#bug's 2k celebration
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Happy Saturday! If you’re still taking requests for the 2k celebration, could I request Eddie/mall/lingerie? And happy 2k followers, definitely well deserved!
It's the return of perv!best friend!Eddie, y'all. Hold on tight.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, pet names, public sex (no one around tho), barely any foreplay because I'm lazy, friends to lovers
WC: 1.6k
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Shopping with Eddie is like pulling teeth. First, you have to convince him to actually come to the mall with you. Then you have to continually bribe with treats from the food court just to keep him from driving off without you. Today, he’s snacking on a giant cinnamon pretzel from Auntie Anne’s and slurping on a root beer.
“Remind me why I need to be here again?” he whines as you compare two denim miniskirts that look identical to him, but apparently, you can spot a difference. He takes another bite of pretzel and sighs indignantly.
“Because,” you explain, exasperation evident in your tone, “I need a man’s opinion on what to wear for my date tonight, and you’re the closest thing I have.” You laugh as he playfully shoves you. “And I needed a ride, so…”
“So, basically, you’re just using me for my male gaze and my car, huh?” he asks, running a hand over a neatly folded pile of shirts on display.
“Pretty much.” you chirp, putting both skirts back on the rack. “Ugh, this is hopeless! I’m never gonna find something.” You blow out a big breath, puffing your cheeks. “One more store and then we can go home, I promise.”
Eddie rolls his eyes but dutifully follows behind you, taking the opportunity to check out the way your shorts perfectly hug your ass. He feels a twitch in his pants as your hips sway back and forth, and he wills himself to look away.
Unfortunately, in his pursuit to keep himself from popping a boner in the middle of the Starcourt Mall, his gaze lands on the entrance to a lingerie boutique. The mannequin out in front is adorned with a red lace teddy that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes dart back to you, and all he can think about is you wearing it. But not for your date with whatever schmuck you’re going out with tonight; no, Eddie wants you to wear it for him. In his bed, straddling his waist, grinding on his–
“Shit,” he mutters. He thinks his voice is low enough to keep you from hearing, but he cringes as you swivel around to see what the problem is, catching him trying to discreetly adjust himself over his jeans.
“You okay–oh,” you giggle, taking notice of his predicament. “Careful, Casanova; y’might wanna pick your jaw off the floor.” You put your forearm on his shoulder and rest your chin on top of it, making him tense up even more. “Who are you picturing in that? Chrissy Cunningham? Tammy Thompson?” Before he can answer, you press on. “Ooh, or maybe a supermodel, like Cindy Crawford or Iman? C’mon, who is it?”
“What if I was picturing you?” Eddie tries to play off his words teasingly, but the raw lust blowing out his pupils gives him away.
Biting your lower lip, you can taste the gloss you’d applied earlier. Every time Eddie jokes with you like this, pretending he wants you, it kills you inside. “Do you think I should try it on?” You look at him innocently, batting your eyelashes as you call his bluff. “Y’know, for Kyle tonight?”
At the mention of your date’s name, Eddie shrugs your arm off of him. “No,” he growls, hooking a ringed finger through your belt loop, “want you to try it on for me.” There’s no hiding his hardness now, and you can feel his heart beating faster as he draws closer to you. He swallows thickly, waiting for your response.
You’re too stunned to speak. Eddie has always been a flirt, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, but he’s your best friend. There’s no way he seriously wants to see you in lingerie, right?
“O-Okay,” you manage, turning towards the store. Eddie intertwines his pinky with yours as though ensuring he won’t lose sight of you. You find the teddy in your size and bring it into the dressing room. To Eddie’s dismay, you yank the velvet curtain closed. He tilts his head slightly, trying to find a gap wide enough to get a glimpse of you changing. He can just imagine you shimmying out of your clothes and into the sheer lingerie.
Fuck it.
Careful not to expose you to a customer passing by, Eddie slips into the room, resting his hands on your waist as you examine yourself in the mirror. The lace clings to your body, hugging your curves in all the right ways. You can feel his hard length pressed up against the back of your naked thigh.
“Eddie,” you breathe out, trying to ignore the fluttering below your belly, “what are you doing?”
“Tell me something, princess,” he says, purposefully ignoring your question, “I pictured you putting this on, but who did you picture taking it off?” He waits for what seems like an eternity, silently praying that Kyle’s name doesn’t pass through your lips.
You turn to face him, letting his strong hands fall below the curve of your ass. “You, Eddie. Always you.” As soon as you give your answer, Eddie’s mouth crashes onto yours. He brings one palm to cup your cheek while he kisses you hungrily, moaning lightly with each flicker of his tongue against yours. He guides you to the wall, palming your breasts through the minimal covering.
Eddie nudges his knee between your thighs, brushing against your sensitive sex, and you moan involuntarily. “Oh, baby,” he coos, chuckling at your reaction to his touch, “so needy, aren’t we? I bet you’re already soaking wet. Almost pathetic how desperate you are f’me, huh?” You want to fire back with a witty retort about how he was the one who wanted you in lingerie; he barged into the dressing room while you were changing, but you can’t string words together to form a sentence. Instead, you nod dumbly, making him laugh again. “Don’t worry; I’ll tell you a little secret.” He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about your sexy little body in one of these. Not even the first time today, actually.”
With that, your fingers fly to his belt, unbuckling it as deftly as you can, and tug his pants and boxers down his thighs. His throbbing cock thwacks against his torso, leaving a pre-cum stain on his shirt. He hisses at the sudden relief, using his own fluids as lube to pump himself. You start to get onto your knees, but he stops you.
“If you put your mouth on me, ‘m never gonna last,” he warns with a smirk. “That’ll be for next time, yeah?” The promise of a next time excites you even more, and you allow him to hoist you up against the wall, pushing aside the lace as he runs his cock along your slick folds. “Y’ready?” His eyes are wide; though he wants nothing more than to be inside you, but only if you want to. When you nod, his smile exposes his soft dimples. “Thas’ my girl.”
My girl my girl my girl. The words swirl through your brain as Eddie pushes his mushroom tip into you. The stretch is a mixture of pleasure and pain, melting into only the former as he slowly ruts up into you, allowing you to take a bit more of him each time.
Eddie’s never had sex this good before. You dig your fingernails into his back as your pussy clenches around him; he feels himself growing even harder inside you. He grabs the plush of your ass as he quickens his pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
“Goddamn,” he groans, nearly whimpering as you tug on his hair. “Your body was meant for me, baby. Takin’ me so well, like you were made for my cock.”
“I was m-made for you,” you echo, feeling your body tremble with delight. “Eddie, Eddie, oh, fuck, Eddie!” You lean your head back, exposing your throat and giving him the perfect angle to suck a bruise just above your collarbone.
Eddie chants your name, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he leaves more hickeys. “Can’t hold back much longer,” he confesses, trailing his tongue over the fresh set of love bites, but he keeps the same rhythm that’s driving you wild. “Wanna get my princess off before I do, though.”
“K-Keep going until you c-cum, please,” you beg him, “just like that.” You bring your middle finger down to your clit, rubbing deliberate circles until you feel your orgasm wash over you. “Yes, Eddie. I’m cumming, cumming for you…feel s’good.”
Bucking his hips harder and chasing his release, Eddie is a panting mess. “Shit–gonna cum, gonna cum in-inside you, fuck.” His hot seed coats your walls as he cries out your name one last time. He gently pulls out of you, leaving cum dripping down your leg while you struggle to regain your balance.
“Looks like we ruined it,” he offers, motioning to the lingerie. There’s tears along the crotch where he roughly moved the fabric, and the mixture of your releases is starting to leave a stain. He tears off the price tag and crumples it, tossing it to the floor. “Put your clothes on over it, hmm? It’ll be our little secret.” He pauses, giving you a mischievous smirk. “Unless you wanna tell Kyle tonight?”
You shake your head. “No. No Kyle. Only you.” Honestly, you’d forgotten all about your date until Eddie just reminded you. “Gonna cancel so we can do…that again.” And hopefully again and again and again.
Eddie throws his arm around you. “Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, “now that I’ve got you, we’re not stopping until that little number is completely destroyed.”
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shy! reader request: eddie & reader having their first sleepover? reader bein all cautious about her actions and if it’s ok and eddie seeing this just lifts up the blankets to the bed to welcome her in to snuggle :)
love love love this request! hope you enjoy :D — eddie tries to make his shy!gf feel at home in his trailer (fluff, new relationship hijinks, 2k)
bug's one year celebration ♡
Despite what people say, Eddie Munson does not drive like a maniac.
Correction— Eddie Munson doesn’t drive like a maniac when there’s a pretty girl in his van.
Even though you’re pretty much the first girl to be in his van period (and even though you wouldn’t consider yourself all that pretty), you’re glad to be an exception to the rule. Your panoply of anxieties couldn’t have handled anything more than the passably steady car ride from Benny’s Burgers to Forest Hills.
You don’t mean to let out a sigh of relief when he parks in his driveway.
Eddie grins and unlatches his seatbelt with a soft click at the same time you do. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks with eyes just as wild as his hair.
You shake your head with your lips pursed to the side, then peer at him from beneath your lashes. “After everything Steve said, I was expecting a lot worse,” you confess. And even though you duck away from him, Eddie can still see the small smile on your petaled mouth. Just as quiet as you are.
“Well, one, don’t listen to anything Steve says, okay? Like, ever,” Eddie cajoles lightheartedly. “And two, I don’t drive crazy when I have precious cargo sitting next to me, alright? Stevie’s just jealous ‘cause I think you’re prettier than he is.”
Your nose scrunches as you try to worm your way out of his compliment. “So you think Steve’s pretty?” you tease, already knowing the answer.
He scoffs. “Totally! Just not pretty like you. And don’t tell him I said that either— It’ll just go to his hair.”
The incorrect turn of phrase makes you giggle.
He turns his knees towards the door and curls his fingers around the latch. “Wait for me a second, will ya?” you hear him mumble before he hops to the ground. He slams the door shut behind him and rounds the hood on his way to you — sneakers crunching against the gravel, momentarily aglow with yellow headlights.
He’d done this before at the diner. You wait patiently for his arrival like you did then, even though you feel a bit silly doing so. You’re more than capable of getting out yourself, but Eddie always insists.
He opens the passenger side door for you with a tightlipped, lopsided grin and holds his free hand out towards you. His fingers are larger and much warmer than yours as they wrap around your palm to guide you out.
The van isn’t that high up off the ground, really. He just likes to hold your hand.
You don’t mind it, though. You’ll take any opportunity to hold him back.
He leads you up the driveway and inside the trailer with his hand entwined with yours. “Wayne’s not here?” you murmur when you’re finally inside, noticing how quiet and empty the place is.
Though maybe empty’s not the right word. The place is filled with stuff — old furniture, a collection of mugs, and various other necessities. Not a mess, just an organized chaos of miscellaneous clutter. It feels like a home. Like a place that’s been lived in.
“No. He’s at work. Graveyard shift,” Eddie answers, tossing his keys onto the coffee table with a high-pitched clack.
He starts to shrug off his leather jacket and notices how squirrelly you seem, all skittish with your face twisted with a distant worry. Your neck twitches softly, head tilting once to the side and back up again. Your quiet concern becomes his own.
His brows raise, hidden beneath his curly bangs, as he slides the fabric down his tattooed arms. “Is that okay?” he wonders, eyes wide and twinkling with apprehension.
“Yeah!” you answer, louder and quicker than you mean to. You’re obviously overcompensating, but you shrug it off anyway. You smile sweetly at him, even though it wavers at the edges, and tilt your cheek to your shoulder. “I was just— It was just a question.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“‘Cause it’s okay if you don’t wanna stay the night,” Eddie assures you, giving you an out so you don’t have to make one yourself. “It’s whatever, you know? Give me the word, and I’ll take you back home. I’ll just spend the night all alone… In an empty trailer… In bed all by myself…”
His quiet smirk widens to a broader beam when he nears you. His pale hands curl around your arms, the faded bats below his thumb sitting neatly outside your elbow.
He’s joking, of course. Well, not about the taking you home part, but about all the rest of it.
He thinks he’d die if he ever made you feel anything less than totally safe. Dying would feel easier, at least. He’d never make you feel bad about being anxious, or coerce you into hiding your feelings for his sake. He cares about you far too much for any of that.
So his tense heart rests a bit when you smile.
“I’m okay,” you tell him, quiet but still sincere.
The boy brightens all at once. Excited in such an innocent, boyish way. “So I get to kiss you all night long?” he wonders in a disbelieving murmur.
“Only if you want,” you answer with burning cheeks and clammy hands.
