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eddies-house · 4 months

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Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

(Slight breeding kink, Eddie and reader are parents, a little bit of smut at the end)

You and older!rockstar!eddie who have moved to Palm Springs for a quieter life and have a full house of five kids, three of them teenagers and two pre teens. LA is where the industry is and although you and Eddie loved your life there, you especially being from there, you needed a change in pace and what better place to move than the desert where majority of the population are old people who only care about golf. Paparazzi are no where to be found and Eddie can go to the grocery store without being hounded by fans. Not that he minded too much before, it was the life he longed for in the end after all, but it feels like a breath of fresh air when he can shop for eggs without feeling someone’s stare at the back of his head.

Eddie’s long since cut his long curls as well, insisting that he’s getting old and although he’s not even in his fifties yet, it’s a hassle to comb out his curls, his joints not as oiled up as they used to be. You mourned his brunette curls, saying a dramatic goodbye to them the day he chopped them off himself in your shared bathroom. All grief left the room the second he padded into the kitchen with a reinvented look, shaggy curls still falling from his head, only a shorter variation of his signature style. You didn’t think he could get any sexier but he’d proven you wrong. The way he shook his hair out like a shaggy dog would usually have you scolding him, yelling at him to at least let you get out of the splash zone first. Instead you stare at the new version of your sweet Eddie, the haircut doing him several favors as your eyes move down his tattooed torso, the shine of his nipple rings catching your eye, trailing along every detail you’ve already memorized time and time again. Your thirst for him never wavered, not once in your time together and when he smirked at you like that as he recognized the far off look on your face, your knees nearly gave out.

though his haircut aided in disguising him a little better in public spaces, people caught on quickly and he was suddenly “Eddie Munson sporting sexy new haircut”. Needless to say it was time for a change and you both knew it, Eddie telling you that with all the fame and everything he’s ever wanted, now he just wanted to have a normal suburban life. He never thought he’d see the day where those words came out of his mouth.

Especially not when he grew up loathing suburban picket fence families, the trailer park coming to be the only thing he knew. Those people were assholes anyway, he never ever wanted to be associated with them. And now he was buying a house in a gorgeous neighborhood with his doting wife, he himself being a doting husband and quietly he swore he was not going to lose his roots, he hasn’t lost touch this far into his career and he wasn’t going to start now. He only wanted what was good for his family, also something he never thought he’d utter to himself, fully convinced in his early twenties that a family would never be in his future. To be fair he’d never had one other than Wayne so who was he to envision one for his future self?

Fast forward to when you’ve moved in, the house finally all unpacked and decorated. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re making dinner, your entire family littered around the giant kitchen island also helping out. One of them is making tik tok after tik tok like their life depends on it, their siblings jumping in here and there. Occasionally they ask you to make an appearance but you’d always been camera shy, even in the spotlight that came with Eddie’s career so you avoided it as much as you could. And then Eddie gets involved, learning the dances and just being his rambunctious self, making his kids and yourself laugh.

When your daughter complains that you won’t jump into one of the tik toks one of the other kids sparks an idea and they go a little too quiet but you don’t think too much of it. A few minutes later they’re playing the song that you and Eddie always dance to around the house when it comes on. They play it through the speaker while one sneakily sets up the phone and records. You and Eddie have no idea as Eddie approaches you, picking you up and spinning you in his arms, you with a mixing bowl still in hand while you shriek in surprise.

Eddie sets you down to pluck the bowl out of your hands and discard it on top of the counter, pulling you close to dance and bounce around with you, giving your butt a few love taps which earns a series of “ews” from your audience. Neither of you tear your eyes away from each other, swaying together throughout the kitchen. Eddie has no shame, pressing kisses to your lips repeatedly while singing the lyrics under his breath. He doesn’t care about your kids groaning from across the kitchen, barely even hears them, figures he must be doing something right if his kids are grossed out by his affection for you.

Later he calls them little shitheads when he finds out they recorded and uploaded a video but has a big stupid grin on his face the whole time he scolds them. He knows how nervous you get about stuff like this but he can’t help smiling as he watched the two of you over and over just be so…in love. So enamored with each other. You can’t even be mad either, finding it so cute that your kids would be fond enough of their parents to post them on their tik tok like that.

that night you and Eddie sit in bed with a stupid Christmas movie on while sharing cookies you’d baked with your kids downstairs earlier. He’s moaning about how good they are and you receive endless chocolate flavored kisses. Somehow you end up under him, his hips pressed into yours while he thrusts slowly and deeply into you, his lips gently trailing along your neck, tickling your ear just how you like that forces the sweetest sounds out of your pretty mouth, just how he likes. The praises he mumbles into your skin have you writhing and whimpering beneath him.

“My gorgeous wife, I’m still not over calling you that, y’know that?”

“Taking me so well, you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck another baby into you? Huh?”

“Gonna fuckin’ spoil you for the rest of my goddamn life baby.”

And you know Eddie is a man of his word. He’ll make good on that promise. And who cares if come the morning, your kids are all waiting by the tree to open gifts with scowls on their face cause they knew what you got up to the night before? It becomes Eddie’s responsibility to keep you quiet in the bedroom.

#idk what this is but it popped into my head and I need it to be my reality real bad #I don’t desire having kids rn but for him I would #AGHHH I LOVE HIM I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT HIM ALL DAY #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson au

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southerngothicchic · 4 months

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Christmas '90

(This was partially inspired by a jewelry commercial from 1989)

18+

"Ready to leave now, gorgeous?" Steve asks, against your ear, as he slips his arm around your waist.

"What has you so eager to get home?" You counter, turning to look at him, as if you didn't already know the answer.

"Well, it's Christmas eve, and I really want to give you the first of your many presents," he explains, pulling you closer to him.

"In that case, let's go," you smile, making him smile in return.

He then quickly ushers you out of the corporate Christmas party he begrudgingly had to attend.

During the ride back to your house, his hand is glued to your thigh. His fingertips glide along your sheer tights as you pull more of your slinky black dress up your legs, giving him easier access. He bites his lip as you move his hand higher. He can feel the outline of your equally sheer panties, which only makes him harder, as he's painfully straining in his dress pants.

Thankfully, he turns into the gated community that you reside in, then pulls into the driveway. He doesn't even bother parking in the garage, as he can't stand not having his hands on you for another second. As soon as he shuts off the car, he's all over you. His lips pressing to yours desperately, while he slips his hands under your coat, pressing his palms against your bare back. Your hands cradle his face, as you both temporarily lose yourself in one another.

The chill from the night air soon filters into the car, causing you to shiver.

"Let's get you warmed up, Mrs. Harrington," Steve softly says, with the tip of his nose nuzzling yours.

You feel yourself blushing whenever he refers to you like that. Though, you've been married for almost a year, it still gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling all over again.

You smile and nod before you each exit the car. He then escorts you to the front door and you give him a sweet kiss before walking inside.

Standing in the foyer, you slip off your heels, before Steve helps you take off your coat. He hangs it on the nearby coat rack, then quickly sheds his coat. You're then in another embrace, as he holds you close, pressing your chest to his. He gazes at you adoringly, while you do the same, just marveling at how this obscenely handsome man was your husband.

"You looked so beautiful tonight," he breathes, "this dress is literal perfection."

"Well, my husband picked it out, so he has good taste," you smile, as he leans in close.

"That he does, he's a lucky man," he also smiles before your lips meet.

His kiss is slow, sensual. You melt into his arms, as soft sighs leave your lips.

"You're still shivering, honey," he softly says, pulling away slightly.

