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hotreadingwitch · 4 months

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Bucky x Reader - Cabin Fever

Content Warnings/Kinks: age gap (dbf!bucky), daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, nipple play, light spanking, masturbation, fingering, cum swallowing, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex

Cabin Fever

The weekend getaway ahead loomed before Y/n like a giant shadow as she drove on the snowy backroads. Was she glad to be spending the holidays at her father’s winter cabin, of course, but was she happy to see his mysterious (and massively sexy) best friend, Bucky Barnes, not so much. The pair had been colleagues for a little while now, since Bucky had transferred to her father’s firm, and Y/n had only met him once before at her Dad’s Fourth of July barbecue earlier in the year. Fireworks had immediately flown between them when they had, causing Y/n to lock down the blooming feeling of romance quickly before it could ruin everything from her father’s perspective of his “little girl” to her own sanity. If she thought for even one second about how much she liked Bucky Barnes and truly wanted Bucky Barnes, she feared she might just crash her car.

A call came through the speaker of her vehicle then, her father Steve’s familiar voice crackling through, “Y/n?”

“Dad?” She answered with a light laugh, “Where are you right now a dungeon? Your service is awful”

“Sweetheart the snowstorm is blocking the highway, I won’t make it up to the cabin until morning, I’m gonna stay at a motel tonight…” he said, his voice sad like he hated to miss out, “It’ll just be you and Bucky for the first night, hopefully, that won't be too much trouble”

“Why would that be any trouble Dad?” Y/n’s voice sounded strained, even to her.

Her father paused, “I know you don’t like him Y/n—no don’t interrupt me—it’s okay, you don’t have to, I just hope you two can get through the night together peacefully…it is the Holidays after all”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, “Alright Dad, yeah, I’ll see you in the morning”

When she finally pulled up to the snow-trimmed cabin, she wasn’t surprised to see Bucky’s luxury car parked in one of the available driveway spots.

“Hi,” she greeted once she stepped inside, her cheeks flushed from the crisp December cold and her arms full of wrapped gifts.

“Let me help you with those” Bucky instantly offered, rushing over to her, their fingers brushing as he took some of the tissue-stuffed bags from her cramped hands and took them over to the tree.

His eyes flicked to hers and she could’ve sworn she saw his own cheeks tint slightly red above his scruffy beard.

“How was your drive?” He questioned after they’d arranged them, making easy conversation.

“Not too bad, well better than Dad’s anyway” she winced slightly before breaking the news, “He’s blocked by the storm, won’t be here until tomorrow morning…it’s just us tonight”

“You don’t seem so happy about that” Bucky cocked his head.

“Bucky…” she hesitated.

“I knew it” he breathed, almost to himself, “I knew you lik—“

“I need to take a work call” she blurted, interrupting whatever he was about to say.

Y/n practically skidded out of the living room and down the hall to the room she’d be staying in for the weekend, that she’d been staying in all her life. Her Dad had luckily switched out her old twin bed for a queen a couple of years ago but that didn’t erase the memories she had here. The colourful quilt laid over the sheets, the rocking chair in the corner. Each element of the space was a comfort to her, especially now as her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest.

“Fuck” she groaned to herself.

~ an hour or two later ~

Snow was piling up outside as Y/n stewed in her bedroom, mulling over the situation she’d somehow found herself in. She liked Bucky and was stuck with him for the night but almost worse than that was the fact that he knew she liked him. Her groaning into her pillow was cut off by a small knock on her door.

“Yes?” She croaked.

“I’m making hot chocolate…” Bucky’s hesitant voice sounded through the wooden door, “I won’t bother you tonight if you don’t want but I just thought I’d ask”

With a sigh, she walked over the door, opening it to find Bucky in a slightly distressed t-shirt and light grey sweatpants that hugged him perfectly in all the right places. She gulped, startled as she realized she was literally eye-fucking him instead of answering his innocent question.

“Sure, I’d like some. Thank you”

Following him into the kitchen, she found her gaze trailed from his toned figure to the wintery scene outside. The snow was packed almost halfway up the window, no doubt blocking the front door too.

“Guess we’re stuck inside whether we like it or not” Y/n sighed with a small smile that she simply couldn’t help, causing Bucky to chuckle and shoot her a quizzical look.

“Yeah” he replied easily, after pouring the hot liquid into two cups, “Here”

“Thank you, Bucky”

“Oh, no problem” he replied and Y/n swore she saw him blush again.

They sipped on their hot chocolate, slowly draining the mugs in companionable silence. After a while, she attempted to break it.

“How’s work?” she tried, grimacing at how awkward the question sounded.

“You don’t really want to ask me about work Y/n” he stated plainly with a small sigh, the heated look in his eye deceivingly telling her exactly what he meant.

“Bucky…” she strained, setting her mug down.

“You keep saying my name but never in the way I’d like you to” he came toward her, his large frame instantly consuming the small space of the cabin’s kitchen, “I know you want me Y/n and I’m sure you can see I want you…”

Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, a small moan slipping out of her mouth at the sight of his hard cock in his cozy sweatpants.

“Stop worrying about what your Dad might do and kiss me” he challenged, putting it all out there. Her surprise must have been evident on her face because Bucky backed off immediately, “Unless that’s not what you want”

His sweet hesitance was all it took for Y/n to practically throw herself at him, cutting his words off with a passionate kiss that melted instantly from incredibly heated to perfectly warm like their mugs of steaming hot chocolate. As they kissed, with Y/n’s small groans and whines puncturing each break, Bucky’s hands felt up and down her sides making her skin tingle with need.

“Can I touch you?” He asked before gripping her hips harder and backing her toward the counter’s edge, “And please say I can taste you…”

“Yes, please Bucky, yes”

He lifted her easily onto the flat surface, shoving boxes of cereal and bags of marshmallows out of the way, until her ass was fully seated on the counter. She pushed herself up slightly so that he could slip off her pants and her panties, moaning as his cold hands slid down her thighs. He sunk to his knees before her, gazing up at her like she was a golden star on top of the Christmas Tree. His beard tickled her legs as he worked his way up, kissing her calf, the inside of her knee, and her inner thighs.

“Be good and spread your legs for me, yeah, let me see that pretty pussy” he hummed at the sight of her as she obeyed.

He came forward and kissed her clit gently before rubbing the sensitive area with a single finger. He paused, looking up at her from his spot between her thighs, admiring her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. She whined at the loss of contact.

“You know what I want Y/n?” he cocked his head, pulling away and sitting back on his tucked legs below her before saying in an encouraging yet dark tone, “I want to see you rub yourself for me…Go on”

She spit onto her fingers and began to rub her clit, using them to please herself. Her eyes met his as she caressed around and around her sensitivity, a quiet whimper slipping out of her lips at the sight of his darkening gaze focused all on her. The building feeling made her sigh and throw her head back, a dull thud sounding as it hit the upper cabinet behind her.

“What if I help you out a little bit huh?” Bucky groaned as if he couldn’t resist touching her.

“Yes” she moaned, “Bucky pleas—“

Her words were cut off by the feeling of his two longest fingers pressing at her wet hole. Her pussy practically gushed around him as he entered her, only pushing halfway. His teasing fingers grazed her insides, curling up inside of her.

“Keep rubbing your clit baby” he guided her hand back down.

She obeyed, quickly becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure they were creating for her together. His curling fingers, her fierce rubbing at her clit…she was overcome with intense sensation. Using her other hand she trailed up her chest, acutely aware of Bucky’s eyes following her motion, pinching her nipples in turn until they hardened into two stiff peaks.

“Good girl” he praised before asking, “You want my mouth?”

Her small nod was all he needed to push her hand off of her clit and lap harshly at it, never once removing his fingers from her hole. His attack on her pussy was intense and erotic to watch, the sight of him eating her out turning her on almost as much as the actual feelings. Y/n’s thighs caged his head between her legs, her knees moving to sit behind his head, feet resting on his back as he pleased her with his rough, wet tongue.

“Oh fuck” she whispered, her hands gripping his curls tightly as he found the perfect spot.

“There?” he questioned, his words muffled as he sucked her clit, lapping at it.

“Yes, fucking yes”

He chuckled, cool air making her shiver before continuing, licking at the same spot, not right on her clit but slightly to the side, a spot that was nearly as sensitive and pleasurable, until her body gave out and she burst all over his tongue. His large hands supported her thighs from below, hooking his arms over them, pulling her pussy to his mouth as she rode out the waves of her release.

“Good girl, good fucking girl” he grumbled.

Moving quicker than a flash, he lifted her up and took her out of the kitchen, leading them all the way to her bedroom. As they moved through the house, Y/n attacked his neck, wet sloppy kisses peppering his tanned skin. He pushed the door to her room open with his side, being careful not to hurt her, before throwing her down on the bed. He stood at the edge, towering over her. Bending over her, his beard tickled her cheek as he continued his trail of kisses on her neck. With gentle pecks he made his way to her jaw, down her to her chest, satisfying the need of her nipples.

“Flip around for me doll” he commanded then, praising her when she complied, “Yeah that’s it, good girl”

SMACK. A small spank on her ass cheek made her whimper, the feeling hurting slightly but in the best way.

“You want it?” Bucky asked, confirming her consent as he pumped himself behind her.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice breathy and full of need.

“Yes, who?” His tone instantly darkened.

“Yes Daddy” she whispered like a secret.

SMACK.

“Say it like you mean it Y/n” he chuckled roughly, “Like the good little slut I know you are”

“Yes Dadd—“

Her words were cut off by the loud moan that escaped her lips as Bucky pushed into her, pressing the first few inches of him into her wet pussy. She gripped him tightly as her body adjusted to the sensation. He pressed and pressed and pressed until finally, he bottomed out within her.

“Fuck you fit me so well”

Bucky’s cock hit a spot deep within her that felt like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her back arched, shoving her ass back into him, making him hit even further inside. His grin was feral as she bounced onto him, her instant rocking movements pleasuring them both.

“So good Y/n,” he praised, grunting, “Yeah, push back on me baby…Fuck this ass is perfect”

SMACK.

The pain heated her skin as did the feeling of his eyes on her. She wasn’t even looking at him but she could physically feel the weight of his dark gaze. Grinding back onto him she whimpered and whined, her pussy tightening around him more and more by the second.

