#that’d be so funny if my best friend found out over that

[jockbroski34]

The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester.  Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore.  He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school.  Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was.  He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball.  He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys.  A lot of guys wished they could be him.  I, however, wanted to be with him.  Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind.  At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him.  Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle.  His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place.  His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school.  He didn’t come off like the rest of them though.  His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks.  He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked.  Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried.  It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin.  I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention.  It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating.  The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class.  Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him.  He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct!  I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled.  “You always look like you’re off in your own little world.  But you still manage to do well.  You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.”  Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies.  Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s.  He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed.  All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework.  He helped clarify things for me thankfully.  I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you?  That’s his hat, right?”  he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.”  It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today?  If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next.  I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.”  I don’t know why I said that.  We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were.  I’m also not on the baseball team.  Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  He was probably long gone anyways.  After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat.  I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used.  I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on.  Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again.  I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.  It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s.  It’s not like he had lice or anything.  What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would.  Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped.  The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping.  The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened.  My watch skipped a tick.  But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I looked really good in it.  I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league.  Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face.  A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me.  Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore.  I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra.  I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out.  I must’ve lost track of time.  As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason.  I never used to make much of an impression on most people.  I was quiet and had only a couple friends.  Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?”  the teacher remarked.  Very funny.  I always showed up on time.  I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right.  My body squeezed tight into the desk.  I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler.  Weird.  Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative.  I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering.  I still felt a couple of their eyes on me.  I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room.  She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends.  Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion.  She was cute, but definitely out of my league.  I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today.  Something must be wrong.  The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache.  I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne.  I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch.  I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food.  Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time.  But for some reason, I didn’t really want to?  That’s weird for me.  I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally.  Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name.  They were two jocks.  I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot.  What did they want?  I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind.  Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym.  Wanna come with?”  the other jock asked me.  Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious?  Did these jocks actually think I was one of them?  I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed.  Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys.  My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them.  For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time.  I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before.  They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends.  I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me.  Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks?  It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad.  Thought you were someone else.  He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank?  He obviously knew my number.  Of course he knows who I am.  Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks.  I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends.  You know, my real friends.  I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed.  Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein.  I swear I almost never eat this much.  The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself.  But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them?  I had class soon.  But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros.  I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them.  As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym.  I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts.  To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine.  I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift.  It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner.  By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class.  But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.  There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron.  At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him.  Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself.  He could always just get another one, right?  I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear.  Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that.  I shrugged it off.  They can stare all they want for all I care.  I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen.  If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with.  But in such a short amount of time?  With no prior lifting experience?  That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today.  All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later?  I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period.  Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave.  I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who?  Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?”  he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy!  You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude.  Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro.  My bad.”  I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with.  But as I looked at him, I realized something.  He was wearing his hat!  But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it?  “I thought you lost your hat.  How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude.  One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do.  But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up.  You’ll impress the ladies.”  But I was gay.  And I’ve only had this hat for a day.  If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine?  I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other.  Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out.  Was it because we were going to practice?  I’ve never played baseball in my life.  Nah, that can’t be right.  I feel like I’ve swung a bat before…  We went into the locker room to change.  I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there.  Someone else’s was.  Someone much stronger and much taller than me.  That wasn’t me.  It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match.  There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron.  This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall.  I walked closer.  “Aaron” walked closer.  I moved my hand to feel my face.  So did “Aaron”.  A dull, confused look appeared on his face.  Had I really become him?  But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing.  Then who am I?  Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier?  I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name.  That’s…Aaron’s?  Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married.  As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday.  I knew my birthday, and it was in January.  Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror.  It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream.  It was like I was his twin!  Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters.  At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed.  Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis.  I realized that this all started when I wore his hat.  I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.  My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro?  Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me.  I think it runs in the blood, you know.  You like that, right?”  He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head.  I nodded.  I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection.  I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body.  At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin.  The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together.  This is all you ever wanted, right?”  He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him.  Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong.  But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro.  This shit’s the life, dude.”  I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that.  The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro.  I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood.  As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen…  I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back?  During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.  I remember.”  But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right?  I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right?  One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game.  I’ve never been more proud of you bro.”  Aaron patted me on the back.  I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it.  That year, our baseball team was the best in the state.  And I…led our team to a championship?  As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real.  But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away.  Turns out that I was the brother he never had.  We were a pair.  We complemented each other perfectly.  I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school.  I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro?  That’s gay as shit.  And weird.  This was my own twin we were talking about.  Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too.  After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…”  Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro!  I was just saying how good your hat looks on you.  Come on, let’s go.”  I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother.  Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as.  Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock.  I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic.  Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree.  But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school.  I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this.  But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times.  I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again.  I remembered I kinda struggled with this class.  I sat behind my bro as usual.  I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework.  I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class.  When I asked him, he wouldn’t say.  It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me.  We practically knew everything about each other after all.  After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro.  I think I was just up too late partying the other day.  And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.”  I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.”  Mr. Martin smiled.  “I won’t leave you too long.  I know you two have your hands full with practice today.  Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see.  It suits you well, Aiden.”  I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left.  Mr. Martin was always cool.  I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here.  I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what?  I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros.  I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways.  Probably nothing important.  As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school.  I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights.  All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift.  Must run in the blood.  After school, I went to practice with Aaron.  We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer.  We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition.  Man, this was the life.  I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

#jock #jock bro #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #male hypnosis #male tf #male transformation #mental change #muscle tf #dumbing down #dumb jock #dumber #reality change #reality shifting #alternate reality #nerd to jock #muscle transformation #muscle #reprogramming #himbo tf #himbo #himbofication #frat bro #frat boy #backwards cap #fuckboi #fuck boy #gay to straight #college jock

[piratefishmama]

For One Night Only | Part 3

“Steve?!”

“Nance!” The reunion was abrupt, two bodies colliding in the middle of the room amidst makeup artists and stylists in a tight hug that wound up with Steve being lifted off of the floor by little miss badass herself, Nancy Wheeler. “Jeez! Hitting the gym much?” He laughed as she set his whole 5’10 stocky mass back down on the carpet.

“Only on the weekends, running around after these idiots is great cardio, keeps me in tip top shape, what’re you doing here?”

“Munson needed a date to this fancy award thing, I got the invite, you know me, love being pampered and showered with attention. I thought you and Barb were in Cali with the Byers?” Even though she and Jonathan weren't dating anymore, both realising they found their best friends way more compatible with themselves than each other, they still had plenty of love for each other, enough to spend a week just getting baked on the beach together once every few months.

“That’s next month after the events season is up, still running ragged this month. These lot have got radio shows tomorrow afternoon and evening, and they’re invited to a premier next weekend for something that used one of their songs in the soundtrack, it’s… hectic. God it’s been…what—”

“Few years since face to face" they'd kept up the catch up phone calls though, their "babies first love" hadn't worked out but they made excellent friends. "You look good Nance…”

“I feel good… less stressed. Weirdly enough.” She didn’t have to deal with asshole bosses and sexism in the workplace, she just had to deal with nerds, and the nerds respected her. “Did Eddie tell you about the whole journalism thing?”

“That you finally told them to go suck several severely unwashed dicks? Not in those exact words but I’m proud of you Nance, I know it’s what you wanted to do but—”

“Sometimes we don’t know what we want until we’ve tried it and it sucks. Barb walked out with me flipping the whole office off, it was glorious.” She finished as he nodded, smiling brightly at the knowledge that Barb had stuck by her in that too, because of course she had, when had Barb ever not stuck by her? “So I see this whole thing is still working out nicely for you” She motioned to the entirety of him as he flourished his hands in a tadah motion. “You look good, it’s a good look on you, this job.” He got paid handsomely for doing something he genuinely enjoyed, he dressed well, he smelled good, he looked like he was worth a lot of money.

“Not to parrot you but, god Nance I feel good too, I’ve been seeing this funny old woman lately, she’s hilarious and her cookie recipe is to die for, if you ever get a moment, you should come with me one day she’ll talk your ear off about the most ridiculous shit.” He adored Gladys, she deserved the world, she was a welcome switch up to the occasional sexual hire he’d get, some people needed a damn good release, others needed to just talk to someone who’d listen.

He enjoyed both kinds of people.

“Okay so is someone going to explain what the hell Steve Harrington is doing in our room?” Gareth finally decided to break the baffled silence that’d fallen over the rest of the Corroded Coffin members as Nancy and Steve caught up like little old ladies meeting for a senior special at the local cafe.

“He’s my date!” Eddie chirped, tone dripping in smug with a grin to match. He’d parked his rear back into his own chair, allowing the stylists they hired to fuss a little more over his hair.

“No really.” Gareth deadpanned “What’s Steve Harrington doing in our room?”

“I just told you!” Eddie squawked indignantly, almost offended at how little Gareth believed in him. “I hired him, yes, but he’s still my date.”

Steve smiled and stepped forward in his defence though, “No he’s right… I am his date for the evening, and I really hope I can start fresh with you guys too, I know I wasn’t the best person in Hawkins, I don’t remember much of it, my memory isn’t great, but Eddie tells me I let some shit happen that I definitely should have put a stop to—” Tommy pushing Jeff into a locker, for example “so, i’m sorry for everything, I am, truly, I really hope you can forgive me.” The last thing he wanted was a tense night around the band.

He wanted to get along with them, not just for the sake of his job, but also because he actually was hitting it off with Eddie, he liked Eddie, Eddie was sweet, and prettier than he remembered any boy in Hawkins ever being.

That being said he really didn’t remember much.

“Okay so. It looks like Steve Harrington, it has Steve Harrington’s voice, and yet it says magical things that couldn’t possibly come from Steve Harringt-ow!” Eddie, thankfully the closest sat next to him, thumped Jeff in the arm “what the hell man?”

“We’re not dumb kids anymore, dude. Everyone’s grown here. Let’s keep the past where it belongs, yeah?”

“Would you say the same shit about Hargrove too?” Now Steve did remember Billy Hargrove, hard to forget a man like Hargrove, giant douchebag, hadn’t thought about him in years though, had no idea where he ended up and didn’t care to think about it. Just knew Nancy’s brother Mike was friends with the guys sister, Max.

Steve actually found himself frowning deeply at the idea that they associated the memory of high school him with Hargrove of all people.

“Ew no, but Steve never actually physically did anything to you, he just kinda… watched it happen, and he only did that once, sure it was still shitty but it ain’t the same and you know it ain’t the same.”

“Listen… I don’t expect forgiveness after a single apology out of nowhere, I didn’t reach out and I don’t even remember what happened, it’s all by sheer coincidence that I’m even here with the opportunity to apologise, but I do have a job to do here, and I intend to do it so I’d really appreciate it if we could at least put that past behind us for tonight, and if you want to hold a grudge, just save it for after the cameras finish rolling, okay? Not for my sake, but for your own. Do you really want the press to spin some bullshit Yoko story about how your front man is spending time with a guy you all hate? How it’s pulling you apart?”

The big one was the first to speak after that, Steve couldn’t remember his name either, but he knew it began with Fr… His brain supplied ‘Freak’ but that probably wasn’t it. “You know about Yoko?”

“I don’t live under a rock.”

“Nah just in a fancy penthouse apartment with a bitchy little Pomeranian and a walkin closet bigger than… than… uh— okay I was gonna say my apartment but I’m rich now so—” Eddie sniggered as Jeff floundered trying to be witty.

“First of all, I have a cat, her name is Mocha and she’s a queen” a severely pampered colourpoint ragdoll currently being fawned over by her usual cat sitters Robin and Vickie “and second this job requires a walk in closet bigger than some houses, do you think a rich client wants to see the same outfit twice? Man I have a whole section dedicated solely to lingerie.” Eddie nearly choked on his own saliva.

Steve in lingerie Steve in lingerie Steve in lingerie Steve in lingerie Steve in lingerie— shit he was still talking.

“Now, are we going to get our stories straight, or are we going to continue wasting time discussing my adolescent character flaws?”

Gareth finally piped up “Man, do you really have a whole closet section dedicated to lingerie?” And Steve just sighed.

#For One Night Only #PirateWrites #ficlet #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Corroded Coffin #yes. yes he does have a whole closet section dedicated to that #BARB LIVES

[cupidsanne]

Only For You ✢ Mike Faist Imagine

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ The night of your wedding, mike has a meaningful surprise for you. <3

WARNINGS! ✦ No warnings, so sweet it may be corny, sfw!

NOTES! ✦ sorry this took so long to get done! I’ve been busy, and not proof read oops!!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

You stumbled into the suite with Mike hot on your tail. Your cheeks hurting from all the smiling and laughter that you had from earlier. The both of you high off of positive energy from the reception. Alcohol and cake buzzing in your system.

You flopped yourself onto the bed with a laugh, nothing was particularly funny, but you were filled with so much joy. Marrying your best friend, your family and his showing their love, amazing food, and your dream wedding, it couldn’t be anymore perfect. You would definitely count this as the best day of your life.

Mike flopped down alongside of you, basking in the comfort of the bed and of your presence. A smile spread wide on your face before he spoke.

“What’re you smiling for?” He asked, not aware a smile was creeping on his face as well. You leaned over a bit on top of him.

“I’m smiling about how comfortable this bed is— not the fact that I just got married and had the time of my life!” You retorted. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that right now.”

“I know, I know,” Mike chuckled. “I’m just teasing. We’re married now, you’d think you’d be used to this.”

“I’m used to it alright.” You smiled while giving him an eye roll.

“What we’re you thinking about as you were walking down the aisle? Be honest.” Mike changed the subject. He was staring up at you dreamily, but his tone was a bit more serious.

You rested your head on your hand while looking down towards him. You thought back to the hours previously from the wedding and trying to remember what was going through your mind. It took a second to think from the alcohol in your body, as well as the sight of Mike looking so handsome near you.

“I won’t lie, I was tearful a bit.” You answered.

“I noticed.” Mike added.

“Not out of sadness though, but I was definitely overwhelmed. I was really happy, and anxious, but mostly happy.”

His face fell into concern. “Why were you anxious?”

“I don’t know…” You expressed sheepishly. “Maybe that’d you say no? I think I was just fearing for the worst at any moment, cause anything could happen.”

“That’s understandable, but I wouldn’t have said no. Especially if I’m the one who proposed.” Mike insisted.

“It can happen…! Yet I’m glad it didn’t. It was just my mind trying to stress me out.” You assured him. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let you say no anyways. I would’ve chased you cause you’re my boo!” You smiled while playfully caressing his cheek. Mike grumbled and moved his face away from you.

“Don’t call me that! That nickname is corny.” He ordered. You ignored his complaints and kept teasing him.

“Sorry… boo!” You egged on before laughing at yourself. Mike found it funny how you could always find yourself so amusing from the simplest things.