"That's just the effect you have on me," you smile, as you comb your fingers through his hair.

Even in the low light, you can tell he's blushing. He could still be so cute sometimes it made you want to scream then smother him with kisses.

"I still think I'm gonna get a nice fire going," he begins, leading you towards the living room, "and then I'm going to give you your present."

"How can I argue with that?" You ask as he sits you on the couch.

He winks at you before turning his attention to the fireplace.

Instant warmth emanates from the flames as it transforms the room with its cozy intimacy.

"I'll be right back, angel," Steve says, as he leans down to give you a quick kiss.

"Hurry back, handsome," you breathe, against his lips, feeling him smile.

He then disappears upstairs while the sight of how your wedding rings look in the firelight transfixes you. The shiny gold bands seem to glow when the light hits them. You smile at how the diamonds in your engagement ring shimmer and your mind flashes back to the night he proposed.

He was so nervous, though you didn't know why, as you knew he was everything you'd ever wanted. The look on his face when you accepted was the happiest you had ever seen him, until your wedding day.

God, he looked so handsome in his tux, you couldn't wait to tear his shirt open and rake your nails down his gloriously hairy chest. You practically dragged him out of the reception because you couldn't wait any longer. Your overwhelming desire for him made him want you even more, too, as he almost ripped your dress while trying to take it off.

You then dissolved into fits of laughter, feeling more love for each other in that moment, than you thought was possible.

As time went on, Steve proved to be the perfect husband, which you knew he would be. You also tried your best to be the perfect wife, and you evidently succeeded, as he would repeatedly moan into your ear just how perfect you were for him, when he was buried deep inside you.

You were essentially living a dream, as you had managed to find your soulmate.

You lean your head back with a wistful look in your eyes, as you wonder if it's always going to be this idyllic.

Soft footsteps then interrupt your thoughts as you turn to see your husband dressed in a Santa costume, just without the beard.

"Oh my God..." you laugh, as he kneels on the floor infront of you.

"So, you like it?" He asks, with his gorgeous smile.

You nod, as he gently takes your hands in his.

"I wanted to do something special for our first Christmas as a married couple, so I thought why not dress up as the big guy himself," he explains, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

"You're such a dork, and I love you," you reply, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

"I love you, too," he says with a laugh, before kissing your knuckles.

You sigh as you feel his plush lips on your skin as he continues kissing your fingers, with his focus turning to your ring finger.

He glances up at you and you feel a familiar heat rising to your cheeks. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, jewelry box.

He leans up and presents it to you.

"Merry Christmas, honey," he says, as he releases your hands so you can take the box.

You smile at him, before slowly opening it to reveal a diamond heart shaped pendant, on a dainty gold chain.

"Oh, Steve..." you gasp, as you look from your gift to his adorable face.

" I had it custom made, as I didn't like any of the other pieces I saw," he informs, his eyes glowing with adoration.

"Its perfect, I love it," you smile, as you set the box on your lap so you could take off the thick, gold necklace you were already wearing.

"Here, let me help," he offers, taking your present out of the box and placing it around your neck.

You hold your hair to the side so he can fasten its tiny clasp. He pulls away to see how it looks and smiles.

"Oh honey..." he sighs, his eyes fixed on how the pendant rests against your skin.

Your fingertips lightly touch the diamond heart, before you cradle his face.

"Thank you," you breathe, leaning in to kiss him.

"You're welcome, and you're never to take it off, ok?" He also breathes, into the kiss.

"I won't."

He then moves to sit next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his lips to your neck. You sigh his name with almost every kiss. He kisses his way to your bare shoulder, proud of himself for picking out a strapless dress. You whimper as he lightly sinks his teeth into your skin.

"You looked so fucking sexy tonight..." he breathily begins, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "I saw the looks you were getting from like every guy there, it made me want to drag you into the bathroom and fuck your brains out."

"I wish you would've," you sultrily reply, pulling his hair slightly.

"Yeah, but that's part of why I wanted to get you home, so I could fuck you in front of the fireplace," he breathes, raising his head, so he can kiss you again.

"So romantic..." you murmur, into his mouth.

"Right?"

Your hands leave his hair to pull at the furry collar of his outfit. You quickly unbutton it and feel his chest hair under your fingertips. You press your palms against his chest, before gently scratching down it.

He groans into the kiss, his eyes already rolling back at your touch.

You then push the red coat from his shoulders and he quickly slips his arms out of its sleeves. It falls around his waist while his hand finds the zipper, on the back of your dress, and slowly pulls it down. You pull away from him and stand up, so you can slide the dress down your legs.

Steve stares, with his mouth slightly agape, at how your bare chest looks in the firelight.

"You're so beautiful, angel," he breathes, pulling you back to him.

He presses his lips to your stomach, and nuzzles his nose against you, in between kisses. You giggle and he glances up at you, with a smirk.

"Are you ticklish? I can't remember..."

You give him a look, before whining his name as he keeps kissing along your skin.

"Sorry, angel, I just couldn't help myself," he then aplogizes, looking up at you with those irresistible amber eyes. "Take these off and I'll make it up to you."

He glides his hands over your tights before you lean down to give him a kiss. You take his bottom lip between your teeth while he softly moans.

You then pull away from him again to take off your tights. He palms himself through his pants as he watches you shimmy out of your soaked, sheer panties.

"Lay on the rug, gorgeous," he then instructs.

You smile as you do as he wants. Your back meets the plush, white fur of the rug, as you rest your arms above your head. You look over to your husband to see him springing from the couch and pushing his red, felt pants down his legs.

He's soon kneeling between your legs, with a hungry glint in his eyes as he takes in the sight below him.

"Fuck..." he sighs, "you look even better like this..."

He lays on his stomach, with his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you closer to his waiting mouth.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He continues, as he presses wet kisses to your thighs.

" Don't tease..." you whine, your hands grasping at his hair.

"I'm not teasin', honey, I'm just lovin' on you," he defends. "Just appreciating my beautiful wife..."

His voice trails off as he finally presses his tongue against you. Your back instantly arches at how he laps at you. He collects your arousal on his tongue and moans at your taste. He can't get enough of it, wanting to stay buried between your legs for hours. He then tentatively dips his tongue inside you, making you shudder. He then fucks you with his tongue, wanting to see you unravel just from his mouth, as his hands stay on your thighs.

You're moaning his name, pulling his hair and trying to close your legs around his head. His tight grip prevents you from doing so, as he keeps you spread open for him.

He's cursing and groaning into you, while his nose moves up, ever so slightly, making you whimper.

"You're so fucking sweet, just gushing for me," he pants, glancing up at you.

An obscene moan leaves your lips as his praises send you over the edge. He licks up every drop of your release, moaning loudly as he does so.

You curl your fingers in his hair before pushing him away when it gets to be too much.

You're struggling to catch your breath, as he gazes at you affectionately. He crawls up your body and nuzzles his nose against yours, before pressing his wet lips to yours. He deepens the kiss, letting you taste yourself, and it has you both moaning.

"I love you so much, angel," he breathes, into a kiss.

"I love you, too," you reply, dreamily.

He caresses your cheek, before rolling onto his back next to you. He pulls you with him, as you're now laying at his side.

"Straddle me, angel," he softly says, as the words are barely out of his mouth before you're on top of him.

He grins at how eager and obedient you are.

"Show me how much you love me, honey," he adds, bringing his hands to your hips.

You smile, as you raise yourself up to slowly sink down on him. Now its his turn to whimper and moan for you, as you take every inch of him.

You then teasingly move your hips and watch his face as his lips part in a silent scream and his nails dig into your hips.