“Well, I do want… I want very much…”
He kisses you then, until your lungs run out of air. Standing together in the middle of his living room, lit by so many yellow lamps, with the croaking of frogs and the chittering of crickets sounding in the navy blue night.
He pulls away sometime after. Maybe a second. Maybe an eon or more. He recovers from being so ardently kissed much quicker than you do and guides you down the short hallway to the single bedroom. You still feel the imprint of his mouth against yours, like he’s still there.
Your lips tingle with longing, grieving the lack of him.
You still make him turn around before you change, though.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he teases from the very center of his mattress, right before turning onto his stomach and shoving his face into the pillow.
“It’s different,” you murmur, mostly to yourself, as you slide the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders. The fabric falls to the carpeted floor in a puddle at your feet. You make quick work of redressing, as though there were some kinda time limit to what you had asked of him.
“I know,” he replies, muffled into the cushion his cheek is smushed against. “You’re still pretty, though.”
“You can’t even see me,” you argue and slide a pair of frilly sleep shorts over your thighs.
“I’d still think you were pretty even if I never saw you again.”
“Jeez,” you laugh, shoving your head through the neckline of a band-tee older than you are.
“…That sounded kinda morbid, huh?”
You giggle again. This time because his voice is still smothered into the pillow, stifled and utterly faint. “Just a little,” you answer.
“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment.”
“I know. You can turn around now.”
Eddie lifts his wild head and peeks at you over his shoulder, one eye squinted shut just in case he heard you wrong.
You’re less dressed up than before, but still as pretty as you were ten minutes ago.
The subtle domesticity of seeing you in pajamas makes his chest ache. It’s like doing laundry or making a shopping list — something so utterly mundane that’s so strikingly tender.
“Pretty,” Eddie mumbles some moments later, when his brain forgets every word but that one.
“Shut up.”
Your hands wring together as you idle at his bedside, like you need some kinda invitation to come closer. Your head tilts again, a gentle swaying of your head that seems almost involuntary.
“Why do you keep doing that?” Eddie wonders with a soft pink, inquisitive grin.
‘Cause this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. You did it earlier, when you first walked in, and a couple times at the dinner. Like when you catch him staring or after he’s complimented you. It’s almost like you have some genuine aversion to his affection.
“Doing what?” you murmur, all innocent.
Eddie swings his legs off the side of the mattress, socked feet melting into the carpet. His parted thighs are enough of an invitation as you settle intently between them.
“That thing with your neck,” he answers when he’s fully upright. “The uh…” He replicates it for you, drops his cheek to his shoulder and brings it back up again. He doubts he looks nearly as cute as you do doing it.
You get so self-aware that your stomach starts to ache. “I don’t know,” you answer through the frog in your throat. “I do that sometimes, I guess— When I get nervous. I can’t really help it.”
“Nervous?” Eddie echoes, face twisted with sudden anguish. His hands reach for your wringing ones. He musters a shaking smile up at you. “Babe— Why are you nervous?”
You dig your bare feet into the carpet, shifting your weight and ducking your gaze like a nervous child. “‘Cause I haven’t slept over before. And I don’t really know what to… do. Like, what if I snore really loud? Or drool a lot? What if I accidentally punch you in my sleep or something?”
Eddie doesn’t mean to laugh in the face of your genuine worries, but it spills out before he can stop it. It’s so like you to stress yourself sick over something that’s about as likely to happen as getting struck by lightning.
“I’d probably like you more, honestly,” he answers, giving your clammy hands a gentle squeeze. His nose scrunches until the edges of his eyes crinkle. “You’re too perfect. You need something to humble you.”
“Don’t be nice to me, I’m being serious.”
“If it’ll make you feel better, I can sleep on the couch. Or on the floor or something—”
“It’s your house, Eds.”
“Well, I’m not making you sleep on the couch, and especially not on the floor. Even if I was that big of an asshole, I think Uncle Wayne would kill me.” He grows suddenly serious a second later. Still smiling, but with something more earnest in his eyes. “But… I do think we’d be more comfortable, you know, in a bed. Together.”
He’s right, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy about it. Not because you don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him, but because you’re too anxious to let yourself enjoy a good thing.
“I’m just bad at sleepovers, I think,” you confess in a tiny voice, like that fact isn’t utterly obvious now. “Like, one time, I was at a friend’s house in middle school, and I used a poster as a blanket ‘cause I was too scared to ask for a real one.”
Eddie’s smile widens. The rose petal expression blooms so large it makes his cheeks hurt.
“Of course, you did,” the boy says with a shake of his head, frizzy curls swaying around the outsides of his jaw. “You’re so damn cute, you know that?”
You make a vague, grumbly noise of disdain right before Eddie wraps you in his arms. He pulls you softly down until you’re sitting on his jean-clad thighs, then buries his face into your shoulder. You smell like the soap you showered with and the burgers you ate and the perfume you put on just for him.
Eddie presses his lips there, to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt has dipped slightly down. He lingers there for a moment, then pulls away with a soft smack.
“I promise to make this the best damn sleepover you’ve ever had in your life,” he promises, muffled from where his nose is smushed into your neck.
“Yeah?” you mumble into the curls tickling your chin.
He nods, still pressed against you. “And I promise to tuck you in before bed so you don’t have to go using my posters as blankets, either.”
You push him away with a half-hearted hand. His boyish laughter paints the tiny bedroom golden. He pulls you back a second later, and you melt into him without thinking twice.
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a very big thank you to my bby @mmunson86 bc she listens and entertains all of my random ass bursts of inspo and helped me decipher the plot to these two babies (and many many others hehe), ilysm stinky 🤍
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18+ — MINORS DNI
pairing: older!NASCAR driver!eddie munson x pop singer!reader
summary: Eddie's a famous former NASCAR driver who now does paint jobs for celebrities, and you just so happen to need a paint job
contains: oral (f receiving), banter, flirting, and eddie being head over heels for reader <3
word count: 2k
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Thursday is Eddie’s favorite day.
One more day til the weekend, things are slow at the shop, and Bug, the detailer, usually pays for lunch. So, Eddie’s usually pretty fucking happy on Thursday— usually. However, it’s hard to be happy when you wake up to a music video of a famous pop singer crashing the car you’d just spent weeks working on.
Now, Eddie’s all for creativity and expressing art in different forms of destruction, but it’s hard to see the art in smashing a brand new McLaren, freshly painted and detailed by none other than Eddie Munson himself. Sure, you paid for it, so it’s basically a waste of your money, but it’s also a waste of Eddie’s time and work.
“Turn this song off, Bug,” Eddie grumbles from under his mask, focused on spraying fine lines of paint onto the car in front of him. It’s your song. The song that you’d smashed Eddie’s car into smithereens for. That being said, even if Eddie is utterly and incredibly displeased with how you’d decided to treat Eddie’s hard work, his heart skips a beat when he hears the familiar tone of your voice, “You don’t like my music, Munson?”
Eddie pauses his task, blinking a few times to clear the possibility of the paint fumes finally getting to his head and making him hallucinate. And if Eddie’s hallucinating, then his brain is quite vivid because the click of your heels is drawing closer and closer with the smell of your sweet perfume.
Eddie puts the spray gun back on the cart next to him and stands up, facing you as you approach him. Eddie sighs, tipping his head to the side as he removes his gloves. This isn’t the first time he’s met you; no, he met you when he dropped the car off at your film set. You were kind and soft-spoken, with a pretty smile and voice that made Eddie’s chest erupt in butterflies he hadn’t felt in years. You were gorgeous then, and you’re gorgeous now, standing in front of him with that sinister little glint in your eyes.
You’re a pretty young thing, that much is obvious, but it doesn’t negate the fact that you crashed Eddie’s car.
“How can I help you, doll?”
You smile, tipping your head as you watch Eddie remove the mask from his face, tossing it onto the tool cart along with the disposable gloves. “Need a paint job for my new car. Wanted the best in town.” You sweetly say.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, “A paint job?”
You blink up at Eddie, pretty eyes and cute lashes batting up at him. God, you’re perfect. It's no wonder why the entire world is head over heels in love with you.
“You crashed my car, honey.” Eddie points out.
Your hopeful gaze falters then, lips dipping into a ghost of a frown, “It wasn’t my idea.” You respond. “You crashed my car. For a music video,” he drawls, “Do you know how much time I spent on that car?”
Bug seems to take that as his cue to leave because suddenly he’s tossing his tool in his toolbox and calling over his shoulder, “Goin’ to lunch, boss.” And there goes Eddie’s free lunch.
A flash of guilt passes through your eyes before you huff with a roll of your eyes, shifting to lean on one foot as you cross your arms over your chest, “It wasn’t your car.”
“It’s got my work written all over it.”
“Again, it wasn’t my idea.”
Eddie tilts his head, lips pouting as he shrugs mockingly, in a way. “But you went with it.”
Eddie had been slowly walking you backward across the empty garage, pressing and pressing until you reached his parked car, your body coming to a sudden stop with a hitch in your breath. You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes for the second time, “Well, I was filming a music video. I just do what they tell me to and look pretty— it’s kind of my job, Eddie.”
“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes fall to your lips for a split second.
You lick your lips, cocking your head to the side as you gaze up at him, “Obviously.”
Eddie’s lips twitch like he wants to smile, a smirk lingering in his tone as he mocks you, “Obviously.”
“You really don’t like my music?”
You feel like you’re losing your mind. Not only are you standing in the famous Munson’s Paint & Body garage, but you’re standing face to face with the Eddie Munson— famous former NASCAR driver and hot as fuck body man.
It’s like all those Sundays you spent back in high school watching him race as your dad bet money with his friends on who would win are flashing before your eyes. Okay, so you’re fangirling a little bit; who wouldn’t? It’s Eddie fucking Munson.
“Never said I didn’t like your music; I just don’t like the fact that you crashed my car.”
And well, you feel bad. You didn’t know the car would get hurled off a cliff in the middle of the California desert, but it was a little late to protest against that when it was flying through the wind at 90 miles per hour with literal flames decorating the wheels.
“I’m sorry,” you finally apologize. “I shouldn’t have let them destroy your car… which was technically my car for my music video.” You and Eddie share a playful gaze, but it’s soon overthrown with something lustful when Eddie reaches out, fingers toying with the waistband of your denim skirt. “You’re playing with fire, princess.” He lowly says.
You hum, tipping your head as he towers over you, bodies pressing against one another as you dance along the edge of the thick line of tension, “Wanna do something about it?” A sly smirk and glinting brown eyes have you weak in the knees, your body heating up like a fucking furnace as the man silently gazes at you.
It’s like the spread of wildfire when he presses his lips against yours, a warm hand coming up to cup your cheek as he presses you against the hood of his car. Your skirt is short, and it rides up when he maneuvers you further up the hood. You let out a shaky breath against his lips when the cool metal of the car meets the hot skin of your thighs.
You’d be lying if you hadn’t somewhat come here with the intention of getting your hands on the handsome older man— there’s no denying there was some kind of energy bouncing between the two of you when you briefly met him on the set of your music video. Eddie’s got a way of looking at you with daring yet respectful eyes that make you want to pounce— he had it then when you first met, and he has it now.
He’s pawing at you like he’s addicted, big hands grasping at your sides as he practically devours you. It’s sloppy and wet and so fucking addicting you wish you didn’t have to breathe so you could just keep kissing him.
He’s slinking his hands down to your thighs, hooking them into the crooks of your knees and pressing them up, spreading you wide for him as he kisses down your neck. He reaches one hand up, tugging down at your shirt to give him room to mark the swell of your breasts. Your breath hitches when your bare nipple meets the cool air, and he laves his tongue over it, “W-what about— fuck.” You whimper as Eddie hums, kissing further down your body and fully pushing up your denim skirt to mouth at your thighs. You press your thighs closer together, pressing up onto your elbows to gaze down at Eddie as he kneels between your legs.
“What about your employees?” You ask.
Eddie mouths at your thigh, kneading at the fat of your skin as he speaks, “Just me and Bug today. Open up, baby.” His brown eyes are like swirling hypnotic pools, and your body moves in accord with his directions, thighs parting to show him the damp material of your flimsy panties.
Eddie groans, leaning forward to drag his tongue up the damp spot before gently nipping at the material. He’s impatient, so he only hooks his thumb in the hem of the cotton and hooks it off to the side, keeping it pinned beneath his thumb so he has full access to your dripping cunt. He doesn’t waste time, laving his tongue from your opening up to your clit, teasingly running the tip of his tongue in circles over your sensitive bud just to hum at the pitiful whimpers and whines that escape your mouth.
Your eyes roll when he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking and licking and teasing until you’re fully moaning, reaching down to thread your fingers into his curly locks, knuckles curling at the root to gently tug him deeper into your cunt.
