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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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The Smoke Detector | Firefighter Bradley Bradshaw

your cooking skills fail you again, and your nosey neighbour has to intervene

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“Shit, shit!” You frown, dropping the charcoaled oven tray down onto the stove and trying to waft the smoke away from your face. Right away, you know you’ve got ninety seconds. It’s night time, but the standard remains the same. Roll-out in under ninety seconds.

You know he’s home from the Led Zepplin carrying through the walls. He’s three units down but he isn’t home all the time and he likes to make the most of the privacy when he is.

In an ultimate act of betrayal, your fire alarm begins to wail over your head. Slamming the oven shut, abandoning the cremated mac and cheese as you clamber up onto the countertop unsteadily. You try to tame your hair at the same time as the wailing, pulling your hood up instead. It’s a good thing that today was one of those random days you had decided to wear pants whilst relaxing.

You tug at the fire alarm, disconnecting it unceremoniously and letting it hang free as you struggle to pry the battery out of it.

“Everything okay in there?” Followed by three knocks on the door, then him trying the door handle. You close your eyes, bracing yourself to be lectured as he steps into your apartment and closes the door behind him.

Wearing a navy-coloured San Diego Fire Department shirt, gym shorts and no shoes, he stares at you from your doorway.

This isn’t the first time he has let himself into your apartment. He’s two units up, and it seems that helping you move in during that mid-august heatwave a couple of months ago came with a catch. He’s like a stray cat that you made the mistake of feeding.

But, compared to that time that you had slipped and dislocated your shoulder in the shower, you aren’t too upset with him for wandering in now.

Stern, he frowns at you, “Were you about to take the battery out of that?”

“It’s still breaking and entering, even if I know who you are, you know.” You answer him from your countertop, eyes narrowed incredulously. This is becoming embarrassing. Trying to cook something a little more ambitious, and crashing and burning. Quite literally.

“Just doing my job,” Rooster’s eyes land on the oven dish resting on your stove and he walks forwards as the alarm wails on. He calmly switches the oven off and peers down at the blackened pasta noodles and dissipated sauce. As he looks up at you, unimpressed, you silently wait for the ground to swallow you whole. “Hop down. I’ve got it.”

You tug your hoodie down a little more, shifting uncomfortably in your pink, fluffy socks. “I’ve got it.” You insist.

“Not if you were about to take the battery out, you don’t. There’s a reset button right next to your hand.” His hand comes to rest on your ankle as he looks up at the fire alarm above your head. Huh. There it is. That little red, plastic button that you had been clawing around to try to pry the battery from.

You press it and the wailing immediately stops. Which, honestly, just makes everything worse. His lips quirk into a soft smile as his eyes dart back to the cremated Mac and cheese, then to you again.

“Don’t start.” You groan.

He just chuckles and shakes his head, “Look, I prefer it a little crispy too, but um…”

“Shut up, I was reading and I forgot about it.” You tell him, lowering yourself down to sit on the countertop instead. Immediately, his face changes. Brows furrowed in concern, you feel like a middle schooler in a safety assembly before he has even had a chance to open his mouth.

“You should really—“ By the look on his face, he can tell that you don’t need a lecture from him. His warm hand squeezes softly at your knee, almost apologetic. “Well, are you hungry? — I was making pasta, there’s plenty if you want some.”

“No, I couldn’t— I’ll just—“

“No, seriously, I can’t portion control spaghetti to save my life, I’ll be having leftovers for a week if you don’t have some.” He steps closer, bracketing you between him and the counter without meaning to. “And besides, I’m not going to relax if I think you’re in here trying to cook something else.”

Your lips quirk slightly, giving a small shrug of your shoulders. The sheepish little nod that you give him is more than enough for now. He’s certain that it’ll be an enthusiastic yes after you taste his cooking.

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perfectimaginary · 7 months

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I wanna be with you everywhere.

Pairing: mingyu x reader

Tags: fluff, cute!mingyu

Summary: café AU where you have a little crush on Mingyu (so is him)

w/c: 1.4K

a/n: I thought about this while listening to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac so enjoy reading while listening to it too! And let me know if you liked it or not I would love to know <3

Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say?

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out

The air feels different this morning, it's gotten colder these past weeks, autumn started to feel like it and If Mingyu didn’t make the decision to grab that hoodie before leaving he would be freezing. And so, just like every morning, before going to his usual classes, he entered the same café he went to for the past months, even if he wasn’t very fond of their coffee he could at least have a glimpse of you.

Oh right. How could he forget you?

He remembered it all too well, the first time the bells chimed above your head and saw you, he thought that you might be the cutest person he’s ever seen. He could describe in detail the exact sundress you wore that day, this little pink dress he swears. He never saw someone wearing it better than you did.

You had that effect of walking in and the people around you smiled instantly, you were like a warm hug during a cold winter night, by simply smiling and making everyone's day just a little bit easier. He knew it just by the smile you gave every morning to the waitress and since this moment, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you, and every morning he looked forward to seeing you, even if he wasn’t very cautious about it.

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be you everywhere

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

And you knew it, because you did the same. How was it possible to not look at him? He looked effortlessly good every time you caught a glimpse of him, you were pretending to be engrossed in your book but truly you didn’t read a single word that was in.

Every now and then, between pages you looked up and saw him peeking at you so you smiled, and god he was beautiful. And every morning for the past months you had the same routine, waking up and taking much longer in the shower, putting a little more effort in your makeup and outfit wondering if he would like it. And of course he liked it, he loved the way you matched your earrings with your makeup and every morning he would ask himself which color you were going to wear today.

Something’s happening, happening to me

My friends say I’m acting peculiarly

Come along, baby, we better make a start

You better make it soon before you break my heart

Exams were coming sooner than you expected, nights were getting shorter and the stress was growing quicker than you thought. One morning you forgot your book at the café, and obviously, it was Mingyu who picked it up. He was so stressed about it that he couldn’t sleep that night, asking himself if he should have run to you that morning to give it back to you.

The next day, Mingyu watched as you trekked through the café, strands hanging around your face and your attempt to cover your exhaustion with makeup, wearing more casual clothes than usual. He saw you asking the waitress about your book and he immediately felt guilty, so when he jogged towards you with it in hands you almost cried in his arms. But you were so grateful he gave it back to you that you had to buy him coffee, how convenient it was for the both of you, even if he didn’t like coffee that much he kept drinking it anyway, slowly, so he could take his time listening to you talked about how stressful this whole situation was for you, losing your book the day before the exam, and so he listened.

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be you everywhere

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

It soon became a routine, every morning he would wait for you in front of the café so he could open the front door for you and get a few more minutes by your side. Even if it was raining, he didn’t care. You talked so much, and he loved it. Every little detail that he could learn about you was so special for him, you went to your favorite italian restaurant last night? He would write the name so he could take you on a date. You loved a book? He would read it to talk about it with you next time. And everytime he does it you fall a little harder.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, you became friends so easily, having so much in common but at the same time being so different, like how he would love to take photos of you and you laughed because you said that you didn’t like yourself in photos and he told you how beautiful you were. You sank a little bit more.

And when he finally asked you on a date on a Tuesday morning, sun peeking through the windows of the café, the only day of the week where the rain wasn’t pouring hard. ‘Date?’ was written in a caramel macchiato made by your favorite waitress who was more than excited to do this when Mingyu asked for it in secret to surprise you. And when you said yes he was so excited that he spilled half of the drink on the table and you laughed so much it hurt your cheeks the whole day.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say

Come along, baby, we better make a start

You better make it soon before you break my heart

And when Saturday came, dressed in your little pink dress he loved so much, he bought you your favorite flowers, white lilies. Because of course, he would remember it, why wouldn’t he? And he took you to his favorite restaurant saying next time he would love going to your favorite one too since he loved Italian food too. The night went too fast to your liking, and so was for him.

How easy it was for you to just tell everything that came to your mind without feeling too much for him, how easy it was to just be yourself without worrying if he was bored of you and, of course he wasn’t. He would look at you so thoroughly even when you say the silliest thing that came to your mind, he was so much. So much more than just a simple crush you had on a man you met in a little café. He was maybe too much for you. Too tall, too large, talked too fast, too handsome. And god how exciting this was. You loved it so much more than you expected it, every minute spent with him, every message exchanged between the two of you at night telling each other’s day. When it went bad or good, or both.