Mike laughed a bit alongside you. “You play too much, and you think my teasing is bad.”

“This is why we’re a perfect match.” You grinned.

“I guess you’re right.” He expressed happily.

As he was talking you started glancing down more to his lips, no matter how dim the room was, the color of his lips still radiated a pink tone. Maybe it was the alcohol, but has his lips always looked so warm?

“Oh, I have a surprise for you.” Mike realized and began to lean up away from the bed. A slight feeling of disappointment washed upon you since you wanted to just lie there and look at him all day.

“Surprise?” You said curiously.

“Yup. Let me go get it.”

He swiftly got up from his spot and went to a different room. You rose up from your spot.

“You didn’t have to get me anything!” You called out. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“I know, but you’ll like this one.” He answered from the hall. You shook your head with a smile and sat patiently. You weren’t going to put up a fight, how could you deny anything from him?

A few moments later, he walked back into the room with a beautiful crafted acoustic guitar. He sat on the ottoman across the bed. You gasped pleasantly.

“What is this?” You inquired with an amused smile.

“I know I sing on the occasion, but hardly ever do I sing for you.” Mike said bashfully while tuning the guitar. “So I decided to do a little something, last minute.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to smack his shoulder at the “sing on the occasion” remark, because Mike has been on broadway more than once or if you wanted to jump on him at the sweet thought. You couldn’t do anything but to beam brightly.

The guitar was gorgeous. It had a simple look, but it looked very pristine in his hands. It was cream colored, with the sides sleek in brown to compliment the look. You couldn’t look closely at the guitar, but the strings looked to have a gold tint.

“Mike…” You smiled. Even though he didn’t even start performing yet, you were already impressed and swooned with him. “You’re too sweet.”

“Only for you.” Mike replied. You knew he was just fibbing, he was sweet to anyone who passed him. You weren’t going to rebuttal his statement though. You could only reply with a smile, cheeks becoming sore from all the joy in your face. He didn’t need a verbal response though, and began to look down to the guitar, strumming the beginning chords.

#mike faist x female reader #mike faist x you #mike faist headcanons #mike faist x reader #mike faist imagine #mike faist fanfiction #mike faist #mike faist x wife reader

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Seventeen as “annoying” cliché couple troupes

Scoups - Overprotective

It was Dino’s birthday and so you were over at Scoups’ house with the members to celebrate. You were close to the youngest member, having dated Scoups for years now you’d watched Dino grow up and looked after him when he was just a teenager. So of course you made a big fuss of Dino on his birthday each year and maknae loved the attention. Scoups had no problem with you being friendly to Dino...it was more Dino’s reaction he didn’t like because Dino clearly had a crush on you.

He noticed how Dino’s eyes lit up when he said your name and how he’d always notice when you entered a room. He’d do anything you asked him to and while some of the members thought it was cute and harmless Scoups didn’t. 

Dino was opening his presents and you were sat beside him commenting on all the things he received. Dino frowned as he opened a formal jacket from The8 but you smiled. “Dino this is great! It will totally go with that green shirt you can never pair with anything!”. Dino’s face immediately turned into a smile and he held the jacket like it was precious. “Yeah you’re right! Thanks The8″. You smiled obliviously but Scoups wasn’t and he needed to remind Dino of that. 

Woozi smirked as Scoups casually put an arm around you and onto the arm of your chair separating you and Dino. Anytime Dino leant closer Scoups would “suddenly” move his arm knocking him slightly and making him lean away from you. You were oblivious and just kept chatting with everyone but Scoups was scanning everything and kept checking Dino. He finally caught Woozi staring at him and frowned mouthing “what?”. Woozi grinned and pointed at Dino and then imitated Scoups’ arm. Scoups blushed slightly and quickly looked away but he still didn’t move his arm. 

You were his girlfriend and he made sure everyone knew it. 

Jeonghan - Brags about you 24/7

Scoups had just gotten back from a date and was very excited to tell his best friend all about it. So he rushed to Jeonghan’s room and began to go through everything. 

“When I got there I was really stunned because she just looked so beautiful...” he started. Jeonghan nodded “yeah I remember doing the same thing on my date with y/n. She was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, no girl can come close to how stunning she is”. Scoups nodded “yeah..so anyways she was really friendly when I went over and we got talking. I found out a lot about her. She’s pretty sporty, she plays lacrosse in her spare time and loves working out”. Jeonghan nodded “that’s cool, y/n used to be a competitive runner and swimmer as well! She could definitely have chosen that as a career if she'd wanted to". Scoups nodded "yes well as I was saying...she's athletic, well-read, really funny, she's even got a degree!". Jeonghan nodded "where from? Y/n went to Seoul National and even did a year abroad in Cambridge! She's so worldly because of it...but where you go really affects the degree". Scoups shrugged "erm I don't remember where she got it". "What subject was it in because that matters too. Y/n studied law which is such a hard degree compared to something flimsy like...". 

"Jeonghan!" Scoups said smiling widely "as much as I love y/n, can we just focus on my date for the moment? It’s not a competition". Jeonghan paused "ow...sorry was I being braggy again?". Scoups smiled, a lot more relaxed now, "kind of but it's cute really...it shows how much you love her but if we could go half an hour without you comparing her to my date that'd be great". Jeonghan nodded "got it! So what did the two of you talk about on your date? Did the conversation flow well? You have to tell me all the topics you covered". Scoups smiled that his friend was back.

Joshua - Sickeningly sweet

Dino, Woozi and Hoshi entered their shared dorm to smell a wonderful scent wafting from the kitchen. They walked inside and found the source. 

"Cupcakes!" Hoshi cried rushing out to grab one before a spatula appeared and smacked his hand lightly. "Owwww" he cried cradling it before turning to the perpetrator "Hyung why would you hit me?". "They're for y/n so you can't have any" Joshua replied frosting the last few of them. "Why? Is it your anniversary?" Woozi asked. Joshua shook his head "no". "Her birthday?" Dino asked. "No" Joshua said chuckling slightly "there’s no special occasion". "Ow okay I get it” Hoshi said smiling “so you made y/n mad and you’re trying to buy her off with cupcakes huh?" he asked. "No!" Joshua said laughing "I was just on my way home and noticed these really pretty flowers in a shop window so I bought them for her but then I realised cupcakes go really well with flowers so I made her carrot cupcakes, her favourite, and I'm heading over to hers now to cook a meal. She's been working really hard lately so I want to give her a nice evening". 

His three members just stared at him and Joshua paused "what? Is something wrong?". Woozi shook his head "no just wow...you are whipped". Joshua narrowed his eyes slightly "well I wouldn't say whipped". "You're on your way to cook a meal for her without being asked!" Dino cried "that's whipped". Joshua shook his head "that's not something you do when you’re whipped, it's something you do when you love someone. I love y/n and so I want to buy her presents when it's not her birthday or cook a meal for her without being asked. She's important to me and I intend to show her that every day". The boys all paused and Dino sighed. "Yeah this is the reason we're all still single" and the boys all nodded "yep!". Joshua just smiled and headed out the door for his special evening plans. He wasn’t known as the gentleman of Seventeen for no reason.

Jun - Overshares

Jun was the funniest member of Seventeen but could also be the oddest. He sometimes did or said things that caught all the members off guard and most often it was related to you. 

Vernon had just been on a date with a girl the boys knew well and had been shipping him with for years. He’d finally got the courage to ask her out last week and so they were all extremely excited to find out how it well. So of course the second he got back everyone gathered in the living room and demanded a full report. He told them all how it went and they asked questions "so how did you end it?" Jeonghan asked "with a hug? A kiss?". Vernon paused "well see I wanted to kiss her but...we'd just eaten fish and I wasn't ready for that yet". Half the group nodded while the other half frowned "what do you mean?" Mingyu asked. "Well smells can be powerful aphrodisiac or have the opposite effect, I didn't want to kiss her and then get put off her forever because of what we had for dinner". The group then began debating if they thought that would put them off. Jun who had been listening politely finally spoke up and as usual, when he spoke it left an impression.

"Y/n never has bad breath...then again y/n doesn't really have bad anything, literally every part of her looks, smells and tastes amazing". At that the group quietened and Jeonghan blinked "Jun...didn't really need to know that". "What?" he asked "I didn't say which part of her I was tasting...". "I can guess!" Jeonghan cried "remember what we said about keeping your sex life a little more secretive?". Jun rolled his eyes "fine...prudes" but he smirked to let them all know he was joking and they all smiled and carried on as normal.

He might overshare sometimes but it was just because you were always on his mind and he liked to share details about you. You were his favourite topic of conversation and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. 

Hoshi - Pet names

Surprisingly the pet names you had weren’t tiger related. Unsurprisingly Hoshi had no shame in yelling them at you at the top of his voice. 

“Angel can you grab my sunglasses when you come downstairs?” Hoshi screamed from the bottom of the stairs in his shared house with the members. “Of course” you called back from three floors up. Seungkwan sighed very much in the hearing range just feet from Hoshi but Vernon just chuckled “what would you do if I started referring to you as angel everywhere we went?”. Seungkwan shrugged “honestly there’s worst pet names...” when Hoshi interrupted again. 

“Sunflower did you put suncream in your bag already or should I grab some from the kitchen?”. “Like that?” Vernon asked as you called down you had. “Yes like that” Seungkwan nodded “but my least favourite of his many many nicknames is...”. 

“Buttermuffincupcake!” Hoshi yelled. “Is it by any chance buttermuffincupcake?” Vernon grinned and Seungkwan nodded “it is”. “Why does he have so many names for her?” Vernon asked when Hoshi appeared “why does who have so many nicknames?”. Vernon paused “erm not you and y/n that’s for sure” making Seungkwan sigh deeply but Hoshi just smiled. “Aww I just like calling her different nicknames. She means so much to me I try to express that to her any way I can, even with what I call her”. Vernon paused “wow that’s actually really sweet”. Hoshi just smiled “I guess” when his eyes went to you as you walked through the door. His expression immediately changed and he monetarily looked shocked at how good you looked and then smiled remembering you were his girlfriend. 

“You ready to go honey?” he asked. You smiled when he called you that and nodded “yep let’s go”. “Bye guys!” Hoshi said taking your arm and Seungkwan and Vernon smiled watching you go. “You know I don’t think it’s too bad anymore”. Seungkwan nodded “the way he looks at her is so beautiful...why don’t you look at me like that?”. Which led to a discussion about what names Vernon would now start referring to Seungkwan as. 

Wonwoo -  Have to watch your favourite tv shows together

Mingyu liked to come over to Wonwoo's place because it was clean, tidy and smelled really good. He always found he did his best work there so showed up armed with work but of course he soon lost interest. 

"Ow the season finale of tv show name aired last night, I'm gonna watch it!" Mingyu called seeing an advert for it on the Tv. Wonwoo nodded "that's great but could you watch it later or put headphones on so I don't hear any spoilers?". "Why? I thought you'd caught up on all the episodes". "Yeah but y/n and I watch them together". 

"So?" Mingyu asked. "So I have to wait for her to get back from work to watch it". "But can't you just watch it with me first and then her later?". "No!" Wonwoo said his eyes widening at the mere thought of such a betrayal. Mingyu laughed "why?". "Because we watch them together! It'd feel weird watching them without her". 

Mingyu rolled his eyes "come on Wonwoo, are you really going to be one of those guys who has to do everything with his girlfriend?". Wonwoo shook his head "no and that's not what this is. Y/n works a lot and so do I, we're often too tired to go out to a bar or do anything too social. Most nights we just want to crash on the couch with one another, huddle together under a blanket and watch something we both enjoy. It’s one of the few ways we spend quality time together and I'm not going to sacrifice that".  

Mingyu raised his hands in surrender "okay I get it, sorry for suggesting it. Let me go grab my headphones"...also you're a pretty good boyfriend by the way". Wonwoo smiled at that and looked at the clock. Only 3 more hours until you got home. He couldn't wait.

Woozi - only does things if you suggest them

Seungkwan liked to know what was going on in his members’ lives and if he hadn't seen a member for a while he'd schedule some activity with them, hence why Woozi was meeting him for coffee. 

He spotted Seungkwan as soon as he walked into the coffee shop. He was in a booth (already on his second iced Americano of course) and Woozi was soon swept up in Seungkwan's extroverted nature. "So Hyung tell me everything that's been going on, unwork related of course!". Woozi nodded "erm well there's not much to report, I've gotten back into reading lately, saw my family the other week for my mom's birthday...ow and I started rock climbing classes". 

At that Seungkwan paused "ow rock climbing..." he said with a cold tone to his voice. Woozi paused "yeah, why do you not like rock climbing?". Seungkwan shook his head "no it's more the opposite, I've been telling you to try rock climbing for months" Seungkwan complained. "Yeah well...y/n suggested it and...". 

At that Seungkwan nodded and made a noise "well that explains it!" he said folding his arms. "That explains what?". "Why you suddenly started going rock climbing, if y/n recommends something you always do it". Woozi paused "that's not true". "It is! It's the same with tv shows and music recommendations...ow and how about that time I told you to try a madras curry and you said you didn't like spicy food but when y/n told you it was fine you ordered one". Woozi paused "I didn't realise I do that...I guess it's just because y/n knows me really well so I trust her opinion". "I know you well too Hyung" Seungkwan said sighing. 

Woozi could tell he was upset so nodded "you do and I'm sorry, I promise I'll listen to you more". Seungkwan smiled pleased with that "great...y/n does give really good recommendations though so I kind of get it". Which then sparked a 20 minutes conversation about why they'd even argued in the first place.

  Dk - No you hang up first

When the phone rang Dk practically screamed and The8 winced. Then Dk dove over the table before picking up and yelled your name. "I wonder who's calling" Jun said sarcastically and The8 chuckled "I know they're really cute but Dk in love is kind of annoying". Jun nodded looking over to where Dk was talking rapidly to you, not even pausing for breath. They both put their earphones in and looked away. 

An hour later Dk was still on the phone but finally hanging up. He spent the last 5 minutes telling you how much he loved you and was now half-heartedly trying to hang up the phone. "But I don't want to go...I miss the sound of your voice already" Dk pouted. The8 and Jun tried not to overhear but Dk was still in the same room as them so it was pretty hard not to. "I know I've got that teddy bear with your voice recording in but it's not the same" Dk said giggling. "He's got a teddy what?" Jun asked. "It's one of those bears where you can record a message and it plays it every time you press the paw" The8 explained. Jun nodded "that fits for them". 

Now Dk was just doing the oldest line in the book "no you hang up first! I won't have the strength to do it! No you! Because I can't hang up on you! Fine we'll count down...". Jun buried his head in his hands "will it ever end?". The8 smirked "no but at least Dk is happy I mean look at that smile on his face". Jun looked up and sure enough Dk's face was filled with pure joy. Jun smiled despite himself "Damn his adorable face! Fine they can talk as long as they want...I won't tease him". The8 nodded in agreement Dk was so wholesome and sweet that they would all put up with this as long as he was happy and nothing made him happy like you did. 

