moving all he could think of was how warm Leon was right there against him, how they were so close all he’d need to do was tilt his head and he could kiss—no.

“Chris!”

Ah damn, Chris thought, grimacing and stilling in his movements. The second he’d let himself get distracted he’d again stepped on Leon’s toes. “Sorry,” he said, for the millionth time that day. If it had even been their first session, he might’ve been excused, but this was already the sixth Saturday they spent with him treading on Leon’s feet and apologizing nonstop.

Instead of being angry about it, Leon gave him a weirdly calculating look, before gracefully stepping back and out of the circle of Chris’ arms. “C’mon,” he said, using the hold he still had of Chris’ hand to pull him along. As they passed the instructor, currently correcting another dancing pair, Leon only waved at her quickly. “We’ll be back.”

Confused, Chris let Leon lead him outside to the parking lot, all the way to the furthest corner that was shadowed by the large trees as it was right next to a park. There Leon turned back to face him, stepping uncomfortably close until they were in their dancing position again. “So,” he started, drawing Chris’ attention. “Let’s try this again, without pressure.”

“I don’t think—” Chris started to protest. It wasn’t the pressure that made it impossible for him to learn the steps, it was Leon.

Leon was having none of it, though. He started moving, and even if he was still going through the steps Claire would be dancing at the wedding, he was definitely the one leading and Chris was helplessly along for the ride. “You think too much,” he said, pulling Chris along. “Just focus on staying close and mirror what I do.”

“This is—” Chris started but yet again he was cut off, as Leon unceremoniously picked up the pace and started swirling them around the parking lot. It was faster than inside, faster than the waltz would be at the wedding, and somehow the pace meant that Chris didn’t have any time to focus on anything else. He was forced to simply try to keep up, all of his focus on making his feet work quick enough.

And suddenly he didn’t step on Leon’s toes even once.

They kept dancing around the parking lot for what felt like a small eternity, and when Leon finally slowed down until they came to a halt, Chris couldn’t stop practically beaming at him. “How did you do that!?” he asked, honestly impressed.

“You just needed to get out of your head,” Leon said, flashing Chris a grin. He let go of Chris’ hand, but his other hand remained on Chris’ shoulder, as if he’d forgotten it there. Not that Chris minded it, at all, even if the way they stood there nearly chest to chest was probably a bit too close to be entirely appropriate. “Why are you so nervous about this? Claire isn’t expecting you to be brilliant, you just need to twirl her around the dance floor for two minutes and that’s it.”

“It’s not her,” Chris admitted, his throat suddenly dry. Maybe it was because they were alone that he found the courage from somewhere, or maybe it was Leon’s palm on his shoulder, maybe it was something else entirely… but somehow Chris dug up the courage to blurt out the truth. “It’s you.”

“Me?” Leon asked, confused.                                                                  

“Leon, I…” Chris grimaced a little, cursing how decidedly not-suave he was. “When you’re this close to me? All I can think of is how it would be to kiss you.”

Leon’s expression morphed into a shocked one, before something like understanding dawned on his features. To Chris’ surprise, he didn’t get mad or demand an explanation, he didn’t make a big deal out of it at all. Instead of anything more dramatic all he did was shift a little closer, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a grin. “Then do it.”

“Then d—” Chris choked. He looked at Leon. Unblinkingly, Leon looked back.

So Chris leaned in.

#chreon #chris redfield #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #my fics #my chreon fics #schmoopy dancing #getting together #thanks claire lol #oh also #claire redfield #even tho only at the beginning but #she's kinda important :'D

[keylimeimagines]

ooo oo !!! may I request Sunnydrop with an S/O who LOVES dancing and goofing around with him while on the job? I think that would be really cute !! ♡ thank you in advance !

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE???? OF COURSE ILL WRITE IT <3 hope you enjoy!! (this will be a gender-neutral s/o, as always!)

oh boy- this boy is so in love <3

whenever they goof off with the kids and such, sunny’s just sitting there with hearts in his eyes just like 💗💗

he would definitely dance around with them when alone (or maybe with the kids too!! who knows!!) and he just has this smile on his face the entire time :)

ARTS AND CRAFTS IS BIG WITH THIS DUDE, like seriously!! he would love to just make silly lil puppet shows with his s/o, with the goofy voices and all

he’s gonna fall harder for them if they are really good with kids as well!! he’s simping full time :)

goofy nicknames will definitely go between the two of them, things like “bubba”, “sugarplum”, “schmoopy”, you name it (moondrop hates it)

the kids tease Sunny about the nicknames and the other goofy couple stuff (some even fake gag but whatever 🙄), not that he cares, he just loves his goofy s/o <3

playing in the ball pit is definitely gonna happen once or twice (falling in it is also very common for the two)

overall, sunny with a goofy s/o would be the cutest thing ever and i love it <3 !!