He was so deeply in love with you he thought that he might lose his mind, the way your eyes sparkled when you're talking about something you love, or how you pick at your bread during dinner when you talked about how stressful your exams were. And he swears he never met anyone as funny as you. You're so gentle and caring that he thought his heart might explode even the way you lean on the table to hear what he said, how attractive you were.

The end of the dinner results in you both taking a stroll in the midst of the late hours of the night, heart pondering with the wind whistling to fill the silence between the two of you. It wasn’t bad though. Just the two of you, hands brushing and cheeks blushing. Neither of you tried to do more and it was fine. Talking about how good of a night it was and how you loved it when he almost dropped the plate on the waiter, and how he loved your dress, telling you the first time he saw you with it and that it was at this moment he had a crush on you and you laughed, taking his hand in yours. You had so much time together from now on and the night had only started.

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

(I wanna be with you everywhere)

#kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #svt fluff #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #café au #mingyu fluff #mingyu #mingoo #pure fluff #seventeen fluff #svt kim mingyu

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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months

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Almost There

Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader

Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

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Wordcount: 1.6K

Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.

Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties

AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.

You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.

You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.

Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.

Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.

“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.

Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.

“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.

“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”

Wait what?”

You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”

Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”

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The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.

“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.

Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”

You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”

“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.

You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”

His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”

“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.

“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.

“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.

“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.

“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.

A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”

“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”

Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”

Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.

Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.

“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.

“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.

Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.

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Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.

“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.

“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.

Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”

“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.

“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”

“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.

“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.

Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”

Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.

“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.

“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.

Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”

Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”

“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”

Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”

“Others?”

“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”

“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”

“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.

“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”

Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”

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elisela · 1 year

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you’re my only hope sterek, 1k, thanksgiving fluff

“Turkey hotline, this is Derek.”

“Derek!” Stiles says, looking frantically around the kitchen, phone shoved between his ear and shoulder. “I know that usually you’re supposed to thaw the turkey for days but last night I was nominated as the place to go for everyone who didn’t have a place to go and all the store had was a fifteen pound frozen solid turkey and I’ve left it out since I bought it but the damn thing is still frozen solid and I’m supposed to serve it in four hours. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

The wooden spoon he’d been looking for is balanced on the open refrigerator door. He snatches it up and spins to stir the gravy, the only thing he could think to make ahead of time that Lydia won’t kill him for nuking in the microwave right before dinner.

“You can cook it from frozen. It’ll take longer, about five hours, but serve some drinks and your friends will be fine waiting.”

Stiles looks at the compound butter he’d gotten—he can read recipes, thank you, he’s just in a panic—and frowns. “What am I supposed to do about, you know, seasoning?”

“Pull it after two hours and season it then. You’ll have to baste it, but you’ll be okay.”

“Great,” Stiles says, then curses when he realizes he’d laid his dish towel too close to the burner and it’s smoking. “Thanks!”

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“Turkey hotline, this is Derek.”

“This isn’t a turkey question, is that okay?”

The voice that comes through the line sounds almost amused. “We’re here to answer all of your Thanksgiving dinner related questions.”

Stiles taps the pie pan on the counter. He’s unsure if it’s necessary, but he’s seen people do it to regular cakes on YouTube, so why not? “Dangerous,” he says, “because I have a lot of questions. Like—why? How is this the thing you want to spend your time doing on your holiday? What are your qualifications, anyway? Because for all I know you could be making shit up, but I have to admit the turkey is no longer frozen solid under your possibly-sound advice. Which leads me to: can I bake a cheesecake at the same time as a turkey? The oven’s at 375 if that makes a difference.”

“If that—you shouldn’t be cooking your turkey at 375!”

Derek sounds affronted, and Stiles would find that cute—at least he finds his semi-outraged voice cute because for God’s sake, it’s a turkey—but he doesn’t have the time. “The cheesecake, Derek. Can I do the cheesecake at the same time?”

“Not unless you’re good with soggy turkey skin. The steam from the water bath will affect it too much.”

Stiles frowns. “Yeah, the … water bath,” he says, and hopes it doesn’t sound like he has no idea what he’s doing. “What if I don’t mind soggy turkey skin?”

“You mind soggy turkey skin,” Derek says firmly, and Stiles laughs.

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“Turkey hotline, this is Derek.”

“Seriously, you’ve been at this for three hours,” Stiles says, because he had fully expected to get someone else on the line. Unless Derek is the sole employee—volunteer? He has no clue—he should have gotten someone else by now.

“Try eight,” Derek says. “Please tell me you turned the turkey down.”

“I’d feel bad lying to you,” Stiles says, grinning. “So it turns out I forgot the rolls, and I have a box of pancake mix but it says I need eggs, which I don’t have because I used them all in the cheesecake. Help me, Obi Wan, you’re my only hope.”

There’s a pause, and Stiles has a moment to hope he hasn’t broken Derek’s brain before he finally replied. “Oh, you’re thinking about making biscuits.”

“That’s what I said,” Stiles says, poking at the cheese sauce for his hopefully tolerable mac and cheese.

“You did not, but you don’t need eggs. Or pancake mix. Google a recipe for drop biscuits and so help me do not bake them at the same time as the turkey.”

“Aww, you know me so well, boo,” Stiles coos, and flips off the burner. “Why do you do this, anyway?”

“So people like you don’t give your friends and family food poisoning,” Derek says. “You’re safe, by the way, if you keep roasting the turkey at 375. It’ll be charred.”

“Drama queen,” Stiles mutters, and then puts his foot in his mouth by asking, “you’re not too busy cooking your own dinner?”

“My family’s across the country,” Derek says after just a moment. “My sister usually made dinner for us and her friends, but she just got married so she’s with his family.”

“Sucks, dude,” Stiles says, cursing when the doorbell rings. “Gotta go. Hopefully Scotty brought the alcohol or I’m gonna have a riot when they learn the food’s not ready. Thanks again.”

He hangs up, pauses, and calls right back.

“Turkey hotline, this is Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles says, “you should come over here. We’ve got plenty of food. Some of it even edible, thanks to you.” He gives him his address before he loses his nerve, adds in a few key landmarks he’s near just in case, and hangs up before Derek can respond.

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Lydia looks at him suspiciously when the bell rings, glancing around the room like she’s mentally counting the people in it and wondering who the hell else Stiles knows that’s not currently in the room, which, rude, but he’ll deal with that later.

Or not. He probably won’t bring it up at all, because she would have been right if he hadn’t been calling the turkey helpline all day, and he doesn’t want to get into it.

For now he sidesteps Scott, who had been helpfully on his way to the door, straightens his shirt, and flings it open.

Holy good Jesus.

He probably gapes—not his most attractive look, but he can’t be blamed when the man standing on his front porch is the literal definition of perfection. “Hi,” he manages to say, “Derek?”

It’s probably not Derek. It’s probably Jackson’s new boyfriend checking up on him, or a neighbor ready to yell at him for taking up so many parking spaces with his guest’s cars, or—

“I never caught your name,” the man says, and it’s Derek’s voice, it’s Derek, and Stiles is still standing like an idiot half-hanging out the door.

“Stiles,” he says, and waves a hand automatically to brush off the inevitable question. “I’m glad you came. Come in, come in.”

Derek’s shrugging out of his leather jacket, and if Stiles wasn’t already formulating ideas to make Derek fall in love with him, he certainly is the moment it comes off and reveals a soft looking maroon sweater underneath it. “Well, you said I was your only hope. Come on, Skywalker, show me your kitchen.”

#sterek #sterek fic #thanksgiving #fluff #eli writes #stiles stilinski #derek hale

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smilesthroughfandoms · 3 days

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A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

(Shadowpeach shippers I am serving crumbs on a silver platter, come and eat!)

“Macaque, what exactly are you—?” Before Wukong could finish the question, Macaque had dashed over to The Not-Mayor and, with the evilest grin possible, punched the still-downed man in the gut. The lapdog spat out some blood and what little breath he had in his lungs upon impact, before rocketing down the tunnel and out of the cave.

“Holy whoa!” Bai He smiled.

“Guess we’re doing this now, huh?” Mei asked with a lazy grin.

Macaque sighed happily. “That felt nice… that felt real nice.” He then turned to the others with a casual grin. “Keep up guys,” and then he sank into the shadows. No doubt chasing after the man he just punched.