"Feel good, Stevie?" You ask, leaning forward to press your palms to his now sweaty chest.

He nods. "Always feels so good, angel."

You start to move a little faster, moaning at how he can't help thrusting up, into you.

"Mmm, please...fuck me, honey..." he whines, trying to guide your movements.

You love when he gets whiny like this. You then lean up and fully bounce on him.

Steve's now a complete whimpering mess, swearing and moaning your name. He's never looked more beautiful, especially with how his handsome features look in the flickering, orange light.

His hand leaves your hip and reaches up to cup your breast. He watches how your necklace glistens, as the firelight hits it from different angles. His heart swells with love as he rolls you onto your back.

You gasp his name as he keeps thrusting into you. He presses his lips to yours, desperately. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting him even deeper. He moans into the kiss, as his thrusts become rougher.

"You're so good to me, honey," he grunts, "so fucking good..."

"S-Steve..." you whimper, your mind empty except for him.

"This has already been the best Christmas, you've already given me so much," he breathlessly begins, "but you know what would make it even better? If we made a little, Christmas baby..."

You whine his name, as he keeps fucking you, relentlessly.

"Would you be ok with that? Starting our little family so soon?" He asks, with his lips against your cheek.

"Yes, yes, anything for you," you agree, while clawing at his back.

He smiles, before kissing you deeply.

You each then succumb to each other, with a series of moans and curses. Steve kisses you sloppily as you comb your fingers through his messy hair. He breathes more 'I love you's' against your lips, as he presses more of his body to yours. This closeness is what you know he craves, he loves almost smothering you under him. You also love being covered in his sweat and feeling the delicious scratch of his chest hair against you.

After lazily making out for a while, he pulls out and lays next to you. You then curl into his side while he drapes his arm around you.

"So, this is why you insisted on getting this rug, isn't it?" You ask, with a smile.

"Maybe," he grins, as you lean closer to his face.

"I knew it," you breathe, before kissing him.

"So, are you really ok with trying to have a baby?" He softly asks, as his hand cradles your face.

You nod. "I am."

He smiles before pulling you into an excited kiss.

"This really is the best Christmas I've ever had," he breathes, as you smile against his lips.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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ghostykapi · 4 months

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are we on tonight? [are you mine tonight?]

son chaeyoung & fem!reader // simp

"hey hotshot, come here often?"

son chaeyoung, how on earth will you describe her?

for starters, you can say that she's annoying.

ever since you met her, your life has been turned into ways you don't know how to even pinpoint. always by your side, always ready to distract you from important work, always ready to cause chaos and ultimately always ready to give you a headache

"chaeyoung what did you do this time?"

she's giggling, reapplying the lipstick on her lips "stained your white top to have my kiss marks as an experiment"

"SON CHAEYOUNG"

despite being the most annoying clingy person you ever met, others are shocked to find out that you are not together yet

"unnie?" tzuyu's curious tone cuts you out from your preparation of your makeup kit

"yes tzu?" you turn around, only to find not only her, but the rest of the group, minus the little tiger who's trying to find a vending machine, looking at you also in curiosity

"are you sure you aren't dating chaeyoung?" she asks innocently, but you swear you see her sport that tiny little smirk

"what! no" you huff, ears turning red out of embarrassment as everyone gives out noises of disbelief "don't be absurd tzutzu, she's too small to be my type"

"i heard that!" you hear a roar from the hallway "you're not that taller than me!"

despite that though, it doesn't stop your heart from beating out of your chest every time you have to fix her makeup, it doesn't stop your eyes staying on her lips for a bit too long than necessary, it doesn't stop her from grazing her thumb over your lips when it's her turn, it doesn't stop the want in both of your eyes when you make eye contact with her

so how will you describe chaeyoung? annoying? cute? hot? small?

you don't know, maybe that's why it always comes to you as a surprise that she can be a romantic and protective to you despite the lack of talking about the tension or the feelings you both have

"that’s a horrible pickup line. back off" chaeyoung slips her arm around your waist, effectively making the male idol immediately take a step back, shocked to see a senior up close

"chaeyoung-sunbaenim!" he immediately bows, despite him being taller he looks like he would shrink at the glare she's sending his way "i-i'm sorry i didn't know-"

she doesn't even let him finish as she tugs you away, towards the exit of that christmas party and into the parking lot

"chaeyoung" you try to snap her out of it, but her firm grip is what kept you both moving towards the van "c-chaeyoung the driver is still upstairs we-"

she also doesn't let you finish what you want to say before kissing you, her hands tugging on your clothes to get you closer to her heart

even if you are perplexed by her behavior, you don't deny what a part of you had always wanted. you kiss her back, letting her push your body up against the van's door and your hands combing and gripping her hair

“chaeng” another weak attempt to get her to snap out of it, and another reaction of her simply kissing you, now on your neck “c-chae oh god baby”

for a brief moment she pauses, eyes looking up at you with a little bit more clarity. surely she must have already drank some liquor for her to act this way, but you barely saw her take a sip. the only thing she’d be wanting to drink in is your moans and you.

“again” her hair is out of place and lipstick smuggled against yours. the sight brings you to need more “say it again”

“baby” a kiss

“my baby” another kiss

“fuck you’re my baby right?” a needy kiss

“mmmmm so cute, my cute baby” an embarrassed but still needy kiss

every time you say it, it drives chaeyoung crazy, it doesn’t stop her from kissing you even when you get tired and the kisses turn into kisses on any exposed part of your skin. she doesn’t stop even if the rest of twice and the driver finally show up to a lipstick stained makeup artist and their tiger with a grin

“damn” jihyo wants to scold her, she really does, but she’s no better with lipstick stains on her neck and sana with a even wider grin with smudged makeup by her side “all right, let’s go home now. chaeyoung behave”

“i behave!” she protests, shaking your arm to get you to defend her “tell them y/n/n”

“you don’t baby” you give her another kiss to shut her up, effectively making her go quiet and lovestruck

“ok i’ll do my best to behave”

“ha simp”

“shut up unnie!!”

#son chaeyoung #son chaeyoung reaction #son chaeyoung scenarios #son chaeyoung imagine #twice imagine #twice reactions #twice fluff #twice scenarios #twice x reader

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ssahotchnerr · 7 months

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Not exactly a request but JUST IMAGINE FAMILY PICS IN A PRETTY PARK/FIELD/ANYWHERE… Aaron and his daughter in matching outfits *BLUBBERS*

