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tinyluvs · 10 months

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i saw your post and i’m here with fluff suggestions 🫡

cuddling in bed after spencer gets home from a long case and you just have to debrief about what’s been going on in your lives all tangled up in each other 💀💀💀 i hope this is good, just an idea but i completely get the not being in the mood to write smut thing

you’re a real one for this, tysm, ily & this idea & you were so quick with it too like 🫶🏻 anyways hope you enjoy! soft reid and even softer reader are my faves ♡ xo

the corner of the bed dips and startles you slightly, not that you were asleep but instead, just dozing. "spence?" you mumble, squinting at the shape of your boyfriend whilst pushing yourself up onto your elbow

"hey sweetheart, go back to sleep, sorry for waking you," he whispers, looking over his shoulder with a soft smile. after a second he stands, moving to your side of the bed in one big step, "sorry," he repeats, bending to kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose and finally your lips

"stop saying sorry, i wasn't even sleeping," you hum, pushing up on your hands to steal another kiss before he stands straight again, "i didn't think you were coming back tonight, i would've waited up," you pout at him slightly as he disappears across to the other side of the room

you watch him as he gets undressed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor while he rummages for his pyjamas, "we weren't supposed to, last minute thing," he explains, trailing off slightly at the end

once he's redressed he practically races across the room, flopping down on top of you before you could even put your arms out for him, "hey," you sigh with relief like you do every time he comes home safe, your fingers brushing gently through his hair

"hello," he answers simply, his voice muffled where his face is hidden against your neck. his hands slide underneath your body, colder than you'd like them to be against your back but you don't complain, "i love you,"

before you can respond his fingers tickle over your waist, "no! spence, don't you dare!" you gasp, eyes widening and hands grabbing at him in attempts to push him off of you, it doesn't work

spencer grins at you, "say it back and i won't," he offers with a small shrug

"i was going to anyway," you huff at him lightly. he raises an eyebrow at you, hands squeezing at your waist in warning, "okay! i love you too, please,"

he hums with satisfaction, dipping for a kiss through a cheeky smile before rolling off of you, his back hitting the mattress with a small bounce, "come here,"

without protest you wiggle across the bed while he switches off the lamp. the space next to him, under his arm was made for you, your body slotting against his like you're a two piece puzzle

your head rests on his shoulder while your legs tangle with his, both of your bodies using muscle memory to get comfy. his fingers trailing up and down the dip in your spine while yours trace patterns over his heart

"how's your week been?" he asks, turning slightly towards you, his cheek smushing against the top of your head, "do anything fun?"

"i went to the park with will and the kids, jack included," you whisper, "that was fun, we got ice cream and swung on the swings until we felt sick, will was a bit concerned,"

spencer chuckles while you giggle quickly, recalling the way will had pleaded his own two children, you and jack to get off of the swings for a while, "i bet jj will tell me about this when i see her," your boyfriend smiles, his cheeks rising causing your head to wobble slightly

"oh i bet, will won't ever let me hang out with them again!" quietly, you cry out, dramatically throwing your arm upwards before letting it smack back down onto the bed before giggling again

"m'sure he will, now, what else did you do? besides traumatising will," spencer yawns which makes you suddenly very conscious of the fact that it's the early hours of the morning and he must be exhausted

"we can talk about it tomorrow angel," tilting your head up, you rest you chin just below his collarbone, your knuckles ghosting over his jawline and slight stubble, which you adore

he looks down at you through his lashes with a slight frown, "no, please, carry on" he pauses to kiss your forehead, "i slept on the jet, hold on," in one movement he readjusts both of you, so you're laying on your sides, facing each other, legs still tangling together

"okay," you trail your fingers up his side, pausing to let him shiver as his body familiarises itself with the gentle touch before carrying on, "i finally took the disposable camera to get developed, tried a new coffee place that i think you will like," you start to list off, listening to spencer humming after each thing

"uhm, i made that recipe rossi gave me, it turned out amazing," groaning slightly as you remember the pasta, "oh! the guy in the flower shop gave me free sunflowers after i told him they were my favourites!" you gasp slightly

spencer gasps louder, his filled with offence, "i told you he had a crush on you," he hums, matter of factly while drumming his fingers against your hip bone. you lightly tap him with your hand, unable to fight the smile that passes over your lips as he laughs

"he does not!"

"oh, he does sweetheart but you're all mine," he grumbles through gritted teeth, squeezing you slightly too tight but only for a second before you're settling back against the warmth of his body, "did you finish that book you were reading?"

"i did! it was great, you can read it if you want," this time, you start to yawn, eyes becoming heavy against your will, "hey, have you got the day off tomorrow?" you ask

spencer pulls the duvet up, shimmying his shoulders until he's slightly further down the bed, "i do, i was thinking i could read that book over breakfast, we could go to that coffee place you were talking about, maybe the book store and get the ingredients for that pasta," he explains

"sounds perfect to me," with a soft sigh you allow tiredness to start taking over your body, your head lolling against his chest as your eyes flutter shut and all your senses fill with spencer

"and we are stopping by the flower store,"

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strxbrymochi · 3 months

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i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

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writingstoraes · 10 months

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i am so addicted to your instagram au! they are *chef kiss* 😘

can i request for a girl dad charles? maybe doing domestic things with his baby girl, like having tea parties & dressing up. thank you in advance if you’re doing it! ❤️

anything and everything 🩰

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: thank u so much, lovely anon <3 and thank u also for requesting and i hope u like this! lmk what u guys think hehe

about: what the request said; just peak girl dad charles.

ynleclerc

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ynleclerc i would just like everyone to see this vintage ferrari jacket for kids that charles ferociously fought for on the internet. he picked it up today and said he cannot wait to make his little princess wear it 🫡

carlossainz55 Lol he was asking me to make a bid to that so the other buyer would back out

lecsfam CRYING imagine the charles leclerc fighting you on a bid and losing

charles_leclerc What... we like dressing up, this way I can wear mine and we match ❤️

hamilecs I LOVEEE GIRLDAD CHARLES

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Spent my day off with my favorite girl in the world 🌍

ynleclerc i see how it is 🤨

charles_leclerc Only cause you're my favorite person, amour

pierregasly My adorable baby girl! Tell her her favorite uncle says hi

landonorris You are not her favorite... charles_leclerc You're right, Lando! It's Enzo. Hope this helps :) landonorris What the fuck

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Emma had a tiring day at the mall today cause Y/N and I had to go shopping. Spirits were lifted once she made me wear the "cute" headbands she asked her mama to buy when I wasn't looking 🤣

ynleclerc respectfully looking...

livelaughcharles SHES SO ME I AGREE QUEEN

carlossainz55 If you ask me you should've worn the Minnie Mouse one

charles_leclerc If Emma asks, I would 🤷 (She says Minnie is for her)

ynleclerc recently added to her instagram story!

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

ynleclerc

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ynleclerc charles had to leave really early in the morning so he wasn't able to drop emma at school today, which made her really sad (and a bit crabby 🤣) but no problem is never solved when ice cream is involved! my little papa's girl is at it again ❤️

rest assured charles made it up to her by promising her all the ice cream she wishes for 🍦

lilymhe So you just accepted she's a massive daddy's girl

ynleclerc if you can't beat em, join em 🫡

landosnandos EMMA THE MOST ADORABLE

charles_leclerc Literally anything and everything she wants, I'll buy it 🤷

charliewowz pls adopt me

charles_leclerc recently added to his instagram story!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Papa Diaries entry 16: Was Emma's playmate the whole day 🧸 Honestly that braid looks better on her that it did on me when I wore it earlier. She also borrowed some of her mama's make up so she can test it on me.

ynleclerc so that's why your lips were shade rouge red?

charles_leclerc Your daughter put me up to it ynleclerc MY daughter???

carlossainz55 Petition that you post your caked-up face PLEASE.

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Emma makes all chores enjoyable ❤️

franciscagomes Maybe I should borrow Emma so Pierre can finally vacuum the basement?

pierresgirl SO ADORABLEEE ❤️

carlossirhamilton our fave dad-daughter duo!

ynleclerc

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ynleclerc charles and emma in matching outfits for today. clearly, i didn't get the memo 🤣

luvahf1 So cute :(( Was this Charles' idea?

ynleclerc yes! apparently he wants to be matching with emma from now on 🤭

charles_leclerc This was unplanned I swear!

ynleclerc you literally took that outfit out last night before bed

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notes: thank u so much for reading <3

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Feed the Flame

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 2,869

Summary: You like Eddie. He likes you. You’re both shy and sort of oblivious but thankfully Robin and Steve play matchmaker.

Author’s Note: I don’t even know where I got this idea but I’m so in love with it and how fun and ridiculous Steve and Robin are and it was just so fun to write! And then adding the skating was the best because I love it and thank you so much to my sweet loves @borikenlove and @irisofeden for reassuring me that skating would be an Eddie thing! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @wannabehamlet thank you sweets! 💕

PS The song I chose for the ending is a fave of mine, and although it didn’t come out until 1987, we are gonna pretend that it is 1987 and EVERYHTING IS FINE! 😁😁💕 Listen HERE

Warnings: lots of fun and fluff, flirting, some tension, sweetness, light teasing, good music!

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @rosetico thank you lovely! 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“You know he’s got the hots for you right?”

At Robin’s matter of fact statement, you look up with a pinched face, the polish brush motionless between your fingers.

“Nuh uh, he doesn’t talk to me enough!” you shoot back. “And I know he talks because he’s always yapping with Dustin and Mike and Lucas! Shit, he even talks to Steve.”

“That’s only because he thinks you’re like an elf Goddess, princess, warrior faery or something…Steve however…is not.”

You stare at your friend, blinking several times before bursting into a fit of giggles. She joins you after throwing your iron maiden cassette at your head.

“Whatever,” she says through her laughter. “Pay better attention when we all go for ice cream this weekend. You’ll see.”

With an obnoxious blow of a raspberry, you echo her “whatever” and go back to painting your nails but as soon as your teeth dig into your bottom lip Robin let’s out an excited screech.

“I knew it! Tell me everything!” she insists.

You look up at her, unable to stop your growing smile.

“He has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen!” you gush, giggling and dropping to the bed. “And I love his hair!”

Robin presses a hand to her chest, dropping her head back and squealing louder. “You’ve got it bad girl.”

“You’re gonna actually talk to her Saturday right?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie out of the arcade. “You know more than like ‘hello and what’s up?’”

“Dude. It’s not that easy,” Eddie states before chewing on a piece of his hair. “I can’t just be like ‘hey, I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and I want you to be my girl. Let’s play DnD and you can listen to me play guitar and…’”

Steve rolls his eyes. “No. You can’t say that! I mean the guitar stuff is good, chicks love a musician but…”

With an exasperated sigh Steve lays one hand on Eddie’s shoulder, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other.

“Listen Munson. Just…try to say something. Otherwise, you might miss your opportunity and believe me…I know how bad that sucks,” Steve admits.

Eddie’s eyes soften and he nods his head in understanding. “I’ll try. I really like her but I suck at this.”

“Well according to Henderson you’re like the most amazing Dungeon Dude there is,” Steve replies with a theatric wave of his hands. “Can’t you use some of that shit on her?”

“Dungeon Dude?” Eddie scoffs, his eyes wide. “You mean Dungeon Master!”

“Whatever,” Steve grumbles, pushing his flopping hair out of his face. “But apparently you really put on a show so you know…. make it happen!”

“Henderson,” Eddie murmurs. “Love that kid!”

You’re on the line at Scoops Ahoy, staring at the list of flavors when Robin slides up behind you.

“You sure look pretty tonight,” she giggles. “I wonder why???”

“Just for you,” you tell her, winking.

“Well, I really appreciate it and so does someone else,” she teases.

You narrow your eyes and start to turn around toward the table where your friends are sitting.

“Don’t look now!” Robin whisper shouts. “He’s staring again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

And before she can stop you, you spin on your heel and look straight at Eddie, his eyes on you. Your little gasp makes Robin snort and thankfully you have a mind enough to throw him a little wave. His lips part in a smile and he waves back.