“Y’know,” Pigsy crossed his arms, “I forgot fer a second he’s about as old as Monkey King and almost as strong.”

“Well, Team B is moving out!” Mei started jogging ahead, with Sandy and Pigsy right behind her. “You guys better go catch up with Mac-Attack. Don’t want him to accidentally flatten Zhongyu, you know?”

Tang spared one last glance to Team A. “Try not to get electrocuted.” Then, with one last odd glance at Monkey King, he was running to catch up with the others.

MK exchanged a look with PB and Bai He. “You two ready?”

“You bet I am!” PB grinned eagerly.

From her spot piggybacking on PB, Bai He gave a familiar-looking evil grin to MK. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

“Great! Monkey King are you—Monkey King?” The trio turned to see the Great Sage standing with wide-eyed amazement, staring at the spot where Macaque had just disappeared. His tail was wagging slightly, his cheeks were a little pink, and his fur looked fluffier for some reason.

MK reached over and shook the king’s shoulder. “Monkey King?”

“Nothing!” Monkey King shouted, looking panicked.

“Huh? I didn’t say anything but your name.” MK raised a brow.

“Oooh, fluffy.” PB reached over and patted Monkey King’s head like he was a kitten, marveling at his new fluffy fur texture. “How’d your fur get so fluffy, Mr. King?”

Face even redder, Monkey King swatted her hand away. “Let’s talk about something else, anything else really.”

“How come you look so nervous and sweaty right now?” Bai He asked.

“… Anything else besides that.”

“Well we can either talk about kicking Zhongyu’s butt, or we could actually go kick it.” MK gestured towards the exit. “Which do you prefer?”

Monkey King sighed a bit, before smiling. “Actually kicking his but…”

“Great! Then le-go!” MK charged out of the cave, drawing his staff out. PB took off behind him, Bai He giggling in excitement. Monkey King hesitated a bit, waiting to make sure they were far enough away before he frantically started patting and combing his orange fur back into place.

He decided, pointedly, to not examine what just happened to him until after The Not-Mayor was no longer a problem… but that didn’t mean the butterflies in his stomach were going away anytime soon.

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quitealotofsodapop · 7 months

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Grandpa Sun has accidentally walked into traffic before while gazing lovingly at their Nainai Mac.

Is this common the whole time of Shadowpeach? Or is it because Mac was wearing/doing something? Are all Wukongs like this? The funny thing is that I can see both DBK and Red Son do something.

It is *very* common for Shadowpeach. Normally it's cus Mac was smiling/laughing at something and Wukong's brain shut off for a moment in bliss.

Worst time in the AU was the first time Wukong saw Macaque in modern day clothing.

The newly-formed gang were doing a day out to do errands and Tang was helping Macaque pick out clothes so he could shed his old armor/robes. Wukong and Pigsy were across the street doing groceries. Macaque steps out, and being of a fashionable mind set, is wearing a completely normal black turtleneck and red skirt (to match his scarf). Wukong's brain has an internal-crash-error at the sight and he literally walks into traffic cus he forgot to wait for the crossing light. No car accidents, but he did get hit by a low flying drone. Macaque was confused but laughed at Wukong's distraction. This was also how Wukong learned that he could feel mortal pain again.

A similar incident occurred the first time Macaque dressed up for a night at the theatre. This monkey goes from zero to a hundred fashion wise. Either he's dressed like Velma from Scooby Doo, or he's wearing full opulent finery like the drama king he is. Cue full jaw drop from Wukong. Macaque knows what he's doing.

DBK def did something similar the first time he met PIF. Like... during a break-in at the Palace he caught a single glimpse of her and walked straight into a pillar. PIF proceded to see him, have a brief second of anger at the intruder, and then have her own mental stutter when she went over to yell at him.

Red Son and MK already have a canonical meet cute of MK falling right on top of Red and taking the Staff. Red wasn't sure how to feel about it and continued to fail at playing it cool for the rest of the series. MK has discovered that simply running his hand/tail under Red's chin causes the fire demon to almost combust. MK isn't immune either. Red calls him a single pet name and MK is all over him like Gomez hearing Morticia speaking french.

For the rest of the SWKs in the Wukongverse? Definitely. Smash!SWK literally crashes mid-parkour stream into a 7/11 cus he saw a cute monkey demon inside. Both HeroisBack!SWK and Reborn!SWK would both get distracted mid-battle at watching their Macaques fight, prompting getting them an arrow to the knee/bonk on the head. Netflix!SWK would be flying around on Stick and hit a whole ass mountain cus he was busy watching his passenger. NewGods!SWK claims he doesn't have such a problem with his mate, but is proven a liar when his Macaque walks past wearing only his pyjamas and NewGods!SWK mis-pours a pitcher of orange juice onto his suit.

Their brains can only hold so much attention your honor.

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19. tall, blonde and gorgeous

“yo yn! over here!” you heard kaveh call. “sorry, did i make you wait?” you asked, walking towards him. “nahh, actually, i just got here haha-” “hey yn! where are you and kaveh going?” you heard someone else call. it was dehya, coming out of the main building.

“oh! kaveh and i are going out for lunch! wanna join us?” dehya eyed the situation then gave a smug smile. “no no, i’m good. i wouldn’t want to interrupt your date.” she said, then walked away, giggling. there was an awkward silence for a moment. date? no, this isn’t a date… right? “erm. i’m so sorry about dehya, she’s normally like that… i mean, i’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable by calling this a date- unless you want it to be one! you know like-”

“kaveh, calm down. don’t worry, you don’t need to apologize for anything! i don’t mind, kaveh.” another moment of awkward silence. you honestly didn’t know why you said you didn’t mind. didn’t mind the date or didn’t mind dehya?

“a-anyways, yn, since haitham isn’t joining us today is there someplace you want to go?”

“mmm i have class in about 2 hours, let’s go somewhere close! like… mcdonalds!” “ah, okay. follow me!” you followed him, not saying anything. it was honestly really impressive that kaveh knows everywhere around campus… typically, kaveh and you are like two peas in a pod, getting along really well but seeing him after such a long time… it feels as if you two grew apart. again, for the third time… awkward silence. the silence was so loud.

“so how have you and haitham been? you two still close?” you asked, trying to break the ice. “… things are different now. um, he and i have been arguing more after, well, after… actually, it’s not my story to tell. but we often argue. it’s not anything serious, just light fighting.” he nervously replied, trying to laugh.

“oh! sorry, i didn’t know it was bad. moving on, how long until we get there?”

“actually… we just arrived,” he said, looking at the building. “what do want to eat?” “ehh i’ll just have [food of choice] and a [drink of choice]. i’ll pay-!” “no no, i’m treating you to this meal. lemme pay.” “kavehhhhh, don’t worry. i have some extra cash on me.” you whined. “okay okay if you insist…”

“what do you think haitham would like?” you asked him, looking at the menu screen. “oh shit- i almost forgot about him! uhh i’ll get him a big mac and iced coffee or something. i swear, he needs to eat more! he works out so much, he might as well become a bodybuilder ha!” he laughed. “i honestly never expected haitham to look so… muscular and built?” you commented to where kaveh laughed, “right! he works out while reading. really impressive in my opinion.”

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al haitham x reader x kaveh SYNOPSIS kaveh, al haitham and you are close friends and went to the same high school. but after your junior year, you left them and sumeru behind for liyue’s 2 year med school exchange program. now you’re back in sumeru for a class reunion and attending sumeru akademiya.

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sturn777 · 1 month

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could you write a fluff about matt inspired by the song need your love so bad by fleetwood mac? thank you :3

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matt sturniolo x reader

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Sitting at the bar of the jazz club you attended regularly, you opened your purse and picked your card out from the small slot. Swiping it on the card machine the bartender had held out to you, he smiled at you before wishing you a well night.

Placing your card back into its slot, along with the other belongings you had laid in front of you back into your purse, you stood up and began to exit the club. Slowly, the live music faded out behind you as you walked onto the dark, cobbled streets.

The streets were slightly wet due to the rain - which was originally the reason you entered the club. A sense of nostalgia running through your veins as you remembered your first night.

”Hey, doll! You think I could get your number?” the strong Boston accent asked. A small smirk graced his face as he looked down at you.

You were hooked, immediately. The way his eyes were that blue, so blue. The way his hair waved down and say perfectly. The way his face was covered in a light layer of stubble you wouldn’t notice unless you were this close to the man in front of you.