Y/n yelped as she was flipped easily over onto her back. Before she could even get her bearings, Bucky’s thumb was instantly on her clit, rubbing that spot that made her see stars. If she thought she was clenching around him before she surely was now. Between Bucky thrusting in and out of her and his fingers on her sensitive clit, her senses were going into overdrive.

“Fuck” she whined, overwhelmed by the feeling, “You’re fucking me so good”

Burying his head in the crook of her neck, Bucky moaned roughly, his gruff noises making her wetter and wetter. She writhed beneath him, her body responding to every way he was pleasing her. As she approached her orgasm though, he switched his pace, thrusting slowly, powerfully, and deeply, causing her to tense up around his hard cock. She gripped him so tightly she thought she might just push him out of her by accident.

“So tight for me—yes, taking every fucking inch like a good little slut”

“Yes, Daddy, yes” she moaned as he sucked at her skin.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for so long” he confessed, whispering in her ear, “Ever since—fuck— that fucking Fourth of July party, I’ve wanted to feel you, to be in you just like this…”

Her eyes widened at his reveal but she was so overwhelmed by the feeling that she could barely speak, she simply whined in response, meeting his assessing gaze as she arched beneath him. The feeling struck her body then, causing her to jerk forward. Bucky held her hips, continuing to thrust in and out of her with long strokes, fucking her completely through her orgasm.

“Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me”

Y/n gripped his broad shoulders, holding him to her chest as he thrust through her orgasm, bringing on his own. He ground into her as he chased his own release, her hot pussy finally sending him over the edge.

“Fuck” she swore, catching her breath as Bucky rolled off of her.

“Fuck is right” he chuckled.

She could swear she saw a tint of red on his scruffy cheeks.

“You really liked me since then? Since the Fourth of July?”

“Yes,” he admitted, bowing his head.

She rolled back onto him, planting a sweet kiss on his jaw, then his cheek, then finally on his perfect pout.

“Talk about fireworks huh?” She joked, making them both shake with laughter.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #smut #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #dbf!bucky

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ssweeterthanfiction · 1 month

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So High School

high school boyfriend!finnick odair…

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who’s liked you since the first day of middle school but only found the confidence to ask you out in 9th grade.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who was all smiles when he found out he had 3 classes with you plus lunch. (He made sure he was sitting next to you in those classes.)

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who tries to make you laugh at any given chance, and when he does it makes his heart leap.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who notices that you start showing up to his practices. He sees you sit on the outdoor bleachers and read while he’s at lacrosse practice.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who walks you home afterwards and has the biggest smile on his face while he walks back home.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who after talking for a while, nervously asks you out to a pizza date. (He’s exploding with happiness when you say yes.)

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who after 3 dates, (one pizza date, one library date, and one movie date) finally asks you out by asking if he can be your boyfriend.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who feels like crying when you say yes.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who loves walking you to class, holding your books and your hand.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who introduces you to his family, but his mom already knows everything about you since he never stops talking about you.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who loves going to your house or to the library afterschool to watch you read and do your homework. He loves the way you get frustrated when you don’t get something right the first time, he wraps his arms around you and peppers your face with kisses to make you feel better.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who adores it when you come to his games wearing his spare jersey or hoodie with his number. He calls you his number one cheerleader and kisses you after every game.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who spends every winter break with you and buys you the new set of books you’ve been wanting for Christmas. He also spends new years with you and of course, kisses you at midnight.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who also spends everyday of every summer vacation with you. Whether it’s at the park, the beach, your house, his house, the movies, the pool, he’s always with you. He even spends the 4th of July watching fireworks with you.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who asks you out to the prom by having his teammates, your classmates and your friends hold out flowers for you to collect while you walk towards him. He holds a sign saying “I would be Enchanted to take you to prom” He’s all smiley when you say yes.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who needs absolutely no convincing for whatever color you choose for your dress and his suit. Anything to make his girl happy.

high school boyfriend!finnick odair who freaks out as graduation nears.

He’s lying in your arms as you read. But then the thought of graduation and college comes to his mind. He calls out your name, you put down your book.

He looks like he’s about to cry.

“Finn? What’s wrong?”

“What…what are we gonna do next year?”

You look at him with a confused look. “What are you talking about Finn?”

He sits up straight. “When we go away for school. What are we gonna do?”

His voice is shaky and you can already see the tears spilling out of his eyes.

“You aren’t going to leave me are you?”

You shake your head and hug him.

“No Finn…no. I would never dream of leaving you.” you whisper softly to him.

“You mean that?”

“Course I do. I’ve loved you for 4 years…and I know I’ll love you for more Finn. We’ll figure something out.”

He kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“I love you sweet girl. Forever.”

Needless to say, you and Finnick go long distance and spend every break together. You both even get your own place together in the city after you graduate. And he definitely plans on marrying you. He just needs to wait til the eras tour to make it magical for you.

this has been in my head for so long so i needed to write it out so my head wouldn’t explode :P

#Spotify #finnick fluff #finnick x y/n #thg finnick #finnick x you #finnick imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair

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rynfiles · 5 months

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snowy days !

✎ᝰ — snowy days with the mha boys !

★ — deku, kirishima, bakugo, shoto, kaminari x gn!reader

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + no warnings

★ — a/n: an old post that was deleted and thought it was perfect for the winter season <3

꒰ IZUKU MIDORIYA ꒱

ꔛ izuku already knew that it was gonna snow the day before. he was all too prepared with his scarf, winter costume pressed and clean, and even his uniform layered up

ꔛ deku even had your stuff prepared, after he rambled on about how you could get sick and cold if you’re not prepared

ꔛ when the sun came up that boy was wayyy more excited than finding out all might is teaching at u.a

ꔛ he called you to see if you were up and if not, he would give you more time to sleep since he didn’t wanna bother you. but if you are awake, then he’s walking to your dorm to share his thrill of seeing small fluffs of white falling down

ꔛ for the time being, you guys would draw small shapes on your dorm window, drink hot chocolate, and nap in each other’s warmth

꒰ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA ꒱

ꔛ WHEW! this boy is wayyyy too excited when he wakes up and sees snow outside his dorm. literally taking 2.5 minutes to get ready so he can grab you and enjoy the snow together. just as excited as he is, until you tell him that snow isn’t enjoyed in a shirt and shorts

ꔛ kirishima reassures you plenty of times that he will be fine but of course listens to you since it is the “manly” thing to do. now he is overdressed but at this point, you wave it off

ꔛ surprisingly, and unintentionally, you guys match in cute snow outfits and your beanies are the two of your favorite colors. kiri is wearing a f/c beanie and you with a red beanie! once you guys realize, you take pictures and kirishima is complimenting you every chance he gets

ꔛ you guys enjoy the snow with snowball fights, polaroid pictures, making snowmen, and snow angels

꒰ KATSUKI BAKUGO ꒱

ꔛ bakugo was mumbling and grumbling in his sleep when he found out that it was gonna snow. he’s really not too fond of snow due to his quirk but deals with it anyway cause you absolutely love it

ꔛ for himself, bakugo would rather stay inside and sleep all day since school is more than likely canceled for the day and training was definitely not the move for the day. but of course, he’ll go along with any plan you have for the day

ꔛ when he hears you at his door, he drags himself from his bed and opens it to see you doing your happy dance. now he can’t even say no to your invitation of s’mores and snowball fights because of your starry eyes and gleeful smile that had your cheeks poking

ꔛ not a surprise that bakugo turned the snowball fight into a competition and almost hit you too hard with one throw. he almost won if it wasn’t for someone distracting him and you getting your last hit

ꔛ he claims you cheated but bakugo knows good and well that you won, just won’t accept it. for now, snowballs thrown back and forth until a winner is declared

꒰ SHOTO TODOROKI ꒱

ꔛ shoto isn't really biased on what the weather is tbh, but he definitely leans on the winter and spring time. more so winter, ‘cause one, he can build onto his quirk, and two, the holidays + his birthday :)

ꔛ but he can’t deny that he DEF enjoys the snowy days. he enjoys the pure white flurries that race down to the ground and layer up as he walks to class or to practice. sometimes he hopes it snows too much so class he can spend the winter day with you <3

ꔛ also ‘cause of his quirk, he pretty much knows how to handle the snow and how to prepare for it. then again, he can make it snow in july if he wants to. during the summer, he’ll order hella snow coats, (sometimes for you and him if he’s feeling generous) beanies, gloves, etc.

ꔛ when he feels the breeze slightly colder than usual, he immediately text you that alert that it’s a snow day ! now, he won’t get ready until you are awake and getting ready yourself

ꔛ while you are getting ready, he is planning out the day for the two of you. he usually relies on the typical snow forts to build, a snowman, snow angels, and end the night with hot chocolate and holiday movies :)

꒰ DENKI KAMINARI ꒱

ꔛ kaminari, similarly to kirishima, is all too excited for the winter season. he may as well run in the snow with just shorts on…which he almost did (don’t ask)

ꔛ ngl, he was definitely checking the weather every single day for when it’s gonna snow. that’s his sign that the holiday season definitely started and two, it’s the white christmas that he’s been dreaming since halloween

ꔛ at first, he was quite nervous to step out cause of his quirk. who knows what could happen if electricity meets snow ? what if he creates a blackout ? well…won’t be the worst that happens but then again, shoto and momo will side eye him for cutting off the heater. now they have to create one for the entire dorm building

ꔛ but as some months pass and the snow becomes heavier, he’s careful but enjoys the fluffy ice in his hand and how the snowflakes tickle his face. his hair and face only, he’s not too fond of the snow touches his hands (again, don’t wanna mix electricity with snow)

ꔛ as he becomes more and more comfortable with the snow, he barges into your room and babbles about the pretty snow outside. he rambles on and on about how you HAVE to join him for the snowball fight that’s happening with the class. don’t trust him tho, he can get sneaky

𖥻 my first winter post on this blog ;p ! hope you guys liked it and I haven’t wrote for mha in a while actually

𖥻 lemme know if you guys want more winter hcs or even winter scenarios with mha :)

𖥻 bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: 1 chronicles 16:10-11

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emchant3d · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day!! Have some steddie angst where Eddie forgets about the holiday entirely 🥰 this is part 1!

Eddie would like it on record that he is a really good fucking boyfriend.