“Well, that wasn’t a complete bomb!” Robin says before she groans and adds, “ah shit, here comes Jock Carver.”

You let out an audible groan and set your jaw in hard line, continuing to stare at the ice cream flavors.

“You here all by yourself beautiful?” Jason asks when he walks up next to you.

Robin’s eyes widen and she scoffs. “Obviously not asshole.”

You laugh and give Robin’s hand a squeeze. “No. I’m with my friends,” you answer Jason without glancing his way.

He laughs mockingly and turns his head to glare at your table of friends. “Hanging with the freaks again I see.”

“Mind your business Carver,” you seethe. “No one asked you.”

“But you know I’d show you a better time right?” Jason croons, stepping closer to you.

You back away with a sour look on your face, thankful that the cashier calls for you next to take your order.

“Fucking Carver. He’s such a d bag,” Steve mutters.

“Why is he talking to her?” Eddie asks, his eyes glued to you during the whole interaction with Jason.

“Because he’s been asking her out all year,” Max states with a roll of her eyes. “Duh.”

Eddie swallows hard and his worried eyes turn to Steve.

“She keeps saying no,” Steve informs Eddie, giving him a knowing look.

When Eddie’s eyes swing back to you, you’re about to pay for your ice cream. Robin walks back to the table and sits next to Steve, pushing everyone around the booth until there’s no room left.

“Hey, you guys didn’t leave me a seat, shove over!” you say when you arrive with your cone.

Robin tries to move but Steve stays glued to the seat.

“We can’t,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, “no room.”

Robin elbows Steve and pushes him again. Steve just smiles wider at you.

“What the hell Harrington, make room,” Robin grumbles under her breath.

“Will you quit it,” Steve grumbles back. “I’ve got this.”

Before Robin can give him a sassy reply, Steve blurts out. “Just sit with Eddie.”

“There’s no room,” you state with a deadpan look before smiling sweetly at Eddie. “What do you want me to do? Sit in his lap?”

Robin eyes light up in understanding and she knocks her knee into Steve’s under the table, the action making Steve wince.

“YES!” Robin exclaims. “That’s exactly what you have to do. Right Eddie?”

Dustin, Lucas, Max and Mike are lost in their own argument over the best flavor of ice cream at Scoops Ahoy and are oblivious to the mayhem happening at the front of the table.

You shoot Robin a death glare that only hardens when you move to Steve’s agreeable face, his eyebrows nearly meeting his extremely high hairline.

You take a deep breath and turn to Eddie to apologize but when you do he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“It’s all yours,” Eddie says, clearing his throat.

Before giving yourself time to have a freak out you sit, your body tingling the moment his arm rests gently around your waist.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

“Very,” you answer, trying to keep your voice steady.

Deciding the best thing to do is to eat your rapidly melting ice cream you take a lick and try to look anywhere but at Steve and Robin’s overly excited faces.

“That’s my favorite flavor too,” Eddie says. “It’s the best one.”

Your reply is interrupted by Dustin, still oblivious, when he shouts, “NO WAY EDDIE!”

Max’s squints at you and Eddie, clearly assessing. “Why are you in his lap?”

“NO ROOM!” Robin interjects loudly. “And no way what Henderson! No one likes cherry flavor!”

Max looks less than convinced with a roll of her eyes but doesn’t say more while Dustin shoots back at Robin, “YES THEY DO, right Lucas.”

Lucas just shakes his head, his lip curled up in disgust. “NO. Oreo Cookies and Cream is the best.”

Dustin’s head falls back against the cushioned seat and he covers his eyes. “Can’t go anywhere with you people.”

“Want some?” you ask Eddie, turning slightly so you can see him better.

Eddie wraps his hand around your hand that’s around the cone and pulls the vanilla ice cream to his lips, taking a lick while he keeps his eyes on you.

“Thanks,” he whispers, “definitely the best flavor.”

Dustin scoffs and stares at Eddie in betrayed disbelief while Robin and Steve can barely contain their delight.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Mike asks, looking pointedly at Steve and Robin.

“Nothing. Why would anything be wrong. Can’t we enjoy our ice cream with friends,” Robin says quickly and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about what’s going on with the adults,” Steve says, his no nonsense look directed at all four kids.

The four kids roll their eyes in unison before Dustin shouts, “hey you guys wanna go to the roller rink tonight?”

“You can’t skate Dustin!” Lucas points out with a smirk.

“Well, I’ll never get better if I don’t practice!” Dustin replies, lifting his brows.

“I love roller skating!” you add, turning to Eddie. “Are you in?”

“You betcha,” he answers.

Eddie offers to drive you to the rink.

“I wanna go with you guys too,” Dustin chimes in.

“Nope Henderson. You’re coming with me,” Steve states, pointing to his car.

“I’ll go with them,” Mike says, walking toward you and Eddie.

“No, you won’t,” Robin says, redirecting Mike toward Steve’s car. “You’re coming with us too.”

“There’s NO ROOM!” Lucas shouts. “Why can’t someone go with them?”

“Just get in the car you nerds,” Max grumbles. “You’re so clueless.”

Lucas, Mike and Dustin all exchange confused looks before huffing and getting in the car. Max glares at Steve and Robin, then at you and Eddie.

“You jerks owe me one,” she grits out before smooshing into the backseat and slamming the door.

You and Eddie exchange a wide-eyed look before he opens the door to the van to let you in and you both miss the silent high five between Robin and Steve.

“How about some Iron Maiden?” Eddie asks you when he starts to drive.

“Sounds great,” you answer, going through his cassettes.

“On no! Wait,” you exclaim. “Put this on.”

You hand him ‘Defenders of the Faith’ by Judas Priest.

“I love this album,” Eddie cheers as he pops it into the cassette player.

Both you and Eddie are still singing when you get out of the car and head into the rink.

“When is he gonna kiss her?” Robin whispers to Steve as they watch you and Eddie walk in.

“At least they’re talking,” Steve says with a nose scrunch.

“Less talking. More kissing,” Robin huffs. “We have to do more.”

“Woah, woah,” Steve says, holding his hands up in front of Robin. “Let’s at least see how they do skating, huh?”

“You’re such a butthead Harrington,” Robin says before walking off to the lockers.

“It’s been a while since I’ve skated,” Eddie admits as he ties his roller skates. “I hope I don’t suck.”

“That’s ok. I’m probably going to suck too,” you giggle.

Dustin shakily skates by and waves, his grin wide as he gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“I can’t wait to see this,” Eddie smiles, shooting Dustin two thumbs up back.

“Me either,” you laugh.

When you stand you’re a little wobbly but make it to the door of the rink without too much trouble.

“So far so good,” Eddie says from behind you.

You step onto the smooth rink, the disco lights dancing off the shiny floor in multiple colors and the music thumping loudly in your ears.

‘Another One Bites the Dust’ by Queen starts to play and you give Eddie a mischievous smile.

“Not foreboding at all!”

Just as you finish saying the words you lose your balance and careen backward straight into Eddie’s arms.

“I gotcha sweetheart,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, exhaling when you’re back upright.

His arm slides from around your waist to your hand and his fingers close tightly around it.

“This way if one of us starts to go down we can go together,” he winks.

“More cushioning,” you answer with a smile.

“You can’t stand here and hang on to the wall the whole time and stare at them! It’s creepy Robin!” Steve hisses. “SKATE!”

“I can’t skate HARRINGTON!” Robin answers back.

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall, keeping his balance and skating around to check on the kids. Robin catches you and Eddie coming around the rink, your hands entwined and your faces bright with smiles.

Robin waits for you two to pass, oblivious to her presence as she pushes off right behind you, immediately flailing her arms wildly to keep balance. Just before she falls forward she grabs the back of your shirt, tugging hard and making you stumble.

Naturally so does Eddie and in a tangle of arms and legs you all go down.

Eddie breaks most of your fall and you find yourself face to face with him and half lying on top of him while Robin is smiling brightly from beside you and waving.

“Sorry guys! Lost my balance,” Robin says cheerily.

Steve skates over and stops, hands on his hips. “You ok?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated.

“Yup! Great!” Robin chimes, grabbing Steve’s leg until he helps her up. “Let’s go,” she says, pulling him away.

“You sure you’re ok?” Eddie asks you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You smell good,” you blurt out, brushing a curl from his face. “And uh, yea…totally fine,” you finish, dropping your head to hide in his chest.

You finally lift your face and look at him, your smile sheepish.

“Thanks,” he starts, his cheeks pink. “So do you.”

He helps you up and keeps a hold of your hand.

“DAMNIT WHY DIDN’T THAT WORK!” Robin complains, shoving Steve in the shoulder.

“Will you calm down! They’re not gonna make out of the floor of the rink!” Steve exclaims, his face pinched with thought. “Wait! I have an idea!”

He waggles his brows before skating off the rink and over to the DJ booth. Robin watches him flirt his way through whatever plan he has and when he returns he’s wearing a triumphant grin.

“Do I wanna know?” Robin asks.

“Just wait for it,” Steve answers.

You and Eddie make your way past Dustin, who is still clinging to the wall but all smiles and you wave to Lucas, Mike and Max when you see them skate by, Max’s eyes sparkling when she zeroes in on your grasped hands.

When you reach the far end of the rink the lights suddenly go down low and the sounds of ‘Double Dutch Bus’ by Frankie Smith fade, leading straight into ‘The Flame’ by Cheap Trick.

“Oh, I love this song!!!” you squeal, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“There’s some good guitar action in this one,” Eddie adds.

“And that’s our cue to get off the rink,” Robin says, tugging at Steve’s sweatshirt.

“EXACTLY!” Steve answers, looking way too proud of himself. “Couples skate!”

Robin’s mouth falls open and she claps happily. “I have to give it to you Harrington. Well played.”

“Come on let’s go make sure the little buttheads don’t interfere,” Robin continues, gesturing toward Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max.

“Good idea,” Steve says, “but I have a feeling Max won’t let them.”

"Can you play this on guitar?” you ask Eddie.

“I haven’t tried but I will if you want,” he says sweetly. “Can’t be too hard.”

“Really Eddie!?”

“Of course,” he assures you as he starts to slow down and pull you toward the wall.

The change in speed makes your feet start to slide out from under you and Eddie’s arms shoot out to steady you when your body meets the wall.

You turn to face him and he rolls into you, placing his arms along the railing on either side of you.

“Why did you stop?” you squeak out as he inches closer.

“Just taking a break,” he whispers and you watch as his gaze drops to your lips, his warm breath fanning your cheek.

He bends down, lips lightly brushing the soft skin of your cheek.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

You say nothing, his delicate touch making your entire body tremble and you grab hold of the front of his denim vest. His lips barely graze yours, so soft that your breath hitches in a quiet gasp.

“Or now?” he asks.

Your eyes flutter closed but you make no sound at all and then his lips are on yours.

He gathers you closer, the feel of his body pressed tight to yours making your lips part and he deepens the kiss. The sounds of Cheap Trick grow fainter and even on your skates you feel as if you’re floating, your senses completely overwhelmed by him.

His hand slips under your shirt, warm against your skin and his rings brush along your waist until his fingertips smooth down your spine, pulling you closer and leaving no space between your bodies.

You finally pull away, not for want but rather to take a breath.

“Wow,” he whispers against your lips, his nose gently bumping yours.

His long, dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his eyes fall to your lips again.

“Definitely wow,” you repeat, sliding your hands up his arms and into his hair.

His curls brush your cheek before he dips his head, capturing your lips once more and as you drift away again you’re sure you hear Robin and Steve cheering in celebration.

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milla984 · 7 months

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And in the Beginning...

Summary: after spending a day at D.C.’s most renowned multifandom convention Spencer and Garcia stop for a coffee. Spoiler alert - our fave Resident Genius dumps their order on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader (Reader is a sci-fi buff)

Category: fluff

TW/CW: swearing, mentions of food, some Star Wars-related talk

Word Count: 2k

Once again, a ginormous THANK YOU to @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read the first draft (aka witnessing the horror)!