A silhouette stood under the street lamp, his facial outline causing a smile to take its familiar place on your face. “Are you my walk home?” you asked jokingly, the man lifting his head up to lock eyes with you.

A smile made its way to his face as well. “Of course doll.” Matt said, moving his hand to place his and in yours - titling it so your purse fell onto his wrist instead.

You shook your head teasingly at the mysterious man in front of you, to which he raised an eyebrow. “At least tell me your name first, handsome.”

He shook his head whilst chuckling under your breath, enticed by your games. “My names Matthew, what’s yours sweetheart?”

A swarm of butterflies flew through your stomach at the pet name, almost not answering due to being distracted by his features. His face illuminated by the lamp over you both.

Your hands swung side by side as you continued to walk. You and Matt had decided to make it a tradition. Every Friday you’d go to the club to either relax or hang out with your friends, and at the end of the night he’d be waiting. Ready to walk you home.

Turning the corner of your street you smiled, those frequent butterflies returning as you knew what was coming as soon as you both would stop in front of your door.

”If you want my number, be a gentleman and walk me home?” You fluttered your eyelashes at Matt. He nodded, lifting himself from his slouching postured and holding onto your hand.

He nodded forward, “Lead the way, doll.” You almost forgot what you were doing as you stared at your hands linked, his thumb subconsciously rubbing your knuckles. Driving you absolutely crazy.

“So this is where we part?” You joked, turning towards Matt as you had just climbed the steps up to your porch. Now you both stood in front of the door.

He sighed, shrugging. “I guess so doll, same time next week?” he suggested. Knowing for sure you’d see each other before that anyways.

You nodded with a blush and a smile. “Always.” the two of you stared at each other. The porch light flickering above you slightly, due to be changed. “I think you’re missing something. handsome.” you cleared your throat.

Matt smiled knowingly, leaning in to press his warm lips against yours. As they did so every single time he walked you home, and as they would for the future.

You and the mysterious man, Matt, climbed up your porch steps and stopped in front of your wooden door. The light flickering slightly. Strange, it must need changing.

“This is your stop sweetheart.” Matt sighed, looking at you knowingly. You knew what he wanted.

You sighed playfully, reaching into your purse which he had given back to you. Writing quickly on the post-it note you always carried around, you placed the paper on your palm and held it between you.

His hand moved up to take it, rolling his fingers in the process to hold your hand with the paper scrunched between the both of your fingers. “Thank you doll.” he whispered, leaning in and placing a warm kiss to your cold cheek.

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rosepinks-world · 1 year

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ＨＥＡＲＴＴＯＨＥＡＲＴSimon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

You and Simon had something going on. God knows what it was but there was definitely something there. You understood he had a hard time with affection due to his past trauma and had to learn how to respect that. For example:

He hated PDA. I mean you weren’t big on it either but he didn’t even like to hold hands.

You understood why but it would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt your feelings slightly.

He hated taking his clothes off in front of you as they revealed the scars that littered his back. He wasn’t overtly insecure but he hadn’t had anyone see him in such a vulnerable, intimate situation for a long time.

And most of all he disliked hugs, that he didn’t initiate.

You found that the hardest to restrict.

Anytime he’d come back from a mission you’d just want to jump on him as soon as he walked through the door but to respect his boundaries you’d wait for him to make the move.

It had been five whole months since Simon had been on a mission and you weren’t even sure if he was still alive. You’d made your way to HQ ignoring the odd stares you got from the workers there and made your way outside preparing for 141s plane.

Men began to get off the plane but he was still out of sight.

Fuck fuck fuck

‘He’s gone, he’s fucking gone’ You thought

Until.

You saw a ridiculously tall figure in a skull mask climb down the stairs of the plane dragging behind three men that were all conversing. It looked like he was too until he saw you.

You’d normally think about how he might be angry with you because you were here but fucking hell you didn’t care.

You were just happy that he was alive!

You waited for him to get to the bottom of the stairs and then ran up to him wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head against his chest.

‘I thought you were fucking dead.’

He went stiff. He didn’t say anything in response and just stood there not even hugging you back and that’s when you remembered. You immediately pulled back beginning to apologise.

‘Oh fuck Simon I’m sorry I forgot-‘

But before you could fully apologise he’d pulled you back in holding your waist and bent over slightly to rest his head on yours.

He’d never done this before.

He hated feeling vulnerable or showing affection in front of people, but fuck he’d missed you so much.

Whenever he threw a knife through a guys fucking skull he’d think, What would y/n think of what I’m doing?

When bullets were flying past his head you were the person he thought of. How would y/n react if I got hurt? Or if I died?

And as he saw the innocent people dead and tortured on the floor he’d think, What if someone hurt y/n?

He’d chuckle slightly at that, God the things he’d do if someone dared look at you in the wrong way.

He was hugging you so tightly you honestly thought you might suffocate, you laughed into his chest ‘Jesus what’s gotten into you.’

‘Y/n I’m sorry.’

‘For what?’

‘Im fucked up, doesn’t take a genius to notice that but you’re always here. I think you deserve better than me, Im fucking difficult to love’

‘I deserve what I want. And I want you.’ You reasoned simply.

‘Fucking hell.’ He said tilting his head up. He wasn’t angry he was slightly giddy.

‘And You’re not difficult to love.’ You replied looking into his eyes holding his mask. ‘Because I love you.’

He almost shit himself when he heard that.

He was in shock to be honest.

No one had ever told him that before.

I don’t think he’d ever even felt love or know what it was like but he knew, he just knew that he felt the same way.

He held your head and kissed the top of it, then reached his hand to the lower part of your neck just above your chest. It sounded odd and probably looked odd to anyone but you two, but it was an unspoken touch that you’d both do to each other and it said three (in this case four) certain words.

Except this time he actually was able to say those words.

‘I love you too.’

(Jake and Amy | This was the only pic I found that matched my vision.)

#mw2 x reader #ghost cod #call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #spotify #ghost fanfiction #task force 141 #simon riley x you #heart to heart

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adorejungkook · 1 year

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Baby Got Back!!

CHAPTER 6

Synopsis; Jeon Jungkook has the fattest fucking crush on you meanwhile Jimin and Taehyung don’t find you too hard to look at either. Now Jungkook has to find a way to confess his feelings, maybe even show you, before the other two find their ways into your pants during your “staycation”.

Warnings; this story is getting a bit longer than I thought, do you guys mind that? no warnings, just cute stuff

word count; 1.01k

chapter. 1 , 2, 3, 4 , 5 , 6, 7

Jungkook could barely feel his stomach growling with the way his nose was being attacked right now.

If he shifted his head to the left he was being pulled into your sweet scent, if he went to the right the smell of fresh pies and crumbly cobblers were so strong he could taste it.

He thought about how mad the guys were going to be about having missed out on this, the homey feeling this place gave off was definitely Taehyung’s vibe.

It made Jungkook feel like 2% worse about what he was about to do.

“Oh, Jimin just texted me!”

You looked at him with your head cocked to the side, waiting for him to continue. The smile on his face fell a bit as he looked over your face. He was looking for any sign that you suspected what he was planning but got a little distracted by the eyelash resting on your cheek.

“ Hey, you’ve got…” Jungkook trails off, eyes jumping across your face as he reaches to cup your face, just barely ghosting the frame of your cheek and swiping a thumb across it.

Heart beating a mile a minute, his mouth is slightly agape when he realizes how close you’ve become. His eyes bulge out of his head and he practically throws himself the few inches away that the line you’re in will allow.

“Uhm, a-an eyelash. That’s why…I just did that.”

“Oh,” You say, squinting at him, “Thank you, I couldn’t even feel it,”

Okay, you were definitely starting to notice how weird he was being. If this was going to be the closest thing he’d get to a date with you, then he was going to have to tone down all of his, as Jimin liked to call it, “anime school-girl behavior”.

“Come on up y’all, what can I get for you?” Says the man behind the counter, who can’t be much older than Jungkook himself. The t-shirt he’s wearing catches his eye, it looks like the indigo merch that Jungkook had pre-ordered about a month ago.

He lists off his order quickly, making sure to ask for an extra helping of mac n’ cheese and a slice of sweet potato pie. He was tempted to ask for two, but he didn’t want to splurge on himself before you got to order.