ADORABLE (& my two fav things fall AND girl dad!aaron <333333333)

the night before - you lay out all the outfits <3333 you went with a cute beige theme - dresses for you and baby girl, jack is wearing a cute matching flannel or something, and then a beige tie for aaron 😭 you also make sure to lay out socks (omg frilly socks for baby girl 😭😭😭), matching shoes, anything necessary - you even pack some back-up clothes if disaster happens to strike. meanwhile, aaron has the task of ironing 🥹🫶🏻 making sure no wrinkles are to be SEEN, and then hanging up all the outfits all neat and orderly on the shower rod in your shared bathroom - away from any little hands that could possibly re-wrinkle them <3

the next day, hehe aaron gets the kiddos dressed once he's all ready to go (he got ready first so he could help and supervise, making sure no one gets messy once they're done getting ready) - getting his lil princess into her dress, putting her lil shoes on (although once in the car, she will pry them off). helping jack with his tie and telling him step-by-step how to do it, he's had a ton of practice after all 🥰

hehe after double checking aaron's handiwork and making sure baby girl and jackers look absolutely PERFECT (which they do of course) you get to work on their hair - curling baby girl's hair (she doesn't have too much just yet😭🫶🏻) and putting a bow in, combing jack's hair and even putting a touch of hairspray in so it stays - hehe he made the cutest scrunched up face as you sprayed it LOL, and then asks why his hair feels so rough 😭. and ughhhhh as you get yourself ready, aaron finds you in the bathroom and is just in awe 🥹 and repeatedly tells you how beautiful you look <33333 and instead of keeping it in, he voices his thoughts out loud - how in the world did he get so lucky??????? hehe he even gets a bitttt handsy 🤭 grabbing your waist and giving you kisses <333333 and you have to shoo him away because 1.) he's being distracting 2.) he will make all of you late and 3.) he's supposed to be watching the kids 🫵🏻

and once you get to the field where the pictures are, your daughter is NOT in the mood to take pictures and be smiley 😭 so in order to avoid a full-on tantrum or meltdown, aaron tries to distract her as you and jack are taking some pictures - finding flowers or a leaf for her to hold, showing her alllll the fall colors in the leaves, he grabbed her a lil snack from the bag you packed to lighten her mood - in some of the pictures she's clutching onto a pack of fruit snacks, or it's tucked away secretly in aaron's pants pocket. for her solo pictures, pictures with jack, or with you - aaron's behind the camera making faces, using his lil baby voice to get her smiley grin out🥰 and in her pictures with aaron, hehe jack is the one getting her to laugh 🥹 which is SO easy because baby girl loves her big brother so so so much and giggles at everything he does <33333333 and once it's time for the FULL family pictures, baby girl could not be happier <3333333

but the pictures come out PERFECTLY <333333 AH it's easily going to be your christmas card for the year, the pictures are framed in your house, in aaron's office, he has a small one in his wallet at all times <3333333 and the others in the team INSIST on having copies too 🥹 penelope especially gushes over them, always commenting on just how perfect the hotchner family is <33333333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds x you

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cherrynwinesk · 11 months

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Dream team headcanon's

Girlfriend with period

⚠️ : Fluff with a bit suggestive / nsfw, discomfort, teasing

Gender: female reader

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear

Master list

Dream

• You wouldn't need to tell him, he realized as soon as he saw how everything around you irritated you.

•"Oh honey, you have your period right?" And you go from upset to embarrassed

•he would send you to bed immediately to rest

•If you need to get up, he would carry you like a princess and take you by the waist so you don't have to make too much effort.

•Gives you George's cookies so you can eat something while he's away

•he would ask you if you have enough sanitary pads or tampons

• If you don't have one, he immediately grabs his car keys and goes shopping for you.

•He would return with chocolate, cupcakes, medicine and more sweets to make you feel better

• He probably forgot the pads/tampons and remembered it while he was walking through the parking lot

•He buy a heat pack for the cramps in your belly

• He would give you everything buy and he would stand there waiting like a puppy for you to invite him to bed next to you.

• He would put his big hands on your belly with the intention of calming the pain

• I would tell you random things to make you forget about the discomforts

•You laughed very hard and you felt how the blood went down

•"I won't tell any more jokes I'm sorry"

• Movies or YouTube videos to pass the time

• You fell asleep with your head on his chest and he combed your hair.

•Maybe you are one of the girls who feels a little horny during your period and Dream knows it, but he would wait for you to ask him or take the first step

•He would let you know that if you want to do it he would not refuse and he would make you feel very comfortable.

•Once you mentioned it, he would offer to use his mouth without any fear of taste you

George

•Probably the period came without warning, your pants are slightly stained on your butt

• George is not prudent at all, he would try as hard as he could to see your ass stained while you fight not to look at him walking backwards because you would be embarrassed

• In the end he won, and in JOKE he would be upset saying something like "disgusting"

•You know it's a joke and he does it to annoy you, actually the last thing George would feel for you would be disgust, but seeing that you were embarrassed by it he wanted to annoy you

• You know it's a joke, but you're there at his house, with stained light-colored pants, you don't have a tampon or sanitary pad on, you were colicky, and you weren't in the mood for jokes.

• he would apologize and tell you that he is joking as soon as he saw you roll your eyes in annoyance

• After apologizing many times, he would let you into his shower.

•He gave you his clothes, any black shirt and some black shorts, all in a dark color in case there is another accident again, it won't be noticeable like the last time

•It was not necessary to go out and buy pads / tampons because you had some in your bag

• George gives you some of his food, cookies or he would sacrifice one of his favorite chocolates that Dream gave him for Christmas just for you.

•he'd get medicine for your headaches and your belly and he would put them on the table in front of you together with a glass of water

•He would order your favorite food at home

•Harry Potter marathon maybe

•He would give you your space and more knowing that he made you angry a while ago

•But you only want him close so you stay curled up on the couch watching the movies

•You'd both fall asleep for a long time

• He knows that sometimes your period upsets your hormones and sometimes you were horny but he learned not to push you and ask him to.

•He wouldn't touch you for fear of hurting you since your body becomes very sensitive on these dates of the month

•It wouldn't bother him at all to "stain his sword with blood"

• But he doesn't make any movements so as not to make you feel uncomfortable

•He would only get up from the back of the chair to take your jaw and kiss you slowly, he would increase the intensity of the kiss and go down to your neck

•He does it with the intention that you ask him to touch you

Sapnap

•Sapnap would notice if you complain about colic

• You would be sitting in his chair and the pain in your belly would come suddenly, you would immediately put your hands on your belly and complain about the pain.

•He would prepare you some chamomile tea

• he would cook you anything you wanted to eat and wouldn't let you help him so you wouldn't force yourself

• he would get you pads or tampons

•He would send a message to his mother to ask what medication to take in case of colic

•He would rub your belly to try to reduce the pain

• He would offer to give you a massage on your back and waist.

•He would lay you on his chest so you can sleep

•He would massage to the sides of your head to try to reduce the headache

•He would treat you as if you were a baby, he would speak to you low and very sweet

• Caress your thighs sweetly once you're comfortable

•He knows that sometimes you feel a little horny, so after your nap and you feel better, he would offer to massage your breasts with the excuse "baby's are sensitive, let me take care of it."

• Once he hugs you from behind with both hands on your breasts he would start doing it "innocently"

•he would start kissing your neck and just say things like "an orgasm can help the cramps" "you'll feel better" "I promise I'll be gentle so I don't hurt you"

•It convinces you and he was right, he help reduce your pain

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Oblivious | 10,166 | Stevieschrodinger / @stevieschrodinger

Summary: Everyone knows that Steve and Bucky are a thing. Everyone, that is, except for Steve.

dark into the heat | 10,247 | Nonymos

Summary: Steve breaks everyone out of Azzano, then goes back for one last prisoner who might not be quite human. Everything is going to go just fine.

Circularity | 11,724 | dharmashark / @dharmasharks

Summary: Steve runs his underground cybernetics shop with two rules: 1. Don’t get involved with HydraCorp. 2. Don’t get personal with clients. But when a mysterious cyborg shows up at his front door, Steve decides that some rules are worth breaking—especially if you can take down a big bad mega corporation in the process. (And if said client just so happens to be unreasonably cute.)

Say it louder for the people in the back | 14,864 | redhook

Summary: Steve operates a glory hole. One of his regulars starts to get under his skin.

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The Run and Go | 14,960 | lupus (khaleeseas) / @khaleeseas

Summary: When Bucky Barnes first meets Steve Rogers, Bucky's standing half-naked in their apartment complex's laundry room. It's 2 a.m. on a Friday night (or is it considered a Saturday morning?) and for once Bucky is way too sober for all of this. The next thing Bucky knows, Steve is everywhere. Being hot and sarcastic and nice and overall perfect and Bucky is kind of totally and completely screwed.