Mingyu - That athletic couple that always look cool

For Vernon's birthday Seungkwan demanded everyone wake up at the exact time he was born to give him his cake. As that time was 3:40 AM, everyone was dragged out of bed by Boo Seungkwan 10 minutes before and stumbled down the hallway in their pyjamas. However Seungkwan had been a little too organised and everyone was there early but he refused to let you all go in until exactly 3:40. 

So everyone stood around waiting and you leant on Mingyu’s shoulder as you waited and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "Hey I was thinking we could always go for a swim after this? Get in a few laps so we can just do our run tomorrow?" Mingyu asked. You smiled "I was just thinking I'm not sure I can back to sleep after this". Mingyu grinned and was about to reply when he saw Scoups and Jeonghan staring. 

"You two okay?" he asked and Jeonghan frowned "you're seriously going to go exercise after this?". You paused "well yeah...why?". "It's the middle of the night!" Scoups cried "as soon as this is over I'm crawling back into bed and I'm not moving for 6 hours". "Also how do you work out with your partner? If I did that I'd be single within the week". Scoups nodded "me too but to be fair if I looked like them it wouldn't be a problem". 

"If you looked like us?" you asked and Jeonghan fixed you a *are you serious* look. "We really don't know what you mean" Mingyu said laughing and the two sighed. Jeonghan leant forward "you're aware the two of you are tall, muscular and very attractive right?". You blushed denying it and Scoups rolled his eyes "don't be modest y/n I mean look at you both! We've all got out of bed and look awful whereas the two of you look fresh-faced, your hairs all perfect and do you really sleep in clothes as nice as that". Mingyu blushed "erm yeah...I think we were the last ones to wake up too". 

Jeonghan and Scoups groaned "typical". "I'm sorry?" you offered and they shook their heads. "Don't be we're just teasing" Scoups said smiling. "Yeah you're perfect for each other, it works" Jeonghan said and you looked to Mingyu "I guess I can live with that". “Me too” he smiled looking quite pleased with himself. He knew you looked beautiful he had eyes after all but to hear he fit with you perfectly, that made him the happiest man alive. 

The8 - Coordinating outfits

You were interested in fashion and of course this was one of the first things that drew you and The8 together. The members all thought it was a match made in heaven but sometimes it could be just a tad annoying.

There was an event to celebrate the group's anniversary and of course you and The8 were here together and were the best-dressed couple in the room. "Do they like plan this?" Joshua asked watching the two of you. "Plan what?" Woozi asked. "Y/n and The8" Joshua said nodding to the two of you across the room "how do their outfits always look so good and fit together perfectly, they must plan it right?". 

Jun who'd been listening shook his head "no I asked them this before, The8 says they just have an eerily similar style. Apparently they just both think the same thing and match without even trying". Joshua pouted "I can't tell if that makes it better or worse". 

"Hey guys" The8 said coming over and you smiled at them all "you all look great!". "Thanks, we were just saying the same thing about you guys" Woozi replied. "Yeah there's no way this happens naturally" Joshua said gesturing to your different but extremely flattering suits. The8 smiled pulling you closer "completely unplanned, y/n just has the best taste of anyone I've ever met". "Awww well I learned a lot of it from you" you replied kissing him softly. 

Joshua nodded "okay I've decided it definitely makes it worse that you don't even try but the two of you are pretty adorable so I'll let it slide". "Thank you?" The8 asked. “You’re welcome” Joshua replied and you laughed watching the exchange. 

The8 noticed you were amused and smiled too. He didn’t care if his members teased him, he loved matching with you because it made the two of you fit together so easily and that was something he adored. 

Seungkwan - Talks about you everytime he gets drunk 

All the boys wanted was one night out all of them together. A good time that they could all look back on in years to come and smile about but apparently Seungkwan didn’t get the message. 

He’d somehow integrated into a group of women on their hen night and was showing them photos of you gushing over them. “She’s so pretty!” one of them cried and Seungkwan nodded “I know! She’s so beautiful and she’s a veterinarian too! She literally saves puppies' lives” he cried. The women all gushed and Mingyu sighed “how does Seungkwan always make friends wherever we go?”. The8 shrugged “I have no idea but it’s a talent really”. “Anyone notice how he always brings up y/n? Woozi asked. 

Scoups nodded “i’m pretty sure that’s what makes them trust him. He’s very in love with her and they seem to love that”. “Honestly i’m just glad he’s got someone else to talk about her to” Jeonghan shrugged “you know the drunker he gets the more fixated on her he’ll become so I say let him focus it all on them”. 

The others all nodded “yeah I agree” and watched as Seungkwan called you to introduce you to his new friends. “It’s pretty sweet though, how whenever he’s drunk he just wants to talk about y/n” Joshua commented. Dk smiled “yeah it is, Seungkwan is so in love with her”. “She’s the same with him too” Wonwoo added “remember that time they both got drunk and called each other for 3 hours?”. The members all laughed and Jeonghan smiled. “I guess I can tolerate hearing about her for the 100th time then” and all the members agreed. 

Vernon - Doesn't reveal details about you he isn't sure you wouldn't want others to know.

Dk and Hoshi were watching a movie while having a loud debate in the kitchen when Vernon walked in. 

“Ow good Vernon’s here, he can settle it!” Hoshi said and Dk nodded “yes! He has a girlfriend and a sister”. “You both have sisters” Vernon replied laughing and they nodded “yeah but they’re older so they had their stuff together”. Vernon nodded “okay so what's your question”. “So you know when y/n goes on her period, is she really moody and violent?” Dk asked. 

That was not the question Vernon was expecting and his eyes widened slightly. “Why do you want to know this?”. “Because we were watching this movie and the main girl came on her period and got really angry and aggressive”. “So is y/n like that?” Hoshi asked. 

Vernon laughed awkwardly “I don’t really think I should answer”. “Why?” the duo asked completely confused. “Well because it’s a private matter and just because she’s my girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m entitled to tell her stories”. “Please we won’t tell anyone!” Dk cried and Vernon sighed “I’ll text her and ask if she’s okay with it, hey maybe she could actually explain it to you”. “That’d be great thank you! I have so many questions after watching this film” Hoshi sighed. Dk nodded “yeah like surely there’s not that much blood right?”. 

Vernon paused mid-text “wait what film were you watching?”. “Carrie, why?” Dk asked innocently naive. Vernon sighed and couldn’t help smirking “y/n is gonna find this so funny when I tell her”.  

Dino - Always texting you 

The members didn’t always get a chance to hang out all 13 of them casually so they took every chance they got but recently Dino had been a little distracted.

“He always does it. Last week we were at a restaurant just the two of us, I get up for two seconds to ask for more sauce and he’s on the phone to her” Seungkwan said. “She called me and I thought you were in the bathroom!” Dino cried. Mingyu nodded “yeah so why did you talk to her for five minutes after he got back?”. “Because there was a spider and she needed encouragement to kill it!” Dino said as if that explained everything. “Typical, remember when we went to the cinema and he kept texting under his shirt as if we couldn’t see him” Scoups said and Jeonghan nodded “he even laughed at her joke out loud”. Dino paused “well it was really funny...” less sure how he could explain that one. 

“Just face it Dino you’ve got a problem” Seungkwan said and Dino sighed “I just like to be in contact with her in case she needs me”. Wonwoo nodded “we get that but it is rude to the people you’re with so maybe go to the toilet to check it every half an hour and put it away in your bag the rest of the time? You don’t want to lose friends over something so small”. Dino sighed nodding “you’re all right. Okay I’ll put my phone and won’t text y/n all night”.

 The members nodded “thanks but why don’t you just invite her? She could’ve come” Vernon said. “Really?” Dino asked excitedly “i’ll call her now!” and he rushed outside. The members all watched and then laughed. “Well I think we got through somewhat” Joshua said and they smiled. “Maybe, either way atleast the maknae is happy” Scoups said and everyone nodded. A happy Maknae = a happy group.

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𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔞 𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱

✰ summary: (18+) you assist rick in a discussion with carl, which brings up feelings of his own.

✰ wc: 6.7k

✰ warnings: angst, comfort, mutual pining, jealousy, smut (heavy on the oral fixation bc rick is a munch hdhdhd)

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As a teacher, helping kids comes to you with ease. Their trust does too. It means so much to you that the children of Alexandria feel comfortable enough to ask you for guidance, Carl being no exception.

After you wrap up your lesson, the kids disperse to enjoy the rest of their day. Carl takes the opportunity to walk over to you, his stomach in knots.

You furrow your brows, giving him a concerned look. “Hey, bud. Everything OK?” He looks at you, unsure of how to explain his dilemma.

“Yeah, um … I kind of like this girl and I think she likes me back, but I still have feelings for someone else,” he looks down briefly pausing “That … someone else probably doesn’t see me that way, but, I just have to know. On top of that … they’re best friends,” he explains nervously.

You know the feeling of liking someone only to be unsure of the other’s feelings. The potential of losing a friend, or at the very least having them see you differently, is terrifying.

‘It’s funny, really. Even as the world crumbles, our seemingly small problems feel so … colossal,’ you consider.

Carl looks up at you, expectantly. “Well, no matter what you choose to do, you still have so much love around you. I know either of those girls would be happy to hear how you feel. Being honest is scary, but you’ll feel better.”

He nods, taking in your suggestion. “Thanks, I’ll think about it.”

You give him a soft smile, secretly wishing you could take your own advice.

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Later that day, you find Rick. His back is turned to you, measuring some support beams for the wall. You can’t help but admire his form, his muscles straining against the arms of his button-down. You wipe the thoughts away, ‘now is really not the time.’

“Hey, Rick,” you call out. He stops what he’s doing at turns to you, his blue eyes meeting yours. He smiles softly, running his hand through his hair. You imagine your hand doing the same, grasping the curls draping his neck.

“Hey, how was today’s lesson?” He asks, one hand moving to his hip.

“It was good! We’re starting the creative writing unit and I can’t be more excited,” you say with a smile.

“Glad to hear it. Carl giving you any trouble?” His eyes crinkle, a playful smile emerging. You chuckle, shaking your head.

“You know the answer to that,” you start. “He did tell me about some … girl trouble he’s having,” you explain.

He tilts his head, an amused smile adorning his strong features.

“He’s got feelings for two different people, but he wants to be with the girl he liked first. I … think it might be Sophia,” you say with a chuckle. They have been inseparable ever since she was found at Hershel’s farm, to no surprise to anyone.

Ricks's hand grasps his chin, stroking his light stubble. “I’ll talk to him,” he says, smiling softly.

“I can … help if you want?” I ask hopefully.

“That’d be helpful, you’re good with him,” he says with a nod that you reciprocate.

As you start to turn away, he speaks up. “Wanna join us for dinner tonight?” He says, his eyes searching yours as you turn around. “Sounds good,” you say, trying to hide your eagerness.

With a soft smile you head off in the direction of your house, just a few doors down from Rick’s.

—

You change out of your clothes, searching for something a little more put together. ‘It has been a while since I wore a dress,’ you think to yourself. You can’t help but laugh.

‘Why am I taking this so seriously? This dinner is about Carl. His asking me to dinner has nothing to do with my hidden feelings for him … ones that aren't reciprocated.’

You still remember the first time you saw him in the prison, stepping off the bus from Woodbury. He made sure to make you feel comfortable, taking a liking to you from the start. Only as a friend, you’re sure.

You finish up, slipping on your shoes before leaving the house. You walk the path to Rick’s, your nerves make the trip feel miles long.

You finally reach his door and as you lift your hand to knock, Carl bursts through the door. Tears are streaming down his face and you try to reach out to him, but he brushes you away. You turn to watch him barreling down the stairs, his fists clenched in anger. You rush into the house to find Rick in the kitchen, looking out the door in worry. He looks at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Carl just ran out crying, I have no idea what happened,” you explain. He walks towards you, placing his hand on the small of your back. It’s a simple gesture, but it affects you nonetheless.

He guides you outside, closing the door behind the both of you. You rush to the gazebo to find Carl with his knees against his chest, his face stained with tears. Your heart wrenches at the sight. It’s so hard to see family in pain.

“Hey … what happened?” You question softly. You look towards Rick as he sits beside his son.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says curtly, turning his face away from the both of you.

“Carl-” Rick starts before Carl cuts him off.

“It doesn’t matter, Enid doesn’t see me the way I see her. There’s no way she won't talk to Sophia about it. I’m so embarrassed,” he says, dropping his face between his knees. It’s not often you see Carl broken down like this, especially about a girl. The poor kid tries to be so strong for everyone else.

“Well, what if Sophia is relieved? What if she likes you back and just didn’t want to get in between you two?” You offer.

“You don’t know that,” he says, his voice laced with disappointment.

“I know it hurts … to like someone so much. To not know how they feel.” It takes everything to avert your eyes from Rick, not wanting to give any idea as to who you’re actually talking about.

“But … I don’t think you have anything to be worried about. All of us see how close you two are, so it doesn’t hurt to try and tell her your feelings. I’m sure she respects you enough to not take your vulnerability for granted. Sophia is a good kid, same as you,” you explain with a soft smile, trying your best to comfort him.

He wipes the rogue tears from his cheeks, finally lowering his guard.

“She’s right, I see how close you are,” Rick starts. Our eyes meet before he continues. “Maybe you should try to open up to her. Things will be alright regardless of what happens,” he says, his hand moving to his shoulder to give a reassuring squeeze. Carl nods.

You spot Sophie behind them, walking with her mom.

“Now’s your chance,” you say, flicking your head towards the girl. Carl turns around and lets out a huff. “I’m gonna talk to her,” he says before standing up. “Atta boy,” you say, ruffling his hair. “Hey!” He says shooting you a dirty look. You can’t help but chuckle as he runs off adjusting his hair, trying to catch up to Sophia.

You move to sit on the bench, shaking your head. “Kids,” you breathe. Rick chuckles beside you, his head propped up on his hand. “You are good with him,” he says genuinely, a gentle look in his eyes.

You blush, his gaze bubbling up your nerves. “I try,” you reply.

“I’m glad he trusts you, I don’t think he ever would’ve told me that on his own.”

You smile, looking down at your feet. He moves his arm down, placing his hand over yours. “Really, thank you,” he lowers his voice, displaying the seriousness of his gratitude. You start to hear your heart in your ears, the simple touch sending you into an internal frenzy.

You smile at him, unable to form a reply. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but you look great. I’m so used to seeing you in your working clothes I .. forget,” he admits with a soft chuckle, the last word escaping just above a whisper.

The way he’s looking at you makes you feel so observed that you resort to humor.

“I clean up nice, huh?” You say smugly.

