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tiannasfanfic · 10 months

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Physical Affection

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

Summary: You aren’t a very physically affectionate person…until you are.

A/N: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns used, no Y/N. Not proofread.

CW: None, just pure fluff.

You weren’t an affectionate person.

Well, that’s unfair to say. You could be, just on your own terms. All of your friends knew this and none of them minded, but those times when you were randomly affectionate, it always caught them off guard.

If you ruffle Dustin’s hair, for instance, it’ll suddenly make the otherwise chatty boy speechless. Fixing Steve’s shirt by tucking in the tag for him made the former ladies man blush. That time you helped Robin fix her smudged eyeliner left the poor girl stuttering.

While everyone noticed you were a little more affectionate with Eddie, that was to be expected since he was your partner. But, despite that, they couldn’t help but wonder how things were going with you two. By all appearances, everything seemed fine, but they knew Eddie was typically way more affectionate in relationships than this. He was always all over his partners, no matter if they were one night flings or serious relationships. But with you, he had scaled way back. The only time they’d ever seen you two be affectionate for longer than a brief moment were at parties when Eddie would keep one arm around you protectively at all times. You never seemed to mind though, leaning into his embrace to wedge yourself even closer to him.

It wasn’t until one night at The Hideout that they started figuring out you might be way more physically affectionate than they thought.

The guys were out having a Boys Night when you came rushing into the bar and directly over to their table. Everyone was concerned since Boys Night never gets interrupted unless it’s an emergency.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Eddie asked, jumping to his feet. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine,” you said, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. “I just need you to give me a hug is all.”

Gareth, Grant and Jeff all froze in shock, then exchanged surprised glances.

Did they hear you just right? Did you seriously just ask for a hug? Surly they were hearing things. A combination of the drinks and loud music coming from the jukebox messing up what your words sounded like. That made way more sense than you asking for a hug.

But a warm smile came to Eddie’s face in response, and he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. Your arms slipped around his waist as you buried your face into his chest, and you held onto him tightly.

The guys watched for several long moments, gawking as Eddie started to slowly run one hand up and down your back. He softly kissed the side of your head and they could hear him muttering something to you, but they couldn’t make out what. Your body just seemed to melt in his embrace, the tension in your shoulders visibly relaxing as you pressed yourself into the hug.

“What the-“ Gareth started to say, but the words died on his tongue at the glare Eddie’s suddenly shot at him.

Eventually, you pulled back from him just enough for the two of you to exchange a soft kiss.

“All better now, sweetheart?” they heard EddIe ask you.

“Kinda,” you said, nodding. “Do you think I could wait on you at the trailer?”

“Of course,” he replied, then kissed the end of your nose. “You have a key, my house is your house. Make yourself at home, I’ll be there here in a couple of hours.”

After sharing another tender kiss, you finally pulled yourself from Eddie’s arms. You gave the guys a wave and then left The Hideout.

The guys all stared at Eddie as he returned to his seat and took a drink of his beer.

“What?” he asked, finally noticing their looks.

“What the hell was that all about?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah, they never, ever ask to be touched,” Gareth said. “What gives?”

“Nothing,” Eddie said, then sat his bottle down to point at each of them. “And you’d all better just forget you ever saw that.”

The tone of his voice was serious, making them all blink.

“The shit?” Grant asked. “Why?”

“Why? I’ll tell you why,” Eddie leaned forward, a very serious look on his face. “They’ve started sitting on my lap and cuddling every time we’re watching a movie. Completely on their own!”

The guys stared at him in shock.

“Oh wow,” Gareth finally said. “That’s big.”

Eddie nodded rapidly, his curls flying.

“Yeah!” he said. “Huge! So if any of you meathead’s say anything to them and mess this up for me, I swear to God…”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble

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stardustloserdoll · 4 months

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hii can you do friends to lovers with johnnie x youtuber!reader? and the reader is like friends with jake and thats how they met? love your work btw <3

tyyy 🩷

you know i’ll keep you in my locket

“y/n you made it! come, i want you to meet someone!” jake quickly grabbed my hand, dragging me through the crowd pulling me in many directions. until he stopped in his tracks, “ah there he is.” jake spoke turning back giving me a smile. “johnnieee.” jake sang pulling me next to him with a big smile on his face.

“what.” the guy johnnie said looking up from his drink to look at jake. “this is y/n! remember i told you all about them?” johnnie nodded his head sending a smile towards me “yeah you yapped a bunch about them.” johnnie replied, making me laugh. “you know me, the yap king. anyways, y/n! this is johnnie.”

i smiled waving at johnnie “hey, nice to meet you. jakes also told me a lot about you. i like your shirt by the way.” johnnies eyes lit up “you like this band?” i nodded my head “i love them! i have all of their cds and posters all over my room.” i laughed putting my hands in my pockets. jake watching us with a big smile on his face.

“oh yeah johnnie! y/n is also a youtuber! i think you guys should do a collab together. it should be fun.” jake said wrapping his arms around our shoulders. “im down.” i smiled looking over to johnnie. “yeah me too.”

ever since that day, johnnie and i have been inseparable. every time i saw him, the bigger my crush on him got. i always got nervous and stuttered around him, probably making it obvious i liked him. i don’t know if i’ll ever tell him how i feel..

"hi everyone, today i have a special guest joining me…johnnie!" i smiled pulling him in frame "hi."

"johnnies going to attempt to do my makeup. i glanced at johnnie sending him a reassuring smile."i know he'll do great."

johnnie started applying the foundation onto my face, patting it down softly. "how about we tell them how we met." i said moving some hair out of my face.

"ooh you're right!" johnnie smiled moving onto the eyeshadow and mascara, "alright so we met at a party, and jake introduced us to each other. jake told me a lot about y/n, but i never got to meet y/n, but i'm glad i finally did."

"aww, johnnie." johnnie smiled tapping my knee signaling he was done. “how’s it looking.” i smiled. "it looks. pretty good actually. i made a mess though." he laughed cleaning where the mascara smudged. "i bet it looks great. now, the hardest part. the eyeliner." i said lifting it up to him. "oh god, if you look like a clown by the end of this im so sorry." johnnie held my face gently as he began applying the eyeliner.

"anyways,” johnnie said resuming “back to the story. it was an instant connection, we liked a lot of the same things, especially our humor. since then, we’ve literally been hang out like..everyday. i'd have to say my favorite person ever is y/n, sorry jake."

"you heard him jake. IM his favorite." i smiled sticking my tongue out. "okay, i think i did pretty good." johnnie said leaning back making sure the wings were sharp. "im really excited to see the finishing product." i said clapping my hands. johnnie set the eyeliner down and told me to open my eyes. "guys look at the matching necklaces johnnie and i got."

"we have pictures of each other in them." johnnie smiled opening the heart locket. "he looks so cute in this picture." i laughed raising it up to the camera. "y/n looks so pretty here." johnnie smiled looking into my eyes, glancing down at my lips.

“why are you looking at me like that.” i laughed pinching his cheek. “what do you mean!” johnnie yelled lifting his arms up. “you’re looking at me like you wanna kiss me.” johnnie turned away, mumbling something under his breath. “what was that johnnie?” he shook his head mumbling a ‘nothing.’ “wait i forgot the lipstick.” johnnie reached over and grabbed the lipstick, carefully applying it.

"okay y/n, are you ready to see your final look." i nodded my head and raised the mirror. “johnnie.” i gasped. “I TOLD YOU IT WAS BAD!” i shook my head. “NO ITS SO GOOD! you have a magic hand.” i smiled setting down the mirror. johnnie smirked at my comment making me hit his shoulder softly.

“okay guys, that’s the end of the video. thank you so much for watching! make sure to like and subscribe, andddd if you want more of johnnie i will have his channel linked down below. say bye johnnie!” i wrapped my arm around his shoulder waving. “baaaiii!”

“i had so much fun johnnie.” i grinned setting my hands on my lap. “me too, i always have fun with you y/n.” johnnie smiled as he played with the necklace. “uh y/n. can i ask you something.” i nodded my head “yeah of course.”

“well,” johnnie hesitated “um i’ve really enjoyed spending time with you lately, and we’ve gotten really close. the more i spend time with you, the more i start to fall even more in love with you.” i blushed placing my hands on top of his. “i feel the same way. ever since i met you i instantly fell for you. i love everything about you johnnie.”

johnnies eyes widened at that, a faint blush spreading on his pale cheeks. “well, what do you say we make it official?” i asked holding his hand. “id love to.”

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert fluff

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 23

part 1 | part 22 | ao3

cw: alcohol, recreational drinking

Steve fusses with his hair in the side mirror again, tugging awkwardly at his borrowed clothes. He feels stupid, standing here fidgeting in the parking lot like some kind of nervous freshman, but half of Hawkins seems to be here tonight and Robin’s got him dressed like a loser — worn green flannel and a ripped black tee with a faded picture of The Smiths. Jesus. “Did you really have to dress me like this?”

“What? You look cute!”

“I look like I raided Jonathan Byers’ closet.”

“No, you look like someone a certain neighbor is going to be drooling over all night.” Steve’s grateful for the dark then; for the blush it hides on his cheeks. “It’s not my fault you don't know how to make a deal; if you wanted to borrow a specific shirt, you should have said so before we shook on it.”

“Besides,” she ignores him when he rolls his eyes at her, “you wouldn’t even let me smudge eyeliner on your lower lash line like I wanted to, so I really don't feel like you’ve earned complaining privileges.”

“I’ll complain if I fucking want to,” he grumbles under his breath. He runs a hand through his hair one more time, then forces himself to look away from the mirror. Rolls his shoulders back and down. “He’s not even here, anyway.”

“Ah-ha! So you did check.” She links their arms together, starts dragging Steve across the uneven gravel, her ankles wobbling in her low-heeled boots. “‘Just looking for a good parking spot,’ my ass. God, I’m always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct. I should really play the lottery next time I visit my grandparents..."

“Uh huh.” He’s not sure what luck and correctness have to do with each other, but sure.

She stumbles over a rock; pushes into his side, grinning, “I’m serious! I’ll play the lottery, and I’ll win big, and then you’ll see. Might even split my winnings with you if you’re nice to me.”

“I’m literally so nice to you all the time, but okay. Can’t wait to take half your earnings when you get ten bucks off a scratcher.”

“Hey, five bucks is five bucks! That’s like an hour and a half of our lives.”

Jesus Christ. “That’s just depressing.”

They walk arm and arm down the narrow footpath to the party — ferns brushing their calves, dry dirt beneath their shoes kicking up tiny clouds of dust — and as the path opens up Steve sees the place is packed. More packed than the overstuffed parking lot let on. There are people scattered over the picnic grounds in groups of fours and fives, a full dance floor under the main pavilion; a DJ set up at the front with food and drink stands to the side; a giant bowl of spiked punch; a tower of solo cups; a couple of coolers filled with beer.

In the surrounding grass he sees more tables, more people. A couple of guys he remembers from swim team rally around an arm wrestling match; another group plays beer pong on a brown fold-up table that they definitely stole from someone’s church. There's a circle of burnouts playing hacky sack behind a tree.

The bonfire burns brightly on the hillside in the distance, and beyond that he spots the faint glow of trail lights leading up to a bridge under the falls.

Part of him wants to follow the trail. Shake Robin off, pretend like he’s going to take a leak. Find a nice rocky overhang to camp under for a while.

Listen to river sounds. Gentle slosh; cricket buzz.

Maybe he gets drunk up there alone. Maybe he just enjoys the solitude; lies on a rock on his belly by the icy river’s edge, swirls his hand in frigid water and doesn't dream of dark brown curls.

“Steve?” Robin nudges him. “You good?”

Another, much less annoying part of him reminds him that he’s Steve Goddamn Harrington. He knows how to have a good time at a party.

Who cares if he feels too old to be here, or if it’s weird to see so many faces that used to call him Captain or King? Who cares that he's one smudge of eyeliner away from looking like a full-blown new wave art freak?

He’s not about to slink off to do depressed weirdo wallflower shit when the DJ’s playing Wham!

“Yeah.” He squeezes her shoulder. “You want a drink?”

“Yes, please.”

—

The drinks are strong.

Steve’s pretty sure the punch bowl is a lot more hunch than punch, but there’s still no sign of Vickie, and Robin’s getting that sad little stress wrinkle between her brows about it, so Steve says bottoms up and starts chugging.

They wince their way through two cups each. Robin plugs her nose on the second one like she’s about to do a high dive, and Steve laughs and takes her hand, leading her into the crowd just as Take on Me comes on. The lights all blur together as they shimmy and shake and twirl, moving like a couple of dorks, but Steve’s having a great time. Bobbing his head to the beat; a big, dumb grin on his face as he moves his hips. Robin shouts “Watch this!” over the music, and the next thing he knows they’re competing to see who can bust the worst dance move.

He brings out all the big guns, the full-groan dad maneuvers.

The sprinkler, the lawn mower, the fucking disco finger.

Robin answers with a sloppy attempt at the robot, so he makes up a new move he calls be kind, rewind, and she laughs like a horse and pretends to walk down a flight of stairs.

She’s crouched into a goofy lunge, two steps into the ascent back up, when the song fades out and a ballad takes over. The crowd presses in to slow dance; Robin steps on someone's toes.

“Hey, watch it!” the person hisses.

Robin startles hard; knocks herself off-balance when she tries to stand up straight, babbling, "Oh, my god, I'm so sorry! Are you- are you okay? I'm such a klutz, oh, my god, I'm—"

Steve snatches her up under the armpits; puts her back on her feet. Then he looks up and realizes who exactly she just stepped on.

Well, shit.

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part 24

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3minsover · 1 month

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late night:early start

City commuter Steve has to get the first train at 5:30am, already suited and preened for the day even at the early hour. He ends up in the same carriage as a clearly tired, scruffy-looking guy who lays his guitar case down across two seats about three rows away from Steve before slumping into one himself, one that faces Steve.