Caramel Macchiato | 15,450 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: "You ate my bees," Bucky says. Because his own tongue fucking hates him.

wipe the blood from your face and your hands | 15,735 | AustinB / @cornerficus

Summary: It’s weird. The whole fucking thing is weird. Steve’s sitting across from a vampire in a diner under harsh fluorescent lighting, and he still looks like a fucking GQ cover. Steve wonders if biting creates some sort of bond like it does on T.V. Maybe he should’ve asked that question before consenting to it. “Do you have some kind of telepathic connection with me now that you’ve drank my blood?” Bucky snorts into his coffee. Steve finds it oddly endearing.

imagine being loved by me | 20,247 | spacebuck / @spacebuck

Summary: Just after 1am - a few hours after he posted today’s photo - he hears the tell-tale sound of a twitter message. Bucky grabs his phone, not checking who it’s from as he opens it because it’s probably one of his mutuals yelling at him as per usual. When he actually looks at his phone, though, it’s not Natasha The ‘verified’ check stares back at him for a long moment before he can even bring himself to process the name on his screen. Steve Rogers is messaging him. Or, he reasons, a very good fake. The handle looks right though, not that Bucky knows. Not that Bucky has Captain’s America’s tweets set up as notifications, or that Bucky’s own display name is set to captain america’s bitch. Not at all. Hey, the first message says. It’s Steve.

Paper Tree | 21,391 | Ellessey

Summary: Bucky just laughs and shoves another bite of egg in his mouth, giving Steve a shrug and a full-cheeked smile. He's so damn cute Steve wants to shout at him, but he can't seem to say any of the right things. "Shoulda got you a comb for Christmas," is what he comes up with instead. "What did you get me?" It's Steve's turn to shrug now, and if he looks more terrified than cheeky as he does so, he can only hope Bucky doesn't catch it before Steve hurries out the door.

Controlled Release | 21,836 | steebadore / @steebadore

Summary: Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying. Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment. You know, just normal Thursday things.

I Just Want to Love You in My Own Language | 22,436 | agetwellcard / @agetwellcard

Summary: Bucky Barnes is Captain America and uses terrible pickup lines. Steve Rogers is Captain America's nurse and is not impressed by the aforementioned terrible pickup lines.

During Business Hours: A Filthy Coffee Shop AU | 25,116 | samanthahirr / @samanthahirr

Summary: Unemployed artist Steve takes a job managing the worst coffee shop in Brooklyn, where the floors are greasy, the coffee beans have expired, the espresso machine’s been sabotaged, and the owners might be Russian Mafia. But the job comes with a few perks, like a generous paycheck, reasonable hours, and one super-hot customer whom Steve can’t resist having dirty, filthy, bad-idea sex with in the bathroom. Steve is pretty sure this job is going to kill him. But what a way to go....

One Caress | 26,160 | fuck_me_barnes / @fuck-me-barnes

Summary: Steve's rarely been touched in a way that didn't equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from, something he told himself he just didn't want. Except...he did. He just didn't know how. Until he finds a flyer for a local "affection and intimacy services" program.

Season of all things | 26,466 | Claudia_flies / @claudia-flies

Summary: Steve really isn’t sure about sharing with an Alpha but he is starting to run out of options. There are only six Omega boarding houses in the city and Steve has been kicked out of four of them.

Trust Enough | 27,374 | geneticallydead

Summary: “Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“ “Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky. “Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone. So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself. Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired. Well fuck.

How To Embrace A Swamp Creature | 27,625 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: Steve washes his hands with the sliver of soap left by the sink, and takes a long hard look at himself in the mirror. The cut on his brow has scabbed over, and the bruises around his eye are blotchy red and sore to the touch. Stupid. His hands are no better, and he grips the edge of the sink to keep them from shaking. The scabs on his knuckles open up again, blood welling up starkly against his bone white fists. He holds them under the running faucet and watches the water circle the drain before pulling himself together. Just a little bit further, a little bit longer

Through The Open Window | 28,661 | 74days

Summary: Steve Rogers gave up on joining the army and worked for Stark Industries writing policy letters by hand. It's a dull job, right up until the office across the fire escape is given to an attractive stranger with one arm and no personal boundaries. Was going to be PWP but then there was like... a little plot? Steve and Bucky if Steve & Bucky never met as kids, I guess.

Agent Rogers | 31,348 | Stevieschrodinger / @stevieschrodinger

Summary: The Winter Soldier has been captured and is being rehabilitated. Steve Rogers really likes his job in the Shield archives.

The Daily Rogers | 32,154 | Nonymos

Summary: College AU. May contain exchange students, a Starbucks addiction, daddy issues, anger issues, closets and how to get out of them, the ever-ominous influence of social networks, various levels of betrayal, awfully poor life choices, but also, ultimately, real chunks of love.

miles to go before i sleep | 34,079 | obsessivereader / @yetanotherobsessivereader

Summary: Vietnam vet Bucky is just trying to get a hot meal, and maybe a job, in the small town of Hope, but the local law enforcement has other ideas. When their brutality triggers a flashback, Bucky snaps and escapes from their custody. Hunted, exhausted, injured, he finds shelter for the night next to a cabin in the middle of the woods. He means to be long gone before the cabin's occupant awakes. Things don't turn out quite the way he expected.

we are the things that we do for fun | 35,585 | Nonymos

Summary: Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part. But hey, they might just find a way to make this work.

The Devil's Acre | 40,636 | littleblackfox / @thelittleblackfox

Summary: “I’m sorry, you want me to what?” Steve sits back in his chair and tries not to glare at Hill across the conference table. “Track down a cryptid.” Agent Hill repeats, tossing a dossier onto the table. Steve has to stretch out an arm to reach across for it. “A cryptid,” Steve repeats doubtfully.

only one my arms will ever hold | 41,561 | wearing_tearing / @wearing-tearing

Summary: Like most stories about Bucky Barnes and his questionable and sometimes terrible life choices, this one starts because he decides not to listen to Natasha’s cryptic and mostly annoying advice. He decides not to listen, and he hunts down and kills a deer during that month’s full moon run with his pack and leaves its dead body on Steve Rogers’s front step. Steve, the man Bucky kind-of-possibly-maybe-absolutely is in love with. Bucky would try to smother himself after that one, but he’s learned that werewolves are hard to kill.

Karma's A Fake Orgasm | 51,637 | daisymondays

Summary: There’s another abandoned mug, festering with mould in the living room — Steve offically has the world's worst roommates. And complains about them. Often. Bucky, tired of his lack of action, decides it’s time to avenge Steve's sleepless nights and unsanitary conditions once and for all. They’ll pretend to be the world’s most annoying couple: excessive PDA, loud fake sex, and general repugnance. The plan sounds easy enough; it will be strictly platonic. Or will it?

Like the Tide | 53,950 | Deisderium

Summary: There's no SSR anymore. It's SHIELD, now. The worst part is, it's named after him in some way, Peggy's idea of a memorial to honor his sacrifice. He hates the thought of it, because it makes him feel like a hypocrite. His shield was only ever a prop, not something to base an agency around. But he's been mythologized differently. They give him files to read on this thing that Peggy and Howard built, and his story is a part of it—or anyway, the story that Peggy and Howard chose to tell about him. It shouldn't matter; they thought he was dead. They never thought he would see what they turned him into.