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins' CM Meet Cute (or not) Challenge and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“Highlight of the day?! Jamie Hewlett signing my copy of The Cream of Tank Girl! In you face, Mr. 'Superman Can Fly'...!”

The woman carrying a Chinese paper umbrella rummaged through her purse to retrieve a wallet and pay at the coffee truck parked outside the convention center; stylish two-tone glasses matched the army green jumpsuit with a teddy bear patch on her right leg and the blue mandarin collar button-down shirt she was wearing, and her blond hair was tied up in a pair of small side buns.

The tall man beside her chuckled as he picked up two cups. “I don’t know if I should be more impressed or worried.”

“Why?! We made a deal and it’s perfect: he can have Sci-Fi-Gate, I’m keeping WashCon.”

“Sci-Fi-Gate has amazing Star Trek guests, though…”

A long and colorful scarf was wrapped around his neck and a deep red cravat necktie peeked out of the hem of a plaid design vest, combined with a single-breasted brown coat and a pair of grey pants.

“I can't believe you would really choose the Captains of the Enterprise panel over my emotional stability,” she frowned, paying zero attention to the cosplayer in a trenchcoat with a pair of black wings attached to their back she was about to brush past.

When the feathers smacked her cheek she pulled back, the tips of her umbrella almost poking the tall guy dressed as Doctor Who in the eye; the sudden movement startled the cosplayer and a rapid swing of their dark wings created a commotion in the crowd of people waiting for their turn to order. In the confusion that followed, a random shoulder bumped into yours and pushed you out of the line and off the sidewalk, right in front of the Fourth Doctor - who was struggling to maintain his Fedora in place and watch where he was going at the same time.

Needless to say, he ended up failing at both.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” the blond woman asked.

“I’m so sorry, SO SO SORRY—” the tall guy apologized simultaneously and she cut him off, rushing to your side.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

The frantic exchange prompted your brain to whoosh into light speed mode to elaborate and discharge the ‘Ah, shit!!’ and ‘wait… is this iced macchiato?!?!’ inputs in favor of a more suitable reaction at the sight of the considerable amount of caffeine soaking your hoodie.

“... I think I’m okay.”

“First-aid manuals suggest removing all clothes or jewelry near the affected area within moments after the spillage of a hot liquid,” the tall guy said, and the woman gasped in shock.

“Please tell me you didn’t get burned! Once I got this non-fat steamed white chocolate vani—”

“I’m fine,” you growled a bit.

Someone behind you was snickering and, despite the relief of not having sustained serious injuries, the attention was already making you feel uncomfortable.

“Scalds are caused by sources of humid heat and certain types of fibers retain the water, which can be responsible for additional damage to the skin,” the tall guy explained again, speaking faster than anyone you had ever heard.

You tucked your shirt in your jeans and raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Let me guess: you’re a doctor.”

“Well… uhm, yes, this is my…” he faltered, unable to tell if you were referencing his costume as a pun or not. “I am, actually.”

“Not that kind of doctor,” the woman added.

She sighed as soon as she realized you were standing there speechless, drenched in coffee, your gaze wandering back and forth between them. “I’m so sorry…”

“They should be more careful with the lids. I think I got lucky,” you muttered through gritted teeth as you pulled the zip down.

Thanks to the decision to splurge some money on yourself, earlier on, you had something to replace your soiled hoodie with. The Fourth Doctor looked away and focused his attention on the cups he was still holding in his hands; before he threw them in the nearest trashcan he inspected their content, confirming he’d fortunately spilled on you a combination of 98% half-caf iced caramel macchiato and just 2% regular hot americano.

The woman was still clasping the handle of her umbrella. “Listen, we were about to check out this itsy-bitsy lovely Indian place ‘round the corner, maybe you should come with us. You know… to try and get cleaned up a little.”

You dug into the shopping bag at your feet, taking a sealed package out to rip the plastic film wrapped around a brown sweatshirt with a stylized front print of the panoramic view of the desert, Jabba the Hutt’s palace and twin suns on Tatooine, and put it on.

“No offense, but my parents taught me to never follow strangers.”

“None taken,” the tall guy replied, “they were absolutely right. According to the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System, about 90,000 individuals are reported missing in the U.S. every year and the National Institute of Justice estimates that approximately 4,400 unidentified bodies are recovered annually.”

For the second time in less than five minutes, you considered the possibility he could truly be from Gallifrey. You also wondered if he was aware of his perfect facial structure: everything about his demeanor indicated he wasn’t too skilled in the art of charming people using his sculpted jawline and lean figure.

“... do you always quote statistics about murders and kidnappings like it’s a casual topic of conversation?”

His eyes got even bigger, showing a hint of gold on the inside. “It was merely an observation—”

“Yeah, he… does that,” the woman came to his rescue, “and even if it sounds bad, trust me it’s- it's part of his job. Our job. Except, I don’t deal with the scary, disturbing, yucky stuff.”

Your question wasn’t meant to come out in such a sarcastic tone. “You’re cops?!”

“FBI. Tech Analyst and Behavioral Analysis Unit,” she explained, and the tall guy waved a silent greeting at you.

Even though the chance of running into the Bureau personnel stationed in D.C., at some point, wasn’t unreasonable, ‘two FBI agents walk into a multifandom convention dressed as characters from sci-fi TV shows’ could have easily been the beginning of a bad joke.

Plus, it was hard to picture the Fourth Doctor as a G-Man. “What’s your Ph.D. in, exactly?”

“I have a Ph.D. in Mathematics. And Chemistry, and Engineering. And I hold BAs in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy.”

“Google him. Spencer Reid, B-A-U,” the woman suggested after a short pause, in response to your skeptical expression.

Judging by her tone she was daring you to, as if the situation wasn’t already giving off major The Twilight Zone vibes… and yet, instead of bidding them an unenthusiastic farewell, you pulled out your phone to type his name.

A plethora of results popped on the screen seconds later, so you first clicked on the link titled BAU’s newest member.

“With three doctorate degrees from Caltech already, and a staggering IQ of 187 as well as an eidetic memory there is no psychological exam or test the FBI could put in front of him he could not ace,” the piece said about newly-recruited Spencer Reid.

“When I ask why he chose Caltech over MIT and Stanford, he quickly runs down a list of Professors he had a desire to study with. He makes no mention of the weather or girls,” an older article reported.

You skipped through at least a dozen mentions of SSA Reid’s outstanding performances in the field, then a PDF document, property of the California Institute of Technology, caught your interest and you read the title aloud.

“Identifying non-obvious relationship—”

“Non-obvious relationship factors using cluster-weighted modeling and geographic regression,” he recited by heart, “that's my Engineering dissertation.”

He was too prepared on the subject and too adorably peculiar to be an impostor posing as a genius FBI agent for kicks, during the weekend; you picked his Fedora off the ground as a peace offering.

“Seems like you’re a wunderkind, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer lowered his chin so he could mask the rush of blood to his cheeks and his friend giggled, gently linking arms with you.

“Now, there’s something relevant we need to discuss, pronto… how do you feel about veg biryani?”

An hour and a half proved to be all the time you needed to form a solid conviction that Spencer Reid going on a spiel about the original blueprints of a fictional space station was the best thing since sliced bread.

“It’s part of the iconic imagery Lucas wanted to establish, there’s no health and safety. And don’t forget it was originally designed by the Geonosians.”

You snorted at the mention of the classic ‘designed by a flying alien species’ argument. “That’s not an excuse! Even if the Geonosians designed it, they knew it was meant to be used by humanoid creatures.”

After leaving the restaurant, where you had insisted on paying for your share - much to Garcia's dismay, you’d walked back to the convention center’s parking lot and now you were waiting by your car for Penelope to get hers. As you had recently discovered, she loved mugs, old Italian movies and playing the ukulele; Spencer wasn’t as outgoing and chatty, especially about his private life, but Star Wars was for sure one of his numerous areas of expertise.

“TIE fighters don’t have a proper defense system and the original prototype even lacked structural integrity to support atmospheric flight. The Empire doesn't care about casualties, it’s safe to think they never bothered to install a guardrail or other appropriate safety measures because to them the Death Star technicians are expendable.”

“Okay… solid theory,” you admitted, making him smile as he wiped his forehead to get rid of a lock of curly hair.

“Thank you. It’s nice to have a discussion with someone who knows about the Geonosians. Or the Death Star. It only happened twice but I’ve had people asking me what that was.”

When the convertible Cadillac with a plastic Hawaiian lei tied to the rear-view mirror stopped inches from you, Garcia - behind the steering wheel - proudly gestured at the extension of her eccentric personality.

“Meet Esther. Isn’t she fab?”

You wolf whistled your appreciation, gliding your fingertips over the leather upholstery and orange body paint. “Quick question: how much do you think I’d get if I sued two FBI agents for… damages, let’s say?!”

Penelope produced a fluffy pen out of the glove compartment and scribbled something on the back of a PetMAC receipt she handed it to you.

“Sweet pea, if I were you I'd settle for a lifetime of free IT support.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, “I’m kind of tired of being bullied by my own laptop.”

She stared at you for a moment before her face lit up, like a girl on a trip to a four-story candy shop. “... have you ever been to Baltimore ComicCon?!” she asked out of the blue while Spencer plopped himself down on the passenger seat.

You shook your head. “Do you guys—”

“We should totally go together!!” Garcia proposed. Or rather, declared.

In all honesty, the prospect of attending another convention on your own was depressing and you’d given up on the one in Maryland for that specific reason; you turned to Spencer for his approval, too, and he nodded, maybe because he knew there was no way of stopping Garcia if she had her mind set on a specific goal.

“Baltimore it is, then…?!”

Penelope shot you a smug grin. “Keep in touch. We still owe you a nice dinner and ComicCon’s not up until September, I’d hate to run a background check on your license plate to find you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the idea and saluted them goodbye as they drove off, Esther’s taillights shining bright red.

What a weird Saturday. Meeting a real life genius and the quirkiest FBI agent ever came with a price, and one of your favorite hoodies was most likely beyond salvaging. You needed to know if Spencer Reid was well worth it.

Garcia’s words then echoed in your ears, so you sat in your car and unlocked your phone, scrolling through the most recent Google searches: you had a lot of reading to do.

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wooataes · 7 months

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Pretty Coincidences (Part One)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Strangers to ??? AU, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of plane crashes, swearing

Summary: Choosing to run away from your problems on an impromptu trip to Italy may be the best decision you’ve made in your life thus far.

A/N: a belated birthday fic for the beautiful Jeonghan and also a belated birthday fic for my fave Carat friend Zan 💜

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Part Two?

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

You feel almost dead inside as you sit in the backseat of your Uber, unshed tears tempting you to break the flood gates. How the fuck did you get here, in an Uber on the way to Incheon Airport running away from your responsibilities and problems?

The answer was Geumjae.

Forty eight hours ago, you were happy. You were happy and in love with your seemingly loving boyfriend of four years, Geumjae, in the talks of buying an apartment together and Geumjae planning to pop the question to you this coming Christmas in front of both your families. That was, until, you decided to take the afternoon off from your office job, feeling unwell and in all honesty, wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and your bed.

Instead of finding your loving boyfriend making soup for you in your apartment, you were greeted to the sounds of aggressive lovemaking coming from your personal bedroom. That scumbag was using YOUR bed in YOUR apartment to sleep with other women?! No fucking way.

Now, you’re not a pushover or a pussy. On the contrary, you proved to yourself that you’re the opposite; storming into your bedroom and throwing out your new ex boyfriend and his flimsy little side-piece, who you vaguely recognized as your now ex-best friend, who was trying to stammer some sort of apology. You didn’t hear her as she spoke though, only throwing both him and her out of your apartment with nothing but the clothes on their backs, which at that moment, was none at all, leaving them to rush to his car as quick as possible without being seen, as you curled up on the living room floor in hysterics.

After a long night of tears, a whole tub of ice cream, half a bottle of wine and burnt clothes, photos and bedsheets, at the ripe time of 2:43am, you feel the sadness within you seep into a seething anger.