Despite the guy’s bedraggled appearance, and the smudges of eyeliner that are still clinging to his waterline, Steve is entranced. He can’t help but follow the long line of the guy’s arms under the sleeves of his jacket, down to the flex and curl of his fingers as they drum out a rhythm on the little table in front of him. The man seems to sense Steve’s curious eyes on him and glances up, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide, bleary brown eyes and a half-smile. He scratches at the skin behind his ear, just beneath where a mess of curls is twisted into a lazy bun.

“Late night?” Steve finds himself asking unprompted. He’s not one to talk to strangers, but there’s something compelling, intriguing about the inked etchings peaking out of the guy’s sleeve cuffs, the silver stud in his nose, the heavy boots at the end of long, stretched out legs. He’s so very different from the crisp and fresh-pressed suits at the firm, and even though it isn’t even 6am yet, Steve suddenly feels wide awake.

“Uh, yeah,” the guy answers sheepishly, his voice rough with evident disuse - or overuse. perhaps both. “Would you believe I missed the last train yesterday night?”

“Ah, trains are tricky like that. You don’t live around here then?” It’s a presumptuous question, but one that Steve’s instincts tell him to ask.

“I look like that much of a city rat, huh?” The man chuckles, and Steve’s heartbeat ticks up.

“Hah- You don’t- You don’t look like a lot of the people I see around town, is all I’m saying. and that’s not a bad thing, if I’m being totally honest.” Steve can feel his cheeks heating, and for a moment the rumble of the train is the only sound.

“Okay, good. I’ll take that,” the guy says, brows pinching a little. “You uh, you goin’ into the city then I'm guessing?”

“Yeah, it’s a shitty gig having to come all this way, but at least I haven’t had to sell my kidney to cover rent.”

“I don’t think they’d take my kidney if I offered,” the guy smiles, and Steve barks out a laugh that’s too loud for the empty carriage and the earliness. The guy shifts in his seat, and Steve instinctively leans forward, wanting really to move the few rows forward until he’s close enough to see the early morning light dance and glint in those big, dark eyes.

“That have anything to do with while you were stranded?” Steve asks, gesturing to the guitar case.

“Yup. got me in all kinds of trouble, she has. Gig finished late, couldn’t get a cab, welcome to hotel train-station-waiting-room.”

Steve manages to chuckle more softly this time, his gaze catching on the twitch of the guy’s lips as he stifles a yawn.

“Hey, if you wanted to- You could take a nap, I’ll watch your stuff. Make sure no one steals it, or whatever.”

The man blinks at him in surprise, lashes fluttering where his lids are heavy.

“That’d- Shit, that’d be awesome, man. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Let me just-” And so Steve’s more daring thoughts win out. He plucks up his briefcase from the seat next to him and hurries the short distance to the cluster of seats on the opposite side of the aisle from his new charge. “There. Now I got a clear line of sight.”

“I’ve never felt safer,” the guy jokes, and pulls the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head, tucking his chin into his shoulder and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, shit sorry, um. When should I wake you?”

“Whenever you’re getting off, big boy,” the guy shoots back without raising his head, and Steve can just about make out the curve of his lips and the dimple that sits in the corner of his cheek. He can feel his own cheeks warming at the guy’s words, and Steve’s glad there’s no one around to see. He lets himself watch this pretty stranger under the pretence that he’s keeping an eye on his guitar, and the hour and a half slides by almost unnoticed.

The carriage is a little busier but still quiet when Steve’s stop rolls around. The man hasn’t moved since he nodded off, and it almost breaks Steve’s heart to wake him. Carefully, Steve stands and leans down, wrapping his fingers around the man’s shoulder and shaking lightly.

“Hey, buddy, I gotta get off.”

The guy’s eyes blink open, wide and unfocused and so lovely, before they swivel up to meet Steve’s own. His chin tips upward and his lips curve in a smile, and something in Steve begs closer closer closer, but instead he just clears his throat and rights himself.

“Thank you, dude. Even that was way better than a wooden goddamn bench.” The guy bends his arms and stretches, and Steve doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“I’m- I’m steve, by the way,” he announces suddenly, making a step towards the carriage doors, despite how reluctant he is to move away from his stranger.

“Hey, Steve,” the guy replies, hauling himself upright - how coincidental that they’re off at the same, second-to-last stop. The train draws to a halt, and the guy stumbles forward just a fraction, still off-balance with new consciousness. Suddenly, they’re face to face. Or more they’re nose to chin, because this man has a good four inches on Steve. It’s all Steve can do not to lean up and kiss his pretty lips right here and now. “Name’s Eddie.”

And it feels right. It fits.

Steve doesn’t know how or why, but everything about this man fits; feels right.

“Good to meet you, Eddie,” Steve says, a little breathless. “Hey, if you’re ever down my way again, how about I give you a better place to sleep than a waiting room bench.” And Steve knows it’s a bit of a pretentious thing to do, but he slips a business card out of his wallet and tucks it into the breast pocket of Eddie’s jacket. He pats it once and pivots away, can’t bear the thought that he’s misread the electricity between them. He rushes through the doors and slips into the stream of morning bodies, leaving the perfect newness of his pretty stranger back in that carriage. but that evening, Steve’s phone buzzes with a text from an unsaved number.

It simply reads:

thanks again for being my lookout. if the offer’s still on the table, how about friday night?

#steddie #steddie au #steve harrington x eddie munson #originally posted on twitter #3minsover

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ouchmyheart22 · 7 months

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Hii pretty please something with buggy flirting w reader either with or without a body and at first it's just some off handed comment but reader thinks he's so hot so they get a little 😳👉👈 so he flirts with her more and more and gets increasingly suggestive just to see her squirm<3

Absolutely my love - hope this is what you wanted <3

Request for Buggy x Reader (OPLA Buggy the Clown)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warning: mentions of sex.

He leaned against his chair with such ease and nonchalance, his legs spread wide, one hand on his thigh, the other gripping the whiskey glass. His chin was darkened by stubble, his red lipstick was faded, smudging the crystal glass in his gloved hand.

You tried to focus on pouring the next customers drink but it was no use, your eyes kept trailing towards the corner of the bar, where Buggy and his crew had settled for the night.

Settled, they were anything but settled. Rowdy and increasingly loud, your boss seemed to tolerate the pirates for the business.

You hadn’t even spoke to him. Cabaji had ordered a bottle of whiskey for the captain, while Buggy had made himself comfortable at the head of the table. Perfectly in your eyeline, which you couldn’t tell was a good thing or bad thing.

He shrugged off his coat, revealing his toned arms, veins prominent in his forearms, a hazy blue colour under the fluorescents of the bar.. Definitely a bad thing you decided.

You turned away from the Buggy pirates, in an attempt to distract yourself. You tried to focus on drying the glass in your hands, ignoring the sound of laughter from behind you.

They were all intimidating, sure, they were pirates after all, but there was something about the captain that made your mouth dry, your muscles tense up. His air of confidence and familiarity, as he walked into the bar for the first time, commanding the space. Power.

You wondered what is felt like to have that power.

‘A pint of Red Herring and another bottle of Davy Jones whiskey sweetheart’

You’d been listening to his voice all night. Telling stories to his crew about a straw hat pirates and his friends, how he had successfully infiltrated their crew, and defeated Arlong single handed.

It was a husky tone, mischievous and teasing, he seemed to always be biting back a laugh.

You almost dropped the beer glass in your hands as you turned to him, your eyes wide and innocent.

His palms were flush against the bar, his arms stretched, flexing as he bent them to rest on the counter.

Your mouth opened and closed, suddenly full of sand as your tongue refused to form any words.

He grinned, his red lipstick stretching up his cheeks with amusement.

‘Well hello there Bambi’ the words tumbled from his lips before he even thought.

You blinked, not doing much for the impression.

God Buggy thought, you were a nice change. Young and beautiful, radiating the type of innocence someone at sea had long lost. Your doe eyes were big and expressive, he relished the feeling of your gaze on him. Your lips rested in a little pout, pink and plush as you nodded at him in response.

Buggy started to grind his teeth. Your bottom lip would be better suited between his teeth he thought.

You smiled, polite and shy, clearly too nervous to reply to the captain. For fear your voice would betray you, and come out stuttering and broken.

He leaned further onto the bar as you pulled the tap for the red ale, filling a pint for him.

He watched your small hands, grip the beer tap with ease, your fingers wrapped around the handle. God he wondered what those fingers would feel like wrapped around his-‘

‘I’ll just go take the whiskey from the back’

You finally spoke, your voice sickly sweet to him. It was soft, patient even, though he assumed you must have a lot of patience to be dealing with drunkards all day long.

He nodded, grinning at you, his eyes darkened.

‘I’m sure you love taking things from the back sweets’

Your entire face seemed to fill with colour, your cheeks volcanic hot as you stared at the clown. Had you heard that right? Did he actually just say that ? To you?

He laughed, jutting his chin towards to door wordlessly. As if to say go on, go ahead. You give a small nod, fiddling with your hands as you pushing open the storage room with your shoulder.

A breath escapes you, one you didn't know you had been holding.

God you must have looked so dumb. So naive. What must he be thinking of you? He wasn't thinking of you probably, had probably forgotten what you'd looked like by now.

You cursed yourself as you slid open the glass cabinet that held the top shelf spirits, ironically on the bottom shelf, gripping the Davy Jones bottle carefully.

Turning back towards the door, you allowed yourself a deep breath. Your hands were shaking with anxiety, aching from the adrenaline rush. God you were so reactive, too reactive for your liking. Letting on just how inexperienced you were.

If any other man had spoken to you like that you probably would have rolled your eyes, mentally gagging. But it seemed the attention the clown was giving you was making you squirm.

Gripping the door handle, you held the whiskey close to your chest, easing the blush that had spread down your neck. You allowed another deep breath before you pulled the door open with a small tug.

He had appeared at the door like a shadow, blocking the light from the bar outside the small storage room. His hat allowed a small bit of light to peak over the brim, but his entire form was now darkened, his eyes fell on you expectedly.

You resisted the urge to gulp.

‘Need a hand princess?’

He had popped his right hand off, floating towards you, he wigged his finger in front of your nose.

‘I-I got it’ you answered, weakly holding up the whiskey. You looked at the hand, and then at Buggy, who winked, clicking his tongue for emphasis.

He hummed, taking the bottle from your hand with his detached glove. It attached itself back to his forearm with a satisfying thunk.

Licking his lips, he replied.

‘I just got a craving for something sweet’ he decided

You blinked. Catching yourself with wide eyes again, you forced your eyes shut for a second, playing with your apron you responded.

‘Um.. okay' that was all you could get out at first, before your forced your customer service training to kick in 'What would you like?’

His eyes darkened, his chin dropping to stair at you better. He was an attractive man, even with the makeup, even in the dim lighting, even with the nose.

‘I’d like you. On the rocks. With a lemon slice’ his voice was teasing and rough, an interesting combination that sounded so perfect in your ears.

‘But I’ll settle for a cocktail sweetheart’ he finished, his wolfish grin subdued by a satisfied smirk.

You nodded, weakly, you felt like your body was rusted, in desperate need of oiling.

‘Any preference?’ You didn’t stutter this time but your voice was still smaller than usual. You cringed, you sounded pathetic.

‘I’m sure you’d know what I like sweets’ he shrugged, he cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down ‘You seem very attentive’

You nodded.

That was all you seemed to be able to do around him. He seemed amused, highly satisfied he had mustered such a reaction. Like a cat playing with a mouse he'd caught, dragging you back by your tail each time you slipped away.

He turned to allow you to pass him, though remained in the doorway so you could not avoid his gaze.

As you stepped out of the supply cupboard he bent down, his long blue hair swinging from his hat, a smile plastered on his red lips.

‘Not too sweet though, I don’t want to ruin my appetite’

He chomped down on his teeth, making a satisfying click sound, allowing his eyes to trail down your figure again. His eyes seemed to burn holes into your back as you cross the bar, away from him to start the drink.

By the time he had sauntered back to sit in front of you, your hands had stopped shaking and you were cutting lemon.

He watches you make the cocktail like a lion, watching an injured gazelle stumble, his eyes trained on your every move. You meet his eyes once, they're sea green, bold and piercing. He chuckles as you jerk your head back towards the glass.

‘Pretty’ he comments, his gloved hands are spread out on the counter, so much bigger than your own. You've never liked feeling small, but suddenly you feel just fine about it.

‘Hmm?’ Your head pops up from the cocktail glass, the small shot glass still in your hand. Did he just call you-

His lips turn up again, satisfied with your reaction. He holds your gaze, though you desperately hope the clown breaks the eye contact first. Though that seemed unlikely

‘The cocktail’ he allows his gaze to fall to the pink, frothing liquid below you.

Of course he meant the cocktail.

You place the tall tulip glass in front of him, placing the small red flower as garnish, you finally allow your shoulders to loosen.

He looks to you. Then looks at the cocktail. Then back to you.

This time, you are very aware you are holding your breath. Your hands are clasped behind your back, in an attempt to stretch your shoulders.

He takes a long sip, his eyes never leaving yours.

This feels too intimate for the setting, especially when you see Buggy swallow and his adams apple bobs. You think you might go insane, you want to scream at the clown.

‘Taste okay?’ you manage, forcing a small smile as he rests the glass on the counter.

He shrugs, crossing his arms, leaning closer to your side of the bar.

You look disappointed, like a kicked puppy, but only for a second, as you put on a brave face and open your mouth to offer him an alternative.

Buggy grins, wider than he has the whole night. Watching you squirm has certainly granted him with great entertainment, the best show he's watched in a long time.

He grabs the pint and the whiskey bottle, cackling as he turns away from the bar, leaving you bright red and shifting on your feet.

'You look like you'd taste a lot better sweetheart'

#request #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy smut #buggy pirates #captain buggy #buggy the genius jester #one piece #buggy #one piece live action #opla x reader #opla buggy #one piece buggy #oneshot #buggy oneshot #buggy fanfiction

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currentfications · 6 months

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Ocean Eyes | Part 5

Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader

Synopsis: Friends visited you at your side hustle

Warning: Swearing, Alcohol, Flirting, Suggestive?