“And for your girlfriend?”

Silence.

…

Coughing sounds.

Choking sounds.

Jungkook is kinda dying!

You’re already telling Jungkook’s almost-murderer what you want for your own meal and sliding your card before he has time to recover. The cashier sends him a smirk as you’re pushing him towards a booth.

As soon as he sits down on his side of the table, you’re shoving his sweet tea into his hands.

“ Don’t die on me, Kookie,” You begged in a teasing manner, “That was such a dramatic way to get me to pay, that guy wanted to laugh so bad,” You whispered to your doe-eyed friend who was gulping down his drink.

“Why did you pay,” Jungkook whined, staring down at the table with a pout taking over his features. You paying was the second-worst thing that could’ve happened right then and the first was Jungkook jumping over the table and kissing you for saving him from floundering in front of that counter for a good ten minutes.

“Well, I thought you were having a heatstroke, so…” You shrugged, sipping on your lemonade.

Jungkook knew it was way too sour from the way your lips puckered every time you took them off the straw.

“By the way, what did Jimin text you earlier?”

Oh, yeah.

Jungkook totally forgot to finish his lie earlier!

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shoots a quick text to Taehyung, telling him to order some food for himself and Jimin before turning off his location and opening his chatlog with Jimin.

“Yeah, he said we took too long to get food and they doordashed some chipotle! Mhm, so we don’t have to rush or anything,” Jungkook mumbled through his bottom lip that he was gnawing at. Talking to you was hard enough, let alone lying!

This needed to happen in order for you two to get closer, he rationalized to himself.

The guys don’t need any more time with you anyways. Jungkook was sharing a room with you and yet the thought of being that close to you was far more familiar to Jimin or Taehyung than him.

He’d be sure to change that.

“ For real?” You smiled, jumping a bit in your seat, “So I get to be your girlfriend for a little longer, huh? You gonna get your girlfriend to get some ice cream?”

Jungkook put his face in his palms before he got to see your smirk and before you could catch the blush spreading across his cheeks.

The rest of the “date” goes as smoothly as it can go with you and Jungkook being left alone. He hardly stutters and you never noticed the way his lips twitched when took a bite of his pie off his fork.

He considered keeping it as a keepsake, but settled for the picture you took of him shoving an entire piece of cornbread in his mouth, before sneaking a cute pic of you chewing the ice from your cup.

He had to stop himself from making it his home screen, you’d definitely notice.

“We should get back soon, they probably think we got kidnapped or something,” Jungkook sighed, waiting for you to buckle your seatbelt before heading back to the house.

“Kook, how would anyone kidnap you? I think we’re safe.”

Jungkook knew you were joking, but the thought of you feeling so safe with him around made his pride swell. That’s all he wanted right now, was to be someone you could rely on and even though he couldn’t pay for your lunch, your giggles made him feel like you didn’t mind.

God, it was gonna be really hard for him to take you back and have to share you again.

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So I'm rewatching SU -mostly because of your drabble series- and I'm currently on Warp Tour. I totally forgot that Amethyst raided the fridge for mac and cheese packets. I always keep boxed mac and cheese in a cabinet. Why would they store it in the fridge? Is that normal??

It's not normal lmao. Listen. The Universe household is WEIRD AS FUCK about food and I feel like people ignore it. Steven's diet is like 90% cheese puffs. The most normal thing he's ever ate on screen was a fucking sandwich. He makes cakes he shoves cheese puffs on, then sushi he shoves cheese puffs into. The boy has a thing about cheese. Early episodes are almost entirely food trauma. FOOD IS WEIRD FOR STEVEN UNIVERSE.

My running theory is either A.) they stuffed a bag in the fridge unaware the mac n cheese was in there or B.) Pearl (or Steven) went "wait. we put dairy in the fridge. this becomes a form of dairy. FRIDGE."

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Steven Universe

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j0kers-light · 8 months

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you mentioned that joker has lots of nicknames for us does he have a favorite? Does Y/n?

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I'm finally clearing out my month old asks! Thank you so much for waiting 😭 I didn't know how to make this into a oneshot so here's another head canon! or think piece. However you view it, enjoy!

Joker's favorite nickname for you, hands down, is Bunny followed immediately by (his/my) Light.

He uses Light in more meaningful situations i.e.. when he's in his feels or being extremely affectionate. The meaning behind his Lighthouse is everything to him so he doesn't throw it around willy nilly.

Now his Bunny? Bunny could be your government name with how much he says it lol 🤣 its your unofficial code name within this operation. When Joker says "Bunny" or B, Frost, Mac, and Neo knows he's talking about you. Its a great way to discuss things pertaining to you in front of others while keeping your identity confidential.

Examples:

"Who has eyes on the Bunny?"

"Uhh Boss? You got a message from B. She asking what you want for dinner. I nominate that butter chicken she made two weeks ago.."

Other nicknames Joker uses is doll. Its self explanatory although it can be used sexually because it rolls of his tongue so easily. It falls in his more playful banter lineup, but still very universal. Now Baby doll is top tier. Its an automatic compliment! Whenever you hear baby doll, you know you look fione or you know that Joker is being super sweet. Insert heart eyes and a dopey smile directed at you. 😍

Sugar is a relatively new one that J is testing the waters with alongside Donut. If you read Slippery When Wet or the dickcussion head canon then you'll know why he's using it. Y/n is not a fan of donut for obvious reasons.

Another name that J will use is sweetheart. Its used more for sarcastic vibes but it can also rile you up if he uses it sexually.

Which leads us to Joker's favorite nickname in bed. Princess is used exclusively for sex. When he says it, you know what mood he's in, what he's thinkin about, and what's gonna happen. And girl? You better be ready. Joker almost always bites his lip after he says Princess. It holds power and he only uses it when the two of you are alone.

Oh and I almost forgot about pretty girl! Its another one that J uses when he's being playful since he normal says, "pretty little head" a lot. He loves your intelligence and his pretty girl needs to be reminded every day! Calling out for his Pretty girl is a normal greeting whenever Joker comes home. Or a quick, "Hey pretty girl" if the two of you are out in public and get separated.

Now out of all of these what's Y/n's favorite? It took you ages to accept it but Bunny is your fav. Princess makes you blush, and there's plenty of others that make your eyes roll and groan.

Joker is always finding new names to call you and he's got countless others up his sleeve 👀

But know this. When he uses your real name: you know he's serious.

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thisreadswhatever · 2 years

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Just Like The Movies

part two - read part one here

[description]: steve x fem!reader, robin x reader/eddie x reader (small amount). contains smut, mainly boyfriend/slightly jealous steve, teasing & foreplay

[summary]: in the whirlwind of your night with Steve, you’d forgot you’d left someone waiting.

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[cw]: 18+, smut, little fluff, swearing, fingering, oral (m receiving), some pet names mainly just ‘baby’, doesn’t follow the exact timeline of the show

[an]: this was actually fun to write considering i’ve never wrote smut before. my first time ever so please be nice! i’m not done with this story just yet so there will be a part three, possibly part four (maybe). i didn’t check throughly so could be some grammar mistakes. hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it !

You’d been waiting all day. The hours seemed to drag forever, which was strange compared to fact your day usually went by too quick when you had an afternoon shift at Family Video. In fact, you couldn’t remember a time when you were actually excited to go to work. You’d cleaned your whole house twice, finished a weeks worth of laundry you’d been putting off and even submitted your final essay for your last college class of the year. Yet every time you looked at the clock, it felt like mere minutes had passed.

You tried to keep yourself distracted so the time would go quicker, but your mind was constantly running with memories of what happened the night before. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Steve made you feel things you never thought you’d feel. Turns out it was just like the movies. Those cheesy movies you and Steve used to watch where the guy gets the girl. The romantic, ultimate end scene with the magic make out session. Steve had essentially confessed his love for you, and then, well. He showed you he loved you. It was almost too good to be true. King Steve. You giggled to yourself, remembering how he felt, touching you in ways you’d only dreamed of. Now you sat at your kitchen table eating mac n cheese, remembering every detail back to yourself and you were sure it must’ve been a dream. You’d heard he was good, all those rumours from girls who had lined up to date Steve Harrington. Yet none of it had ever really occurred to you until now. He actually was good.