Screw this guy! You don’t need him! You can do a lot better and deserve someone who will love and treat you right! Who else can treat you better than yourself?

In a half-tipsy wine drunk state, you grab your laptop and start typing travel options in your search bar.

You had always dreamed of wanting to go on a trip to see Italy ever since you met Geumjae, and for four long draining years, your requests were always rebuffed with a ‘I can’t afford it’ or ‘why don’t we try local?’ Well screw that. You’re newly free and have the funds saved, as well as PTO from your job. After sending a long and misspelled message to your boss, you rise from your spot on the floor to march into your room to pack your bags.

Forty eight hours later, you were miserable, angry and betrayed by two of the closest people you know, but you also felt surprisingly free, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest as you stepped inside Incheon Airport to make your way to your flight to Italy.

You settle into your seat with a tired sigh. For once, you’re actually happy you got seated in an Emergency Exit row. You’re not as enclosed as the others which means more leg room, and instead of having two people beside you, you only have one. Double win. The less people you have to interact with, the better. You hope that the unlucky person who was destined to be sat beside you isn’t a talker; hopefully they are just as tired and done with the world as you.

You take a quick glance at your reflection from your front facing phone camera, wincing at the miserable girl you faced. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, several strands having found their way out of the loose hair tie securing your locks and falling over your shoulders haphazardly. You have massive bags under your eyes, which isn’t surprising since you have barely slept since you found your trash ex. You hope that you’ll be able to catch up on your sleep during the twelve hour flight to Italy.

After heaving another sleepy sigh, you lift your head to the side to see a hooded figure placing a bag into the overhead locker before sitting down carefully beside you and pulling his hood back to ruffle his fluffed up hair out of his eyes. Your cheeks tinge a dusty pink as you take in the mystery man’s handsome good looks, suddenly feeling self conscious at your appearance. After giving the gorgeous man a small smile in greeting, (which he returns without hesitation) you shrink slightly into your seat, your brain beginning to work overtime as you feel an overwhelming urge to apologize about your half assed looks. The man is in an almost identical outfit to yours, but you can’t help but resent your new seatmate at how much better he looks than you. Then again, he probably hasn’t had his heart ripped out of his chest and then stomped on by his ex-girlfriend within the last two days. You were so consumed in your own self deprecating thoughts you didn’t notice the pretty man looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?” You blink, eyes wide.

“That’s okay.” The man smiles. You blush. Dang, why did he have to be so pretty? “I was just asking if you had enough room there.” He gestures to the armrest between you both. “I can scoot over a little bit if you need.”

“O-oh.” You stutter, shaking your head quickly. “No, you’re fine, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” You nod, giving him a little smile. “I will apologize in advance though, I am 100% going to sleep for this flight.”

“Damn,” he sighs dramatically. You tilt your head in questioning. “You’re going to sleep and let me be the only one to have to save the plane and all these passengers if a disaster happens?”

You’re caught off guard as a giggle passes your lips, your smile growing as the man chuckles with you. You didn’t know how badly you needed to have a laugh.

“I do apologize,” you hum. “But getting my beauty rest is more important than the well-being of the plane.”

It’s the stranger’s turn to laugh along with you, and you feel relieved that the joke lands.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” He nods thoughtfully. “Did you need to be woken from your beauty rest when the meals come by?”

You blink in surprise. How thoughtful. “Uhh.. if it’s no trouble?”

“None at all.” He’s surprisingly chirpy at this hour of the morning. “We are the backbone of this flight. We need to keep our strength up.” He winks at you and smiles as you laugh again.

“Fair point.” You nod gently as you fasten your seatbelt, the flight crew beginning to prepare you for takeoff.

You wait for a moment to see if Pretty Man will continue the conversation, but when he settles in and starts looking for movies on his tv, you let your eyes flutter shut, sleep taking over you before you even feel the plane take off.

You feel yourself being shaken gently an hour later as you stir, rubbing at your eyes with a little yawn. Pretty Man is smiling warmly at you.

“Hey.” He mumbles. “Sorry, they’re giving out breakfast.”

“S’fine.” You yawn again, smiling politely at the flight attendant as she passes your meal over. “Thanks for waking me, uhh..”

“Jeonghan.” Pretty Man - Jeonghan offers, and you nod with a little smile. “You’re welcome…”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes open slowly, yawning out as you start to take in your surroundings around you, the PA system announcing that the descent into Rome will begin within the hour. You sit up slightly and run at your eyes tiredly. Your eyelids still feel heavy, but after having slept for a solid 10 hours, only having been woken up from Jeonghan to eat in between with minimal conversation, you feel like you’ve rested enough.

“Did you manage to keep the plane in one piece while I slept?” You joke, Jeonghan chuckling in response.

“Only barely.” He sighed dramatically, hand on his chest. “I think you owe me for the next flight.”

“I think I do.” You humor him as he laughed.

“So, what brings you to Italy?” He asks after a moment of silence as you glance out the little window beside you.

“Mid-life crisis?” You offer with a laugh. Jeonghan only raises his eyebrows in concern. “Long story short,” you start fiddling with your fingers, nibbling your lip. “Just got out of a long term relationship and I’m long overdue for a holiday. So, I just packed up and left for Rome to forget about the real world for a while.” You wince, not even looking at Jeonghan to know that he’s giving you a look of pure pity.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowns.

“Ah, it’s fine.” You shrug. It wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Was probably for the best.” You’re lying, you know you are. “What about you?”

“Ah,” he rubs at the back of his neck. “A friend of mine offered for me to go on a trip here with him. He flew out a few days ago, so I’m meeting him here.”

“That sounds exciting.” You smile as he hums in agreement.

“Definitely.” He smiles back. “Well, I hope that Rome treats you well.”

You hope it does too. “You too.”

It could just be your excitement, but you truly think that the Italian air is just as healing to you as the place itself. After parting ways with Jeonghan and making your way to your hotel right in the middle of the bustling city of Rome, you think you can feel the cracks in your heart begin to heal, if only slightly.

You take in a deep breath as you walk along the pavement that runs through the city of Rome, taking in the sights of small local stalls selling jewelry and knickknacks, a content smile on your face. You’ve been here for only a day but you feel more like yourself than you have been for the last four tiring years. You adjust the strap of your handbag over your shoulder, fixing the sleeve of your flowy floral dress as you let the sunshine warm your body. Your phone has been left behind in the hotel room, having been blown up since you have landed in the foreign country from your ex. The messages were deleted as soon as they were received and the numbers have been swiftly blocked by you, only providing updates to your parents and your boss that you arrived safely and you will contact them if anything new happens.

You lift the disposable camera that sits around your neck by a strap up to your face, snapping a quick photo of a gelato stand on the corner, your smile growing as your stomach rumbles. You could use something sweet.

“Buongiorno,” you speak quietly, stepping up to the man behind the gelato stand. The man smiles back at you as you take a nervous breath. “Uhh… vorrei un gelato piccolo in cono, per favore.” You smile hopefully, hoping that you didn’t just accidentally insult him.

You release a breath as the man smiles happily at you, leaning down as he begins to take out a cone and ice cream scoop, making your gelato with precision.

“Grazie!” You beam as you pass him your money, taking the cone gratefully. You bow your head in thanks to further show your appreciation, and the man chuckles, bowing his head back.

As you turn, you let out a yelp as you run into a body behind you, almost causing you to drop your new cold treat. Luckily, you’re able to compose yourself quickly and bow your head just as fast.

“I’m so sorry!” You pause before your brain catches up. “U-uhh.. m-mi scusi!”

“Y/N? Is that you?” A soft voice responds, and you freeze.

You lift your head quickly to the owner of the voice, your eyes widening as you see an all too familiar face smiling excitedly at you. His chestnut brown hair is pushed back, his bright smile being just as blinding as when you first met him all those years ago in middle school, who went on to be your good friend for five years before life caught up with you and you naturally drifted apart.

“Seokmin? Lee Seokmin?” Your smile grows with him as he almost immediately scoops you up into his arms, spinning you around in circles. You squeal out a laugh, your free hand holding onto his shoulder. “Yah!”

“What the heck?!” He laughs with you, squeezing you tight once he places you back onto the ground. “What are you doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You giggle happily.

“I’m on a trip with a hyung of mine! We both had some time off and wanted to go somewhere warmer.” He chirps, looking you over with a smile. “What about you? Where’s Geumjae?”

You freeze at the mention of his name, biting down on your lip. “Um.. I’m here alone, actually.” You attempt to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “We broke up. Not too long ago actually and messy. So, I guess this is my way of coping.” You shrug.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I brought it up.” He pouts, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “So you’re here alone?”

“Yep.” You pop the P with a little smile. “But it’s only my second day here and I’m happier than I have been in the last four years, so that’s a plus.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles warmly at you as you nod.

“Dokyeom-ah!” A second voice enters the conversation. “What’s taking so long?”

You turn your head and take a step back with wide eyes as you come face to face with Pretty Man; Jeonghan. He looks more put together than you both did at the airport; now sporting a pair of black skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a leather checkered jacket. He looks just as surprised as you do, taking in your outfit.

“Sorry hyung,” Seokmin smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you hold your cone now with both hands. “I ran into a friend from school! Hyung, this is-”

“Y/N. The one who left me to fend for myself to save the plane all on my own.” He sighs and places his hand on his chest.

“That was you?” Seokmin gasps.

“Yah!” You glare playfully. “You said it was okay!”

“I only said that to make you feel better about the fact that you willingly let me save us all.”

“It was one bout of turbulence.” You huff before Jeonghan smirks playfully at you. “I won’t keep you guys, you probably are waiting to get some gelato.”

“What? Are you sure?” Seokmin frowns. “You can tag along with us if you wanted, I’m sure hyung wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it’s okay, really.” You give him a little smile. Jeonghan frowns. He can see right through it.

“You’re just going to walk around by yourself?”

“You say that like I haven’t done it before, Min.” You laugh.

“I mean, yeah, you did it on campus but… you’re in a whole new country. I think I’d feel a lot better if you had at least one friend to keep you company.” He insists.

You hesitate, biting down on your lip. He does make a good point.

“How about this,” Seokmin offers. “You don’t have to spend every day with us. Why don’t we meet up once a day? I can take some great photos for your Instagram to show Geumjae that you’re thriving without him.”

“Geumjae?” Jeonghan tilts his head. Your face turns red.

“The Ex-boyfriend.” You hum, looking down.

“He never deserved you.” Seokmin rubs at your shoulders comfortingly as he sees the dismay on your face.

“Ah, thanks Min.” You smile. “I’ll take you up on that offer, only if it’s okay with you and Jeonghan. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never. You’re always welcome. Right, Hyung?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan nods with a smile at you.

“Thank you guys.”

“It’s no sweat, really! The more the merrier!” Seokmin beams. “We’re going to the Trevi tomorrow if you want to meet us there?”

“Sounds good.” You hum, waving your hand. “I’ll message you?”

“Sure.” He nods as you begin to walk away.

“See you then.”

As soon as you’re out of sight, Seokmin turns towards Jeonghan with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh Dokyeom-ah,” Seokmin mocks Jeonghan. He starts to blush. “I swear I made her laugh. She was just too cute.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, glaring at the younger man.

“I can’t believe my school pal is the Cute Girl from your flight.”

“I said shut up.” He hissed. Seokmin just smirked at him with a giggle.

#seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #yoon Jeonghan x reader #Jeonghan x reader #Jeonghan angst #Jeonghan fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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deja vu

summary: As Steve drives around Hawkins, he's haunted by the break up and the sight of you dating Eddie Munson, doing all the things you and him used to do. Steve still gets deja vu.

tags: ex!Steve x fem!reader, current Eddie x fem!reader, jealous & sad Steve, soft and protective Eddie, equal parts angst & fluff, song fic (love u miss Olivia), one OC named Ethel, oneshot, ngl my fave/best thing I've ever written

☆ word count: 5.2K+ ☆

a/n: this fic idea came to me as I was falling asleep and I GRABBED my phone aggressively and put it into my notes. I'm super super proud of how this turned out and can only hope you readers enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. ⚠️

Steve doesn’t know where he’s driving to as he hops into his maroon BMW, his feet pressing on the gas pedal as he swerves onto the empty road. It’s a sleepy Tuesday afternoon. It’s also the first week of spring break, meaning half of the people in the town have left for vacation - lakeside houses in Iowa, hiking in Oregon, visiting family down in Texas - and the small town of Hawkins feels even smaller. There’s barely any vehicles passing by him as he enters the main road, his eyes staring at the blinking orange light ahead with no particular emotion.