AN: I’m finally no longer (as) sick~ Please enjoy this chapter written definitely not when I’m delirious. Thank you all again for reading ^_^

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You pulled up to the club right around dusk, eyeing the still-empty streets. Soon the place would be crawling with party goers and drunken crowd, but for the time being, a moment of calm before the storm. “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” the manager of the AMON welcomed you in warmly. “We didn’t even know who was able to fill in until you called. I was worried I’ll have to let my nephew sub in…” the man in suit and sleeked back hair trailed off as he darted his eyes towards one of the bartender, who looked suspiciously like he’s been drinking the stock.

You chuckled, “thanks for giving me the stage, I’ve been cooped up the the studio for too long - it’s good to get some fresh air.” Tying your hair up into a low pony tail, you unpacked your mixer and hooked your equipment onto the speakers skilfully while the manager frantically updated their DJ roster of the night on their social media. Noticing the frantic scramble, you squatted down to the manager beneath and sighed, “relax mate, it’s a Friday night.” You’re not sure if he’s just naturally skittish or was it because of the last minute changes. Nevertheless, you comforted the man who looks like he’s on the brink of tears, “I got the jams, you got the juice. It’ll be lit.”

Turning a few dials, you started the night off with some 90’s R&B, the swinging jams served as your inauguration into South Korean music scene. You took a quick selfie to commemorate the moment, tagging the anxiety ridden manager behind you and the club with in a short caption.

“Any drinks?” The manager quickly stopped by for one last check before the rush begun.

You nodded, “do you have Maraschino cherries? Two jars of those.” He gave you a funny look for the unconventional request, but needed the sugar - plus it’s not like you were going to accept alcohol or opened drinks from strangers in an unfamiliar setting. You thanked him as you accepted the two jars, checking that the seal was intact before popping a couple into your mouth.

Throughout the next few hours, you subtly increased the amount of bass and energy to your song mixes as more patrons flooded in. A few regulars have noticed that you’re not the intended DJ of the night, but we’re all pleasantly surprised by your set list, thoroughly enjoying themselves as the music and booze flows through them.

“Y/N I LOVE YOUUUUU!!” An excited scream pierced through the roaring party-goers, you lifted your protective ear muffs to see Latrice and a few other familiar faces in the crowd. You excitedly waved back, texting her the time for when your set finishes. She nodded and flashed two thumbs up at you, before turning and leading a small horde behind her towards the bar. You squinted to get a better look at the group, but the flashing lights (and your lack of glasses) proved the task to be difficult.

You tucked a lose strand of blue hair behind your ears, returning your focus to the last hour of your set. Feeding off the crowd’s energy and getting a grasp of the general population’s music taste, the drunken party-goers were all a little disappointed when you eventually handed over to the next DJ.

Leaving the bulk of your equipment on the stage, you pulled off your bulky sweatpants, leaving a minidress behind (a very handy life hack you learned from Ling: spaghetti strapped minidresses works great under sweatpants as a tank-top-when-working and skimpy-when-partying combo). Quickly reapplying a deep marron lipstick and smudging your eyeliner, you hopped off the stage to join the girls.

“Hey mama,” you tapped your best friend at her shoulder, “thank you for coming.”

Latrice snickered and handed you a drink, “of course I had to be here for your DJ virginity in Korea! It’s monumental.” The brunette paused for a moment and waited for you to take a few more sips before opening her mouth again, “there are a few others here, be nice.”

You nodded, curious to know who tagged along. Squinting at the faces, you started to regret that whole ‘you don’t need to see music to hear music’ logic you had when you decided to not put your contacts in earlier today.

Ling, ever the party animal, was the first to jumped into your arms. “God you look a-mazing,” she chirped, “that was a such a good set!”

You spotted the rest of the Jam Republic members and waved at them over the loud music, before landing your eyes on an all too familiar dancer.

“Hey lovely,” you greeted, leaning towards her over the thumping beat. “New hair colour?” Noticing her now grey streaks, you instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair a little. She’s dressed in her usual street wear attire, an oversized hoodie and a light washed jeans effortlessly bringing out her undeniable charisma.

Bada nodded, her mouth gaping slightly open noticing what you were wearing up close. Ling’s words don’t even begin to justify the sight of you. The little laced minidress hugged your figure, a few dozens of inked work decorating your legs and thighs; as you towered over her, she accidentally glanced down your bosom before quickly looked away, finding interest in the bottom of her drink.

Flirting in a loud environment is generally not your thing, but as you were about to attempt, another dancer caught your eyes and your face dropped. Bada chuckled as Latrice immediately stepped between you and the Mannequeen member.

“We are going dancing,” Latrice lead you away by the shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in forever since they handed you the keys,” the brunette complained as she pulled you towards the dance floor.

“And who’s fault was it?” You taunted, glaring at the direction of said fault, earning an eye roll from your friend.

“I said to be nice, didn’t I?” Latrice snickered, reminding you to act civil.

You rolled your eyes right back at her, mirroring the childish behaviour. “I was wondering why you needed me to be nice with Kirsten and Ling.”

Latrice laughed and finished her drink, you quickly finishing up yours to join her dancing. You’re of course no match to the professional dancer, however as a frequent member to the Latin clubs and an occasional Barcadi dancer, you can still hold your own in a club setting (and especially when substances are involved).

Tonight was an eventful night for Bada, as she watched your set for the first time, gawked at you in that skimpy little dress, and now shocked by the way you’re shaking ass and grinding up against Latrice. A odd feeling stirred up in her, and she couldn’t quite distinct if it was intoxication or jealousy.

Noticing the tall dancer’s lingering stare, Redlic inched closer towards the choreographer and proposed a strategy. “I say we both go get our girl back,” the shorter dancer suggested, her eyeing the brunette with the wide smile.

“I’m in,” Bada nodded with resolve, not liking the sinking feeling in her guts.

Taking a deep breath, Redlic took the lead and swooped in for the Queenslander. “Baby can we have this dance?” The platinum blonde dancer poured, batting her eyelashes at a beaming Latrice.

You feigned gagged at the sight, gently shoving Latrice towards her date, jokingly mouthing ‘traitor’ as they walked away.

“Can I have this dance?” Bada asked from behind you.

A smile tugged on the corner on your lips as you turned around, “collaborators, you two.”

Bada mockingly acted shock as she told you “Your accusation would have repercussions,” before challenging you to a dance off.

You took her hands and placed them around your neck before you lean forward to whisper in her ears, “challenge accepted.” You looked down at her in the flashing club lightning, and you could’ve swear you saw her flushing red. Chuckling at the effect you had on the famous choreographer, you teasingly wiggled your hips at her to the best of the music.

She bit her flushed lips unconsciously, gulping hard as she look at at you through her long lashes. When you did that little twerk, the devil on Bada’s shoulder won and she gently tugged on the nape of your hair with a firm grip. Your eyes widen in surprise as a mischievous smile took over Bada’s plump lips.

Bada’s face was inches away from your neck, and you can feel her warm breath on you as her breathing quickened. You locked gaze with the dancer as you wrapped your arms around her back. For a moment there the pounding music faded away, as you two contemplated if it was the lust or alcohol pulsing through your veins.

The tightening of her grip around your neck was a sign for you - as your grip on her hips was for her. You closed the distance between the two of you, and your lips met in a flurry of drunken daze and thirst-filled trance. Her lips supple as yours soft, you both eagerly indulged in the heated kiss. You felt a smirk forming on her lips before she muttered, “toilet?”

Tag list: @bada-lee-ily @lil-elliesgf @rubywonu @wiselight

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #fanfic #swf2 #swf2 x reader

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hypnoneghoul · 2 months

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okay i know this is not a pairing you write/draw normally

but like… pretty mountain in… idk… rain‘s pretty clothes? hed look so pretty right? those long legs in tight pants or even short skirts… mountain is circling my brain since yesterday. some eyeshadow and eyeliner to make his eyes pop… yknow?

ohhh I for sure love me some good mountrain from time to time. also tagging @forlorn-crows cause i know u love them always heheh

760 words, feminization but not forced, babygirl mountain and sir rain, blow job but fade to black?

He couldn’t stop staring. Never could, Mountain too captivating of a sight, the heat in Rain’s gut made only hotter by the fact that clothes hugging the earth ghoul’s body were his. Mountain knew exactly what he was doing, having a specific goal in mind. Each and every one of his packmates had their own way of taking someone out of their head and this time he craved Rain’s personal brand. And after all these years together, he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Mountain had taken a long shower, shaving nearly his whole body, covering himself in a floral scented lotion, making his skin soft and shimmering. He’d used a dark eyeliner on the lashlines of his eyes, adding a bit of black but sparkly eyeshadow to blend it out, and topping it with a mascara. The one he’d known would leave pretty streaks on his cheeks when he’d start crying. He’d finished the look with a deep red lipstick, one that smudges.

Like that—body wrapped in a fluffy robe, hiding the lingerie he’d also put on—he’d slinked into Rain’s bedroom, diving into his closet for one specific dress. Once he got it and put it on, Mountain laid himself out on the water ghoul’s bed, knowing that he should walk into it just–

“Mounty? What– Oh,” Rain stumbled over his words, taking in the image of the ghoul all dolled up and waiting for him. He cleared his throat, getting over the initial surprise, and went right to it. “I see my good girl has decided to pay me a visit, hm?”

Mountain didn’t speak, only blushing at Rain’s words even though he had expected them. Wanted them.

“Yeah, she has,” the water ghoul smirked, stalking closer. “What do you need from me today, sweet girl?”

“Wanna– I wanna suck your cock,” the earth ghoul mumbled, shy all of a sudden. His eyes flashed, as if remembering something. “S– sir.”

“Good girl,” Rain praised and crawled over him on the bed, trapping Mountain’s much bigger form under him. It was truly amazing how Rain could make him feel so small and delicate. The water ghoul leaned down to drag his nose up Mountain’s neck, inhaling deeply his sweet scent.

“You’ll get it, baby,” he whispered into his ear before pulling away. “All dolled up and pretty for me. I bet you’re hiding something real nice under that dress of mine, too, yeah?”

Mountain nodded, swallowing thickly. He looked up at Rain through his lashes, accentuated by the mascara, and the water ghoul felt his rapidly chubbing up cock kick. He placed a hand just over the other’s knee and started slowly dragging it upwards, smirking at him shivering.

Soon enough he found delicate lace stretching over Mountain’s cock, damp already. “There it is. I’ll play with it later, but first…”

Rain straightened up, smiling at the earth ghoul’s blissed out expression, his pretty face, eyes as big as ever with the makeup, and his lips, all red and full. Rain opened his pants, just enough to pull out his dick, sighing as he loosely wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Mountain saw it, he started salivating, needing the water ghoul to shove his perfect cock into his mouth and down his throat.

Yet all Rain did was stroke himself slowly, up and down, twisting his hand at the head and letting out a soft sigh fall from his lips.

Mountain was hungry. “Sir, please.”

“Don’t you worry, babygirl. Just getting it all nice and hard for you.” With that he scooted forward, coming to straddle the earth ghoul’s chest instead of his legs. Mountain went cross eyed, not being able to look away from the cock just in front of his face, yet so far.

Rain cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over his cheekbone and Mountain barely managed to not lean into the touch with a purr. Instead, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as both an invitation and a plea.

The water ghoul obliged, closing that last tiny bit of distance and laying the head of his cock on Mountain’s pink tongue. He moaned immediately when the taste of Rain’s pre hit him, eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against his need to swallow the whole shaft down right away.

“There we go, my good girl, so patient,” Rain cooed over him, running his fingers through the shiny auburn strands. “You’ve earned it, you can choke on it if you so wish.”

And, oh, did Mountain wish.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul

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nicksnosering · 2 months

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I Hate Myself For Loving You Pt. 3

PT 1 PT 2

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The night air was cool and biting against the wetness trailing down my inner thighs, and I marveled in the freedom I felt from such an uncharacteristically bold move I’d made.

My phone buzzed in my purse, and I let it ring out three times before finally picking up on the fourth call.

I didn’t get the chance to say hello before I heard him yelling in my ear.

“What the fuck? You’re actually fucking kidding me. My brother? You’re disgusting. You’re actually the most despicable human being alive—“

He kept going for another few minutes until I heard the sound of him breathing angrily into the phone, signaling he was done.

“Alright, Chris. I’ll level with you. Yeah, maybe me hooking up with your brother wasn’t exactly the nicest thing I could’ve done, but you and I both know you’re not stupid enough to be confused about why I did it.”

My heels clicked against the sidewalk as I walked, punctuating my sentence for me. I’d never felt so liberated, so free, so—

“I hope it was worth it considering I’m never going to touch you again.”

My heart fell to my stomach.

Of course I’d wanted to make him mad. I’d wanted to see him seething, undeniably jealous and unable to hold back from admitting it any longer. He loved me the way I loved him, I know he did. Does.

With the alcohol still coursing through my system, my mouth opened before my brain could catch up, my words coming out far bolder than they’d usually be.

“I’d never want you to touch me again.”

He scoffed. “I’ll level with you,” he sneered, throwing my words back in my face. “Your slutty little ass can’t stay away for longer than a day, maybe two if you’re feeling especially bitchy right now. I need you to listen to me, because I’m only saying this once. I’m not coming back this time. When you call me crying because you realize how badly you fucked up, I can promise you I won’t pick up. So you better pray to God it was worth it, because I am not going to fuck you. Ever. Again.”

A laugh bubbled up out of my throat, my head swimming slightly as his words only really half sunk in. My eyes rolled and I shook my head as a grin crept its way onto my face.

“See you soon, Chris.”

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Once I was inside my front door, I kicked off my heels and headed straight for bed, not bothering to get out of my dress or take off my makeup. Tonight was exhausting, and I could already feel the headache starting to come on, signaling a raging hangover in the morning.

I’d almost been asleep when my phone started buzzing again. My heart lurched, shocked that he’d given up so quickly and was already reaching back out.