He takes Steve out, gets him flowers, brings him shiny rocks and snail shells that he thinks are interesting. He cooks for him. He lets him pick the movie for movie night more often than not.

All in all, he's damn good to Steve. Attentive. Caring. Loving.

But none of that means shit when he sits down after a long day at work to do some DnD planning, well after 9 pm, writes the date in the corner of the page, and then sits and stares at it for a solid minute.

February 14.

"FUCK."

It started on Friday, not that Eddie was aware of it.

He knows it’s February. He knows Valentine’s is coming up. He knows his baby is a romantic, knows he needs to plan something, he’s excited to plan something. But Valentine’s is, like, mid-February. He has time, right? So much time. He’s not sure what today’s date is, but there’s definitely time.

“Hey,” Steve says, and he’s got that fond, sweet little smile tugging at his lips, and Eddie can’t help but smile right back.

“Hey yourself,” he says, though he knows Steve was just trying to get his attention. He leans in, brushing his lips against Steve’s. His baby laughs, smiling against his mouth, but he pulls away before Eddie’s ready for him to.

“When are you free on Tuesday?” Steve asks, and Eddie’s brain stalls for a minute.

He’s never free on Tuesday. Ever since he put his life of crime (see: selling illicit substances to minors and getting himself accused of murder because of it) to an end, he’s been on the straight and narrow. It has some perks, to be sure, and a main one is a regular schedule. He usually works a double on Tuesdays at the record store, and it’s murder being there all day, but he’s confident putting in the work or whatever’s gonna get him that promotion to manager. Manager means salary which means being able to afford rent somewhere, and while his and Wayne’s digs got upgraded as a “sorry you were accused of murder and almost eaten to death” present from the government, he’d still like to be able to get his own place. Privacy is important, after all, especially when he’s seeing somebody like Steve.

Steve grew up in an empty house and never had to learn how to keep quiet, and while Eddie loves to make his boy scream, there are only so many times he can take having to avoid Wayne’s gaze at the breakfast table the next morning.

Point is, Eddie works a lot. Particularly on Tuesdays. Steve knows this, has Eddie’s schedule memorized for the most part, so Eddie’s brows draw together, but he doesn’t frown. His smile stays in place because Steve seems excited about something, and he has to try to let him down easy. It sucks, he hates disappointing Steve, but at least this is out of his control.

“I work late,” he says apologetically, “and then I got some Hellfire planning to do that night before our next session. Sorry, sweetheart.” He keeps his voice gentle and slips his fingers into Steve’s hair as he speaks to soften the blow.

It doesn’t work.

Steve looks confused for a moment, his pretty face scrunching up, his nose curling and his lips turning down, before a sudden and terrible look takes over his face.

Resignation. Disappointment. A flash of hurt, actually, and Eddie’s stomach gives a sharp little twist as Steve pulls away from him.

“Oh.”

It’s the worst sound Eddie’s ever heard in his life, and he’s abruptly off-kilter by it. He’s frantic. Has he forgotten something? Can’t be - their anniversary is in the summer. So is Steve’s birthday, it’s in July, and they’re currently smack in the middle of a good old-fashioned Indiana winter.

But Steve is sounding soft and hurt and disappointed in that way of his where he’s trying so hard to not show it, and Eddie frowns, worried.

“Why?” he asks, reaching for Steve, but Steve abruptly stands.

“No reason,” he says, and he puts his back to Eddie, busies his hands, makes a swift subject change that leaves Eddie twisted around enough that he lets it happen.

Eventually he forgets about the weird moment almost entirely, save for the discomfort twisting in his stomach. But what is he supposed to do? He could try to make Steve talk, but that’d just end in a fight. Steve will talk about it when he’s ready, Eddie’s sure of it. He just needs to be patient with his baby, and that’s the easiest thing in the world.

They go to bed without talking about it, which Eddie doesn’t love. Steve clings tight to him until he drifts off, and Eddie falls asleep with the distinct feeling that he’s missing something huge.

part 2 part 3

#steddie #steve/eddie #steve x eddie #steddie drabble #steddie valentine's #I have more planned but we'll see what happens!! for now I have to sleep lmfao

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mlmxreader · 2 months

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05/04 onwards prompts

side note: this prompt list is only for requests to be sent to @mlmxreader , please do not use for your own writing or your own inspiration, thank you.

rules: you can mix & match as always!! multiple prompts can be sent at a time!! there's 30 in each (90 in total), so there should be plenty!

RULES & GUIDELINES

misc dialogue

“I did it exactly the way you liked it”

“Call it off!”

“Either you get out of my face, or you kiss me”

“Look, I can keep you safe here”

“Didn’t I promise to always be there?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that it meant nothing”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Please tell me you found something”

“Just ignore the bloody phone”

“Seemed like your kinda thing”

“Bite your fucking tongue or I will cut it out”

“Are you sure that this is what you want?”

“Sit down. We need to talk about whatever the fuck this is between us”

“Easy, easy! Calm down!”

“Can you, erm, can you stay the night? I don’t… I don’t wanna be alone”

“I trust you - it’s everybody else I don’t trust”

“We can’t unring this bell”

“Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

“So, what’d you wanna do?”

“Stop biting your lip like that”

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” “Maybe”

“I just need to hear you say that this - me - is what you want”

“You said you couldn’t stay.” “It’s different”

“Don’t leave me again”

“Do not fucking scare me like that!”

“C’mon, it ain’t all bad”

“Not even a good luck kiss?”

“We can do this together, if that’s what you want”

“What’s the matter with you? You’re all… distant and shit”

“Sucks, don’t it?”

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LYRICS

Orville Peck: Dead Of Night, Winds Change, Turn To Hate, Queen Of The Rodeo, Kansas (Remembers Me Now)

Judas Priest: Breaking The Law, Grinder, United, You Don’t Have To Be Old To Be Wise

“You're right by my side”

“You wake me up, you say it's time to ride”

“I don't mean no lies, baby, please don't lose it”

“From the way that we said goodbye, I knew I'd never see you again”

“Don't leave, don't cry”

“You're just another boy caught in the rye”

“Tell me you can't wait”

“Tell me you can stay”

“You rode on in with nowhere else to go”

“You know the tune so the words don't matter”

“Beyond this town lies a life much sadder”

“Babe, I know”

“Come and lay down your shoulder”

“Tomorrow isn't that far”

“Just know you were always my star”

“All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town”

“Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die”

“I've had every promise broken, there's anger in my heart”

“You don't know what it's like, you don't have a clue”

“That's why I won't get caught”

“I need room to breathe”

“I take my leave”

“They're moving in”

“Hold your ground”

“We can do it”

“So keep it up”

“Don't give in”

“Let's get one thing straight”

“I'll choose my fate”

“And it's got nothing to do with you”

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FILMS

Horror: JAWS (1975), The Silence of the Lambs (1991), The Thing (1982), The Wolf Man (1941), Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931)

“You yell shark, and we got a panic on our hands on the fourth of July”

“It wasn’t any propeller, it wasn’t any coral reef, and it wasn’t any Jack the Ripper - it was a shark”

“This guy, he keeps swimming around in place until the food goes down”

“Smile, you son of a bitch”

“But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you - why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to”

“I know you gentlemen have been through a lot, but when you find the time, I’d rather not spend the rest of this winter tied to this fucking couch!”

“Yeah, fuck you, too!”

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding”

“I dunno what the hell’s in there, but it’s weird and pissed off whatever it is”

“You’re gonna have to sleep sometime.” “I’m a real light sleeper”

“Now I’ll show you what I already know”

“The generator’s gone.” “Any way we can fix it?” “It’s gone”

“Poor baby, you’re starting to lose it”

“There’s a storm hitting us in about six hours. We’re going to find out who’s who”

“The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end”

“Frightened, of what?” “Of the night.” “Rubbish. You startled me.”

“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife...or a stick with a silver handle”

“I tell you, I killed a wolf! A plain, ordinary wolf!”

“It isn't a wolf... it's a werewolf!”

“Were you hurrying back to the castle? Did you have a moment's doubt? Were you hurrying to make sure he's all right?”

“Now you asked me if I believe a man can become a wolf. If you mean "Can it take on the physical traits of an animal?" No, it's fantastic.”

“Just imagine having a stuffed werewolf staring at you from the wall!”

“Is this your walking stick?” “Why, yes. That's the stick I killed the wolf with.”

“Don't try to make me believe that I killed a man when I know that I killed a wolf!”

“There's something very tragic about that man... and I'm sure that nothing but harm will come to you through him.”

“It's not a horse's head. That's a wolf's head. Make a note of that”

“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf and lives becomes a werewolf himself.” “Ah, don't hand me that. You're just wasting your time.” “The wolf bit you, didn't he?” “Yeah. Yeah he did!”

“Perhaps you prefer a gentleman. One of those fine-mannered and honourable gentlemen. Those panting hypocrites”

“Forgotten it? Can a man dying of thirst forget water? And do you know what would happen to that thirst if it were to be denied water?”

“Gentlemen like me have to be very careful of what we do and say”

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SONG FICS!

#do not use for your own thanks #this is ONLY for requests to be sent to me

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peachpitlover · 1 year

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Fineline

In which you’re leaving to visit your dad and JJ can’t hold back the hurt he feels to see you go.

You met JJ last year on your summer vacation, and it was the best summer you’d ever had. You came back to the Outer Banks for winter break and your relationship for JJ truly blossomed. Leaving to go back to school was hard but you stayed in contact. You’re on spring break now, and you managed to convince your mom to let you come to Outer Banks for a few days before going to your dad in Miami. This time though, saying goodbye is breaking your heart. You’re moving for college at the end of July, and you’re trying to get in all the visits you can this summer, and JJ just might not make the list.

JJ went to the hot tub to sulk while you started packing, you put everything in your car so you can head to the airport.

“I should go JJ,” you murmured as you stood at the edge of the hot tub, dipping your fingers in the warm water.

JJ has a beer in his hand and his sunglasses on his head as he stares at you from the other side.

“Don’t be like that,” you sigh in response to his silence.

“Just stay here, you don’t even want to go,” he argued.

“I wish I could just stay, but you know I can’t. It’s the least I can do. He’s paying my tuition.”

“Fuck him, stay here and you’ll go to community college,” he countered as he stood and took your hands in his.