“Yeah, yeah,” He breathes, “Fuck my face, princess, there we go.” It’s so wet, his voice, so wet and eager and mind-numbingly gorgeous.
He teases two thick fingers at your entrance before sinking them into you and curling them in a come hither motion. Your legs twitch to close around his head, “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Eddie, I’m so close.”
You’re teetering on the edge, heat brewing in your lower tummy as Eddie devours you like it’ll be his last fucking meal. The lights overhead are bright, and there’s heavy metal playing from the shop speakers. Still, all you can bring yourself to focus on is the sinful drag of Eddie’s tongue up and down the entirety of your cunt, sticky strings of arousal and spit smearing all over your thighs and his face, and your moans increase in volume when he slinks a hand up to squeeze at your chest.
His fingers are gentle yet overwhelming as they pet at your sensitive spot, and before you know it, you’re body is tensing, and you’re coming around his thick digits, soaking his chin as you fail to keep your thighs open and sounds to a minimum.
Eddie doesn’t mind, though, it seems, because he only moans and nuzzles his face deeper into your pussy, greedily licking into you like it’s his last chance— and hopefully it’s not.
You must have spaced out because, between the immense pleasure and the sinfully beautiful sight of Eddie between your thighs, you seem to only come back to earth once Eddie places your panties back over your pussy, pressing a gentle kiss to your covered and aching clit.
He snickers when you twitch in overstimulation, “You’re real cute when you cum, you know?” He says before pressing a kiss into your thigh. You huff out a laugh, leaning on your elbows to watch as he stands up to hover over you, pressing his palms into the hood of the car on either side of your blissed-out body. “Thank you?” You say. Eddie laughs, eyes twinkling with admiration as he gazes down at you.
“I’ll cut you a deal, alright?” He starts. Though your mind is still foggy with the lingering effects of your orgasm, your eyes narrow in suspicion as you tell Eddie to continue. Eddie sighs, leaning in further, “You let me take you on a date, and I’ll paint your car— I’ll also forget all about you crashing my car.”
Even if you want to point out that the car wasn’t Eddie’s, yet again, you can’t help the giggle that slips from your lips as you give in and nod, “Okay. One date.”
Eddie beams, raising an eyebrow as he responds, “Yeah?” You want to lean in and kiss him, but you think the heat of the moment from before had been fuel to the boldness that you’re now lacking.
You nod before holding up your index finger, “One,” you stress, “No promises for a second. I don’t have another car for you to paint.” You joke, but Eddie only shrugs with a smug look.
“Sweetheart, I’ve got enough cars for you to last a lifetime of dates.”
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at long last
luke hughes x childhood best friend
2k words
Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and there was nothing I could do about it.
Following Luke to Michigan was a spontaneous choice made one drunken night the summer before our senior year, when Luke looked over at me stating that he couldn't believe I wanted to move to New York for school. Asking how I could go so far from him. In that moment I had made my mind up, I was going to Mich with him and nothing was going to stop me.
Back to the present moment, we’re currently cuddled up on the couch in the sophomore house living room, Luke talking to his teammates while I observe the party going on around us. Tonight the party was in full swing because Michigan had beat Penn State and Luke had scored four goals meaning the celebration was bound to go all night long. Looking around I notice Ethan, Mark, and Duker staring me down. Luke was too preoccupied talking to Adam and Luca to notice their staring. When I looked over again Ethan had motioned to the kitchen when he and the boys started making their way in. Catching the hint I start getting up before Luke stops me, “Bug where are you going.” Of course I can’t get away without my supposed guard dog noticing, “Just going to get a refill, do you want anything from the kitchen?” Luke shakes his head no and goes back to talking to the Fantilli boys letting me make my escape.
When I finally made my way into the kitchen the trio was already staring at the door waiting for my arrival, “when are you going to put him out of his misery and tell him you love him.” Dylan exclaimed, leaving me in shock. “Dylan, Luke and I are best friends, nothing more.” My statement made the three boys groan, “Oh come on we all know that's such bullshit, right Mark?” Ethan said while turning to Mark who had been silent, finally opening his mouth to say, “Bug you may not be able to admit it to yourself but it's pretty obvious to the rest of us that you both are hopelessly in love with each other.” Shaking my head and grabbing a seltzer out of the fridge I attempt to walk past the boys unscathed but Mark grabs my arm causing me to look up at him, “Just think about what we’re saying.” I nod before walking back to Luke where I see a pretty blonde sitting where I had previously occupied. Scoffing, I turn back to the three boys saying, “ya he looks so in love with me you guys.” I try escaping back into the kitchen but Luke notices my presence yelling, “Bug! Come meet Sofia.” The pull Luke has on me is massive because I find my feet walking in the direction of the large couch when that's the last place my heart wants to take me. Sofia looks over at me and smiles. Of course her smile is perfect, beaming at me with white straight teeth. When I reach the couch she leaps up giving me a hug exclaiming, “Luke has told me so much about you,” and before I can stop myself I mutter, “oh, well he hasn’t mentioned you.” Watching her smile start to drop I realize my mistake, “That was not meant to come out so rudely ignore me, how do you and Luke know each other?” I ask laughing and shaking my head hoping to diffuse the situation. It clearly works because she starts going on and on about a class the two of them share.
While Sofia talks I sit and listen with a solemn smile on my face hoping it's passing off as pleasant. Luke starts jumping into the conversation causing me to put my focus upon both of them and all I can see is this picture perfect couple. Sofia with her blonde hair and long tan legs that match perfectly with Lukes height. It dawns on me while sitting there how happy and relaxed Luke seems around Sofia, making me wonder if he’s keeping something from me. If he’s been keeping her a secret. Looking at our friends they all seem pretty comfortable around her, has she been here? Has she slept in his bed with him? The same bed we sit on and talk for hours, do they talk for hours too? Is what we share just limited to friendship? Feeling overwhelmed I interrupt the conversation stating that I need some air. Luke looks over at me with concern written all over his face, so I laugh it off and say, “It’s just so hot in here.” Luke clearly feels comfortable with my answer because he nods his head and says, “Come get me if you need me.” I give him a short nod saying, “Sofia, it was so nice to meet you, hopefully I’ll see you around later on,” She gives me another megawatt smile before nodding her head in response.
When I finally burst out of the house away from the hoards of people and my best friend who clearly loves someone else I let go of the breath I didn’t realize I was holding onto. It comes out of me shuddering as I lower myself onto the stairs taking deep soothing breaths, jumping when I feel someone rest their hand on my shoulder. Did Luke follow me outside? Looking up I realize it’s Mark, who's wearing a bleak look on his face. I start to frown realizing I must be so naive to believe Luke would follow me out here when he clearly is preoccupied by perfect Sofia. Mark takes a seat next to me on the stairs, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side. “Hey what's got you down? That excuse may have convinced Luke but not me.” Of course he notices, “You’re right, I love him.” I sigh and Mark barks out a laugh saying, “Ya, I know, I’ve known that since the day he introduced me to you.” I start laughing leaning into him more as he starts to rub my arm, “Bug, I really do think he’s in love with you too, we all see how he looks at you it's as if you hung the stars in the sky.” Mark comments “Who knew you were such a romantic marky,” my nickname making him groan, “not the nickname bug, you know I hate that.” Giggling I state “well I’ve been saying it since we were freshman and you haven’t stopped me yet.” I give him a puzzling look and his response is simple, “well I can’t tell you no it’s actually impossible,” making me laugh even harder and Mark joins in. Our laughter is interrupted by the door slamming shut causing us to both turn around. Luke stands by the door looking at us with an imperceptible look on his face, “oh hi Luke, you want to come join us.” I say while patting the space next to me. He rolls his eyes before spitting out, “no you look pretty occupied with Mark, no need for my company.” His tone shocked me, it was venomous. “Anyways I’ll leave you guys to it, I need another drink,” Luke states before stalking back into the house. Mark and I look over at each other, my shock written on my face while Mark has a knowing smile on his face. I go to stand up but Mark stops me, “wait don’t follow him. He clearly needs to cool off.” I nod my head in agreement and settle back into conversation.
I didn't see Luke until the end of the night. Mark had dragged me back inside a little while after Luke had left and we had been shooting the shit with Ethan. When I do see him he doesn't look like himself. He has a scowl on his face that's causing the room to feel tense and people to avoid eye contact, yet I’m unable to stop looking at him. Feeling my gaze he turns to me and says, “Bug we should go to bed” which is a statement everyone in the room is used to due to Luke and I having frequent sleepovers. Following his long strides up the stairs I start to feel unsure about what's going to happen when Luke closes the door. I’m standing in the center of his room when he starts rummaging through his closet before handing me one of his Michigan t-shirts and turning to close the door. When the door finally shuts I’m still standing there, shirt limp in my hands. “Why are you just standing there?” Luke exclaims, I don’t know if I should stay with him or if I should walk away. Finally finding my voice I tell him “Luke I think I’m going to go home,” gently setting the shirt on the bed and starting to walk past him when he suddenly reaches out and grabs my arm. The hold isn’t tight but it stops my movement turning my head up towards him, I find him staring down at me with an indescribable look on his face until he speaks and everything becomes clear. “Don't bug, please, stay with me” my head feels at war, I know I shouldn’t stay with him especially if he’s dating Sofia, but those puppy dog eyes always win. Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “what about Sofia? How would your girlfriend feel if I slept in the same bed as you,” Luke scoffs rolling his eyes before countering back with “she’s not my girlfriend, unlike you I don’t keep my relationship status a secret from my best friend.” His words run deep. Suddenly the conflict turns to anger, ripping my arm from his grasp I raise my voice and say “what the hell are you talking about Luke” I don’t even blink before he responds with “Mark.” I can’t help but let out a cackle, “Mark, you think I’m with Mark??” He obviously finds my response annoying because his face starts to morph into anger, “he was all over outside of course I think you’re with Mark.” I start to laugh even harder, the laughter sounding manic, “Luke how could I be with Mark when I’m in love with you.” Suddenly everything stops and my face drops.
The room is completely silent. Luke and I standing still, staring at each other. There’s no way I just said that. My face goes beet red and, with Luke distracted I start to make my escape. I have the door open when a hand pops out of nowhere and shuts it closed again. I can feel his presence behind me but I refuse to turn around and face him. Luke takes care of that for me, grabbing me and physically turning me around himself, “bug I need you to open your eyes,” I shake my head no and Luke prods again, “baby please look at me.” I fold and slowly peel my eyes open, when I finally look at him all I can see on his face is adoration, “can you say that again for me.” I know he’s not mocking me so I say it again “Luke, I’m in love with you,” his face stretches in a wide grin “I love you too pretty girl.” Relief floods my body and I sag into him when he wraps his arms around me. “I’ve been waiting to say that to you since we were 16, can I kiss you please,” I don’t even hesitate before shooting my body upwards, grabbing his face and crashing our lips together. The kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, soft and sweet but fiery all at the same time. His hands wrap around my lower back lifting me to him so he can kiss me deeper. Poking his tongue into my mouth I let him take the lead as he walked us back to his bed and sat down on the edge with me on his lap. His lips start to trail down my neck sucking and kissing everywhere he can touch, he finds my sweet spot causing a breathy whimper to escape my lips. Yanking his face back to mine I give him one more long peck before pulling away and staring into his eyes. I grin down at him before tucking myself into his neck and snuggling close. He kisses the top of my head before saying, “Why didn’t we do that sooner?” I snort before responding, “I have no idea but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.” Luke hums in agreement before standing up and heading into his bathroom with me trailing behind me. We get ready for bed in silence and Luke somehow manages to stay wrapped up in me while we do our nightly routines together.
Crawling into bed, Luke is quick to follow me, slipping into his side and pulling me to his chest. I snuggle into him as he drags his hand up and down my arm. Breathing deeply I let sleep overtake me while my thoughts are all about the man I’m in bed with. Next thing I know there’s bright light shining into my face, letting out a groan I slowly blink my eyes open and look around. When I look down I see an arm sprawled against my stomach and a hand resting over my boob. Smiling, I shake my head and quietly laugh at Lukes hold on me while I reach for my phone, my movement causing Luke to stir. “Mmmm go to sleep its early,” my sleepy boy grumbles before pulling me to him and sticking his face in my neck. I laugh louder now, amused by his antics before looking at the time, deciding it is in fact early I place a kiss on top of his curl before pulling the blanket closer to us. Luke clearly falls back asleep because I can feel his little puffs of air hit my neck making me squirm a little. Unable to close my eyes I find myself staring at my beautiful boy in complete disbelief that last night happened. Luke loves me, he loves the girl who cried when she fell in the mud in third grade, the girl who refused to wear skirts until the age of ten because she wanted to fit in with the boys, the girl who knew she loved him the minute he told her she was his good luck charm. Time goes by and I start to feel Luke kiss my neck before looking up at me and saying, “good morning baby,” in his sexy morning voice. My face starts to flush but I say good morning back before getting up to go make coffee. Luke whines but lets me walk out the door and down the stairs, where I find no one else awake. As I’m standing in the kitchen waiting for my coffee to brew I feel two strong arms entwine around my body and feel a curly mop brush against my cheek. Leaning back into him he starts to sway us as his grip tightens. Turning around I circle my arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him, Luke instantly reciprocates and deepens the kiss but the moment is ruined when a loud gasp rings off the kitchen walls.