Except it wasn’t him.

“Hello?” I said, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Hey,” Matt breathed out. “I just wanted to make sure you got home okay. I couldn’t find you anywhere when I went back downstairs, so I assume you and your friends must’ve left.”

I smiled softly and warmth spread throughout my body. “Yeah, I’m home. Thank you for checking, that’s really sweet of you. Did you make it back okay?”

“Yeah, walking through my front door now. I’m sorry again about Chris, he’s not usually that…”

“Intense?” I supplied.

“We’ll go with that. Anyway, I just wanted to call and check in on you. I also wanted to say that I had a great time tonight, and I’d love to see you again if you’re up for it.”

The gears in my mind started turning, still feeling half-tipsy and fully spiteful. “Actually, I’m off work tomorrow, and I’ll probably be up for a few more hours anyway. You’re welcome to come over and continue the party here.”

“Oh,” he said, an air of surprise to his tone. “Um, yeah. That sounds good. Text me your address?”

“See you soon.”

I sent over the details and swiftly threw off the covers, climbing out of bed and heading straight for the bathroom. My reflection was rough. There was eyeliner smudged in rings around my eyes, and my hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in days.

When I heard the first knock at the door, I’d managed to wash my face and get my hair under control, swapping my dress for some sweatpants and a tank top in an effort to look sexily indifferent.

I swing the door open to reveal Matt, still dressed in the same clothes he was in at the party. I suppress a grin at the thought of him rushing out of the door after our phone call and step aside to let him in.

“Hey,” he says, a soft smile on his face as he steps through the threshold into my apartment.

“Hey,” I respond.

He follows me into the kitchen, and I pull a bottle of cheap vodka out of the fridge, setting it on the counter as I look for two shot glasses. “Feel like keeping up the buzz?” I call over my shoulder.

“Oh, always.”

I pour us two shots and we both slam them quickly, shivering as the rubbing alcohol taste sets in. “Sorry, I only buy the cheap shit.”

“All good,” he smiles, stacking our empty shot glasses and leaning forward on the countertop. “This is a nice place.”

I glance around at my cheap one-bedroom apartment, taking in the chipping paint on the walls and the out of date shag carpet that’s peeling up at the corners of the living room. I turn back to him with a raised eyebrow. “No it’s not. This place is a shithole.”

He laughs loudly, raising his shoulders in apology. “Sorry, just trying to break the ice and make conversation. It was the first thing that came to mind.”

“Real smooth,” I tease, circling the countertop and coming to stand next to him. “Who says we need conversation?”

He takes my not-so-subtle hint, wrapping his arms around my waist and giving me a gentle smile before leaning in and softly capturing my lips with his own.

Matt could not be more different from his brother. Chris is all rough grabs and harsh teeth and aiming to get to his end goal, whereas Matt is more soft touches and gentle kisses and putting your needs before his own.

I can’t help but wonder if there’s a way to meet in the middle.

His tongue lightly traces over my neck, placing a soft kiss just below my ear before sucking gently, like he’s scared to leave a mark. My fingers come up to wind into his hair, pulling gently and reveling in the low moan he produces before sucking a little harder.

I inhale sharply when he leans back and blows, the cool air sending a rush of goosebumps down my spine. His hand starts slipping lower on my body, finding the waistband of my sweats and pushing inside. His fingers swirl over the crotch of my panties, and he pushes them aside to rub lightly over my clit, the sensation sparking all of my nerve ending and causing me to arch forward into his touch.

“Fuck, Matt,” I whisper as I dip my head and rest it against his shoulder, gripping his bicep to ensure his arm stays in place. He takes it a sign to speed up, fingers brushing exactly where they need to, and I let out a small whine, wrapping my arm around the back of his neck and entangling my hand in the soft hairs there.

“You sound so pretty, baby,” he whispers back, and he slips forward and sinks two fingers into me quickly, pumping them in and out at a slow pace, fingers crooking in the perfect spot with every thrust.

I can hear myself panting and moaning loudly as he works, and I look up and make eye contact, taken completely aback by his features.

There’s a soft smile on his face and a caring light in his eyes, and he just looks so… soft. Like he gives a fuck how I’m feeling. If this is good for me. It’s overwhelming and devastating all at once, and I can’t stop myself from thinking that this must be how Chris would look if he let down his guard and was fully open with me.

My heart twinges painfully in my chest, and I feel slightly guilty for still comparing the two when I should be solely focused on Matt, but these past five months of emotional torture that Chris has been putting me through are embedded in my brain. I can’t seem to separate the two of them no matter how hard I try.

Another precise curl of his fingers causing me to come soaring back to reality, and I lean in to kiss him again, needing to feel his emotions rather than seeing them. The kiss is sloppy, breaking apart each time I pant or moan again, and he moves to place small kisses on my cheek, on my eyelid, on my forehead.

Just as I feel like I’m about to burst into tears from the sheer kindness of his actions, he pulls out and grabs the back of my thighs, picking me up and placing another small kiss on my lips. “Bedroom?” he asks.

“Through the living room, to the right.”

He caries me through my apartment, pushing open the door with his knee and walking inside before laying me gently on the bed. His hands slide down to the waistband of my sweats again, and he hooks two fingers inside, glancing up at me for confirmation. I nod gently and he slides them off my body along with my underwear before climbing onto the bed with me. He hovers over me and reaches up to remove my shirt, leaving me bare and exposed in front of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, running his hands along my body in a way that’s far from sexual. It’s like he’s trying to take it all in, trying to memorize every curve and dip and the softness of my skin. Like he’s praising me. Worshipping me.

I can’t take it any longer, and I yank his shirt over his head and reach down to tear open the button on his jeans, but his hands come down to stop me. I look up in question, and he laughs a little. “Slow down, sweetheart. We don’t need to rush through this, I want to take my time.”

The air leaves my body at his words, watching in a daze as he slides his pants and boxers off in one fluid motion. He leans back over me, head ducking down and tongue flicking out lightly over my nipple. I shiver and moan slightly as he slides his way down to between my thighs, and immediately sets to work lapping at my clit. His fingers come back up to slide into me and my hand flies down to his hair, gripping it tightly as I arch my back off the bed.

“God, yes. That feels so good,” I whine, digging my heels into the bed and scooting forward, trying to push him further inside me. His fingers begin to scissor slightly, and I feel my legs start to shake, so close to the edge but refusing to let myself fall over it yet. “Matt, please. Please, I need you inside me.”

His head pops up and a grin overtakes his face at my begging, but his fingers continue to work inside of me, twisting and arching and making me fall apart beneath him. He pulls them out and rubs slow, lazy circles over my core, watching me intensely. “You sure?”

“Yes, fuck. Please, Matt,” I say, moving my hand to his shoulder and trying to pull him up. He stays rooted where he is and gives me a wink, maintaining eye contact as he leans down and licks a flat stripe over me again.

It’s almost too much, and I let out a mix of a whine and a whimper, trying to pull back. His hands hook under my thighs, pulling me closer and keeping me firmly where I am. He blows again, the rush of air breezing over my clit and I feel my stomach muscles tense. “Matt,” I whine again.

“Okay, okay.” He relents, pulling himself up to settle over me. I feel his tip pressing against my entrance and he leans down, placing another kiss on my forehead before pushing in slowly. I gasp at the feeling, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist and arching up to try to take him in more. “Slow, baby. I want you to feel it all.”

I can’t even form words at this point, utterly wrecked under him from the anticipation. I feel each slow, excruciating inch push in until he’s settled at the hilt, and he pulls back out just as slow before sliding back in. I’ve never been treated so tenderly, and I feel simultaneously too cold and too hot with the way his gaze trails over my face, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, continuing his gentle pace. “Just like that.”

I finally give in, relaxing my entire body and simply allowing myself to feel. His head drops down to nestle against my neck, switching between light sucking and simply pressing his lips there, and I hear my phone buzz on my nightstand. He doesn’t pay it any mind, and I reach over to find Chris’s contact name lighting it up.

I knew he’d give in.

I ignore the text and opt for calling him instead, discarding my phone back on my nightstand as it rings. I watch the screen go black, signaling he picked up, and wrap my arms around Matt’s neck.

“Fuck, Matt. You feel so good,” I moan.

“You sound so pretty, baby. Keep saying my name,” he responds, picking up speed with his thrusts.

My body arches up into his and I pull his hair slightly, making him groan and dig his fingers into my hips. “Harder, Matt, please,” I choke out, turning to suck a spot onto his neck. The thought of him going home and Chris seeing it fuels me along with his noises, and he starts to pound into me mercilessly.

I’m holding on by a thread, and I can feel his legs shaking, a clear signal that he is too. “Cum for me, Matt,” I moan, and we both unravel together, my high-pitched whining turning into a near scream as he mumbles sweet words into my ear.

“Fuck, yes. God, I could stay here forever,” he says, nipping at my earlobe as we both come down. “Your body is so perfect. You’re so beautiful.”

I lean up and press our lips together, sealing his words into my mouth. We lay intertwined, sweaty and panting, and he rubs light circles over my back as his other hand runs its fingers through my hair. I’ve never felt so content after sex, and it’s a feeling I could quickly get used to.

I lean over to check my phone screen and see the call has ended, as well as six new text messages having come in. I flip it over and cuddle back into Matt, placing light kisses on his torso as we start to drift into sleep together.

Chris can wait.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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jungshookz · 11 months

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jimin's kind of a dickhead & y/n is very close to losing it

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader // dickhead!jimin x TA!y/n

➺ genre; clearly i’m in my university!au era (can u blame me)!! honk honk humour!! do i smell enemies to lovers?? clichés clichés clichés but who around here isn’t a sucker for a good cliché!! let me indulge!!

➺ wordcount; 3.5k

➺ summary; y/n’s a teaching assistant for the summer semester’s english class and she thinks she’d have a much more pleasant time if one of the students wasn’t an obnoxiously-huge-sunglasses-wearing-comes-to-class-fashionably-late park jimin.

➺ what to expect; “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; popular (with playboy carti & madonna) — the weeknd

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you’re not sure if you’ve ever been this nervous for something before.

it’s not that you don’t know how to speak in front of a large crowd or you have stage fright or something like that, but after working your way up and finally landing the position as a TA for your english professor, the fact that you have to speak in front of a big group of students close to your age and have them actually respect you didn’t hit you up until now, ten minutes before class starts

and you feel like you’re about to simultaneously piss your pants and shit a brick at the same time.

you spent nearly forty minutes this morning picking out an outfit because you wanted to wear something that said “i’m professional, but i’m still cool and casual and you can talk to me about anything BUT there’s still a line that you can’t cross with me because i’m the TA and i’m not just one of you guys even though i kind of am one of you guys” and to be honest, there wasn’t a lot in your closet that screamed specifically that

you ended up going with a pair of bootcut jeans and a tank top with a light cardigan over top: professional, but still approachable… at least, you hope that’s the vibe you give off.

“okay, y/n…” you mutter, looking at your reflection in your little compact mirror to make sure your eyeliner isn’t smudging and there are no remnants of your breakfast croissant in your teeth, “‘hi everyone, i’m y/n, i graduated last year but i’m in my first year at our school’s grad program… really excited to get to know everyone this semester! promise i’ll take it easy on you when i’m grading your papers…’” you recite neatly, nodding to yourself in content

that’s a good way to introduce yourself, right?

it’s lighthearted but you’re still reminding all the students that they have to be on their best behaviour and they should be handing in their best work

“god.” you snap your compact shut and slip it back into your purse, leaning back against the wall and reaching up to adjust your glasses

…but what if they think you’re trying too hard to get them to like you?

this feels like you’re about to go out on a first date with eighty people all at the same time

and now that you think about it, you don’t feel like you’re going to shit a brick — you feel like you’re about to shit out an entire house.

“good morning, y/n!”

“professor kim! good morning!” you stand up from the bench when professor kim walks in through the doors, offering him warm smile and straightening your posture a little, “i got here earlier than i’d expected and i wasn’t sure where to go so i thought i’d just meet you at your office, sorry about that…”

professor kim seokjin had been your english professor from second year up to when you graduated, and after you told him that you were planning on continuing your studies and that you’d been accepted into your school’s graduate program, he made the generous offer to take you under his wing as his TA for the summer semester

you took the opportunity, of course, not just because becoming a TA would look really good on your resume, but also because you genuinely enjoy professor kim’s company and his classes are never boring (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that kim seokjin is very nice to look at)

and to be honest, you didn’t have much planned for the summer in the first place so it’d be good to make a little money and get some teaching experience

“what are you sorry for? the early bird catches the worm, you know what they say,” he beams, nodding towards the exit, “are you ready for your first official class as my TA?”

“i am!” you lie, forcing a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside him, “i mean- i’m- i’m a little nervous, but i… it should be fun! and summer classes usually aren’t as big of a size as the fall semester classes, so that’s easing my nerves a bit…”

“don’t worry, you’ll be great! and because this is our first class, you really won’t have to do much. i’m just going over the syllabus and then we’ll move onto a few writing exercises — and you’re right, summer class sizes are much smaller than the ones in the fall semester. there are only 80 students.” professor kim flicks his wrist casually and your eyes widen in surprise

eighty

eighty students

eighty sets of eyeballs staring right at you

you weren’t expecting eighty students — maybe, like twenty at the most

it’s summer!!! why the hell are people going to summer school?!

“eighty!” your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat quickly before letting out a light chuckle, “right! i knew that. eighty.” you adjust your backpack over your shoulder as you trail alongside professor kim, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously

“and all you have to do today is introduce yourself and then walk around the auditorium and tend to any raised hands. honestly, you’re going to be fine. you were a fantastic student and i’m sure you’ll be a fantastic TA.”

“thank you, professor.” you smile shyly, feeling a little more confident knowing that professor kim thinks you’re going to be a fantastic TA

he’s right

you have nothing to worry about

you’re going to be great and this summer semester is going to be even better!