It’s the 15th. He vaguely remembers Robin inviting him to the arcade at five pm, but it’s not even noon. Deciding he’d best just drive around to kill some time, he takes a random left turn, only slowing down when he sees your car in the parking lot of the new ice cream store in town. The sight causes a harsh tug at his heartstrings - he hasn’t seen you since… since the breakup. And before he can talk himself out of it, he’s pulling into the back spot of the half-empty lot and rolling down his windows to look into the store.

You’re sitting by the window, your legs swinging off of the high stools, your manicured nails tapping lightly against the marble countertop. You look good - scratch that, he thinks. You’ve never not looked good. But it’s a stark contrast to how he last saw you: teary eyed, heaving chest, trembling breaths. Now your face has its usual vibrance back, your skirt perfectly ironed and your floral blouse unbuttoned just a few buttons from the top. Then someone’s arm wraps around your shoulder and you look up at the new figure, a dazzling smile appearing on your lips.

Steve’s stomach drops when he recognizes the face. Eddie Munson. The tall metalhead sits right next to you, feeding you spoonfuls of strawberry ice cream as your glossy lips part and take in each sweet bite. Eddie makes a joke and you laugh, and Steve thinks back to his days at Scoops Ahoy.

“Are you sure you aren’t breaking the rules by giving me free ice cream every time I visit?” you teased, leaning your head against the counter as Steve adjusted his uniform. You waved at Robin at the back, who gave you a quick smile before returning to her inventory work, as he shrugged and pecked you on the lips quickly.

“Oh no, I’m definitely breaking the rules by giving you free ice cream every time you swing by.”

Your eyebrows raised and you let out a shocked gasp.

“You’re breaking the rules for me? Careful, Harrington, I’m not too sure what my visitation rights would be if you land in jail.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn't mean it. It was playful, it was fun, and besides, he couldn't really focus on anything else whilst you stood there waiting so pretty for him: wearing that green marbled dress he’s begged you to wear again since last Christmas. He quickly looked around the store - the only other people aside him, Robin and you were a couple who had already been served fifteen minutes ago - and motioned for you to sit down on a nearby chair, before sitting down across from you with a cup in hand.

“We got this in yesterday. Try it, it’s a new flavor.” Steve gestured to the cup, raising a plastic spoon to your lips, but it was a bit hard to reach across the small circular table so you had to stand up to accept it. You hummed in delight, your tongue flicking towards the edge of your mouth.

“It’s really nice. Something like… strawberry and rum, maybe?”

Steve motioned for you to stand up agaain and you complied, confused, letting out a surprised laugh when Steve then yanked you onto his lap, insisting that this was the easiest way to feed you ice cream. You tried to break out of his grasp but his hold was too strong, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other already reaching to feed you another spoonful, so you decided to accept defeat and relax.

“Don’t you wanna try some, babe?” you teased, looking down at him. Instead of reaching for another spoonful, Steve opted to pull you down for a bruising kiss, his tongue teasing your lower lip. It was an excuse to get the ‘full flavor’ and he’s smacking his lips when you two pull apart with a giggle.

“You’re right, this is good.”

“Told you.”

The memory doesn’t last long when he hears the chiming bell of the store ring out, indicating that someone has just left. It’s you and Eddie, Eddie tugging you towards the roof of your car before you sit down on it, your lips still sticky and messy from the dessert. Steve can’t hear what you two are talking about from this distance, but he sees in his rearview mirror as Eddie pulls you down to kiss you, causing you to bat at his chest lightly and laugh. The sight practically mirrors you and Steve just months ago and that realization makes him sick to his stomach, and Steve’s more than glad when you two speed away in your car to god knows where.

Steve shakes his head sideways, trying to talk some sense into himself. He’s being crazy. He’s being paranoid. He’s being jealous for no reason.

It’s spring break. There’s no way he’ll run into the two of you again.

Right?

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The new Starcourt Mall is nice. Even nicer than the original version, Steve duly notes, and most of the shops have been replaced with new ones. Steve doesn’t recognize most of the new shops that have opened. Lots of chic clothing stores. A homeware store where the barber’s used to be. A bakery where the nail salon was.

Steve stops walking, lowering his sunglasses when he finally recognizes one of the stores. The vintage bookstore, one that you absolutely adored and dragged Steve to whenever his shift ended so you could see what new arrivals there were. The store’s owner, a sweet seventy year old woman named Ethel, absolutely adored you and gave you discounts whenever you swung by. Steve remembered how much he used to hate it whenever you wanted to go book shopping (he loved being around you, of course, but you tended to take forever to decide on a book). But now he wished nothing more to be in there with you, nodding half-heartedly as you talked his ear off about the genius of John Steinbeck.

It’s nostalgia that then draws him into the store, the smell of leather bound books and chamomile scented candles filling the air, as Steve walks into the newly refurbished outlet. Ethel spots him immediately, waving him down empathetically and crushing him with a hug. He chuckles at her enthusiasm as she pulls away, gesturing to his ‘bad boy’ outfit (leather jacket, white shirt, levi jeans).

“My, my, Steve Harrington! Look at you, young man. Looking dapper than ever. If only I was fifty years younger and still spry, I’d be real sweet on you.” she jokes, her southern drawl making the compliment even more sweet. Steve smiles, genuinely, for what feels like the first time in months.

“Aw, and here I was thinking you were already real sweet on me.” Steve pouts, causing Ethel to laugh.

“It’s really good to see you, Steve. Haven’t seen you around for a while, how’s (Y/n)?” she asks casually, and it’s clear she means absolutely no harm. But the mention of your name feels like a stab in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxiety and fear as he struggles to think of an appropriate response.

“She’s… good.” he decides to settle at that. “I haven’t seen her around so much either. We, uh… broke things off.”

Her expression twists into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Steve. But things always work out for the best, so try not to dwell on it too much. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some work to do.”

Her eyes trail off to a customer at the back waving for the woman’s attention, and with another light squeeze of his hand, she’s off towards the back of the store, leaving Steve alone in thought. Do things really work out for the best? Had the break up been for the best in the first place?

Steve decides it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t taken the time to properly think about how things ended - he’s told himself that in a world filled with death, supernatural entities and cold missing persons cases, he’s got too much on his mind to think about frivolous things like break ups. But he knows deep down that’s an excuse. It wasn’t frivolous, you were far from that.

“Are you sure you’ll be interested?” your voice rings out from the entrance, causing Steve’s eyes to widen in fear before he randomly picks up the thickest book he can find to cover his face. Eddie’s chuckle is unmistakable as Steve moves towards the corner of the room, hiding himself between the cards and magazines section, lowering his book ever so slightly to gaze at the sight of Eddie lacing his fingers with yours.

“I swear on my life princess that if it’s a book you pick out, I’ll finish it.”

Steve feels like a total creep, watching the two of you stroll through the endless aisles of books, but he can’t help it. Eddie’s fingers are linked with yours the exact same way he used to hold your hand, and when you ask Eddie to pull down a book from the top shelf, with Eddie lightly brushing you to the side before climbing up the ladder and presenting you the book with an exaggerated bow, Steve’s taken back to Valentine’s Day of last year.

“I love you but I also can’t believe your idea of a perfect date is a bookstore.” Steve grumbled, looking up at the wooden ceiling in boredom. You knocked your shoulders with his, a playful smile on your face as you placed your hand within his.

“Come on, Steve! You promised we could go anywhere I wanted. And I heard that the new Stephen King novel is in this week.”

Steve tore his gaze away from the endless rows of books and onto your face, full of hope and joy. His resolve softened then and there - it was almost impossible to say no to you, not when you gazed at him with those doe eyes and pouted your lower lip forward, teasing him. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he mumbled a quiet “fine” before letting you drag him from aisle to aisle, carrying a stack of books as you would stop, compare a few, place one into his arms, and continue shopping.

“I thought we were just here for the Stephen King book.” Steve complained, his arms feeling sore from the weight of the books as he placed them down onto a nearby table. You sighed, crossing your arms.

“We are! I’m just trying to find where they could be.” you complained, feeling as if you’d already looked around the whole store. Then, Steve saw it: a bright red sign and a poster advertising the new arrivals, with a row of the new Stephen King books adorning the top shelf.

“Stay here for a second.” he commanded before slipping away.

“What? Steve, what are you-”

Steve brushed you lightly to the side before gripping the railings of the wooden ladder, carefully extending upwards to get the novel. The ladder wobbled slightly and you were quick to stabilize it, looking up at him with such genuine worry it made his heart melt. As Steve hopped off the final step, he placed the book into your hands, a smirk adorning his face.

“Ta da.”

You gazed at the cover with marvel before eagerly kissing him, your lips tasting of peaches.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Steve placed a hand onto your back before pulling you in close, his gaze lowering down to where your cocktail dress ended.

“I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me.”

But back in the present, you’re not kissing him. You’re not even the one he’s holding hands with as you’re too busy doting on Eddie, brushing stray hairs out of his eyes as the two of you wait in line. Steve zones out the excited conversation you have with Ethel at the counter as you gesture to Eddie, introducing your new boyfriend to her. It dawns on him that there’s a chance Ethel will point him out in the crowd and mention that he's also here, which makes Steve hurriedly drop the book covering his face and run back into his car.

His lungs are burning and the sight of Eddie gazing lovingly at your figure keeps repeating in his head, Steve's knuckles turning white with the force with which he squeezes the steering wheel. Tires screeching, he makes a bee-line for his house, ready to get away from it all.

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Turns out, however, Steve can’t run away from you. There's not a single goddamn place in this town that he doesn’t see a remnant of you in, where your touch and scent doesn’t linger and burn his skin. He goes to the community pool and remembers how you’d push him into the cold waters while giggling, water droplets dotting your perfect skin as you smile mischievously at him from above. He tags along for movie night with Jonathan, Nancy and Robin at the cinema, only to be reminded of how you’d insist on splitting the sweet and salty mix popcorn, and your habit of clutching onto his upper arm whenever the film got a bit too scary. It’s made even worse when Steve realizes even the fucking outdoors - surrounded by endless greenery and clear waters - are tainted with memories of you.

“You know, just because you’re graduating this year doesn’t mean you should be skipping class.” you drawled, sipping on the glass of orange juice laid out on the picnic mat. “I managed to get my parents to call me in as sick today because I aced my calculus exam, but you’ve got no such excuse.”

Steve rolled his eyes at your comment, discarding the button up shirt he was wearing before turning around to admire you in the sunlight. School was drawing to a close and summertime in Hawkins had finally arrived, the temperature always a pleasant mid-twenties and the sun shining brighter than ever. You were staring at his shirtless chest unabashedly, a polka dot dress thrown over your body, your face shielded from the sun thanks to the straw brimmed hat you’d brought along to the picnic.

“What are they going to do, expel me? It’s the final week of school and I’m Steve ‘King’ Harrington, they’re not going to do shit.”

His obnoxious confidence made you sigh, your left hand extending to pop a grape into your mouth.

“If only they knew how you’re more like a brat than a king.” you teased, the summer wind tickling your face as Steve gasped in mock horror.

“You wound me, babe. Is this how you should treat your loving boyfriend who is skipping class to provide you with a first class picnic?” he questioned, causing you to grin.

“You’re right, I’m very sorry.” you whispered, climbing onto his lap and kissing his face. Your skin was warm, thanks to the sun kissing your bare skin. All he could hear was your lips melding against his, and the distant flowing of the river behind, the sun reflecting off the placid waters in small twinkles. Everything was pefect and Steve was utterly, purely intoxicated with you.