“JJ please don’t make this even more difficult than it already is. I might be able to come this summer-”

“Might,” he emphasized.

“I have to go,” you started but cut yourself off as your eyes filled with tears. His harsh persona immediately dropped.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl. It’ll be ok,” he slowly brought your hands up to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“I’m gonna miss you JJ,” you sniffled.

“I’m gonna miss you too, baby. But it isn’t goodbye forever, right? We’ll see each other again,” JJ’s facade was slowly cracking as more and more tears rolled down your cheeks.

You brought his hands out of the water and around your waist, you didn’t care about getting wet at this moment. You hiccuped slightly as you rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

JJ’s arms circled around your back and squeezed you to him, he was doing his best not to cry. But he couldn’t hold back when you sobbed against him. He couldn’t stand to see you cry, especially knowing that you may never see each other again. He brought his lips to your cheeks and kissed at the trail of tears; “It’s ok. We’re gonna be alright.”

“Now I really do have to go,” you smiled awkwardly and kissed him before wiping your cheeks.

“I don’t want you driving if you’re crying, sweet girl.”

“I’m ok to drive.”

“Promise?” he asked.

“Promise.”

“One last kiss and I’ll let you go,” he smiled. With one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair, he pulled you close and kissed you like it was the last time. Maybe it was, but neither of you wanted to say so. As you broke away, a little breathless, you pulled the sunglasses from his hair and replaced them with yours, tucking his up into your hair as you gave him one last peck.

“I love you JJ Maybank.”

“I love you, my sweet girl. More than anything.”

He would never let go of you, and there would never be a day he wouldn’t be wearing your cat eye sunglasses.

My Masterlists

#JJ Maybank #outerbanks #obx #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #jj maybank smut #peach’s writing #rudy pankow #jj maybank writing #jj #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

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datubooty · 16 days

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Day 4: Found

for @camilamamaweek 2024

“I found this at the bookstore the other day and got it for you. I know we don’t really know when your birthday is, so maybe think of it more as a belated job-starting gift?”

Camila offers Hunter a small package with pointy corners, definitely a book by the dimensions and heft. He accepts it first with a hug.

“Mom, you didn’t have to do this.” His face wrinkles with emotion, touched that she did. Every gift-giving between them goes this way, especially if it’s spontaneous.

“Mm, but I did! Go on, open it. I think you’ll like it.”

Hunter carefully unsticks the bow and untapes one end of the off-season wrapping paper. Christmas in July is real and Hunter celebrates with the neatest gift extraction the Noceda family has ever seen. The book slides right out.

“Whoa.” He reads the chunky title on the spine. “The Sibley Field Guide to Birds of Eastern North America.”

“That’s a, uh, red-chested nosebeak!” Camila declares with incomplete confidence as she points to the bird depicted mid-chirp on the cover. “Or something like that.”

Hunter gives the compact volume a thumb-through. Pages of winged things he doesn’t have precise names for whiz by, from shorebirds to sparrows. The book is new, but quickly settles open in small surrender in his hand. He’s read enough stiff tomes to recognize someone had kept it positioned like that for a long time.

Camila gasps first, guilt in her eyes. The illustration of red plumage leaps from the page like a warning flare. Hunter knows what he’s going to see. It’s written above the image like an epitaph:

Northern Cardinal Cardinalis cardinalis

He looks at Camila and takes a breath. She does too. They breathe out in slow unison.

“Look, Hunter, I—” she starts but can’t continue.

“It’s okay, mom,” he says and she believes him. “I would have looked for him too. He was a bird after all.”

“He was. Yeah.” Camila nods, recovering, relieved that she wasn’t alone in her thinking or shamed for her thought.

“Yeah.” Hunter forces too much of a laugh, but there’s no pain knit tight within it anymore.

“So.” Camila moves on from her light misstep. That’s all it was. “I know these are creatures from the human realm, but I’m not doing this to say you should visit more, though you know I wouldn’t say no to that. I just thought, this feels right for Hunter to have.”

“It’s perfect. You know why? So many palismen are human realm creatures. This is a book full of so many people’s future best friends, just like I’m gonna make with Dell. I didn’t know it, but this is just what I wanted!”

He holds the book to his chest, the bird on the cover to his heart.

Camila tries not to cry as she gives him another hug. This is just what she wanted, too.

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This came to me late last night and I had to write it out. What a great time when the fixations align!

The bird on the cover of the referenced Sibley book is a rose-breasted grosbeak, which is also in the cardinal family. I thought it might be fun for Camila to know the name in Spanish but not English, as they do winter in DR and the Caribbean broadly, but picogrueso pechirrosado is too clearly calque-able and lacks that comedic no sé qué.

#camilamamaweek2024 #camilamamaweek #camila noceda #hunter noceda #hunter toh #the owl house #birdposting #toh fanfic #toh

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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Hi hello! ヽ(★ω★)ノ I see that your requests are open again, so is it all right if I ask for Riddle, Azul, Vil, and Malleus on an ice skating date with their s/o? Thank you and have a great day :DD

riddle, azul, vil and malleus going ice skating with their s/o (gn!reader)

i got this request back in july and i'm finally writing it. again, i am so sorry, but hey, it's getting colder and it started snowing for me yesterday, so.. i guess this is the perfect time to write and read these headcanons? :'D

riddle rosehearts.

♡ at first, he's not a fan of the idea and he doesn't really want to go, but when he sees how excited you are and you start begging him to go ice skating with you.. he reluctantly agrees and he almost regrets it, but he immediately feels better about his decision when you thank him and give him a kiss. o-okay, maybe this date won't be so bad after all. riddle is not nervous about it because of him being bad at skating, he's actually pretty good at it (though he still thinks it's far from perfect), it's just.. something about doing it with you makes his heart beat so fast, he can't focus on his dorm leader duties.

♡ you just keep making riddle blush during the whole date, it even started with you seeing riddle in his winter outfit and saying how cute he looks! so when that happens, riddle knows that this date is going to be.. fun. however, to his own surprise, he actually really likes skating with you like this? he's not used to doing this at all, but he doesn't think that agreeing to go skating was a bad idea anymore. he really wants you to compliment his skills, but he knows that he still has to work on them, so.. but now he has motivation to get better at skating!

♡ but then, while riddle is thinking about it, he realizes that he got a bit careless and forgot how slippery the ice can get. the poor boy is about to fall, but you don't let that happen. you stop there for a second because you can't help but go "hehe, looks like someone is actually a bit clumsy~" and before riddle can say anything, both of you fall down and there's no one to help you this time. you find this situation too funny and end up laughing meanwhile riddle's brain stops working because of you falling on him. "oh, lying on top of you is pretty comfortable actually." riddle can't answer properly because of how flustered he is and you can confidently say that this date was perfect.

azul ashengrotto.

♡ "darling, this idea sounds amazing, but.. are you sure we can't do something else? there are so many things we can try-" "no, azul, i want to go ice skating." azul pretends to be just as excited about it as you are, but he's secretly panicking and he starts screaming the moment you leave mostro lounge. what is he so scared of, you ask? you see, since he's a merperson, he's not exactly good at skating. he's terrible at it, actually. and he doesn't want you to find out. but he also doesn't want you to be sad!! it looks like you really want to do this ice skating thing with him.. w-well, maybe he can just watch you skate and he won't have to do anything..

♡ azul really wants to come up with an excuse to not go, but he just can't do it. he's okay with lying to anyone, but not you. if he has to trip and fall right in front of you.. then so be it. he tries to stay calm at first and he pretends that everything is fine, but you can notice him getting nervous. when you start skating together, he holds your hand SO TIGHT, he knows that it must be painful, but he's too scared to let go. and then, eventually, he does fall. and when it happens, he just lies there for a moment and he doesn't want to get up because he's too embarrassed and he's afraid he's just gonna fall again. and he's afraid that you're gonna be disappointed in him.

♡ however, you smile at him and help him get up. azul apologizes and tries to explain why he's not so good at skating, but you stop him and tell him that you actually knew all along that he never tried skating before because he's a merperson. azul is confused. why did you want to go ice skating with him then?? did you- did you just want to make fun of him?? you shake your head and say that even though it's adorable to watch azul try so hard to impress you, you actually wanted to teach him how to skate and you thought that it would be fun to try it together. and even though azul was very worried about you finding out that he can't skate.. he has to admit that he did have fun. maybe he doesn't mind being bad at something as long as you are with him.

vil schoenheit.

♡ vil didn't expect you to come up with a date idea like this, but he can't deny that he's interested. you two never went ice skating together, so it will definitely be a fun and unique experience. he agrees to go and you smile and hug him, promising that he won't regret it. when you two meet, vil adjusts your scarf, saying that you have to stay warm and kisses you on the forehead. "so, shall we go?" your face feels so hot, he doesn't have to worry about you getting cold.

♡ you wouldn't say that you're terrible at skating, you can fall pretty easily, but most of the time you're doing fine. but when you're with vil.. yeah, this man is much better at skating than you. he looks so elegant, it's almost like he was born to do it. seriously, is there anything that he can't do? you end up getting distracted while watching him skate and when you notice that something is wrong, you're already falling. thankfully, vil catches you just in time. "you really should be more careful, my dear. i know you tend to forget about everything when you look at me and i can't blame you for that, but i can't let you get hurt."

♡ your date somehow turns into vil helping you to learn how to skate better and you're not complaining. you feel safe when you're around him and you're not afraid of falling or hurting yourself because he's with you. vil also says that you still need to work on your skills, but he finds your clumsiness very cute, so he goes easy on you. he never forgets to praise you when he sees you getting better and when it's time for you two to go back to your dorms, he tells you that you were right, he really doesn't regret going skating with you at all.

malleus draconia.

♡ malleus never tried ice skating before, but he's very excited to try it, especially if it's with you. he tries to find as much information about skating as he can and he even thinks of trying to learn how to do it, so that he can impress you.. but that's not fun at all if you're not with him. he wants this date to be special and he's afraid that it's not gonna feel that interesting if he's already good at skating! it's more fun to learn it with you than getting better at it just so that you can compliment him. though the second option sounds good too.. no, he must be patient.