He looks down, smiling to himself. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean it like that.”

You giggle, his attempt to explain himself is adorable. Little does he know, his compliment gives you an exhilarating rush.

“I’m just messin’ with you,” you say shaking your head to which he does the same. He tries to display annoyance, but his badly masked smile gives him away.

You’re interrupted by Carl and Sophia walking up to you, hand in hand. You shoot him a bright smile, his father smirking knowingly. Carl gives you a look, silently warning you to not make a big deal of it. You decide to cut him a break, saving it for later.

“Dinner’s ready,” Rick says as he stands up. “C’mon, lovebirds,” you say with a chuckle, earning an eye roll from the boy.

—

As you finish up the meal, Carl and Sophia ask to be excused. The second Rick obliges, they bolt outside. You’re so happy to see Carl carefree again, knowing how much Sophia's reciprocation of feelings would uplift him.

“They’re adorable,” you say, looking at the man across from you. He nods in agreement.

“What about you?” He asks suddenly. “Who’s this person that might not like you back?” He sends a sly grin your way, his arms crossed while he leans back in his chair.

‘Oh, if he only knew,’ you think to yourself.

“Um … not important,” you say, looking down at your now empty plate.

He shakes his head. “Maybe you should take your own advice.”

“Maybe.” You reply quietly, still not meeting his eyes. His demeanor changes, sensing the hurt behind your response. He moves his hand over yours. “I understand … how you’re feeling.”

He pauses.

“I’m sure it’ll turn out how it did with Carl. You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he replies, his tone gentle. His throat bobs slowly as his eyes bore into yours.

‘If only she knew,’ he thinks.

You nod, not sure of what to say. The irony of the conversation overwhelms you. You release your hand from under his to stand and gather the dishes. He pauses, taken back by your sudden relinquishment of contact. As gets up to help, you stop him.

“Uh no, don't even think about it,” you say with a smile, trying to ease the believed one-sided tension. “You made the food, I’ll clean up,” you order. Your finger is pointed in his direction, not wanting to hear another word about it. He lifts his arms in defense, chuckling to himself.

As you finish up, Rick walks into the room holding Judith. You can't help but melt at the interaction, seeing the pure love Rick has for his children.

The mention of his one-sided attraction gnaws at you. ‘Who could that possibly be?’ your heart clenches wondering.

“So,” you start as you dry off your hands. “Don’t think I forgot you understanding unrequited feelings … who in their right mind turned down Richard Grimes?” You say, using humor once again. You try to keep your composure as your insides twist awaiting his answer.

He dips his head, attempting to hide a blush you don’t fail to notice. He doesn’t reply.

“Oh, c’mon, you know I won’t judge you,” you gently speak. He sets Judith into her playpen, placing a kiss on her head before facing you.

“First of all … I hate when you call me that,” he starts.

One edge of your mouth curls up, knowing full well that’s the case.

“But, it’s not that. It’s just … complicated. After I lost Lori, I was so fucked up. This … person … helped me out of it. I couldn’t help but feel tenderness towards her. I felt so guilty that I was betraying Lori, regardless of what happened with Shane,” he explains hesitantly, head turned away in thought.

You stare intently at his side profile, ignoring your heart's pull. You noticed how torn up he was after she passed. You tried to break through to him and ease his distress, but it seems someone beat you to it.

He continues as you try to push down the jealousy you have no right to feel.

“After I had time to heal, I met Jessie. I knew that lettin that person in on my feelings could ruin our friendship, so I distracted myself. I worked so hard to fully let go of her, it almost worked for a while. Then, I lost Jessie too,” he explains. He still hasn’t met your eyes, clearly embarrassed.

“After all this time, those feelings haven’t gone anywhere. I don’t want her to see me differently, but it’s killin’ me … holding it in.”

You wrack your brain to think of anyone close to him. ‘Who has him this unsure?’ It’s not a long list, seeing as most of your group has already found their person. It’s odd for you to think of Rick Grimes being … hesitant, after everything your group has been through.

You place your hand on his bicep, trying to be a good friend and comfort him.

“Maybe you should take my advice too, I’m sure she’ll appreciate hearing your truth,” you say softly squeezing his arm. You search his face, wanting to be a genuine friend, a safe space. You keep pushing away the jealous thoughts the best you can. ‘I can’t be selfish when he’s hurting,’ you think.

His eyes lift from the floor to your hand, gazing for a moment before finally meeting your eyes. Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and uncertain, makes you angry at this person playing with his heart. He deserves so much better, and you could give it to him.

“Whoever it is, I’m sure she can’t resist,” You continue, playfully pinching his arm. You pause for a moment, moving to cross your arms. “If she doesn’t … she must be dumb,” you add quietly.

He leans over the counter, his veiny hands gripping the edge as his head drops. Your eyes soften, seeing the torn man before you. You only hope your push gives him the courage to go after who he really wants.

He opens his mouth to speak but falters.

“What is it?” You ask after a beat. The silence hangs for what feels like years before he finally breaks it.

“You shouldn't talk so low of … of yourself,” he finally says quietly. He looks back at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

It takes you a moment to piece together the meaning of his words. Your brain seems to short-circuit which leaves you unable to form a single thought. Your mouth is parted slightly, hands nervously wringing at your dress.

“I-I’m sorry, please just forget I said that,” he pleads and removes his iron grip from the counter. He pinches the bridge of his nose as his weight shifts between the snip-toe boots you adore.

You grasp his wrist softly, pulling back his arm to force him out of a spiral. You can feel every thump of your heart nearly shifting your ribcage.

Your head rushes with every time you’ve caught him staring, every touch and meaningful response. All the force it took from you to dismiss because you never wanted to get your hopes up.

“I … don’t want to,” you speak softly. His eyes lift from your hand still holding his wrist to meet yours.

“What about that guy? The one you have feelings for? It’s hypocritical … but I can’t handle being some kind of rebound. Not with you. Tell hi-”

His words are cut off by your lips crashing into his. One hand is bunching the bottom of his shirt while the other moves into his hair. It’s something you wished for only this morning.

He takes a moment to catch up, frozen against your lips. A moment passes and it clicks. He realizes that this is really happening.

‘All that time wishing it was her hands moving through my hair.

Her body pressed against mine in the dark.

Her full lips on mine.’

He takes not a second past his realization to move his lips against yours, gentle and longing.

‘Finally, the feeling you’ve been grasping for.

A fine thread that always seemed to slip past your fingers.’

He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you against his strong chest. His fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, holding on for dear life.

Your hand moves down to the nape of his neck, slightly gripping the curls there. You hum into the kiss, relishing in the feeling of your bodies, flush. Both in distance and blush.

His hand flattens and glides down your back to meet the end of your hips, squeezing greedily. You press yourself harder against his front, wanting to be as close as possible.

Your eyelids flutter open as he slowly breaks the kiss, eyes dark and mouth partitioning. You’re both breathless as you take each other in.

“You don’t know … how much I’ve needed this.” He voices from a low growl.

“How about you show me?” you tease, still catching your breath.

He grabs the baby monitor from the counter that watches over Judith’s playpen, slipping it into his back pocket in case she wakes.

He meets your eyes and smirks before bending over to hook his large hands behind the apex of your thigh, your skin tingling under his touch. He effortlessly lifts you in the air, earning a squeal from you.

He folds you over his shoulder, your dress falling up to expose your ass. He notices the lace underwear against your soft curves. You can feel the vibration from his chuckle on your torso, and it’s clear he’s enjoying this.

“You’re comin’ with me,” he says before ascending the stairs.

“I hope I am … coming with you,” you say laughing, the blood rushing to your face even more severely than it was before.

He moves his hand from your thigh to smack your ass, and a sneaky smile finds his lips as he reaches the second floor. “You’d better watch it,” he threatens in a low register.

Your breath hitches at the change in tone, still not processing the fact that Rick is carrying you to his room. His strong hands support your back before he drops you, your frame bouncing into the bed. You giggle at the sight of him towering over you.

He reaches for the monitor and puts it on the nightstand before turning back to you. You absentmindedly bite your fingernail as you watch him, excited to feel his body on yours. He takes off your shoes tenderly, followed by his boots. His hungry eyes trail over your body as your arms slowly rise above your head. He uses two fingers to separate your thighs, crawling between them all while flashing you the most handsome smile.

Your cheeks heat as his weight presses against your core, his arms bent on either side of your face. “You look so good for me,” he says, his voice dripping with desire. Your hand moves to his face, moving your thumb to glide against his swollen bottom lip. “You’re as handsome as ever,” you coo while your legs wrap around him. His eyes soften before leaning in, your body melting under his soft lips.

Your arms meet behind his back, nails grazing lightly over it as his tongue finds yours, your touch producing a needy groan from his lips. The sound pools wetness between your thighs, seeping through your underwear. The heat from his throbbing groin only makes it worse.

You lift the back of his shirt as his open lips move to your jaw, his tongue dragging a line from under your ear to your chin. You moan as he places sloppy kisses down your neck. His hips jerk in response, a gasp falling from your lips. Your hands slip under his shirt to feel his toned back, the muscles moving under your fingers as he supports most of his weight above you.

“I need this off,” you moan, nearly begging.

He pauses the trail of kisses he’s working on to lean back, allowing you access to the buttons of his brown shirt. You swiftly release each button, his eyes focus on your determined face. He smiles down at you as you nearly rip the shirt over his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. You lightly scratch his skin, drinking in the image before you.

‘It’s a lot different when he’s actually here, in front of me,’ you realize as you reflect on your many, many, fantasies of him bearing himself to you.

“Please, take this off of me,” you plead. You have to make it even after all.

“My pleasure,” he gruffs before hiking your dress up your thighs, squeezing the sensitive spot that meets your pelvis. You lean your head back into the pillow, his hands feel like fire against you. He leans down a places a kiss in the same spot, and you can’t help but moan.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, sweetheart,” he teases.

You roll your eyes as he continues peeling the dress from you. He kisses your stomach as it reaches just below your bra. You sit up and lift your arms as he leaves you in just your underwear, the dress falling somewhere on the floor.

His knees press into the mattress as his hands move to his belt. “Let me,” you interrupt with a smirk, something he reflects on you.

“Yes ma’am,” he replies as you scooch closer to him. You smile to yourself as your hands find the cold hardware of his belt. You swiftly remove it, slipping the leather through the loops with quickness. You place your hand on his chest, pushing him back. He chuckles as he meets the mattress, his hand tracing down your arm to leave goosebumps in its wake.

His face relaxes as you start touching him. You look up at him through your eyelashes before unbuttoning his jeans. “Is this okay?” You ask. He nods feverishly, his mouth parted.

“I’m gonna need to hear it,’ You demand. “Y-Yes, this is exactly what I want,” he assures. The dominance in his voice has switched to desperation, signaling that he’s putty in your hands. “That’s it, baby,” you whisper with a sly smile.

As you unzip his pants, your eyes never leave his. He pants as you graze your finger over his straining bulge. You lean down to kiss the wet spot you marked him with, causing him to let out a desperate whimper. The sound makes your clit throb, wanting to hear it again and again.

You drag the denim below his hips and down his legs, wanting both of you in as little clothing as possible. You swipe your thumb over the wet spot on his underwear, his cock twitching at the contact, before bringing the precum to your tongue. He whimpers with even more desperation at the sight of you tasting him.

You give him a sweet smile before hooking your fingers under the waistband of his boxers before checking in again. “Still OK?” You question. “Please, baby, I need you,” he says through a breathy moan.

You reach behind you to undo your bra, and the straps drop. You slowly peel it off, your breasts now exposed. You grab his wrists and place his rough hands over each one, they’re large enough to cover them. You throw your head back as your hands grip his calves for support. He earns a deep moan from you while the pads of his thumb lightly graze your aching nipples, so needy for his touch.

You groan as you lean forward to slide his boxers off, his length springing from under the waistband. You smile at him, squirming as you imagine him inside you. You decide it can wait as you spit on your hand to meet it with the base of his cock. He shudders as you grasp him, his stomach rising and falling unevenly.

“Fuck,” he breathes ragged, eyes fluttering closed.

You hold his chin to look at you before you lower your mouth to place kisses on his stomach. You start to pump your hand, spreading the slickness. His eyes are hooded with lust as he takes you in, your plump ass in the air as your kisses now litter his thighs.

One hand moves to his hair as the other caresses your arm. You place a kiss on the base of him, his length twitching beneath your lips. Your tongue drags to his tip, where you leave another kiss. A line of spit falls from your mouth, coating him.

A strangled moan leaves him as you finally take him in your mouth, sucking in your cheeks as your tongue flicks over his head. His breathing quickens and both of his hands slam into the bed to grip the sheets.

“Goddamn,” he says, his eyes squeezing shut. You drop to take him all, his head pressing against the back of your throat. He throws his head back in response, wincing at the sheer crudeness of it all. You start to bob your head, still pulling in your cheeks.

He moves his hands to grip your shoulders, pulling himself out of your mouth and pushing you to lay back down. He reclaims his place above you. “I can’t take it, I need to taste you,” he growls. “Rick, please … just do whatever you want,” you whine, beyond ready to relieve the heat between your legs. “That’s it, baby,” he repeats your words back to you, his drawl as smooth as honey.

He uses the back of his hand to spread your legs open, and his eyes lower to your center. You stare at him as he takes you in. “Jesus, baby … all this for me?” He questions, the inflection of his voice sending chills down your spine. You blush, your hand covering your face. He moves it away and places it on the crease of your thigh.

“Nah, I need to see you,” he demands.

His lips start to leave wet kisses on the inside of your legs. His facial hair adds depth to the feeling, and you want nothing less than to coat his face. His mouth moves to the sensitive spots on the edge of your labia, making your hips twitch.

“Mmm … fuck,” you whimper.

He raises an eyebrow at you before he kisses the bundle of nerves, your underwear creating the most excruciating barrier. You squirm at the sight, hands moving to his curls.

He reaches his arms under your ass, taking the lace with him as he slides them down your thighs. As soon as they leave your frame, he’s right back between your thighs. He licks your thighs, leaving love bites where no one can see, wanting to make this go on as long as possible.

He locks eyes with you before his tongue softly wets your labia.

He kisses your center, closing his eyes. You see stars as his tongue drags inside your folds, lapping up the wetness he created. He spreads his tongue as he presses against your clit, moving it in circles. His facial hair tickling your thighs further numbs your brain.

“Rick!” You exclaim, his skilled tongue now flicking against you. He keeps the same pace while he grips your legs to drape them over his shoulders. His tongue suddenly stops, moving to your entrance. He groans as his tongue slips inside your hot cunt, his hips pressing against the sheets. He stretches his tongue as far as possible, putting pressure on the top as he slides in and out. You feel the heat rise in your stomach, no denying that you’re nearly over the edge already.