Catchweight | 56,418 | notlucy / @notlucy

Summary: For the most part, Steve’s life is fine. Sure, his job is tedious, he lives with his mother, and he can’t quite get over thinking he’s wasting his potential, but maybe that’s just part of being twenty-three. Then, one day—one totally dull day—the archetypal cliche of a tall, dark, and handsome beefcake walks up to his counter, bringing with him more questions than answers, and a duffel bag full of cash.

Through The Woods | 64,082 | VenusMonstrosa / @venusmonstrosa

Summary: There’s a legend in Mansewood, nearly as old as the town itself, about a pack of werewolves that once lived in the forest. They say only one survives; a monstrous and snarling beast with fur like a blizzard and fangs the size of daggers. They say it guards the lands and all creatures in it, and no hunter has faced it and lived to tell the tale. Steve doesn’t care about any of that. He only wants to know if it prefers T-Bone or ribeye, and would it please stop tracking dirt through his house? He just mopped the floor.

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hogwartsandhawkins · 7 months

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 12: Don't Be A Stranger

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Summary: Apparently... Jess has new plans for Christmas

Warnings: Mentions of Neil (gross), crude language, cursing, Neil being homophobic if you squint, Billy being a little shit. I think that's it, but as always, let me know if I missed something.

Word Count: 4.8K

Author's Note: I'm so sorry I've been MIA for so long but I'm officially back from my month and a half vacation! TBH I've missed you guys and hope you all enjoy!

“You chaperoning tonight?” Steve walked with Jess toward the parking lot from the gym as they left practice much earlier than usual. The coaches considered this an “early Christmas present” but ensured the basketball team would be having practice a week before school started again in January. The Snow Ball had been the talk of this school week even if it was only meant for the middle schoolers. However, it had also been an excuse for the high schoolers to throw their own parties or get-togethers, not to mention it marked the beginning of winter break, something everyone, including Jess, was looking forward to.

“Not this year, you?” Jess already knew the answer. Steve never enjoyed that kind of thing, and even if he did, both Nancy and Jonathan would be there tonight, which would have made him want to change his plans.

Steve shook his head but added, “I’m helpin’ mini-Harrison with his hair tonight though and droppin’ him off tonight.”

“Who? Dustin?”

“Hell yeah Dustin. He’s gonna kill it tonight, I know it.” Jess laughed at the thought of Steve combing another teenager’s hair for them.

“So what are your plans tonight then?” Jess contemplated this question. She wasn’t sure whether she would start on the tedious task Mr. Crowley assigned both her and Billy as Billy probably wouldn’t want to spend his first night of freedom studying. Considering the night it was, she was sure that Hargrove already had plans. She then looked out into the lot and saw him leaning against the familiar blue car, cigarette already placed in his mouth of course. Max was there as well, which surprised Jess since their practice was released 20 minutes after Max’s school was.

“Uhm, maybe get a head start on some schoolwork. I’m not sure really.” She kept her eyes on Billy though, hoping that maybe that would change.

“Lame.” Steve teased. He continued to walk with Jess, passing his own car as he did so.

“Uh wasn’t that-“

“I thought I’d walk you. Besides Max is there,” was all he said, keeping his eyes on the pair in front of them now, eyeing Billy skeptically as he walked up. “You excited for tonight, kid? You’re first one, right?”

Max beamed up at Steve, clutching her board as she responded, “Oh yeah, can’t wait, especially since Henderson said you’d be doing his hair again, and that went soooo well last time.” Steve cringed at the memory of two weeks ago, which was described to Jess as a wreck. Dustin apparently was adamant about doing it himself, as he was a hands-on learner apparently, and it ended with screaming from spraying product right in his eye and a small chunk of hair being ripped out due to his hair tangling in the comb, which Dustin swore was due to him balding.

“Yeah well, I’ll be doing it tonight… I think.” Steve began to stare down Billy again who was also looking at him intently, blowing smoke straight at Steve when he glanced over at him.

Steve aggressively waved his hand once to get most of the smoke away from him, annoyed by the gesture. “Harrington.” Billy nodded his direction once Steve was able to get most of the smoke out of his face.

“Hargrove.” They stared at each other for a moment longer when Steve continued, “Guessing you got big plans tonight,” he prodded, insinuating he would be partying with Tommy and Carol, as the pair were always up to something during the Snow Ball.

Billy swiped his teeth with his tongue as he crushed his red with his boot, smirking to himself when he looked down to ensure it was fully put out. “Don’t really know, Harrington. Depends on what this one wants to do.” He gestured toward Jess, which caused Steve to shift uncomfortably, not enjoying the thought of Jess spending as much time as she had been with Hargrove. Steve rolled his eyes at this, being the first to break the staring, and directed his attention back to Max.

“See you when I drop Henderson off. Don’t have too much fun.” He directed his last statement to Jess, shoving her arm lightly as he finished his sentence, flashing her a smile of acceptance to lighten the mood. He made sure to give Billy one last look of disapproval, though, before he turned back in the direction of his own car, shaking his head as he left them.

Jess sighed as she watched her best friend leave. She had made it a point to hang out with Steve more this week, as there wasn’t much for her and Billy to do for their shared reading and she felt as if she had been blowing him off more the past week. However, she felt guilty when she would sometimes imagine what Billy was doing during her moments with Steve.

Considering his failed relationship with Nancy, a relationship that he sacrificed a decent amount of his friends for, she knew he needed her in a way. And the feeling was mutual. He had been the one person she could turn to after the haunting incidents from a year ago and again just a couple months ago. She knew she could never lose Steve. And yet, here she was, spending time with the one person Steve couldn’t stand. Throughout the week Steve had come to accept her and Billy’s strange partnership, which Jess always defended with, “we may as well get along for the project” or “he hasn’t been a total ass yet” occasionally sprinkled in their conversations.

This thought also irritated Jess. She wasn’t able to do right by Steve, her best friend since moving to this town, when she secretly enjoyed Billy’s company. And she couldn’t do right by Billy, a boy who over the past weeks had shown just how great of a friend he could be when she constantly undermined his character around Steve. She began to realize she was running out of time, that she would have to be truthful eventually, and that she was on the verge of hurting someone’s feelings. But just like cleaning out her closet, she decided to push this task for later. After all, she wasn’t exactly lying, was she?

“Okay, Jess, I’m in.” Max’s voice ripped her from her thoughts as she turned back around to face the passenger side of Billy’s vehicle.

“Oh, right.” Jess lowered herself in the seat, placing her bag on the floor of the car as she closed her door softly. Billy still had a smirk plastered on his face as he too watched Steve walk toward his car, but it fell when he shifted his head to Jess who was looking at him, mildly annoyed.

“What?”

“I know you’re just trying to piss him off.”

“You don’t know shit, Jess.” Billy gave her a teasing smile as he reached toward the glove box to retrieve his Ray Bans.

“I know he really doesn’t like you.”

“Yeah, well.” He placed the glass on the bridge of his nose and pulled out of his parking spot, unphased by Jess’s statement. Jess tsked at his nonchalant behavior rolling her eyes slightly, turning up the radio for background music. “So what are you doing tonight, Logan? You’re not one of those freaks who chaperone are you?”

Jess nudged his arm harder than intended. “I used to be, thank you very much. But no, not this year.”

Billy laughed at how offended she was. “I’m just sayin’ I don’t understand why any normal teenager would want to spend their night doing that.”

“It’s not that bad. It’s actually kind of nice.”

“Whatever you say, princess. You know, we haven’t broken in your ‘new’ TV yet.” Billy began to raise his eyebrows at her. “Let me take you to Family Video and actually pick out a good movie.”