“I love you so goddamn much.” he confessed, breathless.

He meant it. Every word. Enough to scream it off the Grand Canyon. Your smile was just as genuine.

“I love you too.”

So Steve can’t help but ask about how you’re doing when he’s driving Dustin back from a Hellfire Club session, trying to come off as disinterested and casual about it as possible. The question makes the young boy’s expression sour, before he looks up at the older boy with a weirded out look.

“Why are you asking me about how your ex girlfriend is doing?”

Steve shrugs, attempting to keep as neutral of an expression on his face as he can manage.

“Just curious. Heard that she’s with Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club or whatever those game sessions are that you keep attending.”

At the mention of Eddie, Dustin’s eyes light up, and jealousy pierces his heart again. Damn it, was he going to have to compete with Eddie again, this time for Dustin's attention?

“Oh yeah! Eddie’s super cool, you’d like him I think. Yeah, they’re together but she doesn’t come around much. Once in a while she’ll drop in, usually with cookies or food for the group. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies.”

Steve knows that already, and the thought just makes him feel more nauseous.

“Is she… happy with him?” he hesitantly asks.

If Dustin recognizes what Steve is trying to pry into, he doesn’t mention it, simply nodding along.

“Definitely. They’re so in love it’s like, kind of gross. She sits on his lap and watches the game and it’s cute but also makes finishing the session harder because Eddie gets distracted by her playing with his hair or kissing his neck.”

The force with which Steve stops the car makes Dustin double over, caught from falling completely forwards by his seat belt.

“Dude, what the hell!” he exclaims, placing a hand on his chest. But Steve doesn’t care, his mind is racing with the thoughts of when you and him would babysit the kids: Max, Will, Eleven, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Erica… And you’d be sat on his lap, playing with HIS hair and kissing HIS neck, whilst Steve attempts to watch over the kids get a restful night’s sleep.

“Sorry. Uh. Red light.” is all Steve can offer in response, before hurriedly driving to the Henderson household.

He knows where he’s going afterwards.

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It’s dark when he pulls up to your apartment. You’ve done really well for yourself, Steve thinks, managing living alone whilst your father works overseas and your mother takes up extra shifts in her uptown office in New York. Despite only being a senior, you’re miles ahead in maturity and intelligence compared to your peers - it was and still is, one of the many things Steve Harrington admires about you. Your perseverance, your resilience, your independence. You don’t need anyone, you’re self sufficient and reliable.

There’s a light in your bedroom despite the ungodly time of the night. One am on a Sunday. After driving Dustin back home, Steve had chickened out and locked himself in his room, agonizing over the decision to drive up to your house and say hello. What would he even say? What would your expression look like? Would you hug him and say hello, or would you scream and kick him out before he even got his foot inside the door?

His mouth tastes sour as he now stares blankly at your front door, oak and painted baby blue, as he remembers the last time he was here.

It was pouring rain. Steve kept calling your name, asking you to get back into his car to talk, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Baby, please, let me explain-” Steve desperately called out, his hands attempting to grab your wrist and pull you against him. But you shrugged off his hold, your eyes flaring with unbridled anger as you spun on your heels to look at him.

“There's nothing to explain, Steve. I saw what I saw. And what I saw was some random cheerleader kissing you."

His throat felt dry, his skin burning despite the constant downpour raining from above.

“I didn't know she was going to kiss me, I swear! A-and I pushed her off-" Steve started to explain, but you weren't having any of it.

"But you hesitated." your voice broke as you spoke, which in turn broke his heart. "I saw you, Steve. It took you a couple seconds to push her away."

Steve's mind spun with an array of emotions, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to spin a sentence together.

"I-I know, but-"

"Why didn't you push her off right away, Steve? Answer, you coward." you pressed.

The sound of rain furiously hitting the pavement was the only sound filling the silence, Steve's breaths coming out in harsh pants as he cursed under his breath and squeezed his hands by his side. He could feel the guilt crashing down onto him all at once, an endless pit forming in his stomach.

"She reminded me of Nancy." was all he could offer, the confession shooting straight through your heart. The heartbroken look on your face - one devoid of anger or shame, nothing but pure heartbreak - would haunt Steve's dreams for weeks to come, as you slowly hung your head.

"But she doesn't mean anything to me! I was just, uh, lonely and I was drunk and you've been in New York for so long-" Steve continued, only to be cut off once more.

“Oh, so this is all my fault?" you angrily questioned, screaming at his face.

“No, no! I’m not saying any of that, I just-” he tried to explain again, but you weren’t moved at all by his pleading tone and desperate gaze. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you instead let out a dark laugh, hopeless and dejected, before looking back up at him.

“You know I can’t help it that I can’t always be around you. We’re in different grades. My parents are outside of Hawkins most of the time. You knew I had to be in New York with my mom for a week. You know that Nancy is with Jonathan now and that I'm nothing like her. So why-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began to pour from your eyes, your voice wavering in the wind. “Why am I not good enough for you?”

That sentence broke his heart all over again. There were a million things he wanted to tell you then and there - it wasn’t your fault. He was scared about what he was going to do after high school. He was scared thinking about what you would do after you graduated, you seemed too successful and above it all to stay here with him. He was scared about finding his identity, a life outside of the bubble of Hawkins High where he was the king.

He felt like he couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Then whilst attending the end of the year party, a pretty cheerleader came along who looked a lot like Nancy and began flirting with him. You’d missed his calls and he was drunk. She touched his face, laughed at his jokes, built up his ego. It registered in the far back of his hazy mind that she was probably flirting with him, but he liked the attention. Then she'd kissed him, and Steve's mind was slow to push her off, his mind swimming with thoughts of his first love. Back when life was simpler, back when things were much simpler.

He didn't miss Nancy romantically - not really. But he missed the time of his life that she reminded him of.

But then your face appeared in his mind and he shoved the cheerleader off, apologized, said it was a mistake, only to get up to see you standing by the entrance. You'd come back early from New York to suprise your boyfriend, only to see him being kissed by another girl. You ran out before he could catch up to you, your car speeding away from him.

He took a cab to your place but you weren’t home. You’d disappeared into the night, and he’d just only managed to catch you now, a week after the incident, by coaxing you into letting him take you home on a very rainy day when you had no umbrella.

“You’re perfect, (Y/n) (L/n), this wasn’t your fault at all. I’m the fucking idiot, I swear I can explain, I never meant to hurt you. She doesn't even mean anything to me, please, please give me another chance-” Steve's hand reached out to grab yours but you dropped it immediately, pulling up the ends of your cardigan. You were shivering from the cold but your gaze was determined, your jaw clenched as you stared into his eyes.

“I hate you, Steve Harrington. Don’t ever talk to me again.”

And that was that.

The sound of a window opening caught his attention in the present and you were seen climbing out of your bedroom window with a blanket, before scooting over to make space for someone else. Eddie joined you quickly afterwards, balancing a cup of tea in his hands, before pulling you right up against him and covering the two of you with a blanket. The sight made Steve sad - he knew how much you loved to sit on your rooftop and gaze at the stars.

The sad smile on his face faded when your gaze fell onto the street below, your eyes narrowing in on the familiar sight of Steve’s car before your blood ran cold. Recognizing the sudden shift in your mood, Eddie straightened up his back, asking if you were okay.

“I… Steve…” you trailed off, lost for words.

“Steve? As in, your ex Steve Harrington? Where?” Eddie nearly shouts, putting down the cup of tea on the windowsill behind him whilst looking around. His eyes fall onto the BMW with Steve sitting awkwardly in the driver’s seat, waving at them from the ground.

“What does he want?” your boyfriend growls, knowing how much you're still wounded by Steve's actions. You shrug, a million thoughts racing in your mind, before you decide to stand up and climb back into your bedroom.

“Are you going to talk to him, princess?” he questions.

“I… I mean, I haven’t seen him in three months. And he’s driven all the way here so… why not, I guess.” you anxiously rub your left arm, and Eddie’s quick to embrace you in a hug and look down at you with a protective gaze.

“You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, princess. I can tell him to piss off whilst you stay up here looking pretty.”

His gesture makes you smile, but you wave his suggestion off.

“No, no… I …. I want to know what he has to say.”

Eddie sighs, clearly displeased.

“Fine. But I’m coming down with you just in case he gets weird.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he finally takes in your appearance from up close. Your hair is still styled the same. Your nails are painted pastel pink, matching your pink skirt, but this time you’re wearing a Hellfire Club shirt on top. Your fuzzy socks are awkwardly shifting against the wooden floor as you swing the door open, a cautious look in your eyes.

“Hi Steve.” you breathe out, unsure of what else to say. The tension in the air is suffocating, and Steve can barely manage a hello back.

“Hi (Y/n).”

“HI STEVE!” Eddie obnoxiously yells from the back of the living room, making sure that your ex boyfriend knows he’s also here. You sigh at his antics, a small smile gracing your face.

“Eddie’s here, but you already knew that, probably.”

“Yeah I did.”

Both of you are silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the night being the sound of wind blowing through the trees, before Steve awkwardly coughs and tries to speak.

“So I uh… wanted to speak to you about… us.”

“Okay.” you respond, leaning against the door frame. Shit, what was he thinking? What was he even going to say?

“I wanted to say that I…. I miss you.” Steve starts off slowly.

You blink at him a couple of times, completely taken back. That was not at all what you expected him to say.

“You… miss me?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

“I do. Wholeheartedly. I was a fucking idiot for letting you go, (Y/n). That day we broke up, I should’ve camped outside of your house to tell you the whole story. I didn’t kiss that cheerleader because you weren't enough. No, it was the complete opposite. I was insecure and anxious and jealous because I knew I could never match up to you.”

His admission makes your expression soften, urging him to further explain himself.

“You’re this… brilliant, amazing, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her. And I was afraid of whether or not I could continue to keep you when you’d graduate soon after me and have all these options in front of you. I didn’t want people to think I was weak or that I needed Hawkins High to make me feel like someone so I didn’t tell anyone, including you. Yeah, that girl looked like Nancy, but I wasn't attracted to her for her looks. She just made me nostalgic of the times back when I was with her, in high school, and life just made more sense. And that was a mistake for me to not be honest with you about that. But no mistake could ever compare to me kissing another girl and hurting you. You didn’t ever deserve it and I am a complete asshole for that. I am so, so, so sorry.”

You’re silent for a few moments, and Steve’s heart thunders in anticipation.

“Thank you for the explanation. And the apology.” you respond sincerely. Steve then takes one step forward, which makes Eddie tense up from the back.

“And I miss you. I miss you so terribly. There isn’t a single damn place in this fucking town I can visit without thinking of you. I miss being able to call you mine, to hold your hand, to fall asleep with you on top of me. I… I really screwed up, babe.” Steve admits, and that makes Eddie spring into action - quickly pushing you behind him before staring down at Steve with a murderous look.

“Listen, Harrington. You said your apologies and she forgave you. Don’t overstep any boundaries."

The tension between the two men is only broken when you tug on Eddie’s shirt, silently telling him with your gaze that you were fine and that you could handle it. Appearing back in front of Steve, you don’t protest when Eddie’s arm wraps around your waist from the back, protectively keeping you close to him.

“Steve… I’m really grateful that you showed up to explain yourself and apologize. And that you’re opening up, which I know sometimes is a bit hard for you."

He nods. He knows what you're about to say next, but it doesn't hurt any less when you respond.

“But I don’t feel the same way. I’m with Eddie now and he makes me really happy. So if you really care about me, you’ll let that be. And maybe we can be friends or something, but… I can’t be your girlfriend.”

The admission hits him heavy, but he knows it’s the truth. You’re being more than kind to him right now and he knows he’s being unfair, pleading for your love whilst you’re already in a happy relationship.

“Harsh but fair. Classic (Y/n).” Steve replies, forcing himself to nod with a watery smile on his lips.

You return the smile as Steve sighs, shoving his hands inside of his jean pockets.