“I’m about to … about to …”

He nods against you, his eyes displaying what could only mean that he’s not stopping. You fully let go, your head thrown back as your core snaps. The orgasm he ushered floods your body, and your muscles tighten and tremble. “Fuck, Rick,” you moan. He still doesn’t stop his tongue, aiming to make it so you have to pull his mouth from you.

As much as you cherish the feeling of his tongue, every nerve in your body is screaming with sweet overwhelm. You use both hands to rake into his hair, pulling his head up. His face glistens with your desire, hair disheveled.

He swipes his hand down his face, gathering the excessive wetness. His face slacks as he sucks some off of his thumb. He leans forward and nods. “Open,” he commands, which you comply with immediately.

His fingers slip past your lips and you taste yourself as you suck, once again flooded with desire. You gaze down at his cock, beads of precum leak from him. He removes his fingers and the weight of his length resting on your thigh is entirely too distracting.

“That was just … beyond,” you gush.

He chuckles, his dimples creating warmth in your chest. “For me, too, I can’t believe I kept myself from that,” he scoffs. You giggle at his desire for you, still beside yourself.

“Baby?” You ask. “Hmm?” He hums, voice still laced with sex. He raises his eyebrows, awaiting your response.

“I need you to fuck me,” you state, still desperate for his cock to fill you. He grins, baffled by the things he can experience with you. The person that he loves with every fiber of his being.

He grabs a pillow from beside your head. “Lift your hips, baby,” he says, his hand resting against your hip bone. You lift yourself before he slides the pillow under your lower half. He knows the angle can only make it better for you, and the thoughtfulness makes you blush.

Rick lines his body up with yours, and his member presses against your clit as he kisses you. Your hands grasp his sides as he tilts your face, wanting to slide his tongue against yours. It starts slow, your fingers creeping against his skin, but soon his movements become restless.

His hips curve to slide against your center which erupts a moan into his mouth. He meets it with a deep groan, causing your hips to do the same. His arm slides behind your waist, pulling you in to be as close as possible. Your hot skin sears against his while he moves to your neck. His warm mouth feels sublime against your sensitive skin.

“Baby … please,” you beg, your wetness dousing his twitching member.

He leans against your angled thighs to shift his weight, his arm still tightened around you as he grasps himself. He lines himself up with your entrance before inching his head to your clit. “Fuck … Rick,” you utter. Your breath is short as he looks at you with a knowing smile.

“You’re so adorable when you’re needy,” he teases. You can’t even choke out a response, frantic to feel him inside you.

He moves the tip in circles around you as he presses his lips against yours. You open your mouth to find his tongue, desperate whimpers egging him on. He drops his length to support his body as his calloused hand leaves your back. He uses it to grasp the crook of your knee, folding your leg against itself.

Your eyes snap open to meet his before he presses against your entrance. “You ready?” He questions with a smile. You nod quickly, but he shakes his head.

“I need to hear it,” he growls. Your words to him are biting you in the ass now. “Yes, I’m beyond ready just … plea-” you start to say, cut off by his head moving past your soaking cunt.

You moan softly as he eases in, his thick cock stretching your slick walls. His breath shudders at the feeling of you finally wrapped around his strained length.

His hand finds one of your hardened nipples, squeezing slightly. His pace inside you is slow and torturous while his other hand grips your knee. Being so spread open for him is like nothing else. He lets you adjust to him before the tip of his cock meets your cervix, making you groan. “Oh, fuck …” He moans, his voice dropping.

“You feel so good,” you moan.

“You’re mine,” he responds, his accent makes the dark tone drip. He slides himself out of you before crashing back into your heat. “Rick!” You scream out from the surprise. A very good surprise.

Your eyes shut and his hand moves from your breast to your chin, tilting your head down to look at him again. He wants to feel completely connected to you. Your eyes stay closed as you moan louder, his pace increasing.

“Look at me,” he demands as he folds your straightened leg to match the other. You do as you’re told, his lustful eyes and flushed face make your stomach flutter. He moves his weight to his knees, and the lewd sound of his hips slapping against you and his delicious rhythm tears a fire in your womb. Both of his hands press into your legs, the pressure caving into your torso only adding to your pleasure.

‘He fucking knows what he's doing,’ you think as his cock slides against the spot that builds heat in your core. Your nails dig into his bicep, and it takes every ounce of self-control that you have not to mark him. “Right there, baby,” you plead as sweat gathers on his hairline. His curls tremble as he pounds into you, the force makes your chest bounce for him.

Your moans get louder as his brutal thrusts leave you a puddle beneath him. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praises through strained breaths. His heart pounds against his chest as he keeps up his pace, completely lost in your warm tightness.

He groans as you pull his arms towards you, freeing your legs to wrap around him. He leans on his elbow while his hand tangles into your hair. His free hand moves to your clit, rubbing circles. Your fingers graze his stubbled jaw before you pull him to your lips, wanting to feel the vibration of his growls that he can’t help but produce.

“I’m so close,” you warn as you slide yourself over him, matching his pace. “Let go, darlin',” he drawls as his hand meets your neck, applying soft pressure to the sides.

That’s all you need to release your tension, a crude moan slipping past your lips. You see flashes behind your eyelids, absorbing the fact that the man you’ve loved for so long is giving you the most explosive orgasm you have ever experienced.

Your walls tighten around him, almost making him lose it right then and there. He holds off so he can drink up the sight of your writhing beneath him. He grins at your frenzied movements as his head slams against your end.

“Inside … please,” you beg as you start to come down, wanting to feel his warmth coat your throbbing pussy. The words are strained as your thighs convulse, the erotic energy coursing through your veins.

A deep moan escapes him as he pumps into you, his thrusts now sloppy and out of control. His head dips to the crook of your neck, biting where it meets your shoulder as he gives his orgasm over to you. You can feel his cock twitching and throbbing as his seed spills inside, ragged breaths fanning over the skin wet from his mouth.

Your hand grips his curls as you make his lips meet yours. His body relaxes into you, his length still pressed against your walls. You break the kiss to stare at his chiseled features, his strong nose being your favorite. His eyes close as you run the tip of your finger over his eyebrow, basking in his glow.

“I’ve needed that for a long time,” you admit blushing.

“I’ve needed you for a long time,” he says softly. You smile before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest. The side of his face is pressed against your breast as you cockwarm him, your fingers tracing circles on his sweat-beaded back.

“Me too … I still can't believe you’re inside me right now,” you respond with a teasing smile. He twitches inside you as he smirks, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he whispers as his head returns to your chest.

Your eyes flutter closed, the feeling of being so completely connected with him is beaming warmth through you. The love you feel for him is beyond measure, with all of the years admiring his courage and resiliency. All the years wishing to be by his side, to take on some of his struggles as his partner.

You’ve seen all sides of him through every hard decision and moral dilemma the group has faced. You’ve witnessed his unbridled fury. You’ve also seen his softness.

Like when things get tense and he finds your eyes first, just to make sure you’re OK. How he takes your input seriously because his faith in you never falters. He knows you’re more than capable, but he fiercely protects you regardless.

You do know his softness, but what you just shared is on another level. The bond you formed as friends, even while pining, only made it easier to give yourself over to him. You would do anything to keep him out of harm's way, to ease his worry. Anything to be his.

He’s glad he finally found the courage to say something. The gentle touches and soft glances didn’t convey what he wanted them to, and making the move toward you made him feel like crumbling under the anxiety.

He doesn’t feel the need to hold back any longer, ready to be yours and you to be his. He admires everything about you, the core of who you are. You would do anything to protect your family, the same as him. Your interactions with his kin only deepened his feelings. Your intelligence and quick thinking inspire him, and your character urges him to do what’s right for everyone.

He slowly starts to pull himself out of you, causing you to pout. He shakes his head, leaning in towards your ear. “Trust me … there's more where that came from,” he speaks. You wiggle your eyebrows as he backs up to look at you, a smile reaching his crinkled eyes. “I don’t doubt that … sir,” you wink as your voice lowers.

He smiles before he tightens his arms around you, leaving love bites everywhere he can. He sucks in the skin stretched between your breasts and your breath hitches. You pretend to push him away, loving the playful energy between you. He meets your lips with a hum, his arms still tightly pressing into your sides. He flips you around to be on top of him. Your hands drop to his chest, hair draping over the sides of your face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he coos while his eyes look from top to bottom. “You’re a beautiful, beautiful man,” you say matching his tone. Just then, the baby monitor echoes Jude’s cries from downstairs. His hands are on your biceps as he flips you back to the bed.

“Let me see what she needs and we can pick up where we left off,” he says before climbing off of you to stand up. He leans over to kiss you, lingering for a moment. You brush your fingers across his lips tenderly after he pulls away. “I'm not going anywhere,” you repeat his words from earlier. He shakes his head with a cheeky grin and leaves to find his clothes.

You can’t help but giggle at how cute his ass is, so you give it a quick slap as he bends down for his shirt. He furrows his brows as he stands back up, trying so hard to hide his grin. “I’ll get you back for that,” he grumbles, his smile no longer in hiding.

As soon as he leaves the room, you throw your hands over your face to muffle your tiny scream. The thoughts racing of what just happened make you giddy as you move your face into the pillows.

It finally happened.

❁♡❁

a/n: not me blushing at my own shit … anywayyy … I had so much writing this so lmk if you want me to make this a mini-series!! i haven’t written anything for rick before so i hope i did him justice :,) this isn’t edited, sorry for any mistakes lol.

#rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #oneshot #the walking dead #carl grimes #sophia peletier #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #smut

[obnoxioussmiley]

Land Ho

Part 2 to Endless Ocean

Read Part 1 here

Pairings: Jake Lockley X Reader

Warnings: platonic Steven Grant interactions,

Summary: You run into a familiar face and realize it wasn’t goodbye, more like a ‘laters gators’.

Request: My friend I am in need of a part 2 to An Endless Ocean, where he comes back after Layla and Marc divorce 💕✨

Wait, what?

Stopping where you were, you whipped your head around to try and spot the man that just walked past you. Peeking through the mass of people, you barely caught a glimpse of the back of his head.

You wanted so badly to go after him, but decided against it. If it was him fronting, he would’ve stopped and said something. Right?

You were just about to turn and continue on your way, when he suddenly turned back around, looking you right in the eyes. It was such an intense look you felt chills.

And then you internally freaked out when he started making his way back to you. He stopped in front of you, a confused look on his face. “We know you from somewhere,” He stated, a strong London accent rolling off his tongue.

That was not the greeting you were expecting. “I- are you, uh, Marc?” You questioned carefully.

“See I told you,” He said looking into a nearby shop window, seemingly to himself. “Well it’s not me, I don’t know her.” He glanced back at you, “How do you know Marc- me! How do you know me?”

Blinking at him, you picked out the right words, “I had a friend who knew...you.” The man who looked exactly like Jake made a skeptical face, thinking it over.

“Who?” He asked, as if testing you.

“Um, his wife,” You responded, recollecting yourself. Playing it off, you asked, “How is she? It’s been awhile since we talked.”

He made an uncomfortable face. “She’s fine. Not too happy with the divorce though.”

Divorce. The word echoed in your head and you had to stop that train of thought from going anywhere. You hadn’t seen him in years, you cannot be jumping to conclusions.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry to hear about that,” You frowned, “That’s gotta be rough.”

He shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s for the best.”

It was quiet for a moment, neither person knowing what to say. Though he was looking through the shop window again, seeming deep in thought.

You spoke up, “Uh, how did you recognize me?”

Marc jumped a little at your voice. “Oh! I found this photo of you,” he dug into his pocket for his wallet, “in our stuff- my stuff, sorry.” He pulled out a small 2.5 X 3.5 photo, holding it out. “It must’ve been hers and got mixed up with me.”

You took the small photo from his hand, nostalgia flooding your senses. You remember when Jake took that of you on your birthday in the bar. With the widest grin on your face and drink in hand, it was an amazing night. And it was actually the night where you first realized you had fallen for the guy, the one who seemed to hate everyone but you. He really kept this after so long.

Looking up at him, you stared into his eyes wondering if he knew you were there. He stared back, an unreadable look in his face.

Snapping out of it, you laughed, “Sorry, I just can’t believe she kept this after so long.”

He laughed a little, “Yeah, a bit funny, innit?”

You were going to give it back when you caught yourself, “Do you mind if I kept this?” It would be one hell of a conversation if he were to ever mention this to Layla.

He shook his head, “Oh, no not at all. I doubt she’d want me to give it back to her myself.”

“Yeah, that’d be a bit weird, huh?” You tucked the photo into the pocket of your jeans for safe keeping.

“So how did you know each other?” He asked, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

You smiled, “We both used to go out for drinks to the same bar all the time. She was my drinking buddy.”

“Oh, cheers!” He enthused, “That sounds like quite the time.”

“It was,” you reveled in the memories. You hadn’t noticed it much lately, but you missed him. You really missed him. “It’d be nice to meet up with her again.”

He smiled back, “Well, who knows? Maybe you’ll run into her again like you did me.” You opened your mouth to talk some more, she he suddenly checked his watch. “Oh, bollocks, I’m so sorry, I’ve got to go.” He started walking away, “It was lovely chatting with you!”

“Same here,” You responded, turning to continue your walk back home.

You spent the rest of your day lost in your thoughts, replaying the conversation. No matter what he said, that clearly wasn’t whoever Marc was. Probably a new alter, or new since you’d last seen him. And he looked absolutely exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days.

And he was divorced. It was selfish, but you couldn’t help feeling a little happy. However it had been a few years since you last saw and talked to Jake. Who knows if he missed you. Maybe the photo had just gotten lost in his stuff and he didn’t mean to have it this whole time.

Still, a part of you had hope. And so you ended up sitting in your seat at the counter in the bar, ordering your usual drink. You highly doubted anything like him showing up would happen, and told yourself that’s what the drink was for. Soon it was closing time. Paying your tab, you grabbed your coat and left the bar, starting your walk home.

“Excuse me, miss?” You froze in your tracks. “I believe you have something of mine.”

Turning, you saw the same man as before, but now with that familiar smirk on his face and that same old New York accent. You bit back the grin trying to make its way onto your face.

“Oh, do I?” You asked, tilting your head innocently.

He walked closer, licking his lips, “Yes, ma’am. And don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk home alone this time of night?”

You hummed, taking a look around as he stopped in front of you. “Unfortunately, my guard dog ran away from home a few years back.”

“What a shame,” he looked at you with that flirty look in his eyes. “You gotta beware those pick-pocketers.” He reached out, catching his finger on your belt loop and tugging you towards him. He was close, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as he pulled the wallet photo of of your pocket.

He held it up between your faces, “Mine.”

“Yours,” You responded, then paused, “Or formerly yours, I believe it was Layla’s last.”

He scoffed, throwing his head back in exasperation, “I can’t believe those idiots just gave it to you.” He gave you a tired look and you smiled.