#f/o imagines #sunnydrop #sunrise #fnaf #sunrise fnaf #sunnydrop fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach #sunnydrop x reader #sunrise x reader #x reader #x s/o #vee's headcanons

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

killing eve finale thoughts! (the 1 am edition)

three to five bullets is just a flesh wound, okay!!!!!!!! also, i appreciated how it ended immediately on that scene, so i can forever imagine that villanelle gets med evac’d and saved, like she absolutely would if there was a season five on the way, rather than it having done a “here’s eve sad and alone in the future!” thing. i’m just saying: this leaves us in a good place, fanfic-wise. i simply refuse to accept that villanelle floated away like jack dawson, never to be seen again. (also, i see u with your romantic leo movie bookends, season four.)

i’m gonna have to think more on what i think about them deciding to kill villanelle. it was so sudden and left us so suddenly in that moment that i’m just gonna have to muse. like a lot of s4 plot developments, i’m left kinda like “huh?” without feeling like there’s a lot behind it. i think if both of them had died or if both of them had lived would’ve hit harder in a more satisfying way. i know this is a sappy take, but i think this show was so much about figuring your life out and figuring out what made you feel authentically alive that they should’ve both lived.

but also villanelle isn’t dead, she’s at the hospital by now with eve by her side, so that’s okay.

also: what the hell, carolyn?? i don’t get it! someone explain what that was supposed to be for.

this was suuuuuuuuuuch a lovely testament to eve and villanelle’s connection and their love for each other, i was frankly in heaven the entire time. the humor, the snark, the fondness, the scar-caressing, the making fun of an annoyingly schmoopy couple, the psychopathic curly fries, ALL OF IT! all the fond looks and laughs. AAAAAAAAAH.

that KISSING, omg, oh my godddddddddddd. *cries forever* the passion, the fondness, the bliss, the fact that they were walking and kissing because they couldn’t stop kissing, villanelle following her over to the other van door and us just hearing eve’s laughter … FINALLY!!!!!! man, that did NOT disappoint. also, i love that they finally kissed right after peeing in the woods together at a shockingly close proximity. (after making fun of the other couple for not being able to pee in front of each other, hahaha.) that’s ROMANCE, baby!

the idea that they got each other’s future cards in the tarot because they were that entangled ……… i need a minute. :’( really loved how eve looked like the sun in her yellow turtleneck dancing with the wedding guests!

i was SO hoping there would be a callback to “tell me”, since the bridge scene is (i don’t know if you guys have heard about this) MY LIFE, so it playing while eve delivered a wedding speech inspired by their love while villanelle watched fondly was frankly heaven to me.

also we got a villanave hug!!!!!!! i wanted one so badly and didn’t dare to ever hope!!!!!!!! sure, it ended in the worst way possible, but they still HUGGED.

you know what, i honestly kind of liked that the whole “resolution” to the twelve plot was villanelle just killing a random room of people interspersed with eve busting out a sweet dance move at a wedding, because it handled the twelve plot with about as much narrative complexity as i think it deserves, i.e. none.

i didn’t think this season was very good overall, but i DO think it was worth it just to get the eve/v interaction we got in this episode. (however, i do think that ending it on 3.08 would’ve technically been a better ending for the series. but you will pry this villaneve content from my cold dead hands!)

OH, EVE AND VILLANELLE, MY BBS! GOODBYE TO SOME OF THE BEST CHEMISTRY HAVERS IN THE UNIVERSE, AND ONE OF THE GREATEST AND HOTTEST AND WEIRDEST LOVE STORIES EVER TOLD!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN THE COMPLICATED LIGHT OF MY LIFE THESE PAST MANY YEARS!!!!!!!! i truly never would have dared to dream in season one that you would get to fall so deeply and sincerely and joyfully in love.

my boyfriend: “at least they got to do it in the van. that was a post-doin’-it driving look if i ever saw one.”

i might write fix-it fic. i might have to.

p.s. eve full-on dug a lady’s eyeballs out!

#dollsome's deep thoughts #killing eve #killing eve spoilers

[fandomfluffandfuck]

OKAY OKAY OKAY. RANDOM THOUGHT JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD. MODERN!BUCKY IS THE FIRST PERSON THAT STEBE DANCES WITH AFTER THE ICE AND WHEN THEYRE SLOW DANCING AND BEING ALL SCHMOOPY AND CUTE ALL HE CAN THINK IS “I’VE FINALLY FOUND THE RIGHT PARTNER” 😭😭😭😭

W H Y WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

#asks #cautiondonotmicrowaveme #shrunkyclunks #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #captain america steve #modern bucky #fic

[turtle-steverogers]

Mikey if you get a chance, could you just write something Schmoopy please (it’s a real word). i would truly listen to you talk about stucky doing dishes, you manage to capture them so well 💜

OF COURSE! Schmoopy coming right up! and truly?? i'm going to talk about them doing the dishes, because lbr domestic stucky is top tier

Okay SO

Dishes are a whole EVENT in the Barnes-Rogers household, because as much as it's easy to just toss everything in the dishwasher and forget about it, they're inclined to do little things like that "the old fashioned way". Old habits die hard, and sure the future is convenient, but some things are little comforts when they can take the time to indulge.

And it's a chore they've done together as long as they've known each other. Whether it was washing the dishes for Winnie while Becca and Gracie screamed in the other room, or having a quiet night in their own apartment 10 years later, washing the dishes while listening to the radio, it's always been something methodical and reflexive they love doing together. A seamless network-- an easy, flowing routine.

So even now, Bucky will turn on the record player they keep in the living room, music wafting into the kitchen as Steve scrubs the dishes and Bucky dries them and puts them away. They talk idly about gossip or their days, and occasionally Bucky will swat Steve on the bum with the towel he's using. Inevitably it ends with a splash fight or Bucky coaxing Steve away from the sink by his belt loops and dancing him around the kitchen while he sings along loudly to Lady Gaga and Steve laughs, bright red in the face.

#DOMESTIC BOYSSSS #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #mikey answers