♡ when your date starts, he keeps talking about everything he heard about skating and he says that he knows how skating works in theory, but he didn't practice at all, so he asks you to not laugh at him if he does something wrong. you promise that you won't, but when you imagine malleus falling, you try really hard not to laugh. but it's even more hilarious when you see malleus falling for real. there's just something about it, yes, he's a prince and one of the strongest magic users, but also this guy just fell on his face right in front of you. of course, you rush to check on him, but he's fine and you don't have to worry. he's even more motivated to get better at skating now.

♡ skating with malleus is very fun and you get to see the other side of him, a less "perfect" one. you can see that he's really trying his best and he keeps asking things like "how did i do?" and "am i getting better, y/n?". and when your date ends, you tell him that he can be proud of himself, he's already much better at skating than he was before you tried it together. he is SO HAPPY when he hears that from you and he can't stop smiling even when he comes back to his dorm. lilia doesn't even have to ask him anything, he already knows that your date went well.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

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ewangeelium · 1 year

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joel miller x male reader

Pairing: male reader x joel miller Summary: you don’t like doing what Joel tells you to do (but cute?)

Splinter Whenever Joel told you to do something his way you went out of your way to do the opposite. The way he was always right annoyed you(in a playful way) and you wanted to push his buttons. When he said the coffee is still too hot you still took a big gulp, burning you tongue and him saying a ‘told you so’. When he said it was gonna rain soon you made sure to go out in only a tshirt and it did rain. Weatherman Joel (as you called him then) said ‘I told you so’, as you walked back to your place from a meeting, your clothes completely soaked. In the winter when he told you to use a drier piece of firewood to start the fire, you kept trying with the piece of wood you found outside in the snow and he watched you try to start the fire for 30 minutes until he took over, replacing the fire material with drier ones, adding the ‘told you so’. In early July you were already preparing for the cold winder. So you, Tommy and Joel were making sure the town had enough firewood to keep warm during the upcoming cold days. Tommy was chopping the wood, sometimes switching with Joel. You mostly helped to place the logs neatly on top of each other into a organized pile. Joel told you to wear gloves to protect your hands from splinters. Obviously you didn't. "You're an incredibly stubborn man, (y/n)" Joel he shook his head watching you carry the pieces of wood with your bare hands. You let out a hissing 'ah' as exactly that happened, getting a splinted right under your thumb on your palm. Joel looked over immediately at your reaction. "Well there you go." he shook his head in a told-you-so manner. "Show me." he walked over to you, taking your left hand in his own and examining it. "That's pretty deep. And a pretty big one." he muttered. You couldn't help but to laugh. Joel looked at you and sighed, "very funny." He softly pushed your skin down around the splinter to see if it would come out. You winced at the pain. "It's fine. I'll deal with it later." you said, but didn't pull your hand back from his. "No. Come with me." he decided to ignnore you, letting Tommy know you'll be back soon, never letting go of your hand. You absolutely loved it when Joel took care of you. Maybe subconsciously that's why you kept doing things the other way. When you burned you tongue he immediately brought you a glass of water to ease the pain. When you got soaked during heavy rain he got you clean warm clothes, often his own shirts, to replace the ones you were wearing. So there you were with the giant painful splinter in you hand, just like he said would happen. Joel found tweezers and a half empty bottle of antiseptic. You sat down and he sat next to you. "Hand." he demanded, so you lifted you hand up again. He cleaned the tweezers and started to try to get the splinter out with them, supporting your hand with his own again. "I'm getting a feeling you keep doing this on purpose." "You think?" you asked back with a grin and he looked over with a smile. "I can't believe I have to babysit a grown up man more than Ellie." Joel teased. He managed to pull the splinter out. "Thanks, Miller. I'd like those gloves now." "Told you so."

#pedro pascal x male reader #joel miller x male reader #male reader x joel miller

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passivenovember · 1 year

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Happy Valentines Day!

Dedicated to my babies over in the smut cave. Thanks for making everyday so saturated in horniness that I can’t feel anything but love. You’re the best.

And to @cherrydreamer , who is so good I’m pretty sure God could learn a thing or two.

Steve’s not his boyfriend. Billy ties honesty around each wrist to keep himself in place whenever things start to feel a little too much like a roll of party balloons.

And they always do, with Steve. Because Steve’s an idiot.

He’s full of shining romance. He parks the Beemer outside Billy’s house every morning before school even though Billy’s got a car because Steve hopes, against all hope, that Billy will roll over and be his girlfriend.

That he’ll let Steve hold his hand and carry his books and allow Steve to drive them to school. Billy and Max, fighting over the radio station and tracking mud onto the floors while Steve grins like a moron.

Harrington has a death wish disguised as chivalry.

Because even though Billy aims to chew his head off and Neil would probably bury them both alive if he ever caught on, Steve climbs through bedroom windows and tucks notes onto mattress pillows and in between the slots of lockers because he’s got flowers growing out his ass.

Love’s gonna win out, for him.

Billy doesn’t get it.

The hope. The peppery, love-sick gestures. He could pick them by the handful, each colored for a different moronic display of Steve’s lingering affection.

And it’s not that Billy hates flowers, it’s just.

It’s spring.

It’s the promise of the days getting longer and air gusting warmer and the hope that even though he’s still living like a stoned crab under the ever-present weight of his father, Billy could relax into Steve’s attention and summer will drape itself over the land.

If he just gave in, July would burn hot on his shoulder blades.

–

Billy doesn’t give in.

He can’t.

He could lie and say it’s all part of some rude awakening. He’ll take Steve’s dick up his ass, down his throat, blooming like cactus blossoms between both hands, but he doesn’t love him.

But, turns out, as January melts into six more weeks of winter and Heather’s warning that this thing between Billy and Steve’ll vanish as soon as the ground starts to thaw, Steve gets restless.

Billy can’t blame him. Knows they’ve both got a lesbian ear-worm chewing their confidence to shit.

Heather urges Billy to stop being such a piranha and Robin tells Steve he’s gonna get his heart smashed and tossed like a new penny into the ocean. Lost. Forgotten on its descent to the bottom of the hapless sea.

And to be honest, no one’s ever been able to guess why Steve chose this. Billy, in all his pathetic glory.

But he did. He picked Billy like a thorn from his side.

And they hammer themselves into something like the mockery of a relationship because that’s what people do. They fuck. They smoke pot and dry hump and fuck again, each chewing on the idea that maybe this won’t last.

Billy’s good at ignoring it and Heather and himself until the weekend before Valentines Day.

Steve pulls out of him. Rolls onto his back and says, “You never gaze at me,” even though his spunk is cooling the sheets under Billy’s naked thighs.

Billy shifts on the pillow, blowing smoke at the ceiling so it won’t end up in Steve’s eyes.

Steve won’t look at him.

He’s got the sheets tucked up around his chest, arms crossed over their slick face like he’s ashamed of himself, maybe, for the first time ever. Regretful of Billy. Of this thing between them.

Billy frowns. “I don’t do what?”

“You don’t gaze at me,” Steve tells him, Adam’s Apple bobbing like he needs a cool drink. “Y’know. Like when you see a pretty girl–”

“Don’t like girls, remember?”

“Okay, then,” Steve rolls onto his side, propping himself seriously on one elbow. “Say it’s a cute guy. Handsome.”

“Alright.”

“When you see a handsome guy, you know? In a nice car, do you ever–”

“Is it a fast car?”

Steve blinks. “Does it matter?”

“‘Course it does,” Billy sucks on his smoke again, teasing, “Fast car’s a sign of taste. And to be able to afford that kinda car you’ve gotta have money. And in my experience, any guy with money’s got a cock on him.”

“Every guy’s got a cock.”

“Yeah, but not every cock’s a good one,” Billy winks, “Ain’t that right, Rolls Royce?”

Steve turns red, all the way down his chest. Billy has the familiar urge to pin him to the mattress and lick at his nipples, see if they taste like strawberry jam when he blushes like that.

But Steve’s eyebrows are threaded together. Serious, when he says, “You’re saying the only thing that’d trap you in a gaze is a nice car?”

Billy shrugs. “I don’t gaze.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“I could, though,” Billy looks over at him, guilty for the thrill that rolls through him at the sight of Steve, naked and pissed off. “If we’re talking about a fast car, and a rich guy, and a nice cock–”

“Forget it,” Steve snaps, sitting until the sheets pool around his waist. “Forget I said anything, alright?” Harrington jostles the bed, swinging his legs over one side. He reaches for his pants, tugging them on so roughly Billy’s worried he’ll give himself rug burn.

Billy puffs on his cigarette. “Where you going, pretty boy?”

“Gotta piss.”

“You’re putting clothes on for that?”

Steve drops his pants as if they’ve caught fire. “Maybe I’ll leave.”

Billy snorts. “You live here.”

“Well, I’m not gonna kick you out,” Steve snaps. Annoyed. He’s never been this irritated with Billy before. So pressed he won’t even look at him.

Steve always looks at him.

Gazes.

It’s not a great feeling.

Billy props himself against the headboard, trying to backtrack whatever landmine he ate shit over. Steve’s seething on the edge of the mattress, so far away he might as well be in Asia. So close Billy can map the constellations between his shoulder blades. “Come here,” Billy says softly.

Steve shakes his head.

“Steve.”

“You’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“I know,” Billy pinches the butt between his teeth. “Come here anyway.”

One moment yawns into the next and then Steve’s toes follow each other back onto the mattress. He tucks under the sheets, eyes tacked to the ceiling.

“What,” Steve says. Taught and fragile. Bitchy.

Billy chokes on a swell of something. Swallows it down. “You don’t wanna cuddle?” He asks, exactly how Steve always does. Batting his eyelashes where he knows Harrington can see.

But Steve won’t budge. He crosses his arms. “Tell me what you want and I’ll consider it.”

And Billy.

He’s a pro at flipping the script. At hiding in plain sight. He’s been pretending to want this and nothing more if it means he’ll get Steve. A couple nights a week fucking in a bed he never sleeps in, watching every flash of desperate pleasure on Harrington’s face because there’s no chance he’ll run into the weight of anything when he’s caught in orgasm land.

Billy doesn’t say the only time he feels good is when Steve comes. Doesn’t own up to the way it gets him through the swell of night, the memory of being so close to someone who’s good because it’s his nature.

Steve never has to try. He’s perfect.