———

With the sound of the car doors locking, Steve had a longing you’d never felt from him before. And just as much as he wanted you, you wanted him back. You’d turned from the car door and looked him right in his eyes, burning with need growing inside you. “I want you more.” You’d finally told him. “Do you trust me?” He held your head in his hands again, searching your eyes for any doubt. “I’m still your best friend Steve. Of course I trust you.” He smiled and in sweeping move, he shuffled himself into the back of the car, pulling you quickly after him. “Steve!” he laughed as you squeezed your way over the middle console between the two front seats. “You’ve obviously had some practice at that.” He chuckled, “I was preparing myself for this, I just didn’t know it yet.” You punched his shoulder playfully and scoffed at him, “I’m sure that’s what it was. Preparation.” He winked at you, “All for you, baby.”

And just like that you were both sitting across from each other. Breathing in the hot tension that engulfed the back seat of Steve’s BMW. You had buried the need for Steve inside you for so many years, but now, you could admit that you would do anything for this man. “You’re sure this, or that I’m, what you want?”

He leaned forward, placing his forehead on yours and his eyes closed, breathing you in. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” And he brought his lips to yours.

It was like you’d never been kissed before. He was holding your face, and you could feel the urgency with his every movement. Your hands rested on his chest, as his brushed your cheeks and flowed into your hair. This couldn’t be real, it was too perfect. Suddenly you felt so light, like you were swimming in sheer bliss, elevated in his warmth. He explored every part of your mouth, brushing his tongue against yours softly, becoming more intense with every second. “I’ve always wondered what you tasted like. Even better than I’d imagined.” You groaned as your mouth moved with his, letting him lead.

“So now…. you’re mine…. right?” He whispered to you as he pulled away from your lips to your neck, burying kisses inbetween every word. The sound of his voice, so dark and determined, sent you over the edge. Slight moans left your throat as you felt the touch of his lips to your skin. “I’m yours.”

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, desperate to find something to relieve the pressure you could feel building inside you. He kissed your cheeks, “these are mine.” And moved his kisses to your eyelids making you giggle “Mine.” He moved back down your face, softly nibbling your lower lip. “These lips are all mine.” He continued to claim every part of you while his hands smoothed their way down your chest and stomach over your clothes, finding his way to the waistband of your skirt. “So perfect.” He was unraveling you with every word. He continued to lower his hands, and now his mouth followed, planting sweet warm kisses on your skin, drawing invisible lines from your jawline to your neck. “This neck, it’s mine?” You didn’t think you’d get the words out. “Yours.” You could feel his smile against the nape of your neck. He traced over your knee highs with his fingers, moving up towards the gap between the end of the sock and the hem of your skirt, gripping the bare skin of your thighs. “these thighs?” You could hear the dark groans surrounding his words. “just yours” you whined as his fingers kneaded into the flesh. He brought his hands under your skirt, feeling the wet cotton of your panties beneath it. You whimpered at the feeling of his fingertips caressing you, circling the soaking fabric. “This pussy?.” He spoke with such certainty, and it was so fucking hot. “Mhmm” was all you could get out between the soft moans. “Mhmm what?” he teased wanting you to say it “it’s yours Steve, everything is yours.” He gently tugged at the cotton, relieving you of the heat you felt mounting. He was whispering to you now, while leaving soft kisses along your earlobe. “Should I feel this pussy, my pussy, y/n?” Holy fuck. “Please Steve. I need to feel you.” You’d never needed anything more.

He released his grip of you and you could’ve cried out for him if you weren’t biting your lips to suppress it. He put his hands on your shoulders, turning your body so you faced away from him. He had sprawled his right leg across the backseats, and his left hanging off the side into the footwell. “Lay back for me, baby.” You did exactly as he said, following his every instruction. With you lay back like this, your head settled perfectly inside the crevice of his shoulder. You could feel him hard beneath your back, turning you on even more. You desperately wanted to feel his cock fill you in every way.

He wrapped his arms around you, undoing the buttons of your shirt, revealing your breasts. He let his hands trace the outline of your body laying against him, moving his hands lower until he was gripping your thighs again. “God I’ve waited so long to feel these thighs. Always walking around in these knee high socks. You don’t even know what you do to me.” You whimpered at his words, his grasp getting tighter and more ferocious. He felt so fierce against your skin but so soft at the same time, like his hands were created for your body. You lifted your head so you could lay soft kisses along his neck, moaning his name into his ear as he felt you. “Steve..this is.. fuck.” He smiled and turned his head towards your face and kissed you back. “You are so perfect, y/n”. He pulled your cotton panties down around your thighs, and teased the skin surrounding your pussy. “Tell me what you want.” He was going to make you beg for it. “Touch me, please, right there Steve.” Your voice was breaking between gasps of pleasure, trying to form coherent sentences, and Steve was melting at the sound of your struggling. He trailed his fingers over your wetness, feeling you raising your hips against him, aching to feel his fingers inside you. “I will never get enough of this.” He was in awe of every part of you.

Suddenly you could feel his fingers inside you, stretching you out. You whimpered at the relief and felt the weight of your back lay into him. You couldn’t contain the moans escaping your lips as they caressed his neck. He was slowly exploring every inch of you with his fingers, discovering your favourite spots with every twitch and pull of your hips as your body responded to him. “So wet for me, baby. All mine.” His words had you spiralling, you could feel small pools of fires burning inside you. You forced your hips further into his hands, grinding into him, and you could feel the fires merging with his hands. “You sound so pretty, y/n. I want to feel you cum for me.” Fuck fuck fuck. You collapsed around his words and he could feel you squeezing his fingers as you climaxed around him. “God damn you feel so nice.” As you came down from your high, he released his fingers from you, bringing them up to his mouth. He slowly licked his fingertips, tasting every piece of you. You lifted your neck up to kiss him, tasting your warmth on his tongue.

You could feel he was so hard beneath you, you turned to face him on your knees and leaned over to kiss him again. “Now, Is it *my* turn to make *you* mine?” you smiled through your kiss as you reached for his belt buckle. “I’m already yours.” Leaning backwards he was watching you undo his belt, releasing him from his jeans. You had heard the rumours but you did not expect them to actually be true. You moved your hand along his cock, rubbing in the precum already dripping from his tip. Your hair was messy around your face, lips raw from kissing him. You already looked fucked drunk. “Look at you like this.” He raised his hand to your face and filled your mouth with two fingers, “so fucking pretty.” You lowered yourself down to him, kissing the tip of his cock before taking him entirely in your mouth. He groaned in response, feeling your hands working in tandem with your tongue, “So good y/n, so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” You would never get tired of Steve’s praises. He leaned his head back against the window, pushing your mouth deeper, filling you with more of him. You weren’t even sure how you could fit anymore of Steve in your mouth, but you wanted every bit. You could feel him pulsating under you, fuelling his collapse with every movement. “You’re so fucking amazing y/n. Going to fill your pretty little mouth with my cum?” You moaned at the sound of his enjoyment as his hand clasped the back of your head and his half thrusts got sloppy as he came, “Fuck, y/n”, and you could feel his warm liquid trickle down your throat.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you and Steve hadn’t moved much if at all. You both laid there in the back of his BMW, warm and sticky under the euphoria you shared with one another. He traced along your back, tickling you in all the right places, whispering soft praises in your ears. You could lay there like that with him forever. Suddenly you heard a loud bang hit the roof of Steve’s car that rudely interrupted you from your bliss. “What the fuck was that?” You we’re kind of freaked out, and Steve was too though he wouldn’t admit it. “Shhh. Stay still.” Steve reached in his trunk over the backseat headrest and pulled out a bat. “Why the fuck do you have a bat?” He held it upright, and lowered the window using lever next to him. “Long story.” He pulled his body outside the window so his head was parallel with the top of the car. You could hear him quietly laughing. “It’s fine. It’s a cat.” You giggled as he pulled back into the car. “Mr Knowles really needs to start closing his cat flap. Now put that bat away before you turn me on again.” Steve smirked, “Bats are hot? Okay, I gotta remember that for next time.” You laughed with him as he kissed you on the forehead before tossing the bat behind him. “You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

“Your idiot, y/n/l/n.”

He then slid back into the front seat of the car. “Cmon, time for you to get to bed and me to get home, we both have work tomorrow don’t forget.” You groaned. “The joys of Family Video.”