Luke and I turn to face the door and see Mark standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. He looks like a kid opening presents on Christmas morning. With that excited gleam in his eyes he yells, “GUYS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW,” loud footsteps race down the stairs and into the kitchen, Luke still holding me to him when three other people join us in the kitchen. Ethan smirks and Dylan exclaims, “mom and dad!!” Mackie just rubs the sleep out of his eyes and smiles at us before heading back to his room. Mark is still grinning when he says, “I told you so.” Of course the cocky fucker has to rub this in my face. Rolling my eyes I go to respond but Luke beats me to it, “leave my girlfriend alone Estapa, it’s early save the teasing for later.” I can't help but pull back in surprise because Luke just referred to me as his girlfriend. “Girlfriend, huh?” Luke turns bright red before stuttering out, “well.. I uh I mean if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, it’s totally cool." I can’t help but pull him down for another kiss before whispering against his lips, “of course I’ll be your girlfriend you dork.” Luke smiles into my lips before kissing me again. Only stopping when Duker starts slow clapping which leads the rest of his roommates to follow along. “Look at you Hughesy, you got the girl,” Looking away from me he smiles and says, “ya I did, I got the girl.”
Staring up at my childhood best friend I realized two things. One, I could never imagine my life without him in it. Two, I was hopelessly in love with him and he felt the same way.
hope you enjoyed, this was my first fic so please be kind. feedback is always welcome :)
#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes#nj devils#umich hockey#luke hughes blurb#luke hughes fic#luke hughes fluff#luke hughes fanfic
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Seventeen Fic Recs (September 2023)
Hello everyone! I wanted to make an official post to share some of my favourite Seventeen x Reader fics that I’ve read lately, or ones that have continued to stay on my mind. I guarantee I’m going to miss a bunch of them because there are so many talented people on this website, but I plan to make another one of these soon!
(Also, a side plug for my own fics here. I’ve finally gotten around to posting some of my writing, and hope to continue, so if you want to have a browse and reblog/message me your thoughts, please feel free!)
@wqnwoos first up, I wanted to shoutout Hana for all of her writing. I’m going to include some of my favourite recent drabbles, but I literally love all of them, so please go read everything over on her blog. A couple of my faves here, here, here, here and here.
Secondly, I need to shoutout @savventeen: Savv!!! You know how I feel about your writing, and I need to include my favourite Dino fic of all time immediately or I WILL burst: Got My Heart in My Feet (Cause They Lead Me to You) aka one of my favourite fics in any fandom ever. I cannot express how many times I have read this.
The rest below the cut:
Promise Ring by @lovelyhan
- Dino x Reader, F2L royalty/fantasy au aka two of my all time favourite things put together, smut at the end
The Physics of Love by @cheolism
- As a DK bias, I have such a hard time finding DK fics, but this one… This is it. This is the one. DK x Reader, F2L (god, I really have a type)
Coming home by @fairyhaos
- DK x Reader, Established Relationship
Under the Collar by @miraclewoozi
- Go read this fic immediately, but don’t talk to me about it unless you want me to cry. DK x Reader, F2??
What? Like It’s Hard? By @starsstuddedsky
- THEE Hoshy fic. Hoshi x Reader, F2L/idiots-to-lovers, Star I love ur mind
These Endless Summer Nights by @blossom-hwa
- One of my favourite Hoshi x Reader fics. Absolutely stunning. S2L, smut if i recall correctly, summer romance
2.22AM by @secndlife
- Hoshi x Reader, F2??
Burn, Palace, Burn by @fairyhaos
- So this was written as part of the 2k celebration (!!!) and I loved it so much, but everything Yena writes is iconic tbh so go read them all. This one in particular is a Jeonghan x Reader historical/fantasy au and… hehehe. See for yourself
“I Know, But Don’t Say It” by @taetaespeaches
- Jeonghan x Reader, angst, ouchie, so good.
Heart is Full of Fairy Lights by @savventeen
- Another one by the inimitable Savv. Joshua x Reader, Friends/Roomates-to-Lovers
Golden Hour by @dkfile
- Joshua x Reader, F2L
you are my kingdom by @fairyhaos
- Jun x Reader, royalty au
Other People’s Weddings by @neoneun-au
- Seungcheol x Reader. Fake dating. Help
You say the stupidest (sweetest) things by @savventeen
- Seungkwan x Reader, F2L. Look, I know this wasn’t solely written for me, but it was requested by me, therefore I claim this as mine and Seungkwan’s life story. xoxo
On Idiocy, Bugs and the Prospect Of Forever by @wqnwoos
- Vernon x Reader, F2L, one of my favourite lil Vernon fics ever tbh
Every Page is Empty by @neoneun-au
- Another one of my favourite fics, ever. Vernon x Reader, F2L
Sure by @beahae
- Why am I just now realizing that all of my favourite fics are Vernon fics? No comment… Anyway! THIS FIC!!!!!!!!! Wow. WOW. Vernon x Reader, F2L, smut, absolutely stunning
Tidal by @eoieopda
- Vernon x Reader, established relationship, smut (it’s just smut but it’s SO CUTE HELP)
Don’t Sweat It by @miraclewoozi
- Aka the best Lee Jihoon fic ever written. Woozi x Reader, S2L, smut, I’m obsessed with them
The Spring to Your Smile by @wooahaes
- This is a link to all the members’ parts of this series. Loved every single one of them! Genre changes based on member :)
All of @nonranghaes little drabbles hit deep (go read them all) but here and here are two faves!!
A/N: awful, horrible, terrible Hao, Wonwoo and Mingyu slander here. I am so disorganized and couldn’t find any of the fics I wanted to post, so they will be back in earnest in the next one, I swear it.
#Seventeen masterlist#Seventeen fic#seventeen fic recs#seventeen angst#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen x you#fic rec masterlist
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For the event, imagine like rivals to lovers with scientist namjoon
Congrats on 2k!!!!!!!
thank you, baby!! 🤍 hope you like it! 🥺
petty behaviour
You're being a bit petty with Namjoon since the day he got promoted and not you. Being a bitch has consequences.
pairing: scientist!namjoon x scientist!reader
genre: rivals to lovers, co-workers au, eventual smut
warnings: reader's a bitch and namjoon can't stand her, a lot of slurs and curses lol, degradation, off-screen smut (gotta keep it short, im sorry 😔), 1k words.
a.n.: i know nothing about scientists 😭 but i know scientist namjoon is hot like fire 🔥 i definitely went with something umm... spicier, but you can't tell me there isn't chemistry between those two 😏
This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍
♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡
You don't hate Namjoon, you just don't appreciate him, it's different. Last year, when you thought you were going to get promoted, he stole it from you. He always steals everything from you as if you didn't work hard to earn it.
Why did your boss decide to give Namjoon the promotion instead? Because he's more loved by his co-workers, that's what everyone wanted, that he gets awarded and not you.
Right, you're not the most appreciable colleague they can have, you suppose it makes sense people prefer Namjoon, but that doesn't mean you didn't deserve the promotion.
You worked hard for it and it was practically in the pocket, your boss was totally over the moon with the progress you've made in the scientific world, but Kim Namjoon came with a groundbreaking theory and there was your promotion... flying away from your hands.
Since that, you never miss to send Namjoon a dirty look whenever he enters a room. That's childish of you, but you couldn't care less. You don't have a reputation to keep clean, unlike him, who every time you're being arrogant, he can't snap back.
You're rarely alone in the science labs and people would hear him if he said anything a bit mean to you. That can't happen, so he only side-eye you when you criticize his work habits or when you judge the way he analyzes samples.
It satisfies you to see his jaw clench and his hands forming fists because you know he finds you annoying. Even though you're aware envy and jealousy push you to behave this way, for once, you feel powerful.
Maybe it's a way to get revenge. You could argue that it's not necessary, that he deserved it as much as you did and no matter how petty you act, the promotion still won't be yours.
But there's something so relieving about anger, so intoxicating, it makes you want more, be meaner and even pettier. You want to see those eyebrows knit together, flames dancing in his eyes, his muscles flexing and his jaw clenching.
You want him to be mad, much angrier than you are.
That's why you're doing it again, now. It's late in the evening, most people have left and there are only the two of you in the lab.
The irony is you are both working on the same project... You weren't happy when your boss announced you were going to spend the next few days with Namjoon, but it could be a way to prove yourself to your superior and finally show that compared to your co-worker, you're much more hardworking.
"You're going to ruin the sample," you observe, eyes strained down on his hands where he manipulates the small glass plate. You stand beside him as he's sitting on a stool, doing tests and measurements.
He slowly looks up at you, the plate still secured between his long fingers, and the expression on his face almost makes you shudder from head to toe. You've been bugging him since this morning, you don't doubt he's completely tired of you now.
"I'm not," he replies coldly, looking into your eyes for much longer than necessary. When you think he's going to curse you back, he only glances down at his working table.
You feel frustrated that he isn't giving you the attention you wanted, the hate and the anger you needed to pull out from him in order to finally make him snap.
He fumbles through his notes, continuing his work instead of talking to you. Why does he have to be patient, so calm and not bicker back? You realize the lower you go, the higher he goes.
"I don't think the boss knew the risk he was taking by putting you on this project," you let out, leaning on the table and placing your other hand on your hip. "You're the reason why we can't make any progress, you're a burden on the team," you bite, and hard.
This is when he clenches his jaw, sharp and defined, his muscles contracting at how annoying you're being. He tries to hold himself back and you wonder what passes through his head right now, how many insults he throws at you mentally. This only encourages you to go farther.
"I'm surprised you still haven't been kicked off the project," you smirk. "They might prefer you over me, but they're all hypocrites. They know you don't deserve to be on this project. You better quit, it'll be less embarrassing for you."
You don't think you've gone too far before he raises from his seat and pins you against the table. You gasp out of surprise, not realizing what's happening until he grasps your jaw and forces you to face him. He presses hard on your cheeks, making your lips jut out.
He dominates you with all his height, making you feel small and insignificant, like he's dealing with a rock in his shoe. You look up at him, now acting like a coward, your mean attitude long gone.
"Aren't you tired of being a bitch with me all the time?" He asks, voice calm, not an ounce of anger behind it. "Or you're just so fucking needy of my attention you can't shut that petty mouth?" Namjoon adds on and gosh, why do you feel your core heating up.
You got what you wanted. He snapped and that's not what you've imagined at all. Even when mad, Namjoon won't yell at you. And you hate that he's right.
"You know what, sweetheart?" He slightly grins, staring down at you while having you trapped between him and the table, literally defenceless. "I think you're frustrated. Didn't get dick for a long time, got you acting like a fucking deprived slut."
He then turns you around and you don't say anything. What would you say anyway? Disagree with him when you're totally aroused by his lewd words? Were you unconsciously asking for his cock all this time? Maybe.
"But don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you need. You won't have to beg for my dick anymore."
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#🍑 [drabble game]#requests#bts fanfiction#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts drabble#namjoon fanfic#namjoon fanfiction#namjoon x reader#namjoon drabble
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Retrospective 2023 (3)
Haven't looked at numbers in a minute, and since my presence online has been super inconsistent (especially here) recently, I have no idea how this will end up looking. I've updated this sheet a couple of time during the year, but not in a way it tracks old numbers...
Because Tumblr has a limit of 20 images per post, I won't include the graphs here, like I did last year, but in this doc (for those interested).
Also, I realised I didn't even do celebration posts for milestones this year... And there were quite a few ;-; sorry
For the relevant projects, I've also included a more detailed recap of what's been done this year. All of it is under the cut.
The projects are ordered in date of release.
Forewarning, those stats are not a good representation of IF/Tumblr popularity. The numbers should not be taken as a baseline for comparison. There are many different factors that resulted in those, most of them being out of everyone’s control. I am only comparing myself to Past-Me.
2021 Releases
Status: Complete.