And Billy isn’t ready to admit anything. That he recognizes it. Feels Steve’s brilliance like a twisting knife in the back; Tell me what you want–

Billy clears his throat. “Do you want me to leave?”

The possibility makes him nauseous. Steve takes the cigarette that’s handed to him, perfect plush lips closing around the butt of the thing.

“Tell me, baby. I’ll go right now. You’ll never have to see me again–”

“God, you’re a dumbass, too, you know that?” Steve hands the cigarette over, jaw tense. “If I wanted you gone I would’ve kicked you out forever ago.”

“You. You mean tonight, or–”

“Yeah,” Steve tells him softly. “Months before that. Before I fell in love with you.”

Billy chews on their cigarette and watches Steve in between puffs. The way his lashes flutter when he’s trying not to give the side eye.

Billy feels haunted. By everything. His future. The way Steve’s so free with his words and his truth, tossing them at Billy like red roses and rotting tomatoes. Steve says he loves him, and Billy’s heard it before. Steve’s sentiment gets lost in the roiling anger that makes Billy who he is.

But tonight, it’s silenced.

Steve’s I love you’s have that effect on him. Cutting all the noise from the sky as his attention drapes over Billy like the lid of a coffin. Like sunlight, too.

Daylight.

Billy turns to face him, his wrist cracking under the weight of his head. “Do you want me to gaze at you more?” He asks.

Steve chews on a mouthful of smoke and then blows it at the ceiling until it looks like a cloud.

A bunny or an anvil. Something.

“I could,” Billy says. “You’ve got everything that grabs my attention, you know?”

“What? Money and cars and–”

“Yeah, but. It’s not only that shit, I was. I was kidding.”

Steve blinks. “You were kidding?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly,” Steve says, as if tasting the caramel drop word on his tongue. He shifts on the mattress, glancing over and away again. Teasing. “Alright. What else about me grabs your attention?”

“You’re really gonna make me spell it out for you? Itemized list style?”

Steve’s demeanor falls flat again. A punctured balloon trickling from the sky. “Never mind,” He says, “Forget it. You obviously don’t feel the same about me as I do about you–”

“You make me laugh, okay?” Billy spits.

He swallows thickly. Fiddles with the lip of the sheets. His words burn like acid. He’s cut to the bone.

“I like the way you drum on your knee when there’s a song you dig. You have passions. You read, but you’re not very good at it. You help me study even though you mispronounce everything. You’re kind.”

And suddenly, Steve’s looking at him. Through him, too, past every swirling atom, toggling layers of bullshit and titanium walls meant to keep everyone out.

But under the cosmic starfall of Steve’s gaze and his attention and his love–

Billy’s walls never stood a chance.

“I like you,” Billy grits.

There.

He said it. He told the truth and now Harrington can out a lid on those eyes and stop looking at Billy like he ran over the family dog–

“You mean it?” Steve asks.

As if Billy’s saying something else. Like he’s admitting to a crime, or accepting a ticket to go anywhere in the universe.

Billy frowns, not understanding. “I guess so.”

Steve watches him for another endless, yawning moment. “Prove it.” He says, and finishes the cigarette.

–

It’s kind of how Max was, in that weird space between Billy’s first I’m Sorry and where they are now.

Billy had to work for it because Billy has to work for everything. It’s like purgatory. Paying out of pocket for all the shit he’s done wrong in his life.

Steve says, “prove it,” and Billy doesn’t really believe him at first.

They aren’t together. Billy isn’t his fucking girlfriend, and Steve’s old enough that he’s supposed to have stopped wishing for grand gestures.

Doesn’t he know that shit isn’t real? That husbands get their wives flowers because they got caught fucking their secretaries, and boyfriends only tuck fuzzy animals into their girlfriends arms to apologize for getting drunk and covering her in bruises?

But the more Billy turns it over in his hands, the more he realizes he should’ve seen this coming.

Steve’s got a pension for anything sappy and romantic.

He goes hog wild for John Huges and sets money aside for February 15th, when all the Valentine’s candy is on sale. He sings the Ronettes at the top of his lungs when Billy’s pissed off, wiggling his hips and begging Billy to be his little baby.

Steve pretends not to trace love hearts on storefront windows. He ignores thoughts of dinner reservations and avoids all conversation of expensive springtime bouquets until someone asks his opinion, and suddenly Steve’s a florist.

Last year he even helped Max and her Nerdy friends plan a romantic double date night, complaining all the while even though he made Billy hide with him in the back room so they could spy–

And.

It hits Billy like a freight train.

“No,” Billy tells himself. He shakes his head, curls catching obnoxiously on the pillow beneath him. “No way–”

He’s not asking the Nerd Squad for help/

He’d never hear the end of it. They’d roast him alive and it would cost him every cent in his California fund. Curly top would accuse him, all over again, of not being suave or good or smart enough for someone like Steve, and the rest would co-sign without ever saying a word, and–

No.

Billy isn’t going to put himself through that type of ego-death all for a pair of legs, and that’s final.

But just as he starts to doze off, dreams lapping at his toes like warm ocean water, Billy settles with the fact that he has no other choice.

It’s his ego or Steve, and if Billy doesn’t play this right he’ll never love again.

–

“He says you never gaze at him?”

Billy digs his nails into his palm. “That’s what I said.”

“Steve’s kind of confusing.”

“You’re telling me.”

“I mean, it’s so weird,” Max’s shoes thump against the base of the couch, filling their empty house on Cherry lane with music. “You throw plenty of gaze at him.”

“I know, right?”

“You are gay-ze,” Max teases.

And if Billy were any less desperate, he might stick a wet thumb in her ear for that one. But he’s on his last leg. He’s tearing his curls out by the root. He’s climbing the walls, he’s–

Max frowns. “Tough crowd.”

“It was funny,” Billy tries, smile stiff and unnatural. “I was gonna laugh, but–”

“But you’re worried if you don’t do something grand and rom-com perfect Steve’ll dump you.”

Billy glares at her. “There’s nothing to dump. We aren’t dating.”

“Sure,” Max says slyly.

She’s such a little shit. She’s the worst.

Billy bites against the urge to bully her. To pinch her arm and revert back to his old self to get what he wants out of the situation.

Max shrugs her knobby little shoulders and admits, “Steve’s not that hard to romance.”

Billy drops the act entirely. “How the fuck would you know that?”

“When he helped Lucas and Mike plan our double-date last year he gave this obnoxious speech about how girls pretend like we want diamonds and flashy declarations, but really it’s the thought that counts.”

But. “Steve’s not a girl,” Billy thunks his head on the back of the couch, exhausted.

This is bullshit.

This is so difficult–

“It’s not like you could afford to do anything obnoxious even if you wanted to,” Max tells him.

And Billy gets that it’s meant to be reassuring.

Steve was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Anything he wants he can get for himself, including expensive bouquets and five-star dinners. Hell, he could get himself off, too. Doesn’t need Billy for anything. Not really.

But that’s half the trouble.

If Billy can’t live up to the Valentine's Steve can plan for himself, he doesn’t know why he’s trying.

Why he’s losing sleep, sick to his stomach over the thought that this might be it.

“Stop spiraling,” Max sits on the coffee table in front of him, knocking their toes together until Billy pins her with a heat-less glare. “When you imagine a perfect day with Steve–”

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Why? Max demands, “Because it involves a lot of open mouthed kisses?”

“Just tell me what you think he would like.”

“A handjob, probably.”

Billy sits ramrod straight. “Max, let’s watch the mouth.”

“Don’t take it out on me. I’m pretty sure that’s what every guy wants.”

“Steve’s not every guy, he’s. He’s fucking perfect and he was born in a castle and he’s always had anything he’s ever wanted and I’m a piece of shit–”

“Billy, you’re fine,” Max tells him. Because, of course, she sees right through Billy’s vitriol.

He’s made of glass.

He’s a window. A crystal slipper, plummeting to its brain-shattered death.

Max knocks their toes together again. “Even if you served him a burnt pot of macaroni on a dirty plate, tucked over a sticky dining room table, he’d love it.”

“Why,” Billy snaps, “Because it’s me.”

“Because it’s you,” She says, eyes blue and earnest. “Now, walk me through your perfect date.”

–

In the end, mop top and the wheeler kid think it’s sweet that Billy’s trying in the first place.

They give him his blessing.

On February 14th, a day that’s so cloud-covered and rain drenched that Billy almost wants to call the whole parade off and stay in bed until the sun rises red and new, Steve’s dorks manage to get him out of the house.

His parents are in Rome, because.

Of course they’re in Rome. The city of love.

And Billy’s been shaking hard enough to cause an Earthquake since the second he got into the shower this morning, but Max smiles and says, “Tonight, Hawkins is the most romantic place in the world.”

So Billy chooses hope.

They light candles. They decorate. Billy orders heart-shaped pizza because he’d probably give them food poisoning if he tried to cook, and suddenly it’s 5:00.

The dorks clear out.

When the front door opens, Steve runs headfirst into a hallway covered in wilting daisy petals. He’s immediately tangled in the strings of four stubborn Get Well balloons because Max tried her best.

He drops his shopping bags when he sees the candles.

He almost brains it on the stairs, because Billy’s waiting in a suit, collar uncomfortably tight around the knob of his throat.

“Billy–” He says, with tears in his eyes.

But Billy’s gotta spit it out, before the words choke him to death. He takes the stairs two at a time, arriving at the bottom.

“Steve,” He says, kind of breathless. “I don’t just like you. I love you, and. Max helped me plan this because I’m an idiot. And the balloons are all wrong and I didn’t cook you anything, not even macaroni, but I love you, and--”

“It’s perfect,” Steve tells him.

And Billy doesn’t want to brag, but.

He proves it. Seals the deal with a kiss.

#harringrove #valentines day #and I did get lazy at the end!#sorry!

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remember the nights | chapter seven — bright lights, big city

WORD COUNT — 3,623

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — SHE'S HERE!! THE CHAPTER THAT STARTED IT ALL IN JULY 2021

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The further into October you got, the icier the chill in the air became. The month only had a few more days left in it, and you were already wearing your winter coat to school in the mornings. Every tree you saw was bare, and the colorful leaves they scattered all over the ground crunched beneath your feet with every step.