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The beep of a horn disrupted your daydream of last night, and you jumped out of your seat. Butterflies filled your stomach as you rushed to grab your bag and head for the door, shoes already in place from where you’d put them on in anticipation 20 minutes prior. Steve was outside of his car waiting, holding the passenger side door open for you. “Wow Harrington, does every girl that lets you finger fuck them in the back of your BMW get this kind of treatment?” He rolled his eyes, laughing and shutting the door behind you. “You might wanna be careful or the neighbours will hear you again.” You gasped in shock and punched his arm, “They never heard me!” He chuckled in amusement and roughed his hair through his fingers, turning the car engine on. “I’m pretty sure Mr Knowles cat did.”

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The drive to work was a stark contrast to the drive home the night before. You and Steve were obsessed with each other, you kissing his neck, hands in his hair, his hand on your thigh and on on the steering wheel. “I could seriously get used to this, but if you kiss my neck anymore I will have to pull over and take you here and now.” You melted at his words, revelling in the sound of Steve’s need for you. Robin was already there when the car entered the parking lot. She had been covering Steve’s morning shift. He’d called her once he got home, begging her to cover for him so he could sleep in after a date. Really, Steve just wanted an excuse to get you in his car again, and he knew doing the afternoon shift with you would be a great excuse.

One look at you both as you walked in through the doors of Family Video and Robin knew. You both walked towards the front counter, flirty and wrapped up in your own world you’d created not even 24 hours before. “No way.” She gasped. “What?” Steve asked, putting on his green vest. “Your date was with y/n? You both banged?!” Your cheeks flushed red. “Hi to you too Rob. And technically, we didn’t bang-“, you trailed off as you were walking to the back where your locker was. You blew Steve a kiss from behind Robin’s back before heading into the back room. He grinned from ear to ear watching you. Robin glared at Steve. She knew she would get it out of him. “Okay, spill. Right now lover boy.” Steve shrugged, playing cool. “I just did what you said Buckley. I told her how I felt.” Robin was giddy. She’d always wanted you both to be a thing, especially after what happened when you confessed your love to Steve and got rejected. She always reminded him how stupid he was for doing that. “And then what? You went to her house and got it on?” Steve was smug, leaning over the front counter, trying not to involve all of the store in last nights events. “Actually, we didn’t even make it out of the driveway.” He was overtly proud of himself. Robin squealed, loving every juicy detail. “So I guess the King Steve really does live up to his name eh? Maybe you don’t suck after all!” Steve shrugged her off laughing, walking round to the back counter. “I think this time it’s different with her. This isn’t some random girl. It’s y/n. I can’t fuck this up again.” She could tell he was being sincere too. “Well you better not fuck it up otherwise I’ll have to kick your ass. Especially after you ruined her date with Eddie Munson, who knows what could’ve happened if she’d-“ Her voice turned into a whisper, “well this is gonna be awkward.” Suddenly the sound of the bell was ringing throughout the store. Steve turned to see what Robin was talking about, and in walked Eddie Munson. “Seriously?” Steve groaned.

He smiled at them as he casually strolled in, wearing his usual Hellfire Club shirt and high tops. “Harrington, Buckley.” He didn’t even look at them at first, instead he scanned the room, looking for you. Robin politely grinned back and Steve just glared at him like he was ready to launch over the counter at his throat. “Either of you seen y/n? We had a thing last night and she never showed. Haven’t heard from her since.” Robin looked at Eddie wide eyed, shaking her head with speed. Steve shrugged and spoke for them both, “Nope haven’t seen her.” Robin gawked at Steve, having absolutely no clue where he was going with this. “I think she’s got the stomach flu or something, real bad hot dog last-.” Steve elbowed Robin in the ribs. “Ouch!” Eddie narrowed his eyes at them. “Look, I’m not the type to worry, but you know how it can be around Hawkins when someone goes missing.” Robin nodded her head as she tried not to drown in this entire awkward exchange. “I’m just gonna go finish stocking, um, movies”. Steve was dumbfounded as he watched her practically running to the back to hide behind the curtains of the adult movie section. He would rip into her later for bailing on him. “You sure you haven’t seen her around, Harrington?” Eddie was pretty sure Steve was lying. Just as Steve opened his mouth to respond, you walked out of the break room, staring down at the clipboard in your hands while you called out to him. “Hey Steve did you want to change the theatrical posters for this week with me lat-“, you stopped in your tracks as you looked up from the clipboard to see Eddie Munson, standing there at the front desk with Steve. Both of them staring right at you. Fuck.

“Glad you’re alive.” Disappointment clouded his tone. “Hey Eddie. I’m-“ He cut you off as he was walking towards you, trying to avoid Steve’s hearing range. “Can I talk to you, outside?”

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blackandwhites-stuff · 4 months

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I worked at this fancy hotel for years. I started as a front desk agent and finally made my way to the manager. I enjoyed it for the first year. But one of my employees… Antonio, would eventually change the way I run things at this hotel.

You see… Antonio is 24, 5’7, Hispanic, very skinny, but also extremely attractive. The problem is… he’s extremely arrogant. He bullies people and even sleeps with his friend’s girl. One day he bullied me. He told me I was extremely ugly and started laughing. He was comparing me to ugly cartoon characters. At that point … I had enough. I needed to get my revenge on him. But I’m not going to fire him.

I thought about it all night. How was I going to get back at this cocky prick? I kept thinking about what he said to me and I said out loud “what a fucking pig!” Then that’s when it hit me. I started smiling from ear to ear because I knew exactly what I was going to do to him. I was going to make him Fat! And I knew exactly how.

I remembered years ago in college I discovered and created a weight gain powder. But it’s not your typical weight gain powder. It’s completely tasteless and dissolves instantly in any liquid. It is designed to slow the metabolism, increase hunger, and promote fat production among cells. It takes 2-3 doses for there to be any results. I never tried it on anyone before but I wanted to try it this time.

The idea of making this hot man fat was also very exciting for me since I’ve always been into weight gain.

The next day I come in to work and I see Antonio. Now I notice I’m getting hard being around him. He comes up to me and gives me a fist bump. I notice how bony his knuckles are and I get excited to think that soon… they won’t be anymore.

A few hours go by and guests stop checking in to the hotel for the most part. The rush is over. So me and Antonio go in the back and talk for a bit. He was showing me his rapping and he’s honestly very good. He sounds kind of like Drake. But a little different of course. As we were lost in conversation a guest comes to the front desk to check in. So as Antonio attended the guest… that’s when I decided to strike. I brought the special powder with me and gave him a dose in his water bottle. I did it so quick and my heart immediately began to race. I waited for Anthony to come back and when he did.. we talked for almost 10 minutes. I almost forgot about the water bottle at that point… until he mindlessly started drinking it. The weight gain course has now begun. All I need is to give him 1 more dose and maybe an extra to be safe.

The next day I bought Antonio some pizza. Little did he know I laced it with that special weight gain powder. I watched him eat it mindlessly. I kept laughing inside because he has no idea what’s coming to him!

Day 3 : I made Antonio coffee with that special powder again. And I knew that this time… when he consumes this coffee… it is a guarantee that his metabolism will progressively slow down. Not only that but over time… his hunger will significantly increase. He’s guaranteed to get fat. I’m just not sure when or how soon things will happen. I also don’t know how fat he’s going to get. Antonio chugged that coffee and let out a gigantic burp. That put a smile on my face.

As the days became a few months… I noticed no change whatsoever. I guess the drug didn’t work. Cuz he’s still skinny. It looks like he hasn’t even gained a pound. Even though I was disappointed… I figured I’d just move on.

So another month goes by and I see Antonio come in to clock in. He has a bag of McDonald’s in his hand. Which wasn’t out of the ordinary because he’d get McDonald’s once every couple weeks. After he clocks in… he takes out his order from the McDonald’s bag and I see a Big Mac, nuggets, chocolate shake, large fry, and an apple pie. Seemed a little more that what he usually eats. I didn’t think anything of it tho.

…

That was until he started eating like that every day and even increased what he was eating. By Friday he had almost double what he had Monday. Then it hit me. I started putting the pieces together. He never eats fast food this often and also doesn’t eat that much. I realized the weight gain powder was working. I instantly got hard. All I could do was imagine this skinny arrogant fuck become fatter and fatter. Maybe he’ll become obese? lol who knows. I kept imagining him becoming softer and jiggly. Every time I saw him after that… I always had the biggest smile on my face because I knew his thin days are almost over.