No major updates, since the game is complete. Only some maintenance fixes.
The source code of older versions is also available on my GitHub.
Stats:
5.475 total plays (+1.7k-ish)
30 ratings (+5), with an average of 4.4/5 (+0.1)
Inside 316 collections (+108)
Almost 2.3 views/play (+0.1)
Unsurprisingly, the interest for MtP is going down. The game is complete, has not and will not have new updates. It would surprise me if it would gain any traction at this point.
I expect the additional plays not to pass 600 by the end of 2024.
2023 Milestones:
5k plays
30 ratings
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Hiatus
I wanted to have an update for this project in 2023. It didn't happen.
There is actually quite a bit of work to do in the code, which I had started but didn't complete.
Stats:
40.326 total plays (+12k-ish)
97 (+28), with an average of 4.6/5 (-0.1)
Inside 2.679 collections (+913)
About 2.0 view/play (+0.1)
For a year without any update, I am honestly surprised so many people still played the game this year (average of 30 plays/day). I'm very grateful about it, nonetheless.
Hopefully, I'll have something to show for this year!
2023 Milestones:
30k + 40k plays
75 ratings
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Hiatus
This was another project I had planned to complete this year and... didn't. I managed to write a bit for the game, but nothing that would warrant an update.
Stats:
2.203 total plays (+760)
13 ratings (+2), with an average of 4.3/5 (+0.1)
Inside 126 collections (+38)
Went to 2.9 view/play (+0.2)
There were a few jumps in interest in Exquisite Cadaver this year, especially considering there were, once again, no updates (especially at the start of April). But nothing very substantial...
I'm honestly pretty happy peeps still enjoy the game, because the whole thing is a bit strange xD
2023 Milestones:
2k plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
2022 Releases
Status: Completed
Absolutely nothing has been happening with this game, not even a bug fix or anything. When I get back to this project, it will be for a complete re-haul. Which won't happen in a long while.
Stats:
3.205 total plays (+790-ish)
19 ratings (+4), with an average of 4.3/5 (=)
Inside 293 collections (+90)
About to 2.2 view/play (+0.1)
2023 Milestones:
3k plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Completed
There was a plan to fix the issues in the game AND add new content. But, if you've followed me this year, you've seen... nothing happened!
Honestly, a whole re-code of the game is needed at this point.
Stats:
1.458 total plays (+785)
16 ratings (+6), with an average of 4.5/5 (+0.3)
Inside 103 collections (+59)
About 2.1 view/play (=)
The lack of blowing up stands on two things: the game is not that good... and I don't really have an intro post peeps can share...
2023 Milestones:
1k plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Ongoing
Out of all the WIPs I have, this one got the most progress. It got two major updates during the first half of the year (one of which included a maze!). The second had been spent working especially on Chapter 5 (it's a chunker) and starting Chapter 6 (for MelS).
We are trying to wrap up the project for 2024.
Stats:
9.379 total plays (+6.4k-ish) (so close…)
56 (+28) ratings, with an average of 4.8/5 (=)
Inside 783 collections (+444)
About 1.9 view/play (+0.1)
A pretty decent growth for the game, though it is not always consistent. Most interest in the project happens during updates (duh), with some dozen returning players weekly. I don't think it will ever reach the level of CRWL, but it is doing pretty well considering the genre.
2023 Milestones:
5k plays
50 ratings
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Completed(-ish)
Until the first anniversary of this project (coinciding with the EctoComp once more) this game was in French only. Since last October, it was re-written to include more rooms inside the house, and a proper ending beat. It was then translated into English, and the whole thing was recoded.
There are still a few kinks I need to handle, but it is essentially complete.
Stats:
252 total plays (+181)
1 rating with 5 stars (=)
Inside 13 collections (+7)
About 4.9 view/play (-0.7)
Unsurprisingly, there was little to no interest in the game. The page was visited a bunch of times, but few people clicked (probably because it was in French. Since the translation, more users have checked out the game and played it.
I don't really expect much more interest from players, unfortunately...
2023 Milestones:
100 + 250 plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Oh... it doesn't have a page... omg.. stpid me.
Status: Completed
This year, the game was re-edited, translated to French, and recoded - a proper remaster including sound!
And another game I can call complete and shelved!
Stats:
605 total plays (+270-ish)
10 ratings (+3), with an average of 4.8/5 (+0.1)
Inside 31 collections (+17)
About 3.2 view/play (+0.1)
I am not shocked to see this, honestly. It's a short meme game around a gimmick mechanic that gets old pretty quickly. Still, some interest made in late last June (somehow???) and when I published the remaster in autumn.
2023 Milestones:
500 plays
10 ratings
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Ongoing
At the start of the year, I updated this game to add a tiny bit of content (a few passages) and ensured it could be played on mobile.
And published a template from this UI.
There was more content written for the game, as well as mechanics coded, but nothing is coherent enough (or devoid of bugs) to be playable.
Stats:
500 total plays (+333 !!!)
4 ratings (+4), with an average of 5.0
Inside 39 collections (+28)
About 3.0 view/play (+0.5)
Combined a tiny demo with a pre-set character, a not super popular genre, not much to do or little replayability... and you get this.
I'll just check back when the game is actually complete :P
Honestly, I'm just glad some peeps caught the inspiration for P-RIX.
2023 Milestones:
500 plays !!!!
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
(oh and it has both an intro post and an IFDB page now!)
2023 Releases
Now that we are going into the new releases, there is less comparing, and more putting down the base.
Status: Completed
Biggest high of this year!
Released the game in January, won the comp in March, was interviewed shortly after, remastered the whole thing during the summer break (which included a total re-haul of the UI, an English translation, and increased content).
Hands down my best game of the year.
Stats
967 total plays
7 ratings, with an average of 5.0
Inside 68 collections
About 3.1 view/play
Lots of views on the game page without plays for the longest time, because, up until the remaster, the game was only available in French. Things picked up then the remaster was uploaded (though it coincided with the IFComp).
The game is also not available for mobile play due to its interface...
2023 Milestones:
Won the French Comp!
100 + 250 + 500 plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Hiatus
The first Act of the story was created for the SeedComp! (which didn't win anything because I organised it, and it would have been unfair :P ).
There was a plan to complete the game after the SeedComp! was over, but that didn't pan out. I have notes for it, though a re-write of Act 1 may be necessary...
Stats:
633 total plays
5 ratings, with an average of 3.6
Inside 46 collections
About 2.6 view/plays
While bummed by the average, Not surprised. The game is incomplete and plays on the noir codes, which are... something (also the twist is silly). I'll pay a bit more attention to it when the game is actually complete :P
Also... It never got an intro post....
2023 Milestones:
100 + 250 + 500 plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Complete
Released for the SpringThing in the Main Garden, this game was supposed to be updated by the end of last year and... it ended up needed a lot more work than expected. I am still working on it.
This was my attempt in experimenting with Twine, creating a parser with a non-parser program.
It... didn't work all that well as a conventional parser, but it worked pretty well for other peeps.
Stats:
650 total plays
5 ratings, with an average of 5.0
Inside 56 collections
About 2.8 view/plays
Honestly, not bad considering this is a weird parser, that worked eh and still has some issues.
I won't ever expect it to blow up, honestly, but it's nice to see a play or two popup on my screen sometimes.
2023 Milestones
100 + 250 + 500 plays
PLAY | INTRO POST | RATE | REVIEW
Status: Complete-ish
Created for a French Jam where I could not choose the program, the game was then upgraded and translated into English for the Text Adventure Literacy Jam a few weeks later. It was my first proper parser game (and made with Adventuron).
I still need to fix some issues and typos with the English version, and retranslate back into French...
Stats:
The game has currently two pages: French and English
160 (58+88) total plays
4 ratings, with an average of 5.0 and 4.0
Inside 4 collections
About 2.8 view/plays
No surprise here. Parsers are not popular on itch. (I should maybe add it to the textadventure.co.uk website....)
PLAY FR - EN | INTRO POST | RATE FR - EN | REVIEW
Assets and Other Tiny Games
Loads happened with this sections this year, with the addition of 5 new templates, and a whole Guide for SugarCube.
In January, the Setting Template was added - with the Space-Tech UI one following at the end of March, the VN-lite UI one in July, the Character Creator in November, and the Title Page UI in December.
The Guide was released in two periods, with a pre-release before the summer, and a complete one mid-december (which included a download point).
As of last month, all templates are also available on Github, and the Guides are all "playable" on itch.
CScript to SugarCube Guide/Folder
105 downloads (114 plays)
4 rating at 5 stars
Inside 36 collections
Get it here.
Tweego Ready to Use Guide
425 downloads (51 plays)
1 rating at 5 stars
Inside 6 collections
Get it here
Note: this guide got its own page in November of this year, despite being available since 2022
SugarCube Guide
1.300 "plays" (76 download)
11 ratings at 5 stars
Inside 102 collections
Get it here
Templates
2105 downloads
25 ratings, with an average of 5.0
Inside 274 collections
Get them here
After the release of Le Jeu de la Dévotion in late December 2022, I've been participating in other game jams with tiny entries. While one did get a bit more interaction than even my larger piece (Collision, wtf), little really happened to warrant a proper section (they are really tiny!).
And so these were released:
April 2023: À la Campagne [English]
June 2023: Clarence Street, 14, Collision, Intersigne [English + French]
Aug 2023: Le Diner [English]
Oct 2023: In the Blink of an Eye [English + French]
Nov 2023: Tower of Sleep [English] <- BINKSI :D
Dec 2023: Dévoiement [French]
2023 Overall Graph
Ok I lied, one graph:
Compared to last year, the graph is less very high peaks and very low down time (with a slow increase), but a more consistent base (higher than last year) with some moderate peaks for releases (namely Harcourt's and DOL-OS).
The downloads have boomed, but that's because of the templates...
The increase of overall small releases (with jam/comp entries) probably helped in this staying a bit consistent (though I could do a better job at hyping up releases before and after they happen here and in other places). It would probably have looked much different if my release focus was somewhere else (like CRWL).
And that's it for stats (I'm skipping the follower/note counts)!
The 2024-plan is next!
#manonamora#retrospective#2023#year in review#games#indie dev#assets#twine#interactive fiction#interactive games#I can't tag all the projects anymore#because Tumblr has a limit of 20...#milestones#stats
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Congratulations on 2k Quinn!!! Could I request for your celebration #60 on your spin the bottle for Johanna please.
winter bug (Johanna Mason)
warnings; swearing
wc; 1.4k
prompt; 60. One of them is sick.
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By far, the worst time of year to be dating Johanna is during the winter. Every single year without fail, she somehow catches the nastiest bug that’s going around in Seven. You always end up stuck taking care of her, and she’s not the easiest to be around when she’s absolutely miserable.
She must have it in her head that if she can’t be happy, then neither can you. It’s almost like she goes out of her way to make sure that you’re feeling the same way she is. It might be spite, it’s rare that you come down with any flu. Your immune system is crazy, and a part of it might have to do with the way you grew up.
You don’t fear bacteria, the bacteria fears you.
The good news is that you’ve grown used to Johanna’s sick routine. You practically have it marked and circled on your calendar because it’s like clockwork. She’ll get sick once in the early winter, and a couple months later, she’ll get it in the spring due to mild allergies.
That’s why you normally have a stock of essentials for her in your house. You’ll keep her favorite dry foods in the cabinets, always on hand if she comes down with a stomach bug. You have cold medicine in your bathroom closet. She loves comfortable clothes and soft blankets because her skin feels sore.
You have it all memorized down to the very last detail. It’s not an obsession, it’s an artform. And Johanna still can’t wrap her head around why you care this much. She doesn’t understand what she’s like during that week, how badly you get the urge to strangle her until her head pops off her shoulders.
Unfortunately, you cleaned out your supply last year, when you were sure that Johanna was going to die in your bedroom. You took her to the hospital twice, and both times they told you she was overreacting. She gave you this I-told-you-so look and then spent the last couple of days resting. By the following weekend, she was back on her feet and terrorizing Blight.
You’ve been too busy to restock it since. And you’ve honestly forgotten about it each time you went back to the store, always aiming to buy something else. It’s not a priority until it is, and that’s why you’re trying to pull together a comfort backset for Johanna before all the stores close and you’re left to her insufferable complaining.
You love her, you really do. And you’re a fantastic girlfriend for doing this for her every year, but if it were up to you, you’d snap your fingers and have her be well again in an instant. There’s nothing worse than sitting at her bedside, listening to her bitch about how bad the cough medicine tastes.