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you can feel your heart thrumming away in your chest as you stand in the corner by the front, keeping a polite smile on your face as the students begin to trickle in and the auditorium starts to fill up

a few of them smile at you and a few of them don’t, which is what you expected so you’re not taking anything personally

(of course, there was a group of students who looked at you and then muttered something to each other and looked back at you, but you’re trying not to hyper-fixate on whatever the hell that was)

((you will hyper-fixate on it in the privacy of your own apartment after class))

you have to admit that during your time as an undergraduate student, you usually never really noticed the TA and you were more focused on finding a spot in the auditorium or finding your friends

so maybe you really don’t need to be as nervous as you are right now!

you force yourself to stop clicking your pen anxiously before shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans, holding your hands in front of you as you continue to smile and say a few quite hi there’s and hello, hi’s as the students walk past you

a few more minutes of settling in goes by and you’re not sure what to do as you stand up at the front, occasionally looking over to see what professor kim’s up to

his back is turned to the students as he busies himself with connecting his laptop to the big screen up front and you would help out but you already offered at the beginning but he said he could handle it so…

“alright, everyone! welcome to english 405… settle down, please… thank you…” professor kim claps his hands together a few times to get everyone’s attention, the voices from the crowd dying out little by little, “thank you so much for being here! i know summer classes aren’t exactly ideal, but i promise our time together won’t feel like a giant drag in the mud.” he smiles, leaning back against the table as he folds his sleeves up to his elbows, “now, i see a few familiar faces in the crowd because i’ve had you in some of my classes last semester, but for those of you who don’t know me, my name is seokjin. you can call me professor kim or just professor if you’d like. you can’t call me seokjin or jin or man or my G or whatever the hell else you people are calling each other nowadays because i worked far too hard for my PhD for a 20-something year old to think it’s okay to come up to me and call me ‘dawg’.”

you can’t help but giggle with the class at professor kim’s introduction as you settle into your seat by the front, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back comfortably (you’re reminded that because you’re at the front and can be perceived by people that you should probably sit properly and not like a boiled shrimp)

“now, to be honest, i don’t have too much planned for our first class together just because it is the first class, so we’ll most likely cover the syllabus, do a few writing exercises to warm up those thinking caps, look over the reading list- that should’ve been emailed to you two weeks before classes started, so if you didn’t get that email, please let me or my lovely TA know-“ professor kim turns towards you with a smile before gesturing to you, “speaking of my lovely TA, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“i-“ before you get the chance to stand up from your seat, the auditorium doors swing open and smack against the walls, causing you to jolt in surprise and for everyone to turn back and look at who the hell is being so disruptive, “i…”

whoever he is has a pair of giant sunglasses on as he trots down the steps, clearly not in a rush, an iced americano in one hand and a laptop tucked underneath his armpit

an oversized black hoodie hangs on his figure along with a pair of ripped jeans, and you can’t help but frown because on one hand, it’s fine to be late if you come in and take a seat in the back quietly (you’ve been late to more than a few lectures because of a missed alarm, but you always try to be as courteous as you can as to not disrupt the class because you’re a decent human being), but practically kicking the door down and then making the auditorium steps your own runway is another thing

“jimin! so nice of you to join us this morning.” professor kim clears his throat, and you watch as this jimin guy takes a seat right in front of where your seat is off to the side, “i was wondering when you were going to show up.”

“what, i’m not late, am i?” jimin checks the time on his watch before taking his sunglasses off, leaning over and tossing it onto your seat, “it’s 9:06, prof.”

“surprised you even showed up at all.” professor kim mutters under his breath before reaching over to gently tap you on the shoulder, “sorry about that- please, go ahead and introduce yourself now that all of us, hopefully, are here.”

“i, uh- yes, thank you, professor-“ you clear your throat with a polite smile, turning back to face the front even though you find your eyes flickering over to glance at jimin, “i’m y/n and i’m super excited to get to know all of you this semester! i graduated last year but i’m in my first year of our school’s graduate program. and i’ll promise to be nice when i’m grading your papers if you promise that you won’t hand in any bad papers.” you try to bite back the shit-eating grin on your face when that gets a laugh from the audience and you press your lips together (jimin, you notice, hasn’t even cracked a smile), taking a small step back before turning to look at professor kim for your next move

“yes, y/n will be the one who’ll hand your papers back to you and she’ll be the one who deals with your ‘can you bump my 65 up to a 98’ requests, so please be nice to her…” the class laughs again and you’re reminded of why you loved being in professor kim’s classes so much, because he’s such a charmer! “does anyone have any questions for y/n?”

“not a question, just an observation-” jimin chimes in, leaning back against the seats as he runs a hand through his hair, “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

“i- well, sorry to disappoint, but i am a TA.” you chuckle lightly, eyes narrowing slightly, “and i can assure you i know what i’m doing.”

“alright, we’ll see about that.” jimin raises both hands in defence and you can’t help but feel your eye twitch at how much of an asshole he’s being despite literally not knowing you at all

“by the way, class starts at 9, not 9:06.” you force a smile on your face, “not a question, just an observation.” you hear a couple of ‘oh, shit’s’ and low ‘oooooh’s’ from the crowd and you have to remind yourself to keep it professional because the last thing you want is to look like you’re bullying the students in front of professor kim

jimin’s jaw ticks as he shifts in his seat, “right, thanks. i’ll keep that in mind.”

“alright. we’ll see about that.” you shove his own words right back into his face again before turning to look back at the class, your smile softening significantly

“if there are no other questions or observations for y/n, let’s get started!” professor kim jumps in before anyone else gets the chance to say anything and you can’t help but feel a little bit of relief because one more second and you probably would’ve said something out of pocket like how massive jimin’s sunglasses are and how it makes him look as though one of santa’s elves escaped from the north pole and decided to go all wannabe emo, “now, i hate technology so i’ve printed the syllabuses out which will be handed out to you by y/n…”

you immediately snap into TA mode, turning around to pick the stack of syllabuses up from the table and cradling them to your chest, splitting them into sections so you can hand them out to the students at the end of the rows for them to hand them down the line

for the most part, everyone seems very nice and well-behaved, and you get a few compliments on your cardigan or your earrings or your glasses as you continue to hand the papers out (you’re pretty sure it’s because everyone’s trying to get on your good side so that when they beg you to change their grade on a paper you will, but you’re not that easy to bribe) but you find the smile fading on your face as you walk down the steps only to see jimin with an arm raised lazily in the air

the rings on his fingers twinkle slightly under the bright auditorium lights and you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands are

…they would be prettier if he wasn’t such a jackass

“jimin! how can i help you?” you press your lips together, resisting the urge to pretend like you never saw his arm and just keep walking

“could i get another one?” jimin asks, raising the copy of the syllabus he has to show you, “the staple on this one is weirdly wonky.”

“is that so? so sorry about that, i can get you another one if you can just give me a sec…” you decide to play nice considering the fact there’s always a TA evaluation at the end of each semester and you don’t know jimin but he seems like the type to completely rip someone apart in an anonymous evaluation

“i’m guessing you stapled them?”

“i did.” you nod, making your way over to your bag before bending over to dig through it for your spare copies

“hm.” jimin tilts his head slightly as his gaze drops to your ass, “makes sense.”

to be perfectly honest, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the wonky staple on his syllabus

he just didn’t like that dig you made at him about being six minutes late (six minutes isn’t even that big of a deal, you’re so obviously a teacher’s pet and he hates eager little teacher’s pets) so now he’s made it his mission to make this class a big ol’ nightmare for you for the rest of the semester

and sure, he can admit that you’re actually pretty attractive and he could see himself hitting on you if he met you at a bar or a club or something, but you’re his TA and you’re a stickler for rules so that kind of kills the vibe

…well, that’s not entirely true

there’s something about you being his TA that’s making his stomach swirl and he can’t really blame himself when his brain conjures up the image of him bending you over your desk as a way to bribe you to give him a higher grade on his papers because he’s certainly not planning on investing a lot of time or effort in this class since it’s just an elective

jimin shifts in his seat as he watches you crouch down so you can dig into your bag even more, your waist dipping and curving out into your hips quite nicely from this angle

…

he’s totally going to get you fold for him and convince you to give him a good grade by the end of the semester.

his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip at the thought of him coming to see you after hours (because of course you’re going to make an exception for him and allow him to see you at any time he wants, he’ll make sure of it) and again, he can’t blame anyone but himself when he can practically hear you moaning for his dick in his head (“what’s that, baby? you gonna bump me up to an eighty or am i gonna have to do a little more convincing?” “e-eighty, i’ll- ah- i’ll bump you up to an eighty, i-i will-“)

“here you go! a fresh copy for you.” jimin is rudely yanked from his fantasy when you suddenly shove a fresh copy of a syllabus in his face for him to take, “sorry that took me a minute, i have a lot of papers in my bag…”

“you’re good, y/n.” jimin smiles up at you as he takes the paper from you, “thank you for finding another copy for me. and i’m sorry about that comment i made earlier about you looking too young to be a TA, i was just being a shithead. i’m sure you could tell by the way the prof talked to me that this isn’t my first rodeo.”

you blink rapidly in surprise and almost immediately jimin can tell the wall you had up crumbles away as you give him a genuine smile in return, “oh! no problem at all, thank you for apologizing… i’m- i’m sorry i called you out on being late to class, i just- yeah, didn’t appreciate the comment you made about me-“

“oh, no, i totally get it. i would do the same thing if i were in your shoes. your comebacks were really clever. i would’ve laughed but i didn’t wanna give you the win.” jimin teases with a boyish grin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment

huh

maybe you were too quick to judge him so quickly

and even if he hadn’t come to class late and made a dig at you, you can’t deny the fact that the man is absolutely gorgeous

“alright, well- oh, coming!” you nod, raising your hand slightly to acknowledge one of the students in the back when you see them raise their hand before looking back down at jimin, “lemme know if you need anything.”

“oh, i will. thank you, y/n.” there’s almost a playful glint that flashes in jimin’s eyes and you nod again before heading up the stairs, your heart skipping a beat in your chest

interesting

very interesting

🎙️ compliment y/n’s regular-sized glasses or make fun of jimin’s giant sunglasses (talk to my characters!)

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!)

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

#dickhead!jimin #dickhead!jimin drabbles #jimin drabbles #park jimin drabbles #jimin fics #jimin fic recs #jimin fluff #jimin fluff recs #jimin au #park jimin #bts fics #bts fic recs #jimin x reader #reader insert #bts reader insert #jimin one shot #jimin one shot recs #bts writers #bts writer recs

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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A Chaotic Introduction - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve and Y/N have been together for a few months, the kids being friends with both of them and having no idea that they're dating. Steve finally introduces her as his girlfriend to the group and chaos ensues.

Pairings - Steve Harrington x KindaGoth!Fem! Reader

Based on this request from @afraidofshrimp

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, drug use(weed), Steve is a cutie in love

Author’s note - For the goth aspect of the reader, I was thinking more of Allison Reynolds from The Breakfast Club. Still gothic but not like anything crazy.

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Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy!

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Steve had been talking about this new girl he was seeing constantly. They had started dating a few months back after being introduced through Eddie. She was way out of Steve’s league but they were happy together, he couldn’t fathom how she was willing to date him, someone who was the king of Hawkins turned loser, the kind of guy to make fun of the kind of girl she was. Steve was never a bully though, he played along with Tommy and Carol but never actually went out of his way unless it was to protect someone.

So imagine his surprise when she agreed to go on a date, and then another and then another and then finally agreeing to be his girlfriend after the third date. She loved the fact that Steve was a gentleman, that he loved her with his whole heart and cared about her more than himself.

He was constantly rambling about her and she was constantly rambling about him. The younger teens of the group were curious about who they were both talking about, begging the couple to meet their significant others not knowing it was each other. They had agreed, Steve saying that he would introduce her at the next movie night at his house. So as the movie night approached and everyone in the group slowly filed into his house, they were getting eager to see who the mystery girl was.

“She’s upstairs getting ready, give her a few minutes, will ya?” Steve told the kids as they pestered him as to her whereabouts.

“Steven, how’s the relationship going? You treating her good?” Eddie questioned him.

“You know I am Munson. I’d never hurt her,” He told her best friend.

“That is the correct answer. I’ll keep the little sheep distracted for a bit so you can check on her.” Steve mouthed a thank you to the rocker before sneaking his way upstairs to his room. She was sitting on the edge of his bed with a mirror compact in one hand and an eyeliner pencil in the other. He watched from the doorway as she lined her eyes with the black pencil, smudging it a little bit with her fingers before closing the compact and looking at her boyfriend.

“Hi handsome! You excited for movie night?” She asked him with a smile.

“Only because you’re here. You ready to head down?” He replied with a wink as he walked towards her. She nodded causing him to hold out his hand for her to grab, helping her up off of the bed.

“Can I get a kiss first? I’ve been neglected today,” She pouted at him causing him to chuckle.

“I’m sorry, my poor baby hasn’t gotten her kisses today. Let’s make this right.”

Steve leaned down and kissed her deeply, making her let out a squeak of surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Just as he felt her tongue on his lips, his name was screamed out from the bottom of the stairs. “Fucking Dustin, I swear. That kid had no patience. Wait a damn minute Henderson!” He swore before shouting back at the boy. She laughed loudly, kissing his cheek before taking his hand once more. Steve stole one more little peck before guiding her to the stairs. “Go wait on the couch! You’re gonna spoil the surprise!” He scolded the younger kids. There was a collective groan before a chorus of shuffling to the living room.

The pair took their time going down the stairs, just to irk the younger ones a little more. They walked into the living room hand in hand, a dramatic gasp coming from Dustin. “I thought you and Eddie were dating! It was Steve this whole time!?” He shouted in surprise.

“Mike, you owe me 20 bucks,” Max said casually with a smirk on her face.

“Since when!? You don’t hide things from me Steve! I feel betrayed!” Dustin continued, “And you! Don’t get me started with you! It’s like seeing my sister date my brother! It’s gross!”

“Eww Dustin! Never say that again! I’m gonna puke,” Y/N complained.