You brushed his curls back with your fingers, “I can’t believe you had that this whole time.”

He closed his eyes at the feeling. “Mmm, how else was I supposed to stay sane all this time?” He joked, but you could tell it was sincere. “I could use a drink.”

“You look like you could use some sleep.”

“Your place or mine?” He teased and you gave him a look. Putting a hand in your waist, he turned you around, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

It was a quiet walk, neither of you really knowing what to say. But it was comfortable. You caught him staring once or twice, but instead of looking away he just gave you that same playful grin.

Stopping at your apartment door, you faced him, “Thank you, Jake.” You gave him a gentle smile, “I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?” He raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise. “How badly?”

You rolled your eyes, “I take it back.”

He pouted, “That’s a shame, I was gonna say I missed you too.”

“Uh huh.”

“I did, I really did,” He insisted.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned, egging him on, “Prove it.”

Jake didn’t waste a second, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you in. He kissed you like his life depended on it, with such an intensity it took you by surprise and it took a few seconds to recoil. But once the feeling settled in, your arms found their way around his neck.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours, eyes still closed for a moment. “God, I missed you,” He muttered out. “The last few years have been crazy without you.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, pulling away to unlock your apartment door, “Well why don’t you come inside for a drink and tell me all about it?”

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#jake lockley #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #moon knight

[funeral-grayy]

part one

you felt the blood completely drain from your face and a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. It felt like your head had been dunked under water, ears ringing. whatever ended up happening next, it wasn't going to be good. slowly you lifted your head from midoriya’s shoulder and turned towards the balcony door. you’re not sure you’ve ever seen bakugo look so mad. the beer bottle in his hand looks like it was on the verge of shattering with how hard he was clutching it.

“this is why you left me? you fucking left me for deku?” the anger laced in his voice made you shiver but you immediately snapped back. left him? left him?

now it was your turn to be angry. just who the fuck did he think he was, trying to blame the break up on you. this was a whole new low for even him.

“please tell me i did not just hear you fucking say i left you, you’re not insinuating that this is my fault. there’s absolutely no fucking way i’m hearing this right. you know what? i’ll humor you. i did leave you but this is on you.” you could see another wave of anger wash over his face as he took a step closer to you. you had never swore at him before now and you sensed it set him off. as he opened his mouth to argue, you cut him off.

“no, dont even fucking think of talking right now.” you turned to midoriya who’d been behind you this entire time, carefully watching everything unfold. his eyes widened when he took in your face, silent tears rolling down your cheeks and face red from your outburst.

“you wanna know why i left him?” you asked midoriya, who only nodded in response.

“he came home drunk one night, his drinking as i’m sure you’ve noticed has gotten really bad. anyways color me surprised when i notice his hand is bleeding! so as the annoying girlfriend i am, i try my best to clean his hand.” you have to stop for a second to catch your breath. having to say all of this outloud was bringing it all back to the forefront of your mind. you knew the next part was going to upset midoriya.

“well my best wasn’t good enough. hey, bakugo…should i tell him what you yelled in my face or would you like to?” you asked, glancing to the side at bakugo, who had been watching. he tensed and visibly gulped, he knew what he had said was really fucked up. no matter how you spun it, this ultimately was his fault even if he wasn’t willing to admit it. his gazed dropped down to his hands as he muttered, hoping that’d be the end of it. but of course it wasn’t.

“what was that? i dont think he heard you. incase you missed that midoriya, what i THINK he said was ‘of course a quirkless bitch like you is useless to clean my wounds, why do you even exist?’” you choked back a sob as you finished talking. you had never thought that bakugo could be so cruel.

the look on midoriya’s face after you had finished, was a look you’d never seen before. sure, you’d seen him frustrated or mildly annoyed but never have you seen him look absolutely livid. It almost looked like he was vibrating with how much he was shaking, as if he was trying to hold himself back. a sneer crossed bakugo’s face as he watched him, almost as if he found it funny that midoriya was so angry for you. the air around you three was suffocating as bakugo’s sneer widened, knowing exactly what he could say to make midoriya snap.

“are you this upset for her? or are you just angry because i got to fuck her first and now you’ll be getting my sloppy seconds”

you have never moved so fast in your life. quickly you put yourself in front of midoriya before he had a chance to snap. you place your hands on his chest and pushed him back. ignoring the dry laugh behind you, you lifted your right hand to his cheek.

“ignore him. please please please ignore him. this is what he wants, hes trying to get a rise out of you. lets just leave, please?”

midoriya glanced up at bakugo and then back down at you, nodding. he wasn’t about to cause a scene at his best friends party, no matter how angry he was. you let out a sigh of relief and started to head inside, assuming he was following behind you. you'd barely made it back into the living room, then it happened in the blink of an eye. one minute bakugo was grabbing your bicep, the next a slap was echoing throughout the penthouse. dead silence had followed after. you had just slapped bakugo. you had just slapped bakugo. you didn’t wait around to see his reaction. with tears streaming down your face, you quickly gathered your stuff and left.

part three

#izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #bnha #my hero acedamia #oops i was gunna wait #but decided naur #part 2

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // not yet burned.

you’re my best friend, we’re dancing in this world alone.

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TAGLIST: @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @brassknucklespeirs , @monalisastwin , @mads-weasley , @eugene-emt-roe

SUMMARY: Ginny’s never hated her — that much, Daisy is sure of.

WARNINGS: none.

Like the seasons, and like everybody else — the men in Easy have changed.

They’ve lost fingers or toes, some of them haven’t yet shaved those scruffy beards grown out in Foy and Haguenau. The same men who were so affable and bordering-on-neighborly with replacements in Holland have all but burned down the welcome wagon for whatever sorry replacements join them now in Mourmelon. Even George’s humor edges on dark some days to the point that Daisy isn’t sure anyone who wasn’t there would find it funny.

Some things remain the same.

She watches with keen interest as Joe handles the scissors, trimming away winter shag like the men are preparing for spring cleaning. Haircuts are traded for packs of smokes, the occasional nicer lighter or even money. He stacks them on one of the empty crates, gives Daisy a distracted order to “guard his shit” while he cuts hair, and every now and again glances at her like she might disappear and leave his precious cigarettes to the hands of sticky-fingered privates.

“Used to get weekend passes like this,” Joe admits, his grin almost mimicking that of the man she met a summer ago, but not quite. “Major Winters used to let me cut his hair. He’d gimme ‘em as long as he kept his ear.”

Daisy nods along, amused for a moment, before the thoughts of Dick lapse into thoughts of Ginny and she refocuses her gaze on Joe’s steady glance, offering up a half-distracted “Don’t think that’d work on Captain Speirs.”

They’d be moving into Germany in a few days, attached to Second Battalion again. She, Catherine, and Rita were all briefed on it that morning — making sure their replacements all knew what they were doing and what went where. Daisy wanted to stay, catch Ginny and talk but her word bank must’ve been effectively robbed. She couldn’t think of a thing to say and even if she could, she didn’t want to force herself into what looked like an important conversation between Ginny and Catherine.

She ducked away, tail between her legs. Then she found Joe doing haircuts. Now she’s halfheartedly guarding his loot as manages to conjure up a mohawk for this new replacement with only a pair of scissors. He gave him two packs of cigarettes in exchange.

“What, you won’t talk him into it? Bat your eyelashes and go ‘Oh Captain Speirs, Corporal Liebgott could really use that pass,” He asks once he’s done with the replacement and he’s effectively out of earshot, still keeping his voice a bit low. His voice takes on a higher pitch when he impersonates her, she rolls his eyes.

“I think he’d trust Rita with scissors near his head before you,” Daisy teases, expecting Joe to put a hand over his heart or otherwise feign offense. Instead he grimaces. She raises a brow. “What’s with the face?”

“What face?”

“That face,” she attempts to mimic it, before placing her hands on her hips. “You look pained.” Joe lets out a small huff, walking over and leaning against one of the crates, running his hand through his hair. She stares at him expectantly — he looks like he’s trying to decide if he should open his mouth. “You don’t have to say anything. Just figured I should ask,” Daisy offers, almost lamely.

“Has she talked to you? About anything?”

“Real specific, Joe,” Daisy retorts, ignoring the way he narrows his eyes. “About you? Not really, no.” She watches his jaw clench, and her brows furrow. “Should she be talking to me about something?” He groans, running his fingers through his hair.

“Christ, Dais, I don’t fuckin’ know,” he fumes, like he doesn’t know what to be angry with, so he’s directing it at the air. “Things were fine I think, in Haguenau. Now we’re here and it’s like… like I fuckin’ did something and she’s giving me the cold shoulder instead of saying what it is so I can fix it.” Daisy immediately disregards that possibility. Cold-shoulders were never Rita’s style, at least, not without a five minute verbal lashing predating it, and a blatant scowl whenever someone even associated with the offender is brought up. She presses her lips into a line.

“You two weren’t caught doing anything, were you?” Granted, she doesn’t even know if he knows that they have been caught once already, but Ginny’s ability to lie through her teeth had likely saved Rita from an abrupt transfer. He shakes his head, bowing his head for a moment to bite at his lip.

Joe doesn’t have some type of witty remark or sarcastic comment to throw her way and make her flush pink with embarrassment. But to be fair, he’s dryer than before and not much makes her blush. Still, he looks weighed down in a way she hasn’t seen him before, enough to know that he takes this, Rita, seriously. But of course, even if she knows the reason why – it wouldn’t be her business to speak on. It would be Rita’s.

“For what it’s worth you probably didn’t… do anything. She would’ve said something if you did,” she offers, kicking a rock near their feet and watching it skid over the gravel. “But we’re kind of told to put on a brave face for the rest of you. Better for morale if the nurses are always smiling. So I’d say it wouldn’t hurt to ask her what’s going on when you get the chance.” She leans to her left, bumping their shoulders. “And maybe treat her with all these haircut trinkets.” That makes him snort, rolling his eyes.

“Look at you and your bright fuckin’ ideas.”

“Keep pointing it out and I might start charging you for all this sage advice,” she retorts. Joe reaches to flick her ear, snickering as she swats his hand away. He’s effectively subdued again, resuming his prior stance and staring off.

“Don’t know how you do that shit — putting on a happy face all the time,” his laugh is almost bitter as he shakes his head. “Think I’d go crazy.”

“We get a lot of practice in,” Daisy explains with a shrug, hoping to leave it at that — lest she go into an explanation about how the kids didn’t cry in her house after watching their parents try and fail to keep it all in. “Also I think you have to be a little crazy to do any of this at all. You jumped out of an airplane, Joe.” He snorts at that, rolling his eyes.

“Uh huh, help me bring my stuff back to my rack, kid.”

“The hell’d you just call me?” But Joe doesn’t answer, just taking what he can into his hands and leaving the rest for her to take, snickering when she mutters in feigned offense about being referred to as a kid, and a part of her mind still on Ginny, on their distance, and how she’s supposed to close it like she ought to.

Ginny, who adamantly refuses to acknowledge that she’s upset at all — even though Daisy could so clearly see it. She keep carrying on and she’d let it swallow her whole if she had to.

Daisy figures she really ought to start taking her own advice.

Ginny doesn’t hate her.

Or rather, a more appropriate statement would be: Ginny doesn’t hate her enough to find a different tent, presumably. Or maybe even Ginny doesn’t hate her enough to take another enthusiastic Parisian vacation — and not invite a certain redheaded Major to come along with her.

This is really banking on the fact that Ginny doesn’t hate her, which in theory seems dramatic, but she’s put a lot of stock in her ability to keep Ginny calm, or rather her inability to make Ginny angry. Daisy was lucky that Ginny let her understand everything that went on in her head. So hopefully, she could get it right this time. As she approaches the tent, there’s light leaking through the canvas again — and she can’t help but think of that night with Ron, and the morning after, and how she still feels like she’s stumbling through some prolonged bad dream.

But that was real, and the morning after was real, and the way she snapped on Ginny was real, too.

She pokes her head in, watches wordlessly at Ginny, sat on the edge of the cot, scribbling over sentences on a piece of mail with a pen. Daisy hesitates, watching as she scribbles over words and mutters to herself as she does so. She could leave it for another day, when Ginny isn’t scribbling out sentences like they’ve personally offended her.

“Do you plan to stand there for the next thirty minutes or what?”

Ginny doesn’t have to look at her for Daisy to know she’s the one being addressed. She doesn’t reply, but steps fully into the dimly lit tent. Ginny keeps going, rolling her eyes at the piece of paper and letting out a small sigh as she folds it up and tears open another envelope.

“They still got you censoring mail?”

“Sometimes, yeah.”

Daisy doesn’t sit, not wanting to invade her space, but standing in front of her all the same. Watching, waiting, trying to form a coherent thought but coming up with blanks. This would be when Ginny would allot herself a couple of complaints, a few muttered curses about Peake and about whoever’s mail it was that she was censoring, and Daisy would try to make her laugh and they’d carry on. But Ginny doesn’t even allot herself that. She just keeps scribbling, and Daisy keeps standing there, feeling dumb.

This was easier in her head — where she imagined that if Ginny didn’t want to talk to her she’d just kick her out. But this isn’t what she imagined it to be and she still can’t tell if that's a good thing. Her palms are sweaty, and she feels smaller than she’d like to. Part of her wants to come up with an excuse and slink away before she can further embarrass herself, but she decides against that. Out with it.

“I’m sorry,” she musters, after another second of silence.

The scribbling stops. She watches Ginny press her lips into a line.

“I told you that—”

“I know what you said,” Daisy interjects. “But I don’t think you meant it. And if I did then you can tell me I’m wrong and I’ll apologize for assuming.” Ginny looks up at her now, but she doesn’t say anything. Her brows are knit together, the pen resting in her lap, idle. Daisy lets out a small sigh, but holds her friend’s gaze while she still has it. “I’m not apologizing for being upset, I’m saying sorry for snapping on you. And if you don’t want to accept it then I can’t change your mind but I still owe it to you.”

She doesn’t know what to expect — watching as Ginny’s face goes through a multitude of expressions. Ginny runs a hand through her hair, leaning her weight on her elbows. The exhaustion finally shows on her face, and Daisy can’t recall the last time she’d seen someone look so tired.

“You are the most stubborn person I’ve ever known, Boston,” she mutters, with an irritated sort of affection. Daisy bites back a smile.

“You haven’t met yourself, then.” She dares to step forward and take a seat beside her, letting her side bump into Ginny’s and counting it as a victory when she doesn’t push her away or glare at her for sitting. “Can’t get one over on me though. I know when you’re mad.” And then, as she looks her up and down, Daisy decides to add “And when you’re tired.”

“Don’t you start nagging me too, Dais.”