It’s not supposed to taste good, Johanna. If it tasted good then you’d never stop drinking it because you’d think that you’d get better faster. She did that with cough drops before, taking them one after another like they were candies. And now she can’t even look at a bag without violently gagging and screaming at you to get it out of the room before she puked.
You warned her that would happen, and yet she went and did it anyway. You don’t know why you bother with her.
The shopping bags are getting heavier with every passing minute. You fix them over your shoulder, hoping that it’ll hold off the pain for another fifteen minutes. You went pretty deep into the shop alleyway, and now you’ve got to walk all the way out and get back to Victor’s Village.
You left when the sun had already set, the street lights flickering but on. They were supposed to be fixed a couple of months ago, and then they weren’t. The fund for them suddenly disappeared and you guys could afford to fix the Justice Building for the tenth time this year.
The Mayor of District Seven is a disgusting cheat. There’s been a couple of times where you got into a nasty spat with him. He’s angry that you can see right through his character, and you’re pissed that he still chooses to be an ignorant asshole about how he treats the people that live here.
You don’t want to walk home in partial darkness. The light bulbs have gone so bad that half of them are out. It’s a good thing that crime isn’t really a thing here, or you’d have to wait until daylight to do anything.
The walk home is quiet, there are only a few people out wandering still, on their way home from the lumber yard. They break off sooner than you do, heading into their own neighborhoods, while you have to walk the furthest. Victor’s Village is the most secluded in order to give a sense of privacy and luxury.
In reality, it’s a ghost town. Kids don’t come anywhere near it, afraid that you’ll jump out with jagged teeth to eat them. It can be lonely, but the village stays clean. The fountain isn’t littered, beside the few coins that you’ll occasionally toss in to make a wish. There’s no garbage in the bushes or around the trees. It’s quiet too. Victor’s Village is perfectly peaceful, after you survive something so horrific and scarring.
Also, the mayor has to keep replacing the light bulbs here, because the Capitol likes to take pictures of the neighborhood each year with you guys standing out front. It’s like an update to the citizens, a reminder to show them how many from each district has won so far. And for the dead victor’s, they’ll have a minute of silence to commemorate them.
It’s nice that they pretend to care sometimes.
As you walk up the steps of the house, you can see that the lights inside the living room are turned on. Your curtains are drawn shut to keep prying eyes from seeing what goes on inside. It doesn’t stop the sliver of light from creeping out, leaving a streak across the porch.
You open the door slowly, trying not to be loud. You’re hoping that Johanna fell asleep in the hour that you were gone. She’s been delirious, you’re afraid that her fever’s going to skyrocket and you’re going to have a repeat of last year. You hardly got any sleep, and you got the biggest headache for three days after from the amount of caffeine that you consumed.
Johanna is, in fact, not asleep on the couch. She flips her dark hair back, head turning to make sure that she’s hearing the door correctly. Her eyebrows are drawn together, mouth in a frown. There’s a ring of red around her nose because of the amount of tissues she’s been using.
“Hey,” You murmur.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” She tells you, voice nasally.
You let out a laugh, shutting the door, “I was gone for about an hour, you’re fine.”
“It felt like a lifetime to me.” She pulls the throw blanket around her shoulders, getting to her feet so she can follow you into the kitchen, “I’ve been starving, too.”
You roll your eyes, “Okay, I’ll get started right away.”
While you pull out the essentials, Johanna leans against your back, cheek pressed against your shoulder. She lets out an occasional hum when you show her one of her favorite soups, or a dessert that she particularly likes. You know she’s got to be tired by now, she was up early this morning, locked in the bathroom.
“Which one do you want?” You ask, motioning to her canned options.
“Chicken noodle.” She murmurs, “No dessert, I think I’ll puke it up.”
“Good choice.” You say, she backs off of you, reaching for the fuzzy pajama pants and the new blanket.
“These are cute.”
She wanders away, presumably to the bathroom, because you hear the door shut a couple of seconds later. You empty the cans of chicken noodle soup into a pan, turning the flames to the stove on while you try to find a spoon to stir it with. A minute later, Johanna comes out.
You turn in time to see her stupid pose, hands on her hips, “It’s comfy.”
“You like them?” You smile.
“Yeah,” She tosses the new blanket onto the couch, “Thank you, (Y/n).”
“You know that it’s no problem, Johanna.” You laugh, “I love you.”
She doesn’t say it back right away, coming to join you in the kitchen again, “I love you too.” She waits until you look over at her, “Thank you for staying.”
You make a face at her, “You know you’ll have to kill me to get rid of me, right?”
“Likewise.”
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eddie/wedding/tequila 🍻
Drunk Eddie is my favorite Eddie to write hehehe 💚
Warnings: alcohol consumption, Eddie is absolutely plastered, allusion to smut
WC: 989
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The band plays the final note of The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” and begins the opening chords of “Truly Madly Deeply.”
“Okay, let’s slow things down for all the lovebirds out there,” the lead singer croons into the mic. “Grab your sweetheart and bring ‘em onto the dance floor.”
You make your way over to your table and extend your hand. “May I have this dance?” you ask sweetly, frowning when the metalhead shakes his head. A lock of his curly brown hair comes loose from the bun at the nape of his neck. “Why not?”
“I’d love to,” Eddie slurs, taking another sip of his drink, “but ‘m married to the love of my life. I only wan’ dance with her.”
Stifling a giggle, you sit in the chair next to him and rub his back. “I know that. Because I’m your wife, Eddie.” You motion to the diamond on your ring finger and the silver band on his. “We’ve been married for two years.”
“No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “That’s awesome. ‘Cause you’re, like, s’fucking beautiful.” He gasps. “Holy shit, my wife is beautiful!”
The scent of tequila wafts from his breath, and you crinkle your nose. “Eds, how many shots did you and Robin do?”
Eddie whines and throws his head back. “Don’t make me do math at a party!” He rests his head on your shoulder and grabs your hand, placing it atop his scalp. “Can you give me scratches?”
You oblige, kissing just above his ear. “C’mon, puppy dog,” you tease. “Let’s get you back to the hotel room.” Starting to help him up, you spot Steve making his rounds, bow tie undone and face flushed from dancing. You send up a silent prayer that Eddie won’t attract his attention, but it must get intercepted.
“Harrington!” your husband calls out. Multiple guests turn to face you; it is a Harrington wedding, afterall. “Get over here, big boy!” He stumbles towards the groom and claps a ringed hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, buddy,” Steve says with a chuckle. “Y’havin’ a good time?”
“The best.” Eddie is fully leaning on his friend now, and you mouth Sorry in Steve’s direction. “Dude, my wife is so hot.”
You bury your head in your hands; your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. “Let’s go, Eddie,” you insist, grateful that Steve appears unfazed by the comment.
“Stevie, you ever been in love?” Eddie asks, suddenly serious. His eyes are glassy and half-lidded; it’s only a matter of time before he falls asleep.
Steve looks around at the hotel ballroom, eyebrows raised. “Uh, yeah. I just got married, like, three hours ago. You were a groomsman.”
“Shit, yeah!” Eddie sounds as though he’s receiving brand-new information. “Congrats, man. Anyway,” he presses on, ignoring you tugging on his sleeve, “I jus’ want you to know that I, Eddie Munson, am also in love. With this girl right here.” He flails his free arm around until he finds your waist and pulls you into him.
“Well, I’m, uh, happy to hear that,” Steve manages, and you shoot him another apologetic glance before dragging Eddie to the elevator and into the hotel room. You can’t turn the key fast enough.
Eddie flops onto the bed, still fully dressed in his tuxedo and shoes. You take a moment to appreciate the silence before he pipes up:
“We gotta beat Steve.”
Despite your better judgment, you respond with an incredulous, “what?”
“We gotta beat Steve,” Eddie repeats. “We got married, but now he’s married, too. So we’re not winning anymore.” He pouts for a millisecond before sitting up suddenly, steadying himself on the sheets. “We should have a baby!”
You burst out laughing. “Babe, I love you. But I am not bringing new life into this world just so you can win some imaginary competition against Steve.”
“Fine,” Eddie slumps down, defeated.
You figure that will be the end of the discussion, but you should know better at this point. You’re rifling through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas when you hear the mini fridge door open.
“What are you doing now?” you hiss.
“‘M wooing you so you’ll have my baby,” he hiccups, pulling out a small bottle of Patrón and unscrewing the cap. “I call this one the ‘wraparound.’” Eddie proceeds to drag the bottle around his head, spilling tequila everywhere. “Oopsie daisy!” He cackles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
You pluck the half-empty bottle from his grasp and set it on the nightstand. “Eddie, get out of those clothes and Go. To. Bed.” you say through gritted teeth.
Eddie snorts. “If you wanna see me naked, you gotta take me out to dinner first.” But he obliges, sleeping as soon as his head hits the pillow.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you snuggle in next to him. He rarely drinks beyond an occasional post-work beer, so you’re glad he let loose tonight. You just wish you didn’t have to babysit him.
Eddie stirs, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist. “My sexy lil’ wife,” he mumbles. “Prettiest girl ‘ve ever seen.” He nestles into the crook of your neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you, too, Eds,” you tell him, brushing the stray hair from his face and kissing his forehead. “Get some rest, okay?”
“Mhm,” he hums. “Big day tomorrow. Gotta make a baby so we can beat Harrington.”
“Yeah, okay,” you reply tersely, rolling your eyes.
But the next morning, after a cup of black coffee and two Advil, Eddie’s ushering you back into bed.
“I was serious about that baby, sweetheart,” he muses. “And not because of a contest with Steve.”
You smile, bringing your lips to his soft, plush ones. “Really?”
“Really,” he affirms, climbing on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. “But if there was a contest, we would totally be the superior couple.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
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Okay, hear me out. The reader has a birthday in the summer and boyfriend!Steve is throwing her a little surprise bd party somewhere outside of Hawkins, along with Eddie, Robin and the kids 🥹🥰
thanks for your request!! — the one where steve harrington and the rest of the gang try hopelessly to celebrate the grump of the group (grumpy!reader, established relationship, 2k)
bug's summer fic fest ♡
A heart-shaped cake sits on top of a rotting park bench.
It’s obviously homemade, slathered with sage green icing that’s visibly uneven — bare in some places and thicker in others. Your name is written on the very center in a darker shade of juniper. At least, you’re pretty sure it’s supposed to be. The letters are sloppy and nearly illegible. It could say anything really, and you’d have no way of knowing.
Several smaller hearts are dotted around the top and the sides, looking more like gloopy circles and poorly drawn birds. You figure they were added as an afterthought, perhaps to distract from the various dents around the edges of the cake.
Despite all that — or maybe because of it — your heart swells with an inhuman sort of warmth.
You didn’t think people cared enough about you to bake a cake for you. Or to throw a surprise party for you. Honestly, you didn’t think anyone besides Steve even knew it was your birthday. The thought makes your chest feel tight, a healthy mixture of mirth and panic.
Several faces smile expectantly at you. You blink owlishly back at them. The twittering sounds of nature fill the anticipatory silence.
“Sorry,” you apologize in a half-sincere monotone, fidgeting awkwardly on the wooden bench seat. “I just… I never know how to respond when a group of people sing Happy Birthday to me.”
Steve smiles and smoothes a palm up and down your spine. His honey eyes flit between your profile and the burning striped candles on top of the cake. “I think most people usually blow out the candles at this point, babe.”
“Yeah,” Robin concurs from across the bench, sitting squarely on the edge to fit beside Dustin and Eddie. Her blue eyes widen as her maroon-tinted mouth quirks slightly upward. “If they burn too low, they’ll set the cake on fire.”
Eddie beams at her words. His chocolate eyes dart between Robin, the cake, and you. “Wait… That actually sounds kinda cool,” he lilts with a soft chuckle.
“No! Not cool!” Dustin argues in response. His bushy brows pinch together in disdain and his nose scrunches at the thought. “We worked hard on this cake, okay? So let’s maybe not ruin it—”
“I thought it was already ruined?” you blurt before you mean to.
The curly-haired boy snaps his attention from Eddie to you, equally as confused as you seem to be. “What?”
You shrug with a flat face. “I don’t know… I thought you guys, like, dropped it on the way over here or something.”
You’re too kind to be mean, too aloof to realize how insensitive you sound.
You thought it might’ve been the perfect explanation for why the cake looked so… messy. Dustin was a perfectionist to boot, and Max commanded the boys like it was her job to do it. With their forces combined, you figure they could make just about anything five-star bakery-worthy.
This heart-shaped cake in front of you isn’t perfect. It looks more like what would happen to a sheet of paper if you gave toddlers a bunch of finger paint. Because they weren’t trying to make it flawless at all. They were making something sweet for you and having fun together while doing it.