“I actually already watched Sixteen Candles this week in my room. So it is broken in.”

“Without me?” Billy pretended to be hurt by this fact, gasping at the end of his question for effect. “After I moved it to your room and everything?”

“You don’t even like that movie.”

“I do!” Max spoke up from behind them, leaning in closer to the middle console as she scooted her body closer to their seats.

Jess turned to face her, smiling triumphantly as she addressed her. “Well then maybe we should have a movie night.” She then eyed Billy smugly, insinuating he was the one who had shit taste in movies. Max bounced excitedly at the thought of this, realizing that she would have all the free time in the world this winter break.

“Alright Logan, you let me pick one movie, and the rest can be all the corny chick flicks and sci-fi shit you pick out.”

The three of them pulled into the Mayfield/Hargrove driveway, Billy turning off the ignition before turning to Jess. “Wanna come in for a bit, need to pick up my wallet and drop the kid off to get ready for the Shit Ball.” He flicked Max’s forehead as he said the last part, earning his hand a loud swat from Max.

“The Snow Ball.”

“Whatever.” Jess once again rolled her eyes at their bickering and left the car, but before Jess could position the passenger seat to allow Max to leave comfortably, she instead climbed the middle console as she normally did in the mornings and stepped on the seat before crawling out. “Aye, watch the shoes shitbird.” Max ignored him, walking into the house first with her skateboard in hand. Jess and Billy quickly followed, Billy holding the door for them, closing it once they were all inside. Max quickly retreated to her room, Billy leading Jess to his.

Billy walked straight to his mirror, which stood next to a table that had an assortment of colognes and an ashtray. His wallet was placed next to the tray. Billy thumbed through it to make sure its contents were still there and turned to see Jess standing by his dresser, eyeing what appeared to be a photo album. “Ah shit, forgot to put that away.” He began to grab for it, but instead of putting it away as he first intended, he opened it in front of her. “I guess I did promise to show you California, huh?”

Billy flipped through the album and within seconds made it to pictures of his favorite beach. It looked exactly as Billy described last weekend. The sand looked so soft like it couldn’t possibly burn your feet even if you stepped on it on the hottest day. The ocean was crystal blue, white foam collecting at the edge where it met the shore. Jess looked at the picture at the bottom left and saw the same beach, but this time a beautiful woman was standing in the middle, smiling as bright as the sun that caused her to shield her eyes when taking the shot.

“Is that…”

“My mom,” Billy confirmed. He stared at the picture with Jess, his face still as stone.

“You look a lot like her,” Jess replied softly, afraid that the comparison would make him uncomfortable. Billy nodded his head. He knew this already. Everyone said it.

Except Neil.

“Yeah…” he whispered, his head nod accompanied by a melancholy smile. Jess turned the page slowly, allowing Billy time to stop her if he felt the need to. When the page was flipped, what she found instead of the same beach were birthday pictures, a young Billy posed in almost every one of them. She looked at the middle picture on the right page and saw Billy smiling behind a cake with five candles lit in a circle. The color of the frosting caught Jess’s attention, as it was a strange shade of purple with random blue streaks hidden in spots of the cake.

“You like purple as a kid?”

“What?”

“Your cake.” Jess watched as Billy’s eyes made his way toward the same picture, and then he began to shake his head.

“No, uh, my favorite frosting’s strawberry.” He began to run his index finger over the cake lightly before pulling away again. “But, you know, strawberry frosting’s pink. And my dad didn’t like that so much. Made my mom fix it. She was tryna turn it blue.” Billy then turned the page and directed Jess to another cake, this time it was a shade of bright red and had six candles that were not yet lit. “My dad didn’t like the purple too much either but said it was better than nothing.” He then let out a sad laugh as he kept his attention on the new cake.

“But the next year my mom changed the color. Perfected it, I guess. That’s kind of why red’s my favorite color now, got used to it every year.” However, this wasn’t entirely the case. The truth was, though he did favor red when buying certain clothing and objects for his room, he would much rather be able to say that pink was his favorite. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was due to the fact that he wasn’t allowed the color in his life. Maybe it was the way that he was envious Max was allowed it though she was able to choose not to like it. But he chose red, just like his mother did, and that would have to be enough.

Before Jess could figure out how to respond to this, Billy began to navigate effortlessly through the pages again, where he found more recent pictures of himself and other teenagers who looked around his age at the same beach he showed her earlier. They stayed for a moment as he pointed out certain pictures and memories before he grabbed the album and plopped it on his bed, nodding toward it, indicating she should go sit. He went to the opposite side dropping himself down as well as he moved the album closer to the pair. Billy propped his upper half with his left elbow, his lower half draped off the right side of the bed. His head would have been on her lap if he hadn’t been holding himself up, making Jess shift nervously. They continued to look at pictures of the beach before Billy changed positions, allowing his eyes to meet hers.

“So whatya think now, Logan, east coast or west coast.” Jess looked away from the pictures and down at Billy, who was already giving her a smug grin, looking up at her with a glint in his eye.

“Mmm…” Jess then shrugged her right shoulder forward, rocking the upper half back and forth, teasing her uncertainty, “I guess California isn’t too bad.”

Billy turned himself once again, facing the album, his arm now brushing against Jess’s leg as he continued to flip through the pages with his other hand. There were now pictures of carnival rides and games. Behind most of these pictures was a beach, but it was much more crowded than the beach Billy had been showing her.

“Santa Cruz beach boardwalk,” Billy said as he continued to turn the pages. Lots of pictures were taken here, many of which had what looked to be an 8 or 9-year-old Billy throughout them. There was only one of what looked to be a younger Neil, still sporting the same mustache he had now. Unlike his son, he wasn’t smiling as he barely wrapped his arm around Billy for the picture. “My mom always wanted to visit the Bay Area.”

They continued to look through the pictures, Billy attempting to only show her the pictures of things to do in the state of California and avoid pictures of his family and childhood home. It wasn’t until Billy glanced down at his wrist to look at the time when they decided to leave his room. “Better get goin’ if I’m picking the movie tonight, huh?” Billy playfully smacked Jess’s leg as he began to pull himself off the bed. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his keys, jingling them in his hand as he made his way to his bedroom door. Jess left the album open on the bed as she followed him out of the room, both of them walking out the front door together.

Billy walked toward the passenger door as he began to make a habit of opening it for Jess when she was riding with him. She remembered when she used to be annoyed by the gesture, but now she realized that she rather enjoyed it, allowing him to shut the door for her when she was secured inside. When he entered the car as well, he quickly peeled out of the driveway, ensuring they were no longer driving on Cherry Lane when Neil’s vehicle pulled in.

They pulled into the parking lot for Family Video in record time, Billy wasting no time as he promptly exited the car. He began rounding the front of the Camaro but stopped when he watched Jess open her own door and exit just as quickly. Jess noticed where he was standing and looked back at the door before looking at Billy again.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Didn’t I say I was a gentleman?”

“Eh. You’re kind of on and off with it.” Jess smiled back at him as he shook his head.

“Smart ass.”

Billy walked closely behind Jess as they entered the store, making a point to open the door for her before they did. She began to look around the store, beginning to walk toward the left. However, Billy grabbed her arm and began to steer her to the right of the store. “Wrong way, princess.” She looked in the direction of where he was leading her, and her eyes began to widen as she saw the section they were entering.

“Absolutely not!”

“Ah come on. I’ll be right there.”

“Yeah. That makes me feel soooo much better.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

He let go of her arm and began thumbing through the horror movies, looking around to try and find something more interesting than what was already in front of him. He then looked over at Jess again, still expecting an answer to her earlier statement.