“So Dick’s taken over in my absence, I’m assuming?” Daisy plucks the letter and the pen from her, taking Ginny’s lack of an answer as a confirmation. “Great then, maybe with his, mine, and Rita’s power combined you’ll actually rest on your breaks, now pass those letters over.”

“Daisy, you don’t have to—”

“Virginia Brant if you finish that sentence with you don’t have to do that, I’m going to take Rita and Cat’s mail too to censor all of it out of pure spite.” Which would definitely be a personal punishment, which Ginny definitely knows by the way that she snorts. Daisy smiles at her all the same. “Now lie down before I get him in here to forcibly tuck you in and just pass me envelopes when I need them.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Ginny offers with a snicker. Daisy shoves her, lightly, until she’s willingly falling onto her back and watching.

“You sound like you’d enjoy that way too much, so I’m retracting that statement. I’ll get Ron to do it instead. Or Captain Nixon. Maybe both.” Ginny pulls a face, something between grossed out and amused at the very thought. Daisy snickers.

“Keep up with the threats and I might just reject that apology of yours,” she hums, nudging Daisy with her foot. Daisy arches a brow, but reverts her attention to the letters, scribbling out locations, names that they can’t send out, certain dates.

“Then how long’s my probation?”

Ginny’s silent for a while, like she’s mulling it over. Daisy lets her and doesn’t pry as she contemplates.

“‘Till we’re in Germany. Then you’re good.” Daisy smiles at that, as she tears open another letter.

“Sounds good to me.”

#fic // sad beautiful tragic #ronald speirs x oc #ronald speirs x ofc #band of brothers oc #band of brothers fic #hbo war fic #hbo war oc #hbo war ofc

[bluedalliances]

My steddie TOP 10+1 of January

Here are some of my favorite readings of January in no particular order and with some things that are not trigger warnings but I usually like to know. 

Take the money and run by thisapplepielife

This is the first fic I read this year and it became one of my favorite ever. Eddie and Steve go on a road trip and fall in love across the country. It’s sweet, it’s funny, the characters are on point, and every detail is considered. I can’t explain how good this is.

ALSO, THE REFERENCES ARE AMAZING. 

140k / period-typical homophobia - internalized homophobia / Happy ending / Rated E

that'd be the end of the last man on earth by pbandjeremiah

Years after everything goes down, Steve is in a plane from San Francisco to Chicago and Eddie Munson sits by his side with his two kids. Four hours of softness, good care of children and Stevie craving a family.

I actually cried with this one because of how beautiful it is and how nicely it portrays the wishful daydreaming of being a part of something. 

9k / Happy ending / Rated M for like two seconds

Promise To Try by LocalCryptid7

Steve finds out the kids are hanging around Eddie and doesn’t want them to get in trouble. So he helps him get a job and graduate. They fall in love along the way. 

This has everything. A slow burn canon rewrite, with realistic temporal setting, lovely Wayne Munson and great relationships, soft moments, fun moments, hurt moments, comfort moments, the whole deal. There are some heavy themes, tho, so mind the tags, they are great tags. 

84k / Happy ending / Rated M

The Sun Is Gone, but I Have a Light by OfmdLins

THIS VAMPIRE AU IS LITERALLY SO GOOD. I’d pay for more of it. It’s wonderful, cute, funny, good consent talk, spicy time, and amazing ending.

“Chicago, Illinois, 1993. Eddie follows the recommendation of another vampire to visit a 'donor,' a human who lets vampires feed off them for a living. What he's not expecting is for said donor to be a ghost from high school past in the shape of Steve Harrington.” 

I’m begging you, read this. 

10k / Open but really good and soft ending / Rated E

A Hawkins Hallmark Christmas by Appledagger

They play Secret Santa and Eddie is decided to give Steve the best gift of his life, but to do it, he has to get to know him. Chaos, family time, pining and going around forgotten secrets. So good it hurts. Also! It has pretty good communication, I always enjoy that.  47k / Happy ending / Rated M

nothing quite like this by ashleigh

Wayne doesn’t like Steve. But maybe it’s a matter of time. A study of Steve Harrington and his relationship with Eddie from Wayne’s eyes. Steve is the softest boy ever and he grows into people. 

5k / Happy ending / Rated M

waters so inviting by monstrousfemale (stresslinesandcigarettes)

Steve teaches Eddie how to swim, but no time is enough if it is by his side. So, pining, they both think it’s unrequited, swimming, softness, smut, what else do you want?

28k / Happy ending / Rated E

We'll Know for the First Time by Kikiz

They are friends. But one day, Steve realizes he’d choose Eddie over any date. Until then, oblivious boys pin for each other and share platonic intimacy. It’s very fucking cute. 

This is a fix-it post-canon fic, slow burn, pining, fluff, smut, a homegrew graduation and all the love Eddie deserves. 

41k / Happy ending /Rated E

I've been trying to figure you out, tell me then would you lend a hand? by eloquent_fairy

Where Eddie discovers Steve is not what he thought and wants to understand him. From preseason 4 to fix-it fic. He’s stubborn about it, but gets there. I laughed, cried and (mentally) screamed with this one. So many feelings and such a wonderful character study.

FOUND FAMILY MY FRIENDS

30 k / Happy ending / Rated T / Part of a series! 

linger by yournowheregirl

Alternative universe. College Au. Rivals (kinda, not realy) to friends to lovers. Classic misunderstandings and angst. If you feel like stressing out with a lovely fanfic amazingly written, this is for you, my darling. 

They fight for the same desk at the library and somehow become suddy buddies, but then become more. Idiots in love and protective ronance <3 

45k / Happy ending with lots of angst before / Rated T 

some nice young satanist by heuniversesaidiloveyou

It's 1991, Robin and Steve have moved to the big city and have an annoying metalhead neighbor. That’s how they meet Eddie again after 5 years. Ft. going out, experiencing queer joy and falling in love while trying to get over their past.

This one has angst and people getting hurt from internalized homophobia. Mind the tags!

 40k / Happy ending

#fanfic rec #steddie #reading #ao3 link #i read a little too much you probably do too #i dont know how to make these shorter

[shaaaaaaar]

god i don’t think loneliness has ever felt as bad as it has this summer.

ive had more intense feelings of loneliness in my life than i feel now, but this sensation of loneliness feels worse. it’s the pain of being given all you could ever want but having it be taken away before you can truly relish in it.

across the past year i’ve built and developed such meaningful connections with people. for the first time irl i had a group of people i was close to that actually shared hobbies with me. people that made me realize just how touch-starved i am and to understand my needs better, people that taught me how to say “i love you” because they showed me how strong platonic love can be. people that loved me for all of me.

i had never been told before that someone loves all of me including my best and my worst. i had never been told thank you after rambling for like an hour about something. ive had genuinely amazing people in my life before, kind and funny and that are cool as hell. but i never had the type of friend group i formed in the past year.

but then i had to graduate. before i was ready to be gone from everyone. and they’re all right on my phone, but it’s not the same because a lot of what made it special was having people that are right there with me. and we still haven’t found our footing online, our little discord server we use still hasn’t found its footing (which if i said i wasn’t part of the problem i’d be a liar), i’m not as connected with people and i’m not doing things with people and i was supposed to be doing more than i am, that’s what i told myself and what i told other people and what other people expect from me.

i’ve stopped trying to plan things online because trying to do so was making me so stressed i was physically ill constsntly, to the point i was literally told to stop for my own sake. so i haven’t done things with people.

i’ve barely seen people outside of school over the summer because i’m already so exhausted from things online, making plans irl makes me so sick i freeze up at the thought of trying. so i’ve seen people twice and one of those two times i was having a breakdown for half of it because i was so scared.

i can’t manage it. nothing has happened.

and i’m pretty sure i’m taking this worse than anyone else is, i feel like i’m living in a nightmare. and i know about self fulfilling prophecies, that’s been something i’m scared of and conscious of too, but i don’t think anyone truly gets just how much i’m losing here because i’ve never had this in my life before. sometimes my inaction is because the fact that i have to take action to begin with makes me feel horrific.

i’ve fought my ass off this summer, fought against this beautiful disaster of the culmination of my mental illness and neurodivergency and my interests and my queerness and everything that makes me atypical making it hard to find my tribe. i’ve kicked and screamed to be able to hold on, hold onto something, one thing with this one fucking group that can stay normal and undamaged and not at total risk.

i don’t want to call out for help anymore because i feel like if i let myself cry i’m only putting things more in jeopardy. i still have but either with the safety and stability of my online friend group, vague because i’m scared to actually say anything, or if i do actually talk about things transparently it’s very sporadic.

today was a breaking point for all of this. where i’m so stressed and so exhausted and so scared that i was this close to removing everyone and running and praying that somehow that’d make things better (despite knowing it’s stupid and counterproductive) purely because i can’t handle this anymore and i don’t know what to do because i feel like i’ve tried everything.

i just want this shit to be fucking over.

i don’t want to be alone anymore.

#vent #9 pm rule #shar rambles for way too long

[thosedamnlemmings]

Was scrolling through texts i sent to my best friend and decided i’d write some of the things i said about dreams i’d had here.

(All of this is literally just the texts i sent with very little editing so sorry if it’s hard to read.)

anyways I just had a dream where and angel, a demon and a human woman are in a polyamorous relationship 

it was cute and funny

there wasn’t any drama between the three of them but they were trying really hard to integrate into each other’s lives without being found out

like angel guy would go to a party for work and bring them and the other angels would be like “aww (angels name) and his two humans” and demon guy/girl (he was only male in the dream but he gave me gender fluid shapeshifter vibes) would be like “yes i am a normal boring human who works a boring human job as an accountant”

one of the angels made a vague joke about a demon being there (can’t remember what it was but it wasn’t that great anyways) and demon guys like “haha yes that’d be me” they all look at him and he’s like “jk it’s actually my wife!” because of course angel guys coworkers think wife jokes are still funny

and like all three of them will just be chilling watching I Love Lucy or something and demon guys boss will show up out of nowhere like “Where have you been? We need you back in hell to- oh hello who are you?”

and angel guy and human girl are panicking because their whole lives they’ve been taught about how demons are pure evil 

but then demon guy is like”OH… they’re new recruits!” as if he normally invites random satanists back to his place to watch tv

and his boss (who may be satan) is just like “no they’re not lol”

and angel guy and human girl are freaking out cause they think their husband/boyfriend is gonna get smote (smited?) right in front of their eyes for lying

and then he’s just like “nah I’m dating them”

and then his boss like “cool but we still need you in hell” and disappears

or demon guy makes a comment on angel guys copious amount of eyes and she’s just thinking like wtf? or something but then she remembers she can only see their human forms and realizes their with her because of her soul not her physical appearance or something

(Anyways it was a very funny dream and sorry for the shit grammar this was from over a year ago.)

#relationship dynamics #polyamorous relationship dynamics #writing prompt #angel character #demon character #genderfluid character

[lampmanliveblogs]

You ever get so spooked by a little bird that your eyes just loose all their color?

Anyways, the Golden Guard has decided to be vulnerable and open up about his backstory a bit here. Some very interesting stuff for sure.

First off and the biggest thing that stands out to me is that he says that ”Belos found him.” That makes it sound like the two might not be related at all, and Belos more so adopted GG. Of course, GG might be smudging the details there a bit. He sounds sincere, but if Bria from last episode taught me anything it’s that sometimes seeming sincerity shrouds secrets. I love alliteration.

The point is, he could just be lying or simply obfuscating the true relationship between him and Belos. After all, it might not be the best idea to to tell the known troublemaker and associate of (formerly) wanted criminal and anarchist that the Emperor’s favorite nephew is sitting right there, powerless without his stick.

It’s not just that he called Belos uncle though, but also the wording Belos used when talking to him. He said specifically that ”wild magic destroyed our family.” Not your family or our families. Our family. Unless that’s meant to be like a really broad term, like they’re the same family of witch, a deme with a low affinity for magic of something and wild magic wiped them out.

For now, I’m gonna continue operating under assumption that the two are related.

Supposedly, the Titan had big plans for GG. By now, you should all know that I am highly skeptical of this whole ”Titan’s will” thing Belos has got going.

GG mentioned that a lot of his ancestors didn’t have any magic. The real interesting part though is that he says his staff contains ”artificial magic.” Which sounds weird. It’s pretty much all but confirmed that magic comes directly from the Titan. I think I speculated it was its life force or soul living on, but the particulars of that don’t matter too much. The interesting part is how exactly one makes ”artificial magic.” Unless it just means the staff acts as a battery that GG can use. That’d make sense, since Luz was able to use it too.

The Golden Guard also said that Luz could decide her own future. The implication in that line being the GG isn’t all happy about the future planned for him by Belos (or the Titan).

Having bonded over reading the same book, being without natural magical talent, and being uncertain/unhappy at their futures, Luz decides to give GG back his staff.

”I know the beginnings of a redemption arc when I see it.” -Luz, probably

”Y-you know, redemption is something you have to work towards and I realize it might be difficult to, uh… take that first step. Right now, you’re feeling confused and emotional so, um… tell you what, I have this friend in the Human Realm, his name is Steven, he ’s really good with this stuff. Why don’t you talk to him and I’ll, ah… be on my way?” -Luz, probably

(Check out Old Gem, Young Owl by 616mcu for some quality Luz and Steven being friends btw)

His name is Hunter.

…is sure a revelation that would’ve been a lot more impactful if I didn’t already know it. I hope you people appreciate my strength in resisting all of the quality puns I could’ve made throughout this episode.

No, no, this is still interesting. I can talk about it.

Every time we’ve seen him up until this episode, he’s been wearing his mask. Hiding his face. Going by the title of the Golden Guard, in some sense, hiding away who he is inside. Once he lost his mask, we started seeing who this unapproachable guardian of the empire was inside. And he’s a guy with insecurities and regrets.

I mentioned before that Luz and GG have some things in common. They both can’t use magic, they read the same book on wild magic… and here he is, sharing a closely guarded secret with her. His name is Hunter.

”Teleports behind you. It’s personal, Kiki.” -Hunter, probably

(see, it’s funny, because i used that same meme for the golden guard back in episode one so it’s like it came full circle)

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e6 #hunting palismen

[sinsonminson]

So this is my first post, an an experimental one at that.

2.4K words

Just fluff nothing more: Steve Harrington x reader, Eddie Munson x reader - could be made into a series with either of them…or both if you’re nasty.

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I burst through the front door of Steve’s house, knowing he kept it unlocked, prepared for my arrival.

“Honey, I’m home” I shouted with glee, waiting for the uproar of friends waiting for me.