You can imagine the kids laughing as they flick flour at one another and smear green icing on each other’s cheeks. Your chest warms all over again. Your heart glows with a happiness you often keep hidden.
“Considering it’s your birthday, I am actively choosing not to take offense to that statement,” Dustin responds after a beat of silence, a sincere smile on his boyish features.
“We made it ourselves, actually,” Lucas tells you with his own grin. He sits adjacent to the former boy, shoulder-to-shoulder with Max. Despite the many inches of space on either side of them, his bare arm brushes against her freckled one.
“That makes sense,” you mutter to yourself.
Steve exhales a laugh from beside you. His broad hand squeezes gently at your shoulder. “Blow out the candles, babe. Before you actually do set the cake on fire.”
Your chest inflates with an inhale that you blow out through your mouth. The flickering orange flames shift sideways for a moment before turning into wisps of gray smoke.
The group around you starts to applaud. Some of them cheer quietly for you. It makes your brows furrow with distant contempt. You shrink into yourself, not made to be easily celebrated.
Steve smacks a kiss to your cheek, then. His plush, pink lips smush against your skin and pull into a beam a second later. His eyes sparkle with the sunshine expression when you turn to look at him.
His arm curls more intently around you to hold you closer. Even though you make no move to hold him back, you melt into him just the same. His smile widens when he feels you grow heavier against him — much less tense than you usually are.
“What’d you wish for?” he wonders with his brows raised.
In a deadpan, you answer. “That goes against the philosophy of wishes, Harrington.”
“Right,” he concurs in a scoff. You feel his chest rumble with breathy laughter. It makes you lean further into him before you realize you’re doing it.
Steve notices, though — rather quickly, because physical affection never did come easily to you. His already wide smile grows somehow fuller. His nose smushes into your hair when he pressed a kiss to your temple.
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The cake quickly disappears as everyone cuts themselves a slice and downs it with vigor. It’s less about being dreadfully hungry and more about there being something innately delicious about homemade pastries.
Dustin tells you he calculated the recipe himself — comparing the backs of several cake mix boxes and what he knew you liked best. That, along with Max’s strangely distinct cheffing ability, created the perfect cake.
It was just dense enough, just sweet enough, just soft enough.
Despite its mess, it was undeniably made with love.
When Steve dismisses himself to get the cooler of drinks he left in his car, you take your slice of cake with you. You hold the festive plate in one hand and a plastic fork in another. Blanketed by shade at the side of the vacant road, you confess with green icing on the corner of your mouth — “Can we go home now?”
Steve huffs as he drops the heavy cooler on the grassy trail. He rises with a furrow to his brows.
“What? We just got here,” he answers with a soft chuckle, reaching his arm out for you. His knuckles brush gently at your chin as his thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth.
The action is too quick for you to dodge. Your features scrunch in disgust when he licks the rouge icing from the pad of his finger.
“We haven’t even finished eating yet.”
“But it’s so hot,” you gripe, face twisted in a distant pout. “And there’s, like, a million things I’d rather be doing.”
“Well, that’s rude,” the boy jokes with his head tilted to his shoulder.
“Everyone just, like… keeps talking to me. And looking at me. I don’t like it— it’s weird.”
Steve smiles, pink and lopsided. “God forbid someone pays a little attention to you every now and then, huh?”
“You do it enough,” you grouse like you’re not grateful for how much he loves you. Your face is fixed in a deadpan to conceal the adoration you have for the boy in front of you. Your eyes twinkle with all of it, anyway. “I don’t need anybody else to give me attention.”
Steve’s chest swells — with pride, perhaps, or maybe with how much he loves you. A healthy mixture of both, maybe.
“Damn right, you don’t,” he singsongs lowly before leaning down to kiss you. His soft lips press against your scowl. He feels like the white puffy clouds above you and tastes like the blue sky surrounding them.
You don’t want to lean into them, still a bit pouty in your way.
You regret not kissing him harder the second he pulls away from you.
He picks up the cooler and flashes you a soft, sympathetic grin. “C’mon, babe. Just a little while longer, okay? And then I’ll take you home. I promise.”
He’s about to walk away from you, turning on the heel of his dirty sneaker and expecting you to follow him.
You don’t, though. You cross your arms over your chest and stand in one place, calling out for him before he can get too far. “Wait!” you blurt, still quiet in your plea.
Steve stills. He turns back to you, his brows raised expectantly. “Yeah?”
A beat of silence passes. You shift your weight on your feet and hold yourself tighter, letting the sounds of chirping birds and rolling breezes fill your quiet until you can find the words — the courage to say them, more like.
“That wasn’t my wish,” you confess gently.
You don’t say anything more than that, despite how vague it sounds. You expect him to understand you without having to plead for him outright. He usually does, though sometimes he loves to hear you beg.
Now, he’s just purely confused.
“What do you mean?” he presses, not teasing you, just trying to understand you better.
“When I blew out the candles,” you explain, monotoned and still slightly pouting. “I wished that… you’d kiss me.”
That wasn’t entirely true.
Actually, you wished that all of this would be over a lot quicker than how dreadfully slow it was going.
You loved your friends, you really did, but you were not the same extroverted being who loved surprises that your boyfriend was. You’d much rather pretend you weren’t another year older and spend the day in bed, wrapped like a present in Steve’s arms.
And you don’t mean to lie about all that, but you don’t know how else to ask for another kiss.
You’re still learning how to be more openly affectionate with him — how to let Steve be more affectionate with you. He’s learning how to give you more space just the same. He can be too suffocating at times, he’s found, and his relationships have wilted like a dying flower accordingly.
You’re both looking for that sweet spot, the exact middle between too clingy and too distant. You’ve found that in each other in a lot of ways. The two of you bring a bit of both that balances you out perfectly.
Your words make Steve melt.
He exhales a sharp laugh through his nose, chest swelling with so much love that it hurts him. His nose scrunches as he walks the short distance back to you. “Well, what kinda douchebag would I be if I didn’t let my girl’s wish come true on her birthday, huh?”
He drops the cooler at his feet again, and it crunches beneath the green grass. Melted ice and canned soda swish audibly from within it as he takes you in his arms. In the cool shade, his wide palms smooth around your hips to warm you like the summer sun.
You keep your arms crossed over you like you didn’t just beg him to be this close, still holding your plate in one hand.
“A huge one,” you answer, voice as flat as your face as you blink up at him. “You already are, actually.”
“Says the girl asking me to kiss her,” Steve jokes with a crooked grin.
Though your own smile threatens to quirk the edges of your lips, you fight to keep it hidden. “I take it back,” you quip at his teasing.
You’re lying, but he already knows that.
“No, you don’t,” he lilts with the shake of his head. He beams at you, perhaps too fondly than you deserve, and leans down once more to give you exactly what you wanted.
His pink lips lock with yours in a mixture of vivid hues. He tastes like sweet cake and sweeter soda. The rough pad of his tongue licks against your mouth to get a taste of you, too. It’s as soft and sweet as you’re still learning how to be.
#published by bug#steve harrington x reader#stranger things x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington imagine#stranger things imagine#stranger things#steve harrington#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#st drabbles#stevie drabbles#bug's summer fic fest!
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TEST RUN IS OFFICIALLY IN EARLY ACCESS
It's been such a blast writing Test Run, and I'm happy to say it's finally out in early access over on my Patreon! It's available now for Devotees and higher, and will be available on May 7th for Hedonists. The public release will be May 10th at 5PM ET.
Test Run is 25k words, and you'll accompany KC on your first mission with the Lamplighters- one of her guys has been kidnapped by a gang called the Motorheads. She promises it'll just be a quick operation, dropping off the ransom and picking up Ozzy. However, it might not wind up going quite that smoothly.
The update also contains several large bug fixes and quality of life changes, in particular the addition of condensed location descriptions to reduce the amount of scrolling you've got to do when you're walking around.
To celebrate the first big update, I've also released several other goodies over there, including...
Part one and two of a four-part series of short stories about Levi's life. That's over 2k words about why this man is soooo fucked up
An artwork inspired by last month's short story, featuring everybody's favourite doctor doin' a little kiss with somebody who might (or might not) surprise you
The poll to decide which lead gets worked on next! Patrons at any level can vote on it to decide whether we go out for drinks with Levi or go on a walk with Doc for May.
As always, all of the money being raised through the Patreon will go directly to funding the game's development- right now, it's going towards commissioning custom artwork for the game.
Wanna check it out? Here's the link!
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New Year's Eve Masterlist
All the Time in the World (to make you mine) (ao3) - concavepatterns
darcy/loki
E, 19k
Summary: After the events of New York Loki is angry and unapologetic, and a chance encounter with a young science intern on New Years Eve only leaves him more unbalanced. He is certain of one thing though: Darcy Lewis will be his.
And a Happy New Year (ao3) - SkyBlue2003
bruce/thor
N/R, 666
Summary: Thor and Bruce have a traditional new year’s kiss.
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, It touches my foolish heart (ao3) - Merideath
steve/darcy, jane/thor
T, 2k
Summary: “Wonder Woman? Really Darcy? You think it’s appropriate to go to a costume party hosted by a superhero dressed as a superhero?”
“What. It’s a good costume I made it for comic con last year and couldn’t go because I tased a god. It’s perfectly tasteful. It’s World War II Wonder Woman. Look my stockings have lines up the back. I have suspenders, Jane! I was going to go with the Linda Carter version but I wasn’t going to meet the Avengers in my knickers.”
“Knickers? You Have got to stop watching BBC America Darcy.”
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Darcy and Jane attend Tony Stark's New Year's Eve Costume Party.
Another Trip Around the Sun (ao3) - isaDanCurtisproduction
peter/wade
M, 31k
Summary: Peter likes Wade. A lot. Like-likes him. But this is a problem, see? Because Wade has no idea who is behind the Spiderman mask.
And then they go to a New Years Eve Party hosted by Tony Stark, get completely wasted, and suddenly this does not seem to be nearly as much of a problem as Peter originally thought. Because Peter always makes the best decisions while drunk, don't you know? Especially when his decision involves getting into Deadpool's pants.
A Place Called Home (ao3) - Anonymous
steve/bucky
T, 6k
Summary: New Years Eve. Suits. Party at Stark's place. Honesty happens.
Fireworks (ao3) - shipskicksandgiggles
harley/peter
G, 1k
Summary: Spending New Year's alone was perfectly fine with Peter. That changes when his best friend shows up at his door with a couple of glasses and a bottle of champagne
Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe (And One He Didn't) (ao3) - sariane
OT6
T, 4k
Summary: Five Avengers Tony Kissed Under the Mistletoe and One He — wait, what the hell? There are only six Avengers, how does that even work, author? Are you sure you should be writing fanfiction? Does no one regulate this?
Tony has a busy holiday season.
hopeful for the new year (ao3) - PietroBarton
bucky/pietro
N/R, 1k
Summary: Pietro grew tired of the chatter and pleasantries of the new years eve party.
i'd say i love you with my final breath (ao3) - wmthackeray
druig/makkari
N/R, 2k
Summary: He presses his forehead to hers and it's like hundreds of years of tension simply drips off of her, and she feels lighter than ever. As if she could run through the entire universe -- but she won't, since she's back in the place she likes best.
On the eve of a new millennium, Makkari decides she's tired of celebrating alone. So she pays Druig a visit.
Millennium Bug (ao3) - WhiteravenGreywolf
carol/maria
G, 1k
Summary: It's New Year's Eve at the Danvers-Rambeau family, and in the last few hours of 1999 Monica has a revelation for her mothers.
Misfits (ao3) - fannishliss
steve/bucky
G, 3k
Summary:
Kisses on New Year's Eve:
1939, Bucky and Steve go to see the ball drop on Times Square.
2014, Steve attends the Avengers Gala.
New Year Playboy (ao3) - Scotland_Axel (orphan_account)
steve/sam
M, 1k
Summary: Steve meets Sam at an Avengers New year's party dressed as a playboy bunny.
Off the Mark (ao3) - brandnewfashion
steve/tony
T, 11k
Summary: In which Tony makes assumptions, and Steve disproves every single one of them.
Aka a "five times Steve surprised Tony, and one time Tony surprised Steve" story.
Resolved (ao3) - FestiveFerret
steve/tony
T, 3k
Summary: Okay. He just had to approach it like a mission. Objective: Kiss Tony Stark at midnight.
Smooth Like Velvet (ao3) - Rubick
sam/bucky
T, 5k
Summary: Steve hummed, taking a step back. “Sam is not going to know what hit him when he sees you.”
Bucky’s pulse spiked as he frowned at Steve. “What—What are you talking about? Why would I care what Sam thinks?”