“Wait a second, why aren’t you surprised?” Dustin pointed at Eddie with an interrogative look on his face.

“Because I set them up. Of course I’m not surprised. Harrington is just her type and princess is just his type. Perfect couple right there, all thanks to me,” Eddie bragged with a proud gleam in his eye.

The couple listened to everyone bicker back and forth about keeping secrets and lying, slowly backing out of the room and towards the back door. They escaped without notice, finding peace outside in the cold winter air. Her free hand dug into her pocket, searching around before pulling out quickly with a proud smile. Between her black manicured fingers was a rolled joint. “I rolled it when I was hiding upstairs, you wanna share?”

Steve pulled a lighter from his pocket, flicking the ignitor until a flame appeared. Y/N held the joint to her lips as Steve lit the tip, inhaling the smoke, letting it sit in her lungs for a moment before exhaling. She held the joint out to Steve who took a hit from the joint in her hand. Even outside they could still hear the arguing of the rest of the group but they were just enjoying each other’s company. Ignoring the noise coming from inside and focusing on each other.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin #eddie #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things fandom #request

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x-on-the-calendar-business · 9 months

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ryan ross iceberg explained (masterpost and tier 1)

tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

if somehow you have no idea how icebergs work/what they are, then i’ll give a tldr: it comes from the saying “it’s just the tip of the iceberg,” so basically, the entries at the top of the iceberg are the stuff the average person would know, and as you go deeper, the content becomes more obscure. for example, if you’re a more casual panic! fan, then a lot of the entries in the sky tier are more likely to be things you would know, whereas you’re probably only going to know the stuff at the very bottom if you’re an insane person (me).

i got most of the entries from this iceberg from a couple of others that i found on twitter, here and here [i]. i combined them, shifted some stuff around, and added some things to make this one. of course, a special thanks to the twitter users areyouIlooking and checkyesjuul for making the ones i used to create this one.

i also want to give a special shoutout to the tumblr blogs @pathetic-at-the-disco and @prettyoddfever because i got so much info from them for this iceberg and they are just incredible sources of information for panic! fans.

finally, i'm really hoping everything on this iceberg is correct; of course, i did my research and there was a lot of it i already knew. however, i was not actually there for presplit panic! so i can't speak off of firsthand accounts for a lot of things. with that being said, if something is wrong, or if there is something you think should be added, please feel free to let me know, and i will go back and edit the post.

enough introduction, let’s get started.

the sky (tier 1):

guitarist of panic!:

what he is most well known for. ryan was the original guitarist of panic! and one of the true founding members. he departed the band in 2009 with former bassist jon walker, which we’ll come back to later.

rosevest:

this refers to an iconic piece of clothing that ryan wore while they were touring their debut album, a fever you can’t sweat out. he wears it in live in denver as well.

(side note: the post i got this pic from is a very interesting look at their outfits from that tour so i would recommend checking it out here!) [ii]

good at makeup:

during the fever era, ryan was really well known for doing makeup looks, some elaborate. i’m inserting some examples here, but i’m also going to link a post that showcases more pics of the makeup looks he did. there are more that he did than just the ones shown in that post or here (like the god awful blue eyeshadow he did on that red carpet), and there were a lot of times he just did the classic black smudged eyeliner.

and the tumblr post as promised: the makeup styles ryan ross wore in summer 2006 [iii]

ryden:

oh boy, where do we even start with this one. there are actually going to be quite a bit of ryden references in this, but at the end i’ll link a masterpost for further reading (although most of it will be covered here). but to be keep it short and simple, ryden is the ship name for ryan ross and brendon urie. it was arguably one of the biggest ships in early 2000s bandom, as evidenced by the litany of fics written with them as a pairing. this ship (unfortunately) still lives on in people’s hearts today even though ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore.

also, i know it would seem to make more sense if their ship name was ryDON not ryDEN because of how brendon’s name is spelled, but the ship name comes from the mashing of their nicknames ryro and bden (which still doesn’t make any sense but i digress).

unfortunately, all of the ryden content on this iceberg will probably be long because i am a former rydennie (yes u can make fun of me for it go ahead) so i have a lot of knowledge on that ship. but trust me i know that ryden was not real.

“creative differences:”

this entry refers to the july 6th, 2009 split where ryan and jon left the band. the most cited reason for the split was musical differences, as stated in these interviews with brendon and spencer [iv]. however, most people believe the band actually split due to personal reasons since they basically all stopped speaking afterwards, and because of some comments jon made [v]. in fact, one MTV interview specifically singled out ryan and brendon as not getting along, but it has since been deleted [vi].

cheez wiz:

this references a clip from the pretty. odd. short-film called american valley [vii]. the video went viral circa 2015/2016 and became a huge meme in the bandom community, especially in the crankthatfrank yeemo fanbase (that sentence wasn’t in the bible). if you were a panic! fan during that time, you know the cheez wiz jokes were inescapable.

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milk fic:

“ryan was kneeling in the bathtub…”

this is also unfortunate. to be blunt, this is a ryden fic in which brendon gives ryan an enema with milk. it catalyzed a trend of other shocking fics within the bandom sphere, such as the comb fic. it’s just cringy. sadly, it became so iconic that brendon knows about it and even made a vine referencing it [viii].

i would link it but i’m not going to because the author, druscila, is a pedophile. so there’s that.

onceler jokes:

i’m going to put a picture of the onceler, who is from the lorax, and ryan side by side. and that should explain this.

now let’s move on to the next tier.

tier 2

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/areyouiooking/status/1366887508441718790?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ, https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1368794897499615233?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ

[ii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/628882839458512896/panic-at-the-discos-2006-summer-tour-costumes

[iii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/629161631117656064/the-makeup-styles-ryan-ross-wore-in-summer-2006

[iv] https://patd.livejournal.com/2943372.html, https://patd.livejournal.com/2928377.html#cutid1

[v] https://oneweekoneband.tumblr.com/post/131968366779/jon-walker-and-ryan-ross-from-a-2009-interview-in

[vi] https://whisperdlullaby.livejournal.com/9051.html

[vii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBot_X9pquo

[viii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyWlisnfrm0

#ryan ross #the young veins #panic! at the disco #jon walker #ryan ross iceberg #spencer smith #brendon urie #patd #ryan patd #panic at the disco #this is bigger undertaking than it may seem #but at least my ten year panic/ryan obsession will finally come to good use #citing my sources because i come from academia

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beababoobies · 3 months

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Helloooo you asked for some Sally face requests and I have one 🤭

Can you write Larry x fem! Reader who struggles w anxiety like hurt comfort kinda thing 💗💗💗💗🫶 THANK UU

Hiya! Absolutely, I’d love to do that for you lovely! Enjoy :) and thank you for the request!

Calm Me Down, Work Me Up.

Larry Johnson X anxious fem!Reader,

(0.6k words)

You had been having the absolute worst day. Whether it was panicking about your math test with Ms.Packerton and convincing yourself you had flunked it, or the fact that you had gotten too nauseous looking at the mystery meat for lunch and been unable to eat, you had practically come to your breaking point.

Sitting in your boyfriends room, huddled up on the corner of his bed while he paints pretty strokes on a canvas, closing your eyes and trying to focus your attention on not falling victim to the current bout of over exhaustion and overstimulation that your brain was falling into, knees hugged tight to your chest as you took deep breaths.

You loved Larry dearly, you really, really did, but the way too loud hard metal music was tipping you over the edge. Normally, you’d bring your headphones or even be in the mood to head bang with him, but the time being? Before you could stop it, you started crying. Full on tears and sobs, falling harder into sobbing when you realized how embarrassingly loud you were crying when Lar turned off his music and came to sit next to you on his bed, looking at you with those confused brown puppy dog eyes.

“hey hey hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He cooed softly, watching you try to take a breath between the sniffles and sobs to actually explain yourself, wiping your cheeks on the back of your hand, watching the black of your eyeliner and mascara wipe off on your skin, sniffling and swallowing thickly as you finally got yourself to speak, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, feeling him out his hand on your back softly, rubbing circles into your skin.

“I - I don’t know! I just, im so scared about my math test, and and, I don’t know, maybe my blood sugar is just too low right now? I don’t - I’ve been nauseous most of the day because of that stupid fucking mystery lunch meat, I just - I can’t.” You whine out, stopping to sob and whine a couple times, looking up at you with panda-black eyes from rubbing your makeup out all over your face.

“oh, babe, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Do you want some water? Do you want to cry about it more? Or would you just like me to stop asking you questions when you don’t know what will help and I’ll just do my best?” He asks with a small smile, thick eyebrows pinched and droopy eyes looking into your face for answers, and you just offer up a weak nod, watching him get up to go get what you can only assume is a glass of water and some tissues, so you take the time to let out a few last dry sobs before he walks back into the room.

”here you are my love” he coos softly, handing you a glass of water and watching you bring it up to your shaky lips, taking small sips of it and swallowing softly, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead before taking the empty glass of water from your shaking hands, putting it back on the bedside table before gently placing you to face towards him, gently wiping off the remaining smudged makeup from around your eyes, whatever you hadn’t cried off.

“t-Thank you.” You hiccup out quietly, looking down at your hands, before being wrapped in a warm hug by your beloved boyfriend as he places gentle kisses to your hair, reassuring you as you start to come back to your senses and your own emotions, silently cradled in your boyfriends arms.

hope you enjoyed strawberry!! I love your user it’s super cute! <3 sorry it was a little short!

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spacequokka · 4 months

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Ask > Do You Like What You See

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: PG Summary: It's another game of tug o' war with the one who dubs you his favorite stylist. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: Language

Happy birthday, TaeTae!

It’d gotten so bad that Taehyung stopped trying to hide. Everyone knew he was into you and he, being the charming sweet talker that he is, got them all to overlook his indiscreet behavior.

Case in point:

“Taehyung, be still.” You frowned, reaching for the makeup remover.

“I can’t help it.” His smirk made it clear that he could, in fact, help it. “You give me goosebumps.”

It was the timbre of his voice coupled with the smolder in his eyes that made it hard to focus at times. And he knew it. Used it like a fucking crutch.

“I’m barely touching you!” You hissed, dabbing at the smudged eyeliner.

“I know but it tickles.” He pouted. You’d never know he was a grown ass man if you didn’t look at him. “You’re just teasing me.”

It was bait. If you told him you weren’t trying to tease him, he’d tell you he wouldn’t mind if you chose to because he “likes that.” If you ignored him, he’d say you were admitting guilt.

“I can get someone else to finish your styling then.” You curtly recapped the pen. You turned to put it down but his large hands caught your wrists.

“Hey, don’t do that. You have no idea how much trouble it is to get into your chair.” His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips. “I’ll be still for you.”

“Please and thank you.” You forced a professional smile before picking up a brush. “I’m almost done.”

True to his word, he behaved long enough for you to finish with the eyeliner. The dressing room had quieted down as some of the staff left having finished their tasks. Having a cooperative client to work with will do that for you.

Taehyung’s eyes cased the room and a small smirk returned to his stupid beautiful face. “Ooh. We’re almost alone.”

“Yeah, so?”

He beckoned you closer with a finger. You found yourself leaning closer as if he had you attached to puppet strings. “Hey, tell me something: do you like what you see?”

You nearly snorted as you pulled away. “When it comes to you, who doesn’t?”

He scoffed. “That doesn’t tell me anything. I want to know about you and your preference.”

You picked up concealer and a brush. “It doesn’t matter.” You filled the brush with a bit of cream and started dabbing it around his mouth.

“Yes, it does.” He spoke firmly yet with a slight whine. “I can’t take you out if you’re not into me.”

You had to look away and cover your mouth. Once you were sure you wouldn’t laugh, you turned back to him. “No dating coworkers.”

“Meh.” He made a face. “That’s more of a warning than a rule. PD-nim said so.”

“Really. That’s the first time I heard it.”

He sighed and caught your wrists in his hands. “Please.” He looked you in the eyes, face completely serious for once. “You know I’m very much into you. Be kind to me. Throw me a bone here. Or at least put me out of my misery.”

Ugh. The puppy eyes.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, aware that your stupid cheeks were betraying you. He didn’t tease you about it, instead keeping quiet as he brushed his thumbs over the pulse points of your wrists. “You’re…cute.”

He frowned. “That’s it?”

“I mean, if we didn’t work together, I’d consider going on a date or two.” You shrugged and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let go. “Tae—”

“You can’t say something like that and not expect me to beg!” He turned up the charm, eyes wide and sparkly as he pouted. “Please? Let me take you out. I swear you’ll like it. I can be good.”

“You sound more like a puppy than a grown ass man.”

“Yeah, because I’m trying to be your grown ass man.” He pulled you close enough to kiss. “What do you say?”

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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dance with me ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 2584

request?: no

description: in which she manages to convince the freak to go to his first school dance

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jason being jason, fluffy goodness that eddie deserves

masterlist (one, two)

It went without saying that Eddie Munson was not the type of guy to go to the school dance. He had never even entertained the idea in his number of years as a student at Hawkins High School. Besides the fact that a school dance was far from being “his thing”, he also never had anyone he’d even consider taking as a date.

But then (Y/N) came along.

She transferred to Hawkins during his second attempt at graduating and immediately caught his attention. He thought there was no way someone as beautiful and sweet as her would ever go for the freak of Hawkins and had resigned to admire her from afar, until Valentine’s Day when she gave him a card that admitted to having a crush on him and asking him out on a date.

When the school announced their annual winter dance, (Y/N) was beaming with excitement to ask Eddie to go with her. He could practically see her radiance the moment she stepped into the cafeteria during lunchtime.

“There’s my girl,” he said with a smile on his face. As (Y/N) approached, he immediately pulled her onto his lap and gave her a big kiss. “What’s got you so excited, cupcake?”

She pulled something from her pocket and held it out for Eddie to see. “I got us two tickets for the winter dance.”

Eddie tried not to let his smile falter, but (Y/N) knew him well enough to see the shift in his mood after seeing the tickets. “You don’t want to go?”