It had been 2 years since I graduated, leaving for college in Chicago, close enough so that I could remain a part of my friends lives in Hawkins, and close enough so that my police chief dad would actually let me leave - not without a lot of fighting, tears, and reluctant goodbyes. Even though I was only a couple hours away, the busy life of college left a disconnect with everyone back in Hawkins. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, hell even the kids, all tried their best along with me to keep in touch -but soon the weekly calls became monthly and the calls became occasional letters. I couldn’t admit to them now, after leaving to be on my own that I was struggling. It was lonely not having the people that I’m closest to in the world around me everyday, and the friends that I did make in college all felt so superficial in comparison. I did find comfort in one person though, that the guys back home knew all about. Mark was kind and funny, he knew when I needed space and when I needed affection - though we tried to keep labels of the table. If my dad ever found out that I had a boyfriend whilst living alone in the big city, he would drive over and threaten to bludgeon him with Steve’s bat.

After dropping my stuff off at dad’s and having a much needed chat over dinner, El suddenly piped up.

“We have to go now!” She said in a panic, looking at the clock.

“Woah what’s the rush sis? I’m only just home, can I not have some time to enjoy my family before rushing out to take you over to mike’s or whatever it is you’re needing?”

“No, it’s not Mike. I made a promise to them that’d I’d get you there for 8”

“Who’s them El?”

“You had better listen to her”, Hopper piped up, his head lifting from lighting up his cigarette.

“I come back home after 8 months and everyone’s trying to get rid of me. Really feeling the love guys” you laugh, but part of you feels a sting, not for long as El speaks up again.

“Y/N/N stop being stupid, Steve’s planned a surprise welcome home party for you, all the guys are going to be there! But we have to leave 10 minutes ago!!”

A grin creeped onto my face, thinking about the work Steve probably put into getting everyone organised, just for you.

“So you’re going to let her get away with calling me stupid?” I ask Hopper with a smirk that he returns.

“Well she did have a point, go on now, I’ll finish off the dishes”

El and I got organised, luckily I was already looking alright, wanting to make a good impression on the family coming home. A pair of ripped black jeans, an Iron Maiden perch top that I had ripped the sleeves off myself, and a pair of pretty knackered white converse. Swapping out my hoodie for a leather jacket I took one last look in the mirror, taking my hair out of a ponytail and ruffling it to look a little more presentable for a party. El dragged me by the arm already pulling the door open along with her screaming a goodbye to Hop.

“Bye girls, have fun tonight, but not too much!” He calls as the door slams shut.

“Honey, I’m home”

A flip of the light switch and bodies came jumping from behind couches and out of cupboards, all familiar faces shining with joy, and a flurry of ‘Welcome back’ ‘Surprise’ and ‘We missed you’, being hurled at me.

Trying my best to put on a surprised face and opening my arms for the hugs that followed, Steve turned to look at me eyebrows furrowed.

“She told you, didn’t she?” He questioned looking towards El.

“It wasn’t my fault she wasn’t budging from dinner so I had to convince her it wasn’t just an errand we had to run” El bites back, a disappointed look on her face. I pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

“It’s okay sweets, nothing would have moved me from a conversation with you and dad, you did what you had too, and I’m glad you did.” Taking a second to look up at everyone, a small tear coming to my eye, I brushed myself down.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started then!”

The evening started with music blaring and gathering in the living room, Dustin going over the highlights of everyones life and asking a million questions about mine. The comfort I felt being in that room with the people I love was something I couldn’t replicate at college. It was home.

Before I could get too comfortable the door bursts open, hearing the culprit long before seeing them.

“What the hell Harrington, you having a party without me?”

A familiar voice called out, but I couldn’t place it. Other than the many girls Steve dated, all his friends that I knew of were already in the room with me. That’s when he came around the corner. Long bouncing curls, patched leather jacket, and reeboks scuffing against the hardwood. The look of disappointment and confusion was clearly etched on his face as he took in the room inferno of him. I shamelessly took in his image, hard to ignore, as I was suddenly back in high school, having a crush on the older senior, that then became you classmate and the crush I left behind as I left for college.

Eddie Munson. I never really spoke to him in high school, just stole glances and shared nods in the corridors. One time he asked to borrow notes for biology, notes I never got back, and that was the longest we ever spoke for. There was always just something so intriguing about him. Of course it helped that I didn’t buy into any of the rumours, knowing full well from doing the younger kids in their games of D&D when they needed an extra, that there was nothing satanic about it.

Shaking myself from my thoughts, Steve spoke up standing in front of me, blocking the view.

“Hey Munson, sorry it’s just a little welcome home gathering, didn’t think you’d want to come, don’t think you’ve even met Y/N”

Steve stands aside and Eddie’s eyes lock with mine, he doesn’t say anything for a moment, but I see him look me up and down, eyes then coming back to linger on mine.

“Hey, it’s Eddie right?” I say as I start making my way towards him from my chair. Having to look up at him, he’s so much taller than I remember. “You’re more than welcome to stay, I could use someone new to talk to, these guys have heard all my stories twice” I laugh trying to get a reaction from him as he keeps his eyes trained on mine, making me squirm a little self consciously. He finally breaks eye contact to look around the room before speaking up.

“Uh you know my name?”

“Of course I do, you’re not easily forgotten about Eddie” I blush slightly, hoping he doesn’t pick up on it. “Spent enough classes hearing Ms. O’Donnell shouting it” a small laugh coming from his mouth, my smile eases as does his.

“Well, I guess I could stay for a bit then, didn’t realise you knew these guys that well” Part of me was insulted that they hadn’t spoken about me, if Eddie was comfortable enough around them to burst into the house the same as I did, I figured I would’ve come up in conversation at least once or twice.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been away at college the past couple years, don’t really get that much time to see them all” conversation between everyone else had picked up again and the music drowned out anything but the space between me and Eddie. “Speaking of, how did you get to know them? I wouldn’t have thought you would become besties with King Steve” I lightly punch his arm, he looks to the spot I hit then back to locking his brown eyes with mine.

“I can’t say I expected it either, but he’s different now” he looks behind me and nods at Steve, “other than the hair, that just keeps getting bigger” my laugh eases Eddie and I see him start to relax more into the room. Starting to feel the heat of the room, and from Eddie’s eyes, I start reaching for my back pocket, releasing my cigarettes and lighter, clearing my throat I start brushing past Eddie, desperate to get out of the room.

“I’m just gonna head out for a sec, grab a drink though, stay a while” he nods back to me and heads further into the room. Letting out a sigh I didn’t realise I was holding I made my way outside and lighting up. Muttering to myself to get it together but all I could think about was how different that one conversation, though brief, felt compared to Mark. He was a nice guy, but not once did I feel butterflies like that with him, never did I feel like I had to hide my blush from him. Composing myself I headed back inside, ready to have a fun night with my friends and make the most of the time we have together. Chatting to the girls and occasionally having glances towards Eddie was how the rest of the night seemed to go. Was it possible that this long lost crush I had for him was coming back? Was it possible he maybe felt the same? With the kids starting to get tired and asking to get home before curfew the night started coming to an end. El came up to me, “Hey, I can get a ride home with Max if you like? I think Nancy and Jonathan are staying longer, Robin too.”

“You sure? I don’t mind taking you, have some sister bonding time?”

“We have the whole summer to do that”

“Well how about I call dad and say you’re staying with Max, you girls can have a sleepover?” I ask directing my gaze to the red haired girl that came up to me, giving me a side hug.

“Yes please” Max replies for El “we haven’t had a proper chat in ages, you still ned to tell me everything about Mike!” El visibly blushes, as Max pinches her sides.

“Okay and that’s where I’m ending this conversation, you girls go, I’ll call dad now”

After calling Hopper and convincing him to let you both stay out, I fall back onto the couch beside Steve with a sigh.

“Tired?” He asks, putting his arm around me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Eddie clench the beer he’s holding a little harder.

“Me? Tired? Never. This night is just getting started now that it’s just us adults”

“I think calling any of us adults is a bit of a stretch” Robin laughs coming to squeeze in beside me and Steve.

“Hey, I have my own apartment and can legally buy alcohol” I say shoving my hand into the side of her face to push her back. “That at least makes me a partial adult.”

“Don’t forget your boyfriend too” Nancy says smirking.

“Ugh that’s enough of that, he’s not even my boyfriend” I say, arms up in defence as she starts walking towards me.

“From what I’ve heard, you guys are basically living together, that’s adult stuff.”

“You do dishes together”, Steve says in agreement.

“Ive done the dishes with Dustin too, that doesn’t mean anything”

“Ew don’t bring Henderson into this, Y/N” Steve responds, grimacing and turning his attention to Eddie.

“Come on, Eddie you agree, that’s grown up shit” Eddie’s eyes grow large, put on the spot in a conversation he’s obviously a little uncomfortable with. For what reason I don’t know, but I assume its everyone talking like old friends whilst he is completely out of the loop, an outsider again.

“Hey I’m not one to judge it” he responds after a beat “I’m not exactly an expert on relationships, or Y/N for that matter”

He looks towards me giving a tight lipped smile, with a surge of confidence maybe spurred on by the beer in my hands I get up and stand behind Eddie’s chair placing my hands on his shoulders, he turns his head and looks up at me trying to get a better look.

“Don’t worry Eddie, there’s plenty of time for that”

Robin moves her head to the side, whispering into Steve’s ear.

“You know, they make a cute couple”

Steve chokes on his beer, and screams a WHAT?! Causing everyone to look at him, my hands coming off his shoulders and going to sit on the empty loveseat beside Eddie.

“Woah” Robin starts muttering under her breath “didn’t expect that reaction from you”

“What just happened” Nancy asks, eyebrows furrowed, her journalistic curiosity getting the better of her.

“Eh nothing” Steve starts defensively, “just Robin flirting with me as usual” Robin scoffs hitting him and rolling her eyes, as Steve gives a smile towards me, not quite reaching his eyes.

I look over to Eddie, leaning in a bit closer.

“This is going to be a fun night” I say to him with a smirk, one he returns as he tips his beer towards mine in a cheers.

“To the happy couple” he whispers in my ear lowly, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

This is going to be an interesting summer.

#eddie munson x reader #steve x y/n #eddie x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson

[frankieking]

Final Confessional  Mentions of: You know you’re in here.

“Do you remember our staring contests?” Frankie kept a straight face, crossing one leg over the other. 

“We do, yes. Is that what we’re doing right now?” The producers chuckled in unison which Frankie found to be rather amusing. 

“Maybe. I like to keep the mystery going. But also, I want to get back to the gala event you guys have planned so I’ll be quick.” They offered them a smile, a small white flag and leaned back. “Wow, I can’t believe this is it, huh?” 

“Frankie, we’re really sorry about the way things ended up for you and Emma.” 

“And Emmie.” They cleared their throat. “Emmie too. You should be considering you gave us zero time to really sort anything out and all. In a perfect world, we’d all be SebTony and just fall in love but it was a little complicated with the remaining three.” 

“Well, we apologize. We would have loved to have seen you fall in love and break away that exterior.” 

“I feel like I should be offended by that but I feel you. Look, You have the wrong idea about me. I did come here in search of something meaningful because I didn’t have much or any of that back home. I just wanted to be sure of the validity of it all. So I kept myself protected in case this was all just a game for the others. Knowing me, I’d fall fast and hard and that’d only end in me being hurt and some ridiculous reality show edit for others to make memes about. And honestly, I’m the meme maker. You can’t beat me at my own game.” Frankie sighed. 

“And your thoughts now?” 

“Well, I was wrong. No one here is really like that. Even the ones that weren’t sure at first, they all had their reasons and they were just doing what I was. Keeping their heart protected. So if I were you, I’d be very careful what light you paint the others in. Slander is a thing you know. Just saying. Everyone here is very valid and I’m glad to have learned that because I adore each and every single cast mate. Some more than others of course.” 

“I feel like you have some specifics in mind.” 

“Yeah, I do. Emmie, Khamani, and Raj are just at the top of my head. They’re all amazing and have been wonderful to get to know. Funny and cool and great people but I know it’s not good television if we don’t have our villains I guess. But yeah, Everyone’s valid. Maybe certain things should have never been said, sure but...” They shrugged. “You take away burgers and Snickers from your best friend and see if they’re your best friend at the end of the day.” 

“I’m not sure if we follow.” 

“Just...this was the perfect scenario to create these characters and just remember it can follow them forever. Some become memes, some will be affected in their real-life relationships, some with their work lives. Just...keep that in mind.” 

“Our footage is pretty raw.” 

“Mmm don’t know about that but okay. At first it may be but things get edited. Listen, I get it. I work in the industry. Just...these people are all my friends so...be cool.” 

“You have a soft spot for those three?” 

 “For everyone. Did you know Celeste offered to bring me into her family? Raj is like this older brother-dad I never ever had. Riley and Aldrich are like big brothers and Cisco is like the uncle that spikes the iced tea. And don’t get me started on Chris. He is a gem! A GEM! Thomas is definitely the father chicken.” 

“Father chicken?” 

“Yeah, like Mother hen. Keep up.” 

“Anyway, Tony is literally a bag of marshmallows and I swear if he gets hurt by his exposure here, I will tear up the reality television show genre.” 

They chuckled and nodded. “Ok, ok. considered us warned.” 

“Look, I came here for love. And I found it. So I guess you guys win, huh?” Frankie offered them a final smile. “Oh and protect Juni and Luna and Astrid forever. I will make the damn t-shirts! Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. Oh and if you’re wondering, I’ll be doing a whole segment on ship-wrecked so you’re welcome to come on for interviewing. Especially you, Chad. Call me.” They signed a phone and held it to their ear. 

“We always leave these confessionals with you amused and confused.” 

“Then I did it right baby! Frankie OUT!” 

#( confessional. ) #swconfess

[domjaehyun]

oh yay thank you! so i need some advice on what to do with this guy, and i figure you might know something by cause the situation is slightly similar to pf 💀 basically there’s this guy i’ve known since i was like 13, he’s only a year older than me , and we go to the same college. basically he’s always flirting with me and sometimes it gets on my nerves but he is very attractive and nice and funny, he’s just kind of… a hoe? lmfao so i never really know what he’s looking for. another problem is he’s my brothers oldest and closest friend and my brother is pretty protective over me, even though he’s also only a year older than me, so there’s a likely chance he wouldn’t agree with me dating the guy. i might have considered giving in if only that wasn’t a problem, but i’m not sure what to do in this case. any advice…? 😭😭 tysm btw!!

hiii my love sorry this is a day or so late 😭 okay so this is real life and not fanfiction so i would definitely ask / talk to your brother. not only do i think it’s important for your relationship with him not to have a big secret like this, but i think his friendship with his friend is very important to him and that’d probably feel like a betrayal if he found out later.

additionally!! your brother might be the best gauge of his friend’s character if they’re this close and he could help you out with how to proceed; maybe his friend really is a lil hoe and can’t settle down. maybe he isn’t as much of a hoe as you may think!! but i think your brother is a valuable resource in this situation, so i’d start by telling / asking him and seeing how to proceed from there based on what he says / how he reacts.

GOOD LUCK !!!! feel free to update me!!

#answered #anon #advice