“Friends is fine with me. Robin’s been getting on my ass recently anyways because she hasn’t been able to watch bad horror movies with you for a while.” Steve jokes.

“Tell her I’d love to swing by Family Video any time.” you tease, punching him lightly in the shoulder. Steve chuckles lowly.

“I will.”

Steve then slips back into his car, watching you and Eddie disappear back into your house from the rearview mirror. The urge to drink is palpable and Steve decides to make a stop at a nearby gas station, buying a beer brand he’s never even heard of.

As he’s drinking the can, leaning against his car whilst staring at the night sky, he wonders if he’ll ever stop getting deja vu.

-> a/n: I'm sorry, Steve Harrington. I really did him dirty in this fic ik (i love him but I needed the story to flow a certain way, you know). Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know if you did by commenting/liking/reblogging, it lets me know that I should write more!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #eddie munson oneshot #1k

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Unexpected 29

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Marion Lloyd Hansen,” Dottie stops before her son, “I can’t believe you. You leave for darn near a month and you come back looking like a hog’s ass.”

“Ma, I’m sorry, I had to work–”

“Had to work, you got a wife and a baby on the way. You got her all alone here, doing all the work by herself,” she wags her finger at him, nearly scratching his nose with her acrylic, “You ain’t leavin’ again, me and your father got a life to go back to. Marcia said she’s done chasin’ around chickens.”

“Ma, I know and I really am sorry.”

“Don’t apologise to me, you keep apologisin’ to that lady,” she flicks her finger in your direction, “she matters the most right now. And the little one.”

“Ma,” Lloyd slides forward, hugging his ribs as he grunts and stands, leaning to his left, “I’m gonna do everything I can to take care of my daughter, alright?”

“You bet– daughter?” She chokes on her anger, “daughter? Since when did we know this? A girl?”

“Yeah, ma, a girl,” Lloyd grins, “I thought she would’ve broke the news to you.”

“I…I’m sorry,” you add guiltily, balance a bowl of ice cream on your belly as you eat lazily, “I guess I didn’t know how.”

“I’m having a granddaughter!” Dotty grabs Lloyd’s face between her hands and forces him to bend, “by golly!” She kisses him on the mouth with a loud pop, “oh, I better get to knitting then– oh and your daddy and I are already packed. Have been for days, you silly boy.”

She taps his cheek and turns to you, “congratulations, puddin’, I just–” she claps her hands together, “I’m so happy for y’all. Oh, Harlan is gonna lose his mind.”

She titters out as you carve out a bite of mint chip and Lloyd falls back beside you, a loud groan as he holds his shoulder. He whimpers and leans on you, “what flavour?”

“None of your concern, you can’t have none.”

“Is that… pistachio?” He curls his lip.

“Uh, no, gross.”

“Mint chip?” He guesses.

“My fave.”

“That can’t be your favourite.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s… boring.”

“Well, Marion, you knew I was boring from the start.”

“No, your life was boring,” he winks, “I saved you from that.”

“Pfft, saved,” you shove the spoon in your mouth and roll your eyes. Is that really what he believes?

💎

The house is quiet. It has been of late, even when Dottie and Harlan were still around. You suppose you notice because of him. Because usually when Lloyd is there, it’s anything but.

After a struggle, you’ve migrated to the bed. You hadn’t intended on sticking with him but you’re too tired to go back downstairs and do your usual hour on the treadmill. Even on the lowest setting.

You unstrap the belt and get in next to him as he lays on his back. He grazes his fingers along his stubble and growls. You sit and grab your tablet, thinking of beating your high score. You lean against the headboard as he keeps his eyes shut, slow breaths in and out.

When was it ever this peaceful with the jackass in the house? You don’t trust it. You don’t like the calm because you know it will eventually break.

There’s a tickle on your thigh. His knuckles brush along your skin and his fingertips catch on the loose fabric of your shorts. You click your tongue and focus on the tablet. You’re almost at number one in the tournament.

He pinches the cotton and tugs. You peer over as the victory window pops up with confetti. He watches you with a dimple in his cheek. You squint at him as you feel the heat crawl up the back of your neck.

“Peaches, do you realise, if I wasn’t beat to hell, I’d fuck the life out of you?”

You can’t help but snort. He is the least romantic idiot you know, but still the biggest idiot. You sigh and put the tablet on the night table. You catch his hand and pull it away from your shorts.

“Really?” He gripes.

“Lloyd, we’re both not in the shape for this–”

“You are exactly the shape I want,” he wrestles his hand away from you and puts it on your belly, “I know you like having control, baby, and it’s your perfect opportunity to inflict a bit of pain on daddy. Just like you always wanted.”

You consider him, the tickle that lingers in your leg, the warmth of his palm against your stomach, how he rubs you through your shirt, fingers circling along the fabric. You can never tell if he’s lying but you hardly care now. Don’t think.

You move his hand off your stomach. He watches, an air of disappointment as you rest his hand beside him. You sit forward and tug the back of your shirt up over your head. You swipe it away and turn your legs over the edge. You bounce yourself up to your feet and turn to face the bed.

As you slide your thumbs beneath the elastic, you look at him. He has that dumb, smug expression. You pause.

“Don’t smirk at me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” he tries to straighten his lips, “I… want you so bad.”

You take a breath and push your shorts down. You tear your eyes away. Exposed, naked, swollen. You don’t know how to feel. He says he wants you and there you are, breasts heavy and low, stomach round and rippled with stretch marks.

“Come here, peaches,” he lifts his hand over his crotch, “I’m fucking hurting more than ever.”

You push your knee onto the bed, then the other. You crawl over to him as he struggles to push down his loose pajamas. You help guide them down far enough to free him. He dick bobs up in anticipation. He might not be lying, it sure looks like he wants you.

“Sweet peach, let me warm you up first,” he purrs as he caresses your arm and you look up as he wets his lips, “have a seat.”

“No, I don’t need it,” you wrap your fingers around him, stroking his length as you bring yourself over him.

You straddle him, rubbing his tip along your folds, your arousal spreading with the friction. You drag him back to your entrance and ease down onto him, inch by inch. You hang your head back and let your voice drone out of your lungs.

You bottom out and drop your head forward, planting your hands on his chest. He grunt and lets out a measly whimper. You tilt your hips and let a moan roll up your throat. Fuck. You missed this. Missed the chance to not think. To not feel more than your body.

He whines, a mixture of pain and pleasure, his hand shaking against your thigh. His other feels along your cunt and he finds your clit, swirling over it as you rock against him. You heave as your thighs burn, muscles aching, arm trembling as you build your motion.

“Ah, peaches,” he hisses and clenches his jaw, “fuck that hurts so good.”

You slam your ass down as your legs give out. You move your hips as you drag your nails down his stomach and lean back. You grab onto your calves, supporting yourself as you move your pelvis steadily. He runs his hand over your belly and stretches it along your side, flicking your bud with each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you puff as you chase the peak, “fuck.

“Yeah, that good baby, that good? You been waiting for this? I know the fuck I have,” he groans, “go on and give daddy a choke, baby.”

You huff and shake your head. He purrs and grabs your hand, leading it up to his neck, urging you on as he keeps his fingers working on your clit. You cry out as the pressure blooms, pulsing deeper and deeper, as you squeeze his throat.

“Just like that,” Lloyd gurgles, “fuck, peaches, you still got it.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabbles #series #unexpected #the gray man

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

I'm back! Sorry for the delay. You know how it is, when it rains it pours and all that. Here's the next chapter. I couldn't get it the way I wanted but I hope it isn't too bad. It is a short chapter though so I hope you enjoy!

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 1 - Chapter 5

“Thank you, Alfred.” Damian said. “You are welcome, Master Damian.” Alfred replied. Jon took a sip of his strawberry juice while he watched Alfred the butler, because the Wayne’s had an actual butler, go down the table refilling the cups for the rest of the children. They were nearly done with the most awkward dinner Jon had ever had and he was ready to go home and bury himself in his blanket for the weekend. The entire time he had sat listening to Conner, who sat to his left, chattering with Tim, who sat across from him, about school and TV shows. The three others on Tim’s right would add to their conversation every once in a while. Jon on the other hand couldn’t even taste his fancy food because Damian’s judgy green eyes would lock on to Jon too often to be comfortable. A servant came in with a food cart filled with what Jon hoped was dessert. Alfred, the butler (Jon wasn’t sure if he could get used to that), fussed over the dessert and gave a nod to the waiter who proceeded announce what they were about to eat. Jon heard nothing. He could feel green orbs burn the side of his face and he tried his best to ignore it. Not being able to take it anymore he stared back, blue locked on to green, green narrowed and blue briefly looked away only to look back and see an infuriating smirk grace Damian’s stupidly handsome face. Jon could feel his face heat up, with a frown he took another sip of his drink and by the grace of whatever god, a waiter came by to collect the last of his dinner and the pointless decorative plate that the real plate had been placed on. Another waiter placed his dessert in front of him telling him to enjoy. Jon stared down at what looked like a baseball sized, round, piece of chocolate. It had two pieces of chocolate spiral ribbon casually leaning on it and gold leaf on top. Next to it lay three slices of what looked like mandarin oranges. He heard a noise and looked up to see that Damian had cracked the chocolate ball with his spoon and the inside had ice cream. When he looked around he noticed that the rest of the table had done the same. “Jon, it taste just like those Cutties oranges!” Conner exclaimed. Jon smiled and broke the chocolate shell with his spoon, it made a satisfying cracking sound and Jon dug in. It really was good and he smiled in contentment. When he looked up, he noticed Damian looking away. Did Damian think he was dumb because he hadn’t figured out what had been in front of him? It wasn’t his fault he had been distracted while the Chef had been explaining their meal. Jon grumbled finishing the delicious meal.

“Kids! We have both good news and bad news to announce!” Clark’s voice was a volume louder than it normally would have been, but Jon could see the flush on his cheeks caused by the wine he kept on drinking. “Tell them the good news first!” Lois was no different since Bruce and Talia kept filling their wine glasses throughout dinner. Clark nodded and looked back at the rest of the table and gave his patented Kent smile. “We won the bid for the house we went to look at during summer break!” “No way!” Conner and Jon yelled at the same time. “The bad news is, it’s not move in ready yet.” Lois said making an exaggerated pout. “But the good news is, instead of renewing the contract for the apartment, the Bruce and Talia have offered their home while we finalize all the paperwork!” There were shocked exclamation throughout the table but none as loud as Jon’s, “What!” “Tt, father, has your adoption habit expanded to include a whole family?” Damian said, throwing his napkin on his plate, leaning back and crossing his arms. He scowled at both his parents but his fiery glare landed on Bruce. “Damian.” Talia admonished. “Now, son, you can think of this as a sleepover with one of your friends.” Bruce patted Damian’s head. “He is not my friend!” Damian hissed swatting Bruce’s hand away. “I think it will be fun!” Dick popped out of nowhere and latched onto Damian’s waist, hanging awkwardly onto him. “Richard, these aren’t good table manners.” Damian sighed as he adjusted Dick to sit properly on his lap. “You were slouching!” Dick smiled happily and Bruce ruffled his dark locks as well. “I think it’ll be fun too.” Jason and Cassandra had snuck up to stand behind Damian’s chair and Jason gave Jon a mischievous grin, while Cassandra nodded agreeably. “I can show you my gaming set up.” Tim told Conner. “It’s settled then.” Clark said. “Wait,” Jon’s voice cracked when he yelled, making him blush, but he continued, “hold on! W-when is this happening?” “Next week. It gives us plenty of time to pack and put things in storage.” Lois said. Jon leaned back dumbfounded. He looked over at Damian in dismay. Damian was fixing Dick’s hair while his stayed ruffled. Jon was not looking forward to this.

FYI: They did not drink and drive, they took a Lyft home.