“I...I’ve never gone to a school dance before,” he admitted. “I haven’t really had any interest in going.”

“Oh.” Seeing her face fall broke Eddie’s heart. He mentally started kicking himself for not being more excited. He should’ve been happy that she wanted to go with him at all. “Well...you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can probably get someone else to go with me.”

“No,” Eddie said. “You want me to go, I’ll go with you.”

That smile that he loved so much appeared on her face again. “Really?”

“Really.”

She threw her arms around Eddie’s neck and peppered kisses all over his face. Eddie felt a familiar warmth in his chest that he felt every time (Y/N) was around.

“You can come over to my place around 7 and dad can drive us to the dance,” she said. “Then, maybe, if I can convince my parents to be okay with it, I can stay the night at your place?”

“I definitely like the sound of that.” Eddie kissed her cheek. “I promise I’ll make it the best night of your life for you.”

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Eddie arrived to (Y/N)’s house at exactly 7pm. Her mom answered the door and smiled at Eddie as she welcomed him in. He noticed her eyes quickly take in his outfit, but luckily she didn’t make any comments about it. Eddie didn’t exactly own anything that would be considered “dance attire”, so he went with his nicest pair of jeans and a button up shirt that he borrowed from Wayne. It was a little big on him, but he tucked it into his pants to make it look more fitting.

(Y/N) came to meet him shortly after he arrived. She was wearing a beautiful baby blue knee length dress with a pair of pointed flat shoes in the same color. Her hair was curled around her face and, for the first time since they started dating, Eddie saw her wearing makeup. It was nothing too flashy, just some mascara and eyeliner and a little bit of lipstick, but, as always, he thought she looked like the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on.

“You look amazing,” he told her as she approached him.

She giggled. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Eddie’s face burned a little with embarrassment. “I don’t really have anything to wear to a school dance.”

“Eds, I mean it, you look great,” she said.

Eddie smiled at her. If they weren’t stood within viewing distance of her parents, Eddie might’ve just taken her and kissed her until her lipstick was smudged right then and there. But he had to be respectful in front of them. They had already agreed to let (Y/N) stay at his place for the night, he didn’t want to jeopardize that already.

Her mom insisted on taking a million pictures before allowing the two to finally leave. She gushed over how beautiful (Y/N) looked and how handsome Eddie was a few times before (Y/N) could finally pull them away from her. They got into the backseat of her dad’s car and drove towards Hawkins High School. The ride was silent and a little tense. Eddie’s leg was bouncing anxiously. He wasn’t sure what was making him more nervous: the thought of how his first dance was going to go, or this seemingly never ending car ride with his girlfriend’s dad.

Noticing his nervousness, (Y/N) reached over to take Eddie’s hand in hers. When he looked back at her, she offered him a small smile, which he gratefully returned.

To his relief, they finally arrived at the school. Eddie got out first, holding the door open and offering a hand to (Y/N) to help her out as well. They were about to make their way inside when (Y/N)’s dad rolled down the window and called for their attention.

“You’re to be to Eddie’s place no later than midnight,” he told her. “We want you to call us the second you get there so we know you’re safe, and you’re home by noon tomorrow.”

“Yes dad,” (Y/N) said in an annoyed voice. This certainly wasn’t the first time she had heard this tonight.

“And Eddie, if I end up with a grandkid nine months from today - ”

“Dad!”

Eddie awkwardly laughed, grateful he didn’t have to hear the end of (Y/N)’s dad’s threat.

She pulled them away from her dad’s car. He finally drove off and they entered the gymnasium. The dance was already in full swing with the gym - decorated in winter accessories - packed with students. (Y/N) took Eddie’s hand in hers and gave it a slight squeeze. When he looked down at her, she looked like she was on top of the world. He couldn’t help but smile at her excitement.

“So, where do we start with these kinds of things?” he asked, raising his voice above the loud music. “Do we start dancing now or?”

She shook her head. “Too early for that. No one is on the dancefloor yet. There’s a snacks table.”

“Oh, well I definitely know where to start then.”

(Y/N) giggled as Eddie dragged her towards the snack table. Everyone they passed looked at the two of them in shock and distain, but Eddie tried to ignore them and (Y/N) was too excited to care.

The snack table was full of sugary goodness that would definitely result a number of sugar highs and eventual sugar crashes. Eddie grabbed the first thing he saw and stuffed it into his mouth. In his anxiousness about going to the dance, he hadn’t had an appetite to eat before leaving, and now he was certainly regretting that decision.

“Please don’t choke,” (Y/N) teased. “Want some punch to wash that down?”

“Is it spiked?” Eddie murmured between the food in his mouth.

“Not yet, but I’d say check back later on tonight and we’ll see.”

If I thought on it, I would’ve brought the liquor to spike it, Eddie thought to himself, but there was no way he was saying that to (Y/N). He didn’t want to ruin her night. He promised that it would be the best night of her life, and he was going to make good on that promise.

(Y/N) filled herself a plastic cup full of punch and offered Eddie one as well. He happily accepted and downed the cool liquid in one gulp. (Y/N) looked at him in amusement. “Want another one?”

“I’m good,” he said. “Doesn’t taste as good without the alcohol in it. I’ll take you up on that offer to check back later.”

(Y/N) playfully shook her head and rolled her eyes. She turned towards the dancefloor and noticed a couple of her friends stood together talking.

“I’m gonna go say hi to the girls,” she said. “Wanna come?”

“I’ll be over in a second, princess.”

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek before pushing to the crowd towards her friends. Eddie turned back to the food and was picking up something else to eat when he sensed something terrible was about to happen.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up.”

Yeah, there’s the terrible.

He didn’t have to look up to know it was none other than Jason Carver and his gang of jock friends approaching him. He decided to ignore them the best he could. He wasn’t about to have them ruining his mood on (Y/N)’s night.

“I’m surprised they let a freak like you in here, Munson,” Jason continued. “Aren’t you too old to be going to kids dances?”

“Fuck off, Jason,” Eddie muttered.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”

“I said, Fuck off Jason.”

Jason seemed amused by Eddie’s response. “Wow, the freak is fighting back. Must be trying to look tough in front of your little girlfriend, huh?”

The mention of (Y/N) was enough to bring Eddie’s full attention to Jason. He turned to get right up in Jason’s face, so close that their noses were inches apart. Surprised by the sudden reaction, Jason’s face paled and he backed away slightly.

“You keep (Y/N) out of your fucking mouth,” Eddie hissed. “Or I’ll give you the freak you seem to desire seeing so bad.”

“What are you gonna do to me, Munson? You’ll get expelled if you so much as touch me on school property.”

“Then I’ll wait till you’re off of school property.”

A smaller figure was suddenly between them, shoving Jason back into his entourage. (Y/N) was glaring daggers into the jock. If looks could kill, he’d be dead ten times over.

“Leave him alone, Jason,” she snarled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Jason challenged.

“Oh, I don’t have to do anything. Eddie can take care of you plenty on his own. But I’d rather my night not be ruined by the small dicked jock who’s just mad that he’s here dateless while the guy he supposedly hates so much has a date.”

Jason looked between Eddie and (Y/N), his face red with anger. Neither one of them was about to step down, but Eddie started to worry that Jason was going to cause a scene to get them all kicked out.

He was happily surprised when Jason backed off, muttering to his friends, “Come on, guys. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Eddie took a deep breath as Jason and his friends walked off. (Y/N) turned to look at him and he immediately softened. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to give her a tender kiss on her lips, not enough to mess up her lipstick but enough to ease off any tension left over from his almost altercation.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “I didn’t want him to get to me, but he mentioned you and it just pissed me off.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, Eds. He’s the jackass who can’t leave well enough alone for one night. I’m glad he didn’t take it much further, though. I didn’t want us to get kicked out when we only just got here.”

Eddie smiled and kissed the top of her head.

The DJ started to play a slower song. The couples finally started moving to the dancefloor to actually start dancing. (Y/N) took Eddie’s hand in hers and said, “Come on, let’s dance.”

He let her lead him to the dancefloor. When he turned to face her, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. He had never slow danced with a girl before...actually he hadn’t slow danced period.

Luckily, (Y/N) took his hands and placed them on her waist before draping her arms around his shoulders. She leaned in close to him, so close he could feel the warmth of her body and smell the perfume she was wearing.

“Just sway to the music,” she told him. “And try not to step on my toes. These flats don’t offer a lot of protection.”

Eddie chuckled and followed her instructions. They swayed back and forth to the slow song playing. He looked down at her face and forgot everyone else in the room. It didn’t matter what anyone else here thought of him. It didn’t matter what his reputation was to these people. All that mattered was this beautiful woman in front of him; this beautiful woman that he was lucky enough to call his.

(Y/N) leaned closer to rest her head against his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat, a wonderful sound that could bring her peace anytime. She couldn’t be happier than she was in that moment. She loved Eddie more than anything, and she considered herself lucky to be able to call him hers.

They were almost reluctant to pull apart when the slow song ended and a more fast pace song started to play. Now that the seal had been broken, more students shoved their way onto the dancefloor to start dancing. The two of them were almost crushed in between the excited students. Eddie leaned down to whisper into her head, “What if we got out of here early?”

(Y/N) giggled. “We just got here!”

“I know, but there’s way too many people here, and there’s nobody at my trailer right now. We could utilize that privacy.”

(Y/N) leaned up to kiss Eddie. He ran his hand through her hair, holding the back of her head tenderly as she kissed him. When she pulled away, Eddie had to stop from chuckling at the smudged lipstick on her lips. No doubt his lips were stained from it as well, but he wasn’t about to complain about that. In fact, he was thinking about other areas she could stain with that lipstick.

“How about this,” she said, “you give me another hour here, and I’ll give you the rest of the night with me. We can do whatever you want back at your trailer.”

“Whatever I want?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “Whatever you want”, punctuating it with a light nibble on his earlobe.

Eddie groaned in response, which told (Y/N) that he was more than happy with the terms. She pulled away, an innocent smile on her face as she took his hands and guided him into another dance. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. As much as he wanted to go back to his trailer and take that dress off of her, he was happy to be here with her. Actually, he was just lucky to have her. She was probably the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

Maybe school dances aren’t all that bad then, he thought to himself. As long as I have her.

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ravencoloredroses · 11 months

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Dream Girl part 3

Nyx x Reader

Summary: Y/N’s first family dinner, a tour of Velaris, and Starfall!

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3,781

A/N: Here’s the last part of Dream girl! I hope you guys liked this story! Thank you so much for reading and stay tuned for more from me!

part 1 part 2

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*knock* *knock*

“Y/N? It’s Nyx. Can I come in?”

She sends a shadow to open the door for Nyx. When he comes in, he sees her sitting on the bed with a pile of clothes surrounding her.

Slowly making his way over to her, he takes a look around. She’s unpacked almost everything, even hung up a few pieces of her artwork. Nyx crouches in front of her and places his hands on her knees.

“Is everything alright? Why aren’t you ready for dinner?” He asks lifting a hand up to put a piece of hair behind her ear.

Finally meeting his gaze, Y/N shakes her head. He gives her hand a squeeze of encouragement. She sighs, “I have nothing to wear.”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with what you have on?” He says looking over her outfit. She’s changed into a pair of leggings and an oversized cream colored sweater with matching fuzzy socks.

“This? I can’t wear this! You saw what everyone was wearing when we first came in. I- I have to wear something nice but- but…” Y/N gets up and starts pacing around the room. Nyx is quick to follow after her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Sweetheart, you look absolutely perfect in what you're wearing. I promise you those goofballs downstairs do not care. But if you really want to wear something nice…. just give me one second. I’ll be right back!!” Nyx yells as he is running out the door.

Y/N takes this minute alone to go fix up her makeup in the bathroom. She uses a q-tip to fix her smudged eyeliner and mascara. Brushing out her hair and pulls it back in a simple loose dutch braid. When she’s finished, her shadows alert her of Nyx’s arrival.

“Y/N?”

“Come in!”

Nyx walks back in holding up a stunning deep purple dress and matching accessories. “I hope you like this dress, my grandmother made it a while ago. I- I don’t know if you like the color purple.. and I don’t know if it’s your size… but I think it would look good on you-“

“Oh my, Nyx! It’s beautiful! I'll go and try it on right now!!” Y/N says taking the dress from Nyx and pushing him out. A few minutes later, she peeks her head out the door and sees Nyx sitting on the bed. “Could you help me with the back?” She asks sheepishly.

“Of course.” He says, standing up and walking towards the door. When he gets in the bathroom, Y/N is facing him holding the front of the dress up so it doesn’t fall. “Wow. Absolutely gorgeous. You look amazing.”

She blushes and stares at him for a few seconds. “You said you needed help with the back?” Nyx asks, starting to walk around her. Y/N shivers slightly as his cold knuckles graze her back.

Finishing the lacing on the back, Nyx pulls her back to his front. Putting his hands around her waist, he slowly walks them over to the mirror. Now starting at their reflection, Y/N notices what Nyx is dressed in. A matching purple dress shirt and black fitted slacks.

He meets her gaze in the mirror and a smile creeps into both of their faces. Spinning her around, Nyx takes a second to admire his mate in front of him.

“It’s not nice to stare, you know.” Y/N says teasingly. Nyx looks at her flirty eyes and then her down to her smiling lips.

“I think that you are very nice to stare at.” Nyx says while smoothing his hands up and down her sides, lingering slightly on her hips.

“Nyx?” Y/N asks breathlessly.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

Without hesitating, Nyx places his lips on hers, moving in sync. The bond between them glowing as the kiss deepens. Nyx picks her up and she attempts to wrap her legs around his waist, but the dress is too tight.

They break away laughing. Nyx places his forehead on Y/N’s as he sets her down. “Damn this dress.” He laughs. She giggles back while giving his mouth one last kiss before pulling away.

“We better get going. Don’t wanna be late for my first family dinner.”