It was Saturday today, and normally you were very grateful for Saturdays. Today, however, both Newt and Thomas had insisted that you get up early for a ‘surprise’. Last night when you had gone to Mickey’s and later the playground, no one had missed the glances passed between your brother and friend, but they refused to elaborate their mischievous, knowing looks they were giving one another.

When you’d asked Newt privately, he only told you to get up early the next morning for a special surprise. The answer had been unnerving, to say the least, so when you asked Thomas and he provided the same response, nearly verbatim, you were officially put on edge.

You still did as told, though, the anticipation getting the better of you instead of the uneasiness. So, even though you usually reserved Saturday mornings for sleeping in, you got up just a little later than you do on school mornings, taking a shower, getting dressed and eating a quick breakfast.

When you finished your coffee and muffin, your phone pinged with a text from Newt, telling you that he’d be arriving at the house soon, and asking if you were ready for the surprise. During this, Thomas had stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas, looking worse for wear as he grabbed an apple, still blinking the sleep from his eyes, and headed to the living room.

You joined him on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while your curiosity and anxiety battled one another in your stomach as you waited for Newt.

Maggie and your dad had come down while you waited, sharing cheeky smiles as they worked in tandem to make theirs and Chuck’s breakfast. It was nice so see your dad so happy. Of course, he was always happy when he was with you, but the smile he wore when he was with Maggie was different. More like he was in a state of pure adoration.

When knuckles rapped against wood, you nearly shot up from your seat, slightly startling Thomas as he slowly ate his apple. Newt waited for you at the door, hands shoved into the pockets of his signature jacket, sporting a coy smile.

“Morning,” he smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet.

“Good morning,” you smiled back. “What’s this big surprise, then?”

Newt’s smile widened, bordering playful. “Can’t say. But I know you’re gonna love it. You might wanna grab a purse or something, though. We’re not sticking around for long.”

“Oh?” You said. “I’ll be right back, then. You can wait on the couch with Thomas.”

You stepped back, opening the door wider to allow Newt in. He greeted Maggie and your dad before heading into the living room to talk with Thomas while you went upstairs. You decided on a small handbag, throwing in your usual items — wallet, chapstick, and hair ties. You brought a charger, rolled up as small as it could get, and made sure your phone had enough room in the bag, as well.

When you finally got back downstairs, Newt waited by the door while you said quick goodbyes to everyone — including Chuck, who woke up while you were upstairs and was shoving his face with scrambled eggs.

You got into the car, Newt peeling off and heading past the town line, unsure of how long the drive would be, thinking up any kind of explanation of what today would be like based on the molecules of information you had. Once the drive was underway, Newt let you hook your phone up to the sound system to play music in order for you both to sing along to whatever songs you both knew.

After about twenty minutes, though, you’d turned down the music in order to trade stories about Thomas. Newt laughed his way through his recounting of how Thomas had fractured his arm one winter on a patch of snow-covered ice while Minho had chased him around Gally’s front yard, and you excitedly recalled the time he spent three month’s worth of his allowance on a game at Coney Island in order to win a giant Pikachu plush — which had been sitting in the corner of his room for the past two years.

“Have I ever told you guys about this one dude I went to school with?” You asked as Newt switched lanes on the highway.

“I don’t think you’ve told us much about your old school, so no.”

You bit back a laugh. “This is gonna be amazing. Okay, so this guy, his name’s Mitch, he was like a grade above me in my old school, and I shit you not, literally every girl I talked to had a crush on him. If you didn’t have him in one of your classes you could swear he was one of the student teachers or something.” You rambled excitedly. “I talked to him a few times in my open photography class last year, he’s really cool, but that’s not the point. My whole point is that he looks exactly like Thomas if he could actually grow facial hair.” Newt barked out a laugh. “I’m not kidding; if the guy shaved closer to the skin and styled his hair differently, they’d look like twins or something, it’s insane.”

“There’s no way that’s true,” Newt shook his head.

“But it is,” you insisted. “If I hadn’t met Thomas so early into freshman year after Maggie and my dad started dating, I probably would’ve had a crush on Mitch, too.”

Newt scoffed out a laugh, bemused smile on his face as he shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I can show you, if you want. I have his Instagram.” You said, before remembering Newt was driving. “Actually, I’ll show you later. The shock of his similarity to Thomas might cause us to get into a multi-car pileup.”

Soon after, the mindless chatter and story-swapping continued as normal, occasionally broken by a particularly good song coming up and you sang along to it. Car after car passed you by, and you were entirely wrapped up in conversation with Newt. So much so, that you failed to pay close attention to your surroundings outside of the vehicle.

That is, at least, until the chatter died down and you realized that Newt was parking his car in front of a familiar set of open gates in a very familiar part of Central Park. “You took me home?”

“Not quite,” Newt said with a heartwarming smile, shutting off the engine and stepping out of the car. You followed, watching Newt as he led you through the gates as if it was him who had grown up in this park and not you.

You passed through the gates, reminded of all the times you would walk this path with your best friends, coming straight from school or from your favorite froyo shop, wanting to spend as much time with one another as you could before everyone had to go home.

“Newt, where are we going?”

“Just wait,” he told you. “You’ll see.”

As if his words were magic, you saw them. Sitting on a familiar bench, just a little ways away, were your best friends. Just laying eyes on them nearly stole the breath from your lungs, your face lighting up with joy. You wasted no time in calling out to them. “Mina! Fernanda!”

The girls shot up from their seats, smiles overtaking their features like yours had. You ran to greet them, as they rushed up to you, pulling you into a tight, welcoming, and familiar group hug. Laughter spilled uncontrollably from all three of you, even when you pulled back to get a good look at them.

“God, I’m so happy to see you guys.”

Amina laughed, squeezing your right arm. “So are we.”

“How is this even happening right now? I mean—”

“You can thank your Godsend of a boyfriend for this one,” Fernanda smirked. “He’s been talking to us, Thomas, and your dad for weeks just to get this put together. Wanted to make sure there was a time all three of us could spend an afternoon together.”

You barely had the time to process what Fernanda said before Amina was cutting in with her classically dramatic groan. “I wish Aleksander would do stuff like this for me.”

“You say that as if he didn’t literally take you to Coney Island for your anniversary two weeks ago and take you on like, every thrill ride in the park. That shit’s expensive, Mina,”

Your smile widened as the girls began their usual banter, realizing just how much you missed interactions like these, even if you had similar ones with your friends in Woodstock. It suddenly reminded you of Newt, of the fact that he was the reason you were even here. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to find him standing several feet away, watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, hands shoved into his front jean pockets.

You left your friends to bicker and ran back to the blond, body colliding with his, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He stumbled slightly upon impact before pulling his hands from his pockets and winding his arms around your torso.

“Thank you,” you whispered, face tucked into Newt’s neck for barely a moment before you pulled back, arms still around Newt’s neck, his hands still flat against your back.

Newt’s eyes contentedly scanned your joyful face before he responded, “You told me you missed them a few weeks ago, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take you to see them, even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

It was entirely true. At some point during your long, deep conversation underneath the willow tree, you’d talked about your friends and how much you missed them. Even so, you were surprised he remembered something from almost two months ago, let alone planned out a trip just to make you happy.

A whistle broke through the air, causing you and Newt to jump and completely pull away from one another. Turning, you found Fernanda to be the culprit. “Hey, lovebirds! Let’s get a move on, I’m starving!”

Your cheeks burned as you and Newt rejoined Amina and Fernanda, beginning the all too familiar trek to your froyo shop to eat your all-time favorite dessert — aside from Mickey’s double chocolate milkshake, of course — before heading to the nearby mall.

In your two months away from New York city, Anne’s Froyo Factory was one of the things you’d missed the most. If you could have things your way, you would marry the store in a heartbeat.

You and your friends had spent the better part of an hour sitting at your usual table near the middle of the seating area, similar to the way your friends in Woodstock sat. You and Newt sat with your backs to the door, with Amina and Fernanda on the other side. Conversation between you flowed easily, as it was mostly questions from the girls about how things were going in Woodstock, and you asking for updates on things happening in your school.

You ended up recounting the shopping cart race to them, and showing the mostly-healed injuries you’d sustained, much to Fernanda’s chagrin. They’d also been very happy to hear that the transition was mostly effortless, and that you had no issues making new friends and bonding with Thomas’ group of friends. According to them, that was the thing they’d worried about the most.

After you were finished with froyo and the initial catch-up, Newt drove everyone over to the mall you used to frequent. He’d taken your advice and parked deep into the underground parking structure, as opposed to dealing with the hellscape that the above ground parking lot was on a Saturday afternoon.

Despite how insanely packed the mall was, you knew you would have a good time with everyone. Any time a store caught someone’s interest, you’d all go in to explore it, more often than not coming out with a bag or two. You paid close attention to Newt, though, because he’d never been in this mall before, and you didn’t want to lose him to the crowd.

Being in the mall for a prolonged amount of time only proved that having access to a bank account that housed a weekly allowance and a want for material items was truly your greatest downfall. By the time everyone was ready to eat again, you’d bought a few new clothing items for yourself, a Lord of The Rings figurine for Chuck, and a lightsaber keychain for Thomas.

Some point between stores, on a leisurely path to the food court, Newt spotted a photo booth, tucked barely out of the way of the main flow of customers. Amina and Fernanda were inside some stationary store a little ways back, and Newt insisted that you and him go inside. You feigned reluctance to the idea, but followed the boy to it with a smile on your face.

You stepped inside behind Newt, who was squished into the corner, slotting your bags between your feet as he shoved a $5 bill into the machine and you shut the curtain. It was only at that moment that you realized you’d never been in a photo booth before, and didn’t know what to do with yourself.

Newt, however, seemed to know exactly what to do. Just as the countdown on the screen displayed a bright number five, you and Newt looked at each other, and he blurted out, “Gally’s a huge fan of Glee, but he refuses to tell anyone. I caught him watching it once, I don’t think he knows though.”

You erupted in laughter and Newt followed after, just in time to hear the shutter click. This was what made you get your footing, and in the pause between pictures, you came up with poses. Newt faced the camera and smiled wide, eyes closed as you ruffled his hair, eyes locked onto his features, a softer smile than his on your face. For the third photo, you both mustered up wide, bright smiles once again and pressed your cheeks together, one of your arms wrapped around Newt’s neck, his hands hanging off your shoulders. For the final photo, though, it seemed neither of you knew what to do.