I started planning everything out for him. I already bought bigger shirts for him that night to save for later. I bought him a $500 DoorDash gift card to encourage him to eat more.

The next day… I decided to make him employee of the month. So I gave him his certificate and told him to pose for the camera. I tried to get a full body shot of his thin body. I got a good picture of him with his charming smile, chiseled features, and his hair styled with his high fade. I decided to hang that picture up at the front desk… not to just display his good work… but to show everyone how thin he is. What they don’t know is I plan to keep that picture up when he becomes fatter.

The next week rolls around and Antonio has been eating like a pig. He’s always eating. To the point where he eats now more than he works. But as his boss… I allow it. I want him to gorge himself. I want to witness his work ethic go to shit as all he cares about is food. I want to witness him become greedy.

That Friday… I gave him his $500 DoorDash gift card as his “employee of the month” gift. He says “thanks bro!” And fist bumps me again. “Hell yeah bro!” I say.

Now it’s week 3 after Antonio’s Appetite has increased and now I’m noticing DoorDash deliveries coming in multiple times a day. And it’s all the most fattening foods you could think of. I was really excited when the driver would come in and say “delivery for Antonio.” And in my head I say “of course it is.”

Week 4 since Antonio’s appetite increase.

It’s Wednesday, half way through the work week. That’s when I see Antonio come in for his shift. He was wearing that same button up black shirt and black pants with a black tie. Except it looked less loose on him. He still looked slender. But just more filled out. He didn’t look so bony. However he still had his chiseled face. He looked like he gained maybe 10lbs.

I was so incredibly turned on by this. I saw that he was finally starting to gain some weight. He probably doesn’t even notice it yet. I’m finally gonna watch this arrogant fuck grow fatter and fatter. And he won’t be able to control it at all. That powder has changed him forever. “Soon the dough will pile on” I thought to myself.

Week 8: since Antonio’s appetite increase.

Everyday has been filled with joy as I watch this once thin fuck boy shove his face with more and more food. Today I caught him with a pizza in one hand and a burger in the other. Even his coworkers are saying he eats a lot now. But he says “I’ve always had a very fast metabolism so I’m not worried.” That statement made me smile because I knew his metabolism is progressively crashing as we speak and he has no idea. I don’t even think he knows he’s put on another 10lbs this month. He is about 160lbs. He doesn’t even have a belly… yet. He’s just thickening up right now.

Week 12 Since Antonio’s appetite increase.

He’s gained another 15lbs this month. I can tell. At this point he’s looking soft. He’s definitely not skinny anymore. But definitely not fat. He just looks more filled out with a softer middle. His cheeks have begun to swell a little bit. However his jawline is still strong. He’s eating so much at this point. I’ve never seen anyone eat as much as this guy eats. What excites me is that it won’t be long now….

Week 16 since Antonio’s appetite increase

Someone’s starting to look a little pudgy now. A little round belly has begun to form around his middle. It’s small but noticeable. Everything is going as planned. “That gut is gonna start to jiggle everywhere. You can try to hide it now fat boy but soon… it will be undeniable” I thought to myself. I am so thrilled watching this guy blubber up.

Week 20 Since Antonio’s appetite increase

It was a cold day and I watched Antonio come in with a big jacket. As he clocked in and took it off… I did everything I could to keep my jaw from dropping. I saw a full grown belly. He’s definitely a chubby dude now. His face has gotten fatter too. Those chiseled looks have nearly been buried in fat. His chest is starting to swell too. He doesn’t have moobs. At least not yet, I thought. But my plan is working. And when I went about my day… I overheard the other employees talking about him.

“Antonio is getting kinda fat”

“Yeah… haven’t you seen the way that guy eats.”

I just walked away with so much joy knowing that this guy is soon to be obese.

Week 40: since Antonio’s appetite increase

Antonio at this point kept visibly looking fatter every week. And now he’s exactly how I’ve wanted him. My plan is more than complete because he’s now undeniably obese. And I’ve been enjoying every minute seeing this once slim fuck boy turn into a greedy, blubbery, fatass. His once slim torso has now ballooned outward, straining against his shirt. Every time he walks… I see his belly wobble. His moobs have definitely formed as you can see them strain through his shirt. I love seeing him plop on the chair as his belly becomes more pronounced. His love handles spill off onto his sides. His double chin is extremely noticeable now too. No one would ever believe he was a slim fuck boy less than a year ago. Now he struggles to walk as his fat thighs rub together and the weight of his soft doughy belly holds him down. Serves him right.

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abbystoy · 6 months

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Her kind of 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

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Sfw, fluff♡.

"Give it back els it's not funny!" You'd whine because of someone named ellie stole your phone

"Dont whine hun" she'd playfully say "'s not funny els I seriously lost a cute puppy video" you'd reply

"Well u will find another one later y/n, pay attention to me a little" she'd nudge ur arm to catch more of ur attention "okay fine, what do you wanna do els?" U'd question "mm let's go and bake something likeee.. PIZZA!" she'd get an amount of random excitement, you'd giggle with her silliness and agree with what she said because how could you say no to such a sweetheart "come on come on come onnn I wanna bake, hurry up babeee" she'd grab ur arm and run downstairs.

☆☆☆

In the kitchen

"Sooo.. let's watch a tutorial cause I don't know a single thing about baking" she'd admit "Well let's get to work then shall we?" You'd say.

"Woah,this is more complicated than it was in my mind." She'd scoff, "Come on babeee it is easy, you just cut the peppers and apply the pepperoni on the dough.. See?" You'd assure her, "no it isn't I don't know a single thing about cooking pup, just saw a really cute video of a couple and I wanted to do it with you" she'd murmur "awww really els? You're so cute babyyy" You'd start pecking her cheek "stopp hun and put the sauce on it" she'd try to playfully push you away (still giving you thousand more pecks back)

● After 20 minutes of cutting,applying and putting in the oven.

"Okaaay so now we have to wai-" "and do what?" Ellie would smirk "cut it out eeeels" "but I didn't say anything" she'd still have that dumb slight smirk plastered on her face "let's go watch TV in the living room I heard there's a new movie on Netflix its called "I/N" "are you sure you wanna watch that?? We can resume "mean girls" because we're almost in the end of that movie" she'd remind "oh shoot yeah, you're right totally forgot about that movie" You'd giggle "wait for me I'm going to check and oven and be right back.

"Alrightyy so the pizza is halfway done so it means we still have time to watch it" ud say snuggling on ellies side "okay babe I'm putting it on" she'd kiss your forehead. 10 minutes pass "dangg why did she have to do her that dirtyyy" "that's what I'm saying! But maybe she's going to get her revenge who knows" U'd reply genuinely invested of what's going to happen next. Another 10 minutes pass *ding* "THE PIZZA" Ellie would shoot up from her seat and jog towards the kitchen "excited huh?" You'd say from the living room "u have no ideeeea" Ellie would answer muffled from the kitchen "hey u goofball wait for me" ud sprint to the kitchen to see what she's up to, "Ellie, love, you're going to burn ur palms if you are going to touch it without the proper gloves" You'd laugh "psssh I am the pro here" and just like that she'd open the stove to grab the pizza and immediately get burnt on her pointer finger "Oh my God els, get away from there and come here!, I warned you about opening the stove" You'd rush and grab some ice to put on her finger, "I am fine babe relax" she'd drag the x to piss u off "babe." You'd say while searching for an ice cube. "Here put this on" "thanks babe.. NOW LETS GET TK EAT IM STARVING HERE." She'd say "okay my starved woman, pizzas served" You'd rush to place the pizza on the plate and pass it to her "thanks love" she'd immediately start eating "where's your piece?" She'd question with food in her mouth "not that hungry to be honest" she'd stop chewing "babe, there's no way you'll eat without me, grab yourself a slice before I do it myself" she'd say sternly but still making it sound in a playful tone "but I'm not hu-" "y/n dont make me repeat myself, grab yourself a slice and I'll eat the leftover" "okay els" You'd go over to the counter and grab a plate to put your pizza on "here, now let's continue our pizzas while watching TV im seriously impatient to see what she'll do!" You'd get up from ur chair waiting for Ellie "okay my impatient girl let's go" she'd peck you and take you to the sofa by your waist.

Really need an ellie in my life dudeee

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