“I mean- I think we can skip this one if I’m being honest. I don’t-“

“Nyx. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave.” Y/N sings over her shoulder, walking towards the door. Nyx scurries over to her and grabs ahold of her hand.

She looks up to him one last time and smiles nervously, before opening the door.

Walking down the stairs, they can hear voices getting louder. Nyx can feel her nerves through the bond, so he gives her hand an encouraging squeeze. Saying everything he couldn’t with words. Her shadows ‘kiss’ his cheek in thanks.

Rounding the corner into the dining room, they see the same smiling faces as before. This time though, they are smiling among themselves. Rhys is the first to notice the newcomers.

“Nyx! Y/N! Just in time for dinner!” He says walking up to them. He takes a long look at Y/N’s dress and looks back to Feyre who is doing the same.

“That dress looks stunning on you darling.” Feyre says taking Y/N’s hand out of Nyx’s. Rhys nods in agreement, moving out of the way for the females to head over to the table.

Feyre leads her over to where the other females are seated. Whatever conversation was going on before has stopped and everyone is now staring at Y/N.

“Woah, You look absolutely stunning!” Mor exclaims. “Isn’t that- that dress was- oh my!” She stands up and tightly hugs Y/N. “That dress looks like it was made for you, my dear.”

Cassian joins the group and pulls Y/N out of the hug with Mor and into an even tighter hug with him. “I’m so excited for you to be staying with us. I can already tell you’re gonna be an amazing Illyrian warrior!”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Nesta interrupts. “Who says that she won’t be a Valkyrie?”

“Me. I say. Good Illyrian genes like those are destined to be a warrior.” Cassian claps back.

Nyx comes up behind Y/N and grabs onto one of her hands. “That’s a conversation for a different time. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Nyx shoots Y/N a wink, pulls out her chair and sits down next to her.

He places a hand on Y/N’s knee and squeezes it to soothe her nerves.

After the rest of the group sits down, Rhys tells the house to serve the food. The next second, almost every space on the table is occupied with a plate of food. From soups, to meats and vegetables, even desserts.

Nyx looks over to Y/N and smooths his thumb over her thigh, he reaches forward to plate her food. “What would you like?”

“Um- that looks good over there. Oh! and maybe a little bit of this one here!” Y/N says, pointing to the different foods. Nyx smiles at her excitement and pours her a glass of water. He kisses her on the cheek and moves over to his plate.

“So Y/N, how are you liking Velaris so far?” Feyre asks.

“Well I haven’t really seen any of it, but what I have seen is absolutely beautiful!” Y/N replies.

“You have to show her around at night Nyx, you just have to!” Mor says from across the table.

“That’s a great idea Aunt Mor. Y/N would you like to go for a walk with me tonight?” Nyx asks, giving her knee a light squeeze. She nods eagerly and continues eating.

“Can I help with dishes?” Y/N asks as everyone starts to finish eating.

“Dishes?” Rhys asks, giving her a grin. “We don’t do dishes here, watch.” With a snap of his fingers all the empty plates vanish. Y/N is left with wide eyes as the table quietly laughs at her reaction.

“Well, thanks for showing off, dad. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a city to go see.” Nyx gets up and pulls Y/N’s chair out slightly. He grabs onto her hand and helps her stand up.

Without dropping her hand, Nyx takes Y/N to the stairs. When they reach her bedroom door, he turns to look at her. Reaching up to brush a stray hair behind her ear, he lets his hand linger on her cheek. “You are so beautiful.”

She leans into his touch and stares deep into his eyes. “And you are so handsome, my mate.”

Nyx gently puts his lips onto hers, just a peck, then he’s leaning back and putting their foreheads together. “Do you need to get changed? I can give you a minute if you’d like.”

She takes a step back. “Change?” Y/N questions. “Why would I need to get changed?”

“You don’t NEED to get changed, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. But I’m not exactly sure it’s the most comfortable thing to fly in…” Nyx says closing the distance between them again.

“We’re gonna be flying?” Nyx grabs both of her hands.

“Well yeah, unless you want to walk down 10,000 steps. That’s fine with me, but we might have to camp out for the night about halfway down-“

Y/N cuts him off with a playful slap on his chest. “Alright Mr. Comedian, I’ll go get changed.”

“Please, call me Mr. Comedy. Mr. Comedian is my father.” Nyx jokes.

“So sorry, my mistake!” She laughs. “I’ll be right back.” She boops his nose before turning around and walking into her room.

Returning to the hallway, Y/N finds Nyx sitting on the floor with his eyes closed. “How long was I in there?” She asks to get his attention. Nyx jolts awake and hurried to stand.

He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“If you’re too tired Nyx, we can just stay in tonight! Maybe you could give me a tour of the house instead?” Y/N asks.

“No, no. I promised I would take you to see Velaris. We can tour this place some other time.” He waves his hand dismissivelly. “Shall we?”

“After you.” Y/N says placing her hand on his extended arm and Nyx leads them to the balcony off of the living room. “I’ve uh- I’ve never flown- like long distance before… I don’t want to slow you down-“ Y/N starts.

“That’s okay, it’s not too far. I’m sure you’ll be fine and if you need to stop, then we’ll stop.” Nyx pulls them closer to the edge and gives her a smile before taking off.

Y/N follows right behind him trying to catch up. When she finally reaches him, he tucks in his wings and nosedives. She’s scared for a second until he levels out, laughing about 20 feet below her. “Hey! That’s not funny! I thought you were actually falling!”

By the time he reaches her height again, he’s laughing so hard that tears are falling. “I’m sorry but- but you should have seen your face!” Nyx goes to grab onto her hand, but he looks up to find her staring at the city with wide eyes.

“What do you think?” He asks when he finally reaches her, lacing their fingers together.

“I think it’s the most beautiful city I’ve ever seen, ever. I- I can’t believe this is real.” Y/N whispers, afraid that too much noise will cause her to wake up.

“Oh it’s real. It’s very real, and so is this.” Nyx raises their joint hands. “You're finally here with me, finally in my life and don’t even think about leaving.” He brings her hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. “Now come on, let’s go see it up close.”

Twirling around each other and laughing so loud the whole city can hear. Nyx and Y/N finally land down on the street. “This is incredible! I’ve never seen anything like it!!” Y/N exclaims as they stumble down a path along the Sidra.

“I’m so happy I get to share this place with you.” Nyx says, grabbing onto her hands, dragging her along the path. When they sit down on a park bench, Y/N lays her head down on Nyx’s lap. He plays with her hair while humming a calming tune.

Just as she’s about to drift off to sleep, Y/N feels Nyx place a kiss along her hair line.

— —

“Good. Now do it over again.” Azriel instructs Y/N. They’ve been training for the better part of an hour now. As the shadows come drifting back over to them, Y/N stands up to walk away. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To go get something to eat. I’m starving and my brain hurts from all this.” Y/N says, waving her hands around in emphasis.

“Fine, but you better practice before tomorrow. You still have a lot of work you need to do.“

“Az, we’ve been at it for months now. I haven’t gotten much better, it’s really just a waste of time.”

“Do not say that. You’re doing so well! These things take time, I do not expect you to be perfect when just starting!” Az counters, now walking beside her. “Is this about Nyx?”

“What? Is what about Nyx?” She asks, startled.

“Well I know you guys are getting serious now, and I also know that you haven’t accepted the bond yet. I can tell that you have been stressing about something, but I can’t tell what it is.” He replies.

“H-How do you know we haven’t accepted it?”

“Spymaster. Remember? Why haven’t you accepted it though? Was it your idea? Nyx’s?”

“It’s just that…. that I’m not ready for our relationship to get.. intimate.. like that yet.” Y/N says sheepishly.

“Ah. You know that Nyx would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do right?”

“Yes, of course I do! But I also know that when we do accept the bond, the ... frenzy… is unavoidable. Since I’m not ready yet, I know that will be super hard for him, and I can’t put him through that.”

“Well, I’m sure Nyx is willing to wait until you are ready, he’s just like his father in that way. Anyways, just keep practicing and I’ll see you at the Starfall party tomorrow right?” Az questions.

“Yep, I’ll be there! See you then!” She waves goodbye as they part ways, before heading down to the kitchen.

Standing at the stove making an omelet, Y/N feels hands wrap around her waist.

“Hey you, how was training?” Nyx greets, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hey! It was alright I guess. Az is trying his best, but my shadows aren’t listening to me. It’s so frustrating.”

“Don’t worry love, I'm sure it took Az awhile to get it too. Would you like to go to the library later today?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, I can’t today. I still have gifts to buy for Starfall.”

“Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to get us anything.”

She spins around in his arms to face him. “I know, I know, but I want to! These past months here have been amazing, giving you guys presents is the least I can do.”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then.” Nyx grabs her chin to pull her in for a kiss before leaving.

— —

“I don’t know about all this, are you sure I look okay?” Y/N asks, staring at her reflection. Mor has picked out a stunning dark green ball gown, with matching accessories of course.

“You look amazing, sweetie! Nyx won’t be able to take his hands off of you! Not that he doesn’t do that already, but even more now.” Mor says, picking off a piece of loose string on Y/N’s dress. “Are you ready to head down?”

Y/N nods and makes her way to the stairs. As she rounds the corner, Nyx appears at the bottom of the staircase. “Wow. You- you look gorgeous. I mean you always do, but- but right now especially.” He says nervously.

She laughs and takes his extended hand. “Thank you, you look handsome as well.” Nyx places a kiss on her cheek and escorts her over to the balcony.

“I can’t wait to see the stars, you guys have talked about it so much. It sounds magical.” She says, leaning into his side.

“It is magical, I hope you never forget tonight.” Nyx says, staring out into the night sky.

Y/N smiles knowingly. “I hope so too.”

“Hey lovebirds! We’re starting presents now!” Cassian calls over.

“Okay, we’ll be right there!” Nyx yells back. He turns back to Y/N and puts his arm around her waist. “You ready, love?” She nods and they walk back into the house.

“Cassian! You went first last year!” Rhys complains. The group is all squished in the living room surrounded by mountains of gifts.

“Ugh. Fine, you can go first.” He says picking up a present and handing it over to Rhys.

About an hour and a half later, it’s finally Y/N’s turn to open presents. She received a box set of a new book series from Azriel, a pair of Illyrian leathers from Cassian, a basket of bath soaps and oils from Mor, and a purple amethyst necklace from Amren.

The High Lord and Lady make their way over to give their gift to Y/N. Ripping the paper open, she looks up to see the group leaning over to see and flips it around to show everyone.

The painting is of her first night in Velaris. She’s laying down in Nyx’s lap on a park bench as he plays with her hair. “Oh my. This is incredible! T-thank you so very much!”

“You're so very welcome!” Feyre replies. “I had Nyx show me this memory. It was such a nice moment for you guys, so I wanted to memorialize it.”

“Thank you so much Mom, it’s amazing!” Nyx says resting his hand on Y/N’s knee.

Feyre smiles at her son. “Now for you Nyx, here’s our present.” She hands over a small box.

Nyx gives the box a little shake to hear it rattle. “What is it?”

“Why don’t you open it to find out.” Rhys teases.

With a laugh Nyx opens the box and pulls out a small key. “A- a key?” He asks.

“Not just any key son, that key goes to a cabin over in the Winter Court.” Feyre says. “We figured you two might want to get away from us old folks for a little while. It’s yours for as long as you like, starting tonight.”

Nyx looks over to Y/N, who’s smiling widely back at him. “Thank you guys so much! I’ve always wanted to go to the Winter Court!”

Y/N reaches behind her and hands Nyx a medium sized box. “Here, this one’s from me, but it kinda goes with the last one.” She says, fiddling with her hands nervously.

Nyx looks over to Y/N in question. “It’s a blueberry pie. That…. Um, that I made.” She clarifies.

With that, the whole room goes dead silent. “You- you made this?” Nyx asks and she nods. “You know what that means right?”

“Of course I do! I’m ready now, Nyx, I’m ready to take the next step with you. If- if you still want to of course, I don’t mean to assume-“ She starts rambling and Nyx cuts her off with a kiss.

The party goers begin to disperse, giving the couple some alone time. Breaking away for a breath, Nyx looks deep into her eyes. “I cannot wait to take that next step with you too, but are you sure? If you’re not ready yet we can wait. I have no problem waiting! I would wait for you for the rest of our lives-“

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to cut Nyx off with a kiss. “I’m sure, being with you is the only thing I’m sure of right now.” She laughs.

“Well in that case, let’s go see some stars fall.” He kisses her cheek and helps her stand up. They join the rest of their family on the balcony, spending their first Starfall together.

— —

It’s technically the day after Starfall by the time the party ends. Nyx and Y/N make their way to the door with their packed bags.

“Alright you two, be safe and have fun. Don’t worry about coming back here too soon, you take all the time off you need.” Rhys says with a wink at Nyx.

“Thanks for this, really, I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

“You’re welcome guys. Now, go on, you have a cabin waiting for you.” Feyre smiles and leans into her mate’s arms.

“Okay, we’ll see you guys… sometime!”

“Bye!”

Nyx looks over to Y/N as they winnow away.

Not even bothering to unpack, they head straight for the kitchen. She places the blueberry pie on the counter between them and sits down.

“I know it’s kinda like breakfast time right now, but would you like to have some pie-“

She’s cut off by the sound of Nyx opening the silverware drawer.

He grabs a fork and then heads over to the counter and sits opposite of her. “You’re still okay with this, right?” Y/N nods with a smile. Without losing eye contact, Nyx picks up a piece of pie on his fork and eats it.

As soon as he bites down, the bond between them glows like a burning fire. Y/N watches him eat the entire time and only speaks when he’s finished. “Now what?” She asks.

Wiping around his mouth with a napkin, Nyx gets up and walks over to her. “Now,” he says, “we go upstairs and make this official.” She smiles, wraps her arms around his neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I love you so much.” He says in between breaths.

“I love you too.” She answers, pulling him back down to her mouth.

He moves his hand down to the back of her thighs, signaling for her to jump up. With Y/N now in his arms, Nyx winnows up to the bedroom to finish what they started.

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