But you were proven wrong when it seemed that Newt had this one covered, too.

You opened your mouth to speak as the countdown hit number two, but before you could say anything, Newt’s hand grazed your chin and pulled you close as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. The shutter flashed as he did, and within seconds, he’d pulled back and acted as though he’d done nothing.

You stepped out of the booth, bags in hand, unable to control the burning on your cheeks. Two film strips deposited from the machine, one for each of you. Newt grabbed them and handed one to you, folding his in half and tucking it into his wallet. You decided your strip would be safest in your bag until you could tape it to the wall behind your desk at home.

Just as you did so, Amina and Fernanda found the both of you, each carrying a small bag from the store they’d been in before. They both agreed that food was a must, and there was no need to go into any more stores until after you’d bought food.

As you headed to the middle of the mall, you realized that you’d been in the mall for almost two hours, and had yet to see the other half of it. Still, food was now your priority, along with finding a suitable table for everyone to eat at.

Newt had found one near the middle, and offered to save the spot so you and your friends could get food. Amina was the first one back, with a tray of Greek food, followed by Fernanda, who had chosen New York Fries. Newt ended up choosing the Chinese place near the edge of the food court, and you arrived back at the table last, carrying a delightful tray from Burger Palace, with a classic burger and chocolate milkshake — earning a laugh from Newt.

Everyone else had already started eating, and you frowned when you took the first few bites and sips of your meal.

“What’s with the face?” Fernanda asked. “You don’t like it? I thought you loved Burger Palace.”

You swallowed what you were chewing before you answered. “I do, but it’s nowhere close to Mickey’s, that’s for sure.”

Newt laughed, chopsticks full of lo mein halfway to his mouth. “Nothing’ll ever beat Mickey’s. All of his recipes are homemade, not to mention top secret. He almost didn’t let Frypan know about them when he started working there.”

The girls knew what you were talking about, as you had told them plenty about Mickey’s since you’d first eaten there, shared a quick look before returning to their food. The rest of the meal passed in a relative silence, up until you’d excused yourself to go use the bathroom.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Fernanda leaned across the table to meet Newt’s eye. “So, how long have you two been dating?”

Newt choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering out, “What?”

“You guys can’t have been dating that long. I mean, she’s only been gone for like… two months.” Amina guessed.

“Oh,” Newt realized. “Yeah, um, we’re not— we’re not dating.”

Fernanda’s eyes widened. “Really? We could’ve sworn—”

“No, no,” Newt blushed, a bashful smile appearing on his face. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Well, I think you should ask her out.”

“Mina!” Fernanda balked.

The girl only shrugged, picking at her salad. “What? I’m just saying. They obviously like each other, and if they accidentally managed to convince us they’re dating? There’s obviously something there.”

Fernanda only shrugged, considering her friend’s explanation. Newt observed the pair, hoping that the red that so obviously painted his cheeks would dissipate before you got back. The rest of the conversation was cut short when you returned to the table.

Once everyone was finished and had thrown away their garbage, you all decided that exploring the other half of the mall wasn’t worth the aching feet and worn out muscles. After all, you’d been in the mall for two hours now, and it was nearing three o’clock. So, you decided to head back to the car, this time with a trunk full of bags from a multitude of stores, to go to a familiar cafe to grab drinks before saying your goodbyes.

When you arrived at the park entrance where the day started, you felt the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You and the girls stepped out of the car, Newt opting to keep it idling while you parted ways at the gate.

“I hope I can see you guys again soon,” you said, fighting your tears.

Amina laughed, wiping at the bottom of her eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Oh, please. You can’t get rid of us easily, Y/n. You know that.”

“Exactly, we’re like boomerangs,” Fernanda smiled sadly. “We always find a way back.”

You decided that if you spoke again, you’d start crying, so you pulled the girls in for a group hug, savoring the moment as best as you could. When you pulled away, you hugged them both again, this time separately.

“Take care of that boyfriend of yours,” Amina told you, face tucked into your shoulder, before pulling back. “He knows how to treat you right.”

You rolled your bloodshot eyes, a playful smile threatening to show on your face as you tried to calm the burning on your cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend, Mina.”

“Could’ve fooled us,” Fernanda said. “No one who goes out of their way to plan a whole day with your best friends and drive you two hours here, and two hours back — in New York traffic, mind you — is just a friend.”

You laughed and nodded, but said nothing. After another round of hugs and well wishes, you departed and headed back to the warm car, Newt driving off not long after you were settled.

The drive home was vastly different than the drive into the city. It was calmer, and the silence was filled with the low volume of the radio as you and Newt finished off your cafe drinks. At some point, though, you felt that you needed to bring up your conversation with Amina and Fernanda.

“They had that conversation with you, too?” Newt asked.

“‘Too’? What do you mean, ‘too’?”

“When you went to use the bathroom during lunch,” Newt smiled, “they practically ambushed me. Apparently, we make a very convincing couple.”

You couldn’t help but laugh along with Newt.

The day ended at your doorstep. Newt poked his head in to say hello to everyone, and to assure your family that nothing had gone wrong with the ‘master plan’ that, apparently, everyone except you knew about.

Once more, you thanked the British boy, reminding him that this was one of the best days you’d had since moving to Woodstock. After saying your goodbyes, you watched Newt’s car disappear down the street before heading back inside. Today was a really good day.

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With it now being July 26th, Solarpunk Aesthetic Week has come to it's fated end.

We hope everyone had fun! We definitely enjoyed hosting the event and seeing what everyone did! Mood boards, short stories, art, gardens, fashion, music--I think we did a great job visualizing how we can Solarpunk today and into the future! Let us know what you thought about the event--things you liked, things you think we can do differently, etc. We'd love to hear feedback!

Speaking of the future, what's gonna happen with the blog now? We have some plans and ideas.

First and foremost, we want to keep this blog as a source of aesthetic inspiration for the solarpunk community! So we'll continue running our queue of posts--just at a slower rate than we had been (say, 2 posts a day instead of the current 5). So keep following if you want bursts of inspiration!

Finally, if everything goes according to plan,

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on today's episode of "taylor swift is SO jurdan coded" is "evermore feat. bon iver"

in my opinion, a lot of the songs can interpreted from both jude's and cardan's side and this one is a great example of it

"Gray November

I've been down since July" could very well be jude's exile - jude would be down because she was exiled (obviously), but we know cardan was extremely down too since he thought jude didn't want to return his letters

"Motion Capture

Put me in a bad light" - jude was put in an extremely bad light when cardan exiled her in front of everyone

"I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone

Trying to find the one where I went wrong" is one of the parts i think are fitting for both - jude has been raised as a mortal in elfhame, always having to watch what she's doing and make sure she's doing it correctly, i'm more than sure she'd overthink every single thing to find where she went wrong. on the other side, cardan has been raised as an unwanted princeling born under a bad prophecy, it clouded his whole being. for cardan's side i imagine both him as a child, trying to figure out what he did for everyone to ignore and hate him, and also him in the time between twk and tqon, trying to figure out why jude wasn't coming back despite his letters.

"Writing letters

Addressed to the fire" - i think this one is very self explanatory on cardan's side, but i think it can also be used as a metaphor for jude's efforts to fit in and prove her strength to everyone (ex: madoc) that she knows won't change anything anyway because she's mortal first, and everything she achieves is tarnished by that

"Staring out an open window

Catching my death" - this one isn't really something i can explain, i just imagine jude in vivi's apartment during the exile

"And I couldn't be sure

I had a feeling so peculiar

That this pain would be for

Evermore" again, fitting for both in a way - for both jude and cardan, they lived with something that shadowed everything they did. for jude, it was her mortality. for cardan, the prophecy. both of those caused pain (that they dealt with in very different yet similar ways, but not getting into that now) that they knew wouldn't go away. the second example, also fitting for both, is during the exile. jude was obviously homesick. despite the circumstances, elfhame did become her home and she was banished from it. on the other side, i imagine jude was the first person to make cardan feel at home, so in a way he banished himself from home by exiling her.

"Hey December

Guess I'm feeling unmoored" - again, exile (trying to speed this along)

"Can't remember

What I used to fight for" jude - through and through, it's her. she worked her way to not only being a spy and seneschal, but the actual QUEEN. and for what? to be exiled hours later? everything she touched and fought for turned into ashes.

"I rewind the tape, but all it does is pause

On the very moment I was lost" again, both - i could bring up the prologue of tcp, but i'm not doing that to myself. i think for cardan the most accurate moment was when jude tricked him and oak placed the crown on his head, those lyrics just FIT!! for jude the most important ones would of course be when she almost died but also when he saw cardan laughing with the folk.

"Sending signals

To be double crossed" - cardan. exile. letters. all i'm gonna say.

"Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death" jude - i have to say it. jude when she almost died. you know the one i mean.

"Oh, can we just get a pause?" - i wish they would've gotten SO. MANY. PAUSES. this obviously applies to both. especially when cardan lost his family (it hit him more than he wanted to, i don't care) and, i'm sorry, when cardan turned into the serpent. i can see jude standing in front of him before she kills him so vividly when i hear this

"Cannot think of all the cost

And the things that will be lost" - i wish the two of them knew what was coming for them i'm sobbing

"I'm on waves, out being tossed" - pun intended

"And when I was shipwrecked

I thought of you" both fit - the amazing thing with jude and cardan is that no matter who was actually in danger, the other suffered too. when jude was held by the undersea, cardan went berserk. the time during jude's captive fits for many reasons (there was a pun intended by picking it). it also suits cardan when his family was BEING SLAUGHTERED AND HE SAW JUDE.

"In the cracks of light

I dreamed of you" again - both. i like to think of this as a metaphor, the cracks of light are the parts of cardan that were conscious when he was the serpent, not knowing anything but jude. and jude herself admitted that she dreamed of cardan, so i'm taking that one literally even thought there were no cracks of light during her exile

thanks for coming to my VERY long ted talk

"But I swear

You were there" cardan - again what i said above. he knew nothing, not even himself, but he knew jude.

#i doubt anyone actually read this #i kept it short near the end #i underestimated how much i was going to write #i apologise greatly #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #tfota #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #taylor swift #evermore #evermore feat bon iver #taylor swift evermore

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