Steve chuckled and looked at him the way Bucky had seen him look at Tony way too often—with a mixture of frustration and fondness. “Come on, Buck. You don’t have to hide it with me.”
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It’s the Stark annual NYE bash, Bucky’s in a tux, and he’s not staring at Sam across the dance floor.
He’s totally not.
Starlight Wishes (ao3) - xxDustNight88
bucky/darcy
T, 2k
Summary: New Year's Eve is a time for making resolutions, or wishing on shooting stars in Bucky's case. It just so happens that his wish for a fruitful New Year comes in the form of one Darcy Lewis. Luckily, she doesn't seem to mind…
Ten Ladies Dancing (ao3) - JulietsEmoPhase
peggy/angie
T, 1k
Summary: Peggy has a lot of work to do, but it's New Year's Eve, and Angie wants to go and have some fun.
Set after season one, very minor spoilers, no smut.
Three, Two, One (ao3) - SailorChibi
tony/stephen
T, 2k
Summary: Tony throws a New Year's Eve party to help Peter save face, never expecting that he'll receive a kiss of his own from his crush at midnight.
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (ao3) - PlayItRight
yelena/kate
T, 8k
Summary: After the craziest Christmas of Kate Bishop's life, she's back home and ready to relax for the end of the year. But when Kate receives a text from a mysterious yet familiar unknown number, will New Year's really be relaxing?
what it is to be possible (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool)
steve/bucky
G, 2k
Summary: When a reporter shouts, "How long have you two been together?" Steve doesn't expect Bucky to shout back, "Since 1934."
when the clock strikes twelve (ao3) - skylarkblue
yelena/kate
T, 3k
Summary: After Kate gets back from Christmas with the Bartons, she and Yelena finally go for that drink.
whose arms will hold you (ao3) - biblionerd07
steve/bucky
G, 10k
Summary: Steve needs a ride home for Christmas. Bucky needs a passenger.
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hiiiii bug <3 thank you!! ily!!!
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
oooh okay i see you working in a cute lil bakery, usually in the back making all the treats but one day you're short staffed so you're also working the counter whenever people come in. it's hawkins, so it's always the same people: mr clark comes in on his lunch break to grab some donuts for the av club; karen wheeler buys holly a cookie just before the school rush; officer callahan buys pastries for the other officers' breakfasts.
except not on the day you're working out front. a sweet and simple stranger with a kind smile orders an argyle, but it takes a couple of times reminding him that that's not an option for him to tell you that he's just introducing himself. he suddenly doesn't remember what he was supposed to order when he came in now that he's seen you, but that's okay, you'll happily talk him through what you've got on offer.
he manages to ask you if you've got plans later, but you tell him that since it looks like you'll be working the lunch rush, you'll spend the evening rushing to the bookstore to get the latest book in your favourite series. he shows up again at lunchtime with the book you wanted in hand, just so that you don't stress that pretty head of yours. he has to go back to work straight after, though he doesn't tell you where, so the only time you can see him is when he comes in again. which is nearly every day, and he specifically asks for "kitchen girl". only problem is that he practically bewitches you whenever he's there, so you always forget in the moment to find out where to find him at any other time.
until one day, you can't find it in you to cook yourself dinner, and that new surfer boy pizza joint opened up a few months ago that you've been dying to try out. it's like christmas has come early for the both of you when you answer the door to argyle holding your pizza. you finally tell him to feel free to come back when his shift is over, but he walks himself into your house, sees you halfway through your new book, and asks you to describe the whole series to him. he hangs off your every word.
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Bestie 🥺 i'm doing the 💅Bend and Snap💅 questions on their own cause it makes sense lol ☺️☺️ so if you can answer these questions about you plz and thank you 🥰❤️
8.do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
13.first thing you’re doing in the purge?
23.do you wear jewelry?
29.preferred pasta noodle? (most important question if u ask me 😋)
And for book!chris x Ames plz 🥺
11.anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?
17.an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
BESTIEEEE HIIIII
Yes yes ofc ms. interviewer, I shall answer all of your questions truthfully 🖊️
8.do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
Absolutely, anyone who stays in their outfit once they're home is crazy !! I always wear either sweats or leggings around the house, and guess what the first thing is that I get rid of when I step through the door? That's right, my bra. That thing is torture.
13.first thing you’re doing in the purge?
Now, this is a mix between two things, bc the purge is a scary place. Ideally, I'd say I know exactly who I'm going to kill but to be honest, I also feel like I wouldn't be able to do it. I have people I know that I despise but idk if it would be enough to kill them (and have to live with it later)
So a more accurate answer would probably be ... Hide. LMAO
OR you know, break into Chris' house and tie him up and slap him for acting like such a dumdum!! (im joking, pls don't report me to the police)
23.do you wear jewelry?
I do!
I have four rings I always wear and I also usually wear hoop earrings (I have three in my left ear and two in my right)
Always silver!
29.preferred pasta noodle? (most important question if u ask me 😋)
I'm a classic gal. I like fusilli. I think it because it reminds me of childhood since we would either have fusilli or spaghetti. So my other choice would be spaghetti lmao.
I hope I passed this test since it's so important?? What's your preferred type bestie?!
CHRAMELIA
11.anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?
Chris: I don't know if I'd call it childhood, but I do have this red belt that I've worn since I was like.. a teenager, and I still have it and wear it sometimes.
Amelia: I have the last binky I used as a baby.
Chris snorts: Wait, really?
Amelia: Yeah, and it's uh.. It's been like... mummi-fied. It's covered in silver now. I got it for my 18th birthday.
Chris blinks in surprise: Uh, thats...
Amelia: Yeah, I know, it's kind of weird but also kind of sweet. My parents held onto it for a long time, and I think it's a cute sentiment. I think I'd do the same for my kids.
Chris, side-eyeing her: Good to know...
17.an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
Chris: I bite my fingers. A lot, apparently. I don't think I ever noticed how much until I saw it in interviews. I don't even think about it when I do it.
Amelia: He's right, he does do it a lot. It's kinda hot though.
Chris chuckles: Shut up, bug. What about you?
Amelia: I bite my lip a lot.
Chris groans: Yes! All the time! You've gotten better lately, though.
Amelia laughs: Yeah, because you always call me out on it.
Chris smirks: You're welcome baby.
ASKJASKAS I hope you like it bestie !!!!
Thank you for joining my 2k celebration party!
#mandy answers#mandys 2k#2000's party#follower milestone#mandys milestones#follower celebration#bestie oula
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Asexuality Masterlist
warning: some of these fics may have trigger warnings so please be careful when clicking on some of the fic links!
am i broken (are you the saviour) (ao3) - jbhmalum
T, 4k
Summary: He should do something. Maybe take a deep breath, in and out. Maybe turn on the bedside lamp. Maybe go lie down on the cold bathroom floor. Maybe bury himself under Calum’s covers and cuddle up to him; it probably wouldn’t even wake Calum, and Michael would get the comfort he needs.
Michael hears something he didn’t want to and has a hard time dealing with it.
Bedroom Activities (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes)
michael/calum
T, 2k
Summary: Michael thinks that Calum’s bed is his favorite location in the entire house.
Or: Michael comes out to Calum.
Bittersweet - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias))
luke/ashton
T, 20k
Summary: It’s not growing older that scares Luke. It’s that everyone else will outgrow him before he catches up.
Bug's Life - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias))
michael/ashton
T, 16k
Summary: or the one where Ashton is very confused about what being 'into' someone means and, also, there are ants in his dorm.
Chrysalis (ao3) - jbhmalum
michael/calum
T, 49k
Summary: When Michael breaks up with him without an explanation, Calum is left confused as he tries to pick up the pieces. He just doesn't realise they're not meant to be put back together the same way.
do you have time to hold on with me (ao3) - bellawritess
luke/ashton
T, 2k
Summary: Luke can tell Ashton is trying to come up with a way to convince him to go to Pride, but it won’t work. Luke’s avoided Pride for sixteen years. He doesn’t intend to start now. Staying at home with his boyfriend and watching Rent is about as much as Luke cares to celebrate Pride Month. Maybe they’ll make out a little. Standards are low.
i'll keep on fighting (just to make you believe) (ao3) - jbhmalum
michael/luke, luke/ashton
T, 33k
Summary: In which Luke is finally coming home to Australia for the summer after two years, and everything should be perfect. Michael quickly realizes nothing is.
Lucky (ao3) - lightsinthefloors
michael/ashton
T, 2k
Summary: Michael always felt like he wasn’t giving enough in the relationship. Ashton disagrees.
Magnet Souls (ao3) - jbhmalum
calum/ashton, michael/luke
E, 42k
Summary: Ashton loves sex a whole lot, Calum hates the thought of it. They’re soulmates. Alternatively, a story about self-respect and compromise in the name of love.
Movie Night - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias))
luke/ashton
T, 3k
Summary: Ashton shrugs apathetically. “I’m just bummed I can’t—Yeah, y’know that’s it, isn’t it? I’m bummed that I can’t.”
never knew loving could hurt this good (ao3) - orphan_account
michael/calum
G, 1k
Summary: “Do you miss having sex?”
Over Break - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias))
michael/luke
T, 16k
Summary: Michael made a promise to himself over Christmas break that he wouldn't fall in love with his best friend but here they are at a Wendy's and he knows that was a stupid plan. Who was he trying to fool?
Partner Steps (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes)
michael/ashton
T, 18k
Summary: Ashton Irwin wants to release his second album. He hires Michael Clifford to choreograph the video for the lead single.
Some Kind of Radar System (Locked in on Love) (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine
calum/ashton, michael/luke
T, 5k
Summary: (In which Ashton is head over heels in love with Calum, but Calum has a secret that could break them.)
Stop Hiding Your Curiosity (ao3) - magicalmadhatter
n/r, 758
Summary: After his untimely outing of himself, Michael answers some questions.
Under the High Low Lights I See You There (ao3) - FayeHunter
luke/ashton
M, 33k
Summary: Luke moves onto cleaning the glasses, sneaking glances over at him, admiring the open blue flannel he’s wearing with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his chest in the white tank top he’s wearing and the pull of it over his muscles, the acid wash denim pants straining over his thighs. He’s attractive and Luke knows he shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be so obvious in his stares, but he can’t help it. The man was made to be admired.
Or: It’s the summer of 1996 in New York City when Luke meets Ashton at his bar. Things aren’t always as they seem.
we could work it all out (tell me where it hurts most) (ao3) - jbhmalum
ot4
T, 11k
Summary: 3 times Michael takes care of his boyfriends when they need it and 1 time they take care of him.
Yin Yang (ao3) - SinisterMind
michael/calum
T, 1k
Summary: Michael is a walking yin yang symbol
Or the one where Michael is a panromantic asexual
#5sosfanfictioncatalogue#lgbt#asexual#asexual masterlist#masterlists#asexual!ashton#asexual!calum#asexual!luke#asexual!michael
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*emerges from ground in a puff of smoke*
CALLIEEEE
*sniffles* I love you omg your posts are just *chefs kiss*. the 2k celebratory posts are sO GOOD. GIMME THE FEELS AAAAHHHH :))
and you’re going to meet Oscar? ajfshkl- THATS SO COOL IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU (am praying for your bank account tho 😩)
my weeks been pretty busy, I’m just chilling (in this stupidly hot weather) bc my results come out next week and AAAHH-
anyway, how’s your week been?? hope everything going good! how’s your dream job coming along? stay safe babe LOVE YOU <33
-love 🦋
ayoOoOoO 🦋💙
thank you for the love on the 2k celebration posts :))) it’s been a blast working on then!!! i’m taking a smöll break from the doing the rest just bc i caught the writing bug and i wanna put all of my time/energy into the fic i’m currently on hehe. ((sorry for the delay @ everyone ksksjjs))
AND YAAAAS IM MEETING DADDY OSCAR IN OCTOBER 😭 i honestly don’t know if i’ll be able to look at this man in the eye after writing sm porn about his characters LMFAOOA. but yeaaah pls send your thoughts and prayers to my bank account bc she’s looking very dry atm. i did maaajor damage last week by buying the tix/photo op/autograph but yk what,,, it’s worth it 🫠
oOoo i’m hoping you get some amazing results soon <333 sending you all the good luck and vibes your way ✨ but my week has been alright! today was stressful at work and i nearly snapped at an annoying coworker yikesss. i cant believe august is almost over like??? i feel as tho we’re still in june or something hahah. the dream job is still pending, i have to wait for this event coming in the next month or so to make some moves 😩 i’m staying positive about it tho!
oki oki as always, it was lovely catching up with yaaa. ily and stay cool, at least summer’s over soon which means bye bye heat ksksks :)
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