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #damian and jon #jondami #damijon #high school au #no capes au #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #supersons

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Anyways, here are my favorite bears

These are not all species of bears, just my faves. Also, no order cause I can't brink myself to rank these babies. Under the cut cause longpost

Beggining with a lesser known one, the only bear species that exists in south america is the Spectecled Bear (also known as the Andean Bear)

They have this name because of the white/cream markings on their face that can somewhat resemble glasses! As I said before, they're the only south american species of bear and is the last short faced bear alive, and most are found in the Andes. I like them because look at that cute little face and also latino solidarity. Fun fact, Paddington is a specteled bear considering he is from Peru.

Now moving on. She is beauty, she is grace, she is the largest species of bear AND the largest land predator, she is the Polar Bear

Few fun facts. Polar Bear's scientific name is Ursus maritmus (which would very roughly translate to sea bear) bc of how much time they spend swimming (which also means they are grear swimmers!). They are the most carnivorous of the bears, and imo, they will eat anything that is made of meat. The reason you see so many pictures of mother bears hugging their cubs is because of the cold. Althought, when they are old, their fur is great to protect from the harsh weahter, when they are young they are still vulnerable to it, so mama bears hugs her cubs to keep them warm. Oh and another thing, I discovered that bears can do this thing where they'll find a hole in the ice where seals come up to breath and they just...sit there and wait for it to happen (and they can wait for a LONG time). I love how cute they are when they're young and how fierce they are as adults, and honestly, look at their faces, I love them a lot.

Next, we're back in the american continent, this time with the American Black Bear

The american black bear has a lot of subspecies, which are mostly different colors than their signature black fur, they are omnivorous (and they will eat anything, like i've seen videos of them eating crabs and moths), and also, they are really good climbers! They are mostly found in North America, and they are a bit more chill, like if you ever encounter a black bear, you can scare it away by making yourself look big and making loud noises. They don't have the shoulder hump that brown bears have, and their ears are more prominent (which makes them so freaking cute.) Also, there has been black bears who have made their dens inside of trees, which i think is cool .

Lastly, this might be cheating, but it's a subspecies of the black bear, which is the Kermode Bear

Mostly found in British Columbia, the kermode bear is also known as the spirit bear or the ghost bear, due to their white fur (important to note that they do not have albinism, look at their noses and eyes). The gene that makes them white is a recessive gene, so they are very rare. It's believed that they might be more succesful when hunting fish bc of their fur color, which could make the fish believe that they are a cloud. I love how different they are, how rare they are, and how beautiful they look, especially in contrast with the green around them.

As an honourable mention, I'll talke not about a species but an individual bear known was Grizzly 399.

(she's the mother in case you couldn't tell). She and her cubs can be found in the Yellowstone National Park, and she's the most famous brown bear in the world. She is famous for how many cubs she has had and raised (22 cubs and grandcubs) and she lives in proximity to humans (some believe that the reason she does that is to avoid the male bears when she has cubs). Also she has learned and taught her progeny how to avoid getting hit by cars, and she's a very old bear. (having 27/28 years, which trust me, for bears is a lot and she's still having cubs!). There have been hunters who claimed to have killed Grizzly 399 but they were all lies as she is very alive and well with her cubs. Also, forgot to mention, the reaosn she has had so many cubs is because while most bears give birth to 1 or 2 cubs, 399 often births twins and triplets, and she has had quadruplets which is very rare for most bears (and she raised them succesfully, which is even more impressive).

Anyways, these are my favorite bears.

#most info is from wikipedia and videos from national geographic bbc and others #pictures are from the internet #bears #longpost #polar bear #american black bear #kermode bear #grizzly 399 #spectecled bear #in julie andrews voice *these are a few of my favorite bears

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how would you eat/cook each nukani character

oh noooooooooo (holds my face in great contemplative agony) u can't do this to me

Eiden: oh mein gotTtTtt getting my hands on eiden would be like receiving an entire cart of summer fresh-from-farm produce. or an entire cow carcass . i would have SO MANY PARTS and SO MANY WAYS to prepare him and every part of him would taste delicious in its own way. there's no way i can ONLY cook eiden one way. i'd have to put him thru every process possible (true to his versatility). i thought about spitroasting him (for the joke) but that's too much eiden for one method. i need to covet him like the king tuna at the fish market as i take him apart piece by piece look. i am frying him like egg for a fast breakfast. i am meticulously grinding him to a paste in a traditional mortar and pestle. i am using him as pesto AND as dipping sauce. i will dehydrate him and drink him as tea. he will be roasted . braised. devoured raw in ceviche. i'll infuse him with vinegars! syrups! oils!! is there a way to make a sourdough starter but it's eidough starter so i can just keep him on my shelf and feed him every day and pass him down for generations? i want eiden for every meal of the day prepared 1000 ways

Aster: would aster taste like blood or the absence of it? hmmmm..... i guess it depends on when he feeds! maybe if i bite into him after a feeding session, he'll burst like a cherry tomato. but otherwise i feel like giving aster the sashimi treatment. put him all fancy on the plate with some garnishes after i treat him with a light citrus wash or smth. a fresh cool flavour!! i'm tempted to make some sort of beverage out of him. dilute him into a fancy mocktail of strange spirits and woody spices. aster juice?!?! looks like pink wine???! i have to treat this one like i'm spoiling him with gifts. he'll probably end up on the artisanal charcuterie board with the fusion jams and marmalades...

Morvay: i feel like he would have a very...particular aroma. he eats a very specialised diet so of everyone in the clan, he has to follow "you are what you eat", right?? my first instinct for some reason is to cure him. like, turn him into prosciutto. if he's gonna have a funky smell, might as well turn up the salt and cure him. tie him up and lock him in the carefully controlled environment of the curing basement. dark... surrounded by other meatbags... slap him around every now and then. slice him up thin and put him on that fancy cheese board with a bunch of other strong smelling foods. slurp him down him with a glass of astringent aster juice to balance out the richness of the morv

Yakumo: soup. he's getting souped. it's only right. might split him half and half into one soup and one stew. maybe the soup will just be a concentrated essence of snek-style broth. like a clear, warming bowl of pho that is DISTILLED YAKUMO and doesn't need much else besides some fave spices to accompany the flavour. as for the stew? i just straight up like stew and it can be so nutritionally complete. so he's going in the classic comfort stew. chunks of yakumo and seasonal vegetables simmered to make a thick hearty pot of glorp. maybe add some alcohol to it if i want to live dangerously. he will sustain me for days to come. anything that i do not turn into soup? i'm going to steam him. a mild little parcel of wrapped yakumo, gently steamed for a hot minute. yakumo tastes best to me when a little wet.

Edmond: to honour his thick sugary ass, i have to turn edmond into some sorta dessert. turn the defrosted ice queen into ice cream? now i could just put edmond in a pot and reduce him until he turns into a syrup but then i would waste all the extra good bits that make up edomon. u need the tsun with the dere and reducing him to pure dere is NOT balanced. he can withstand quite a bit of punishment so maybe i'll whip him up like a custard (by hand FIRST. if that's not strong enough, i'll use an electric hand mixer). turn him into an earl grey creme brulee where u can set him on fire then smack that caramelised crust before spooning out the goopy insides.

Olivine: i feel like i'd wanna enjoy olivine in his least processed form. just enjoy the pure marbled goodness of well-exercised, tender oli. so why not a steak? medium rare to rare? just a little pan-sear and we can chew on him all we want. (i considered searing on a grill, but it's easier around here to get a pan instead of a grill. and oli is all about being accessible to the greatest number of people.) on the other hand, that might not honour oli's nature. he, too, can stand up to a lot of punishment. he might even like it. so part of him can be the relatively unprocessed slab and the other can be a cutlet. that way i can beat him with a hammer, dredge and bread him, then toss him into the deep fryer. to be served with a variety of heavy or creamy sauces.

Quincy: this man is OLD and TOUGH and he probably tastes like every bit of wildlife in the forest combined. then again, he's also always sleeping so does that mean his meat is quite relaxed and i don't have to tenderise forever to be able to chew it? quincy probably eats the simplest diet (no processed microwave preservative type cocktails in here) so he'd be best appreciated in an equally simple dish?? i'd like to skewer him. make him bite-size and cook him over a campfire. alternating with simple salt vs. intricate dry rubs bc i'm not sure which i'd prefer. if he ends up being tough, i'll let him hang out in a savoury marinade for however many days he needs (do NOT make me put a pineapple in there, mister).

Kuya: i lied. **THIS** man is OLD and TOUGH and SINEWY and A BITCHASS to deal with and i bet if i cut him at *just slightly near the wrong spot* then some mystery sac of foul gunk will explode all over me like a punk'd prank. i will take any excuse during the cooking process to abuse this one. grate his rind to infuse in the sauce. mince him for the physical satisfaction then throw him into the blender anyway. toss him violently into a fiery wok and start saute-ing him with every other ingredient ever. i hope you get stabbed by a bunch of pointy carrots. i'll broil him as if he's not already crispy. and I BET at the end of all this work, i'll have somehow have messed up and made him inedible. skill issue. at this point i give up, toss the entire kuya into the pressure cooker, and turn him into stew.

G/Karu: i wanna toss them like a salad (i think they'll have fun with that). i could go the traditional way and make wolf jerky. bring it on the road for a durable snack! if i could somehow chop these two up and turn them into furikake, they could become my convenient, reliable flavour injector for a quick bowl of rice. it's tricky because there are two distinct flavours and they gotta be treated differently to bring out their full potential. but they're also inseparable. what do i do??? i might just put them into my party-type foods where flavours are supposed to mix and it's the wildness of the combos that make it all fun. he's going on the 12-topping pizza!! he's being melted onto the giant tray of nachos!!!

Blade: CAN I EAT THIS? WILL I DIE? WILL MY TEETH BREAK OFF? i have to debone him. i bet there are pointy bits hiding everywhere. get my special tools out and pluck at him for over an hour (i must be thorough). might just put him in the microwave (he'd probably enjoy that). i feel like essence of Blade would also do well as a bubbly drink. mix a simple edroid syrup with some club soda and some edible flowers to look pretty (low calories too!). if the legends are true and blade can adapt to any flavour, i might just turn him into a condiment or special spice mix. grind him to dust and put him in a nice glass container near my stove so i can add him to various foods (the weirder the combo, the better). keep the spirit of experimentation alive with Blade popcorn seasoning!!

Dante: i am gonna make him fragrant as hell. gonna smoke him over intricate spice combos or tea leaves and impart him with the most alluring lung-punchiest sniffs. i don't wanna be too harsh with him but i trust that he'll at least stand up to heat well. he'd probably complain about wasting time, but i'm not rushing the process. u will sit in the smoker and steadily break down over time. maybe after the smoke, i can tuck the odds and ends into a savoury saucy pie. bake him for an hour surrounded by a flaky buttery crust? i might also experiment with some fermentation, like a dante kimchi. i'm curious as to how he'd change flavours given time to age (and just relax for a bit, really).

Rei: i am pickling him. he's gonna become that sour salty lil accompaniment to every meal i have. he'll last forever and somehow never mould and no matter how long i leave him chillin in the fridge, when the time comes to put him on a bun, i know i can rely on him to not suddenly go limp. i still gotta be careful with him tho. can't just stick my fingers in the jar and introduce contaminants all the day because it IS possible to Spoil the Goods idk i just feel like i'd have to let him sit in SOME sort of marinade or brine. if i try to eat him raw i might turn 14 shades of purple before dissolving into radioactive bile

#this is something i never thought about until u brought it up #it felt like zizz pointing to this big button on my head like WHAT'S THIS?#and i respond: uhhm. i don't know. maybe you shouldnt-#zizz: presses the button #[a door on my skull swings open and my brain leaps out. landing on the floor with a wet florpch]#dude legit i was thinking about this for days #if you're wondering whether i was imagining real gore or just fun silly metaphorical cooking #it was oscillating between both. i can't tell where the mind theatre is right now. probably jumping between genres #last night i was tempted to erase my entire blurb for yakumo #and just go I WILL CONSUME HIM. ALIVE. RAW. I WILL VORE HIM STARTING FROM HIS FINGERs #then i slept on it and woke up with inhibition renewed so i left the blurb alone #the clan's all here!#asks

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