“You seem like the type to try and scare me even more than the movie is going to.”

“You should learn to trust me a little more, Logan.” He then held up two tapes and faced them toward her. “How about I let you choose.” Jess was now looking at Friday the 13th and Halloween II.

“How about…” She mocked the way he spat out his last sentence “… neither.” After what happened in Hawkins, she would have thought her fear of horror movies would have subsided, that nothing could beat the fear of what she witnessed both last and this year. It was only a week before Halloween that Steve also attempted to watch Halloween II with her and Nancy, and instead of Nancy cuddling up to Steve as he intended, she was allowing Jess to hide behind her as she refused to look at the screen. Steve looked only slightly put out the rest of the movie, earning Jess the nickname “cock-block” for the rest of the week.

“Alright then, smart ass.” He put back Halloween II, the movie Jess would have picked if she really had to, considering she had already “seen” it, and held the other tape in his right hand, beginning to steer Jess to the front counter with his left.

“Are we really gonna watch that?”

“I’ll let you pick out the snacks.”

“Great...”

Billy successfully added the rented movie to his family’s account and the two of them left, Jess shuffling her feet a bit slower than usual, slightly less excited for tonight, not wanting to seem incredibly lame for her inability to watch the screen as the movie Billy picked out played.

As they left the parking lot, Billy drove passed the mini-mart everyone usually picked out snacks for a movie from Family Video, and instead began in the direction of the grocery store on the other side of town. Jess began to turn her head toward the mini-mart and began to open her mouth before Billy quickly interrupted.

“Can’t go there. The guy won’t sell to me.”

“Won’t sell to… what do you mean ‘won’t sell to you’?”

Billy just gave her a mischievous grin and turned his attention back to the road. Jess then scoffed. “You really think we’re gonna be drinking in my room with my parents in the same house?”

“Relax… it’s just for me. Unless you actually wanted some. Then whatever.” Jess just shook her head in response, failing to hide her smile as she pretended to disapprove.

They arrived at the grocery store where Billy apparently had the “hookup”, a middle-aged man who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but there. Billy quickly went after a six-pack of American Colonial and then turned to Jess. “Whatever you want, princess.”

“Whatever I want.” Jess repeated back, reassuring Billy that she will be getting just that. Considering that she would be forced to watch a movie that would cause Billy to tease her for the rest of Christmas break, she figured he owed her. She made her way to the candy isle first, grabbing a few Charleston chews bars and then a Twix bar. She handed these over to Billy, freeing up her hands as she walked over to the chips and crackers isle, grabbing a bag of Doritos and a package of room-temperature microwave popcorn. “You’re lucky I have drinks at the house,” she stated smugly and began walking toward the register Billy pointed out to her earlier.

“Is that everything…” The middle-aged man, apparently named Brian, asked with a monotone voice.

“Yup,” Billy responded, not looking back at the man until he slid his cash out of his wallet and handed it to him.

“One thirty-two is…”

“You can keep it big guy.” Billy grabbed the bag and the six-pack from the side of the register, nodding at Brian as he turned to leave.

“Yippie…” Jess heard Brian sigh as they walked away.

The ride to Cherry Lane was longer as this grocery store was not on the same side of town as their neighborhood was. When they eventually made it back home, it was beginning to get dark, which made Jess slightly anxious.

“Shit, I think dinner’s done…” Jess began as she unclicked her seat belt and reached for the door handle. The original plan, as described by Billy, was for him to drop her and the goods off, park his Camaro back at his house, and wait a few hours before climbing her roof to her window. However, she looked back at Billy with something else in mind. “Do you… wanna maybe come in? For dinner I mean. I don’t think my parents will care. You can still come back later tonight.”

Billy looked at her for a few moments, watching her nervously shift as she asked this question. It caused him to smile. If he were to tell her the truth, he would say how much he enjoyed the first time he ate dinner with her and her family, and how she would never have to ask if he wanted to do it again. All she would have to do was tell him he was welcome to.

Instead, he dropped his smile and shrugged nonchalantly, looking away from her and to her front door. “I mean, I guess.”

“You don’t have to if…” Billy was already out of the car, unwilling to have her finish that sentence.

“Let’s get to it, Logan.” Billy was at her car door again, opening it as she grabbed the plastic bag from her feet. When her door was closed, she noticed that he had taken the six-pack out of the car with him.

“You said that was for you!” She whispered harshly at him.

“It is. For tonight.” He winked at her and positioned the pack at the bottom of the bag, covering it with the rest of the snacks. “Why do you think I asked for your shit to be double-bagged?”

“Dammit, Billy.”

“Better hurry upstairs.” He winked again, nudging her with his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll distract them. They love me.”

He was right. For some strange reason, they had taken a major liking to him, especially since the TV incident. And to her dismay, her mother refused to stop talking about how Billy Hargrove was such a ‘nice boy’.

Yeah. Right.

Jess swiftly unlocked the front door and made her way to the stairs, movie in one hand, the now heavy plastic bag in the other.

“Hey mom, I’m just gonna-“

“Oh hi, hun. Oh and Billy! What a wonderful surprise! Dinner’s about ready if you’re hungry dear.”

Billy had obviously occupied her parents without even trying, giving Jess an ample amount of time to stash the bag before either of her parents even wondered what she had. When she made her way back downstairs Billy gave her a chum smile, accompanied by another wink as he made his way to the dining room.

“Told you,” he whispered just loud enough for Jess to hear, both Mr. and Mrs. Logan scrambling around the kitchen.

“Shut up.”

Dinner tonight was made up of skirt steak, Mrs. Logan’s famous garlic mashed potatoes as served last time Billy stayed for dinner, and an assortment of roasted vegetables. As usual, it was amazing. The silence that accompanied the occasional sound of silverware clanking against porcelain was soon interrupted by Mrs. Logan.

“Oh! Billy!” Mrs. Logan took a drink from her wine glass before continuing as she captured the rest of the table’s attention. “So my husband has been talking to your father…” she smiled at Mr. Logan, missing Billy’s cringe at the mention of his dad. “They’ve been doing a lot of that at the bank, and the topic of Christmas came up.” She was now looking back at Billy and Jess, both their expressions confused.

Mr. Logan cleared his throat, nodding as he was beginning to remember the conversation his wife was alluding to. “Right. So we normally do Christmas Eve with the Harrington’s and their boy Steve. He’s actually on the basketball team as well, I’m sure you know him.”

The same mischievous smile from the car came back as he looked over at Jess quickly before turning his attention to her father. “Oh yeah. Harrington. We’re great friends.”

“Oh good. Figured you would be.” Billy glanced over at Jess again as she cleared her throat. “Well we were thinking, since your family is new into town, you guys live practically next door, and since you, Steve, and Jess seem to be friends, I invited your family over for Christmas Eve as well. We just do dinner and-“

Mr. Logan was interrupted by Jess choking on her steak. She reached out for her water and chugged a bit, clearing her airways before looking at her dad. Billy was covering his smile with his hand, his elbow propped up on the table, attempting to look unphased.

“Sorry,” Jess coughed out. “D- do you think we’ll have enough room? I mean, we don’t have that many chairs and-“

“Oh don’t be silly, it’ll be fine. Besides, the table extends and I’m sure we’ll find some other chairs upstairs," Mrs. Logan butt in. Billy remembered the room upstairs with all the old, mismatched furniture, and wondered if any of those chairs would be in any condition to be sat on, considering most were missing legs.

“Alright,” Jess said in a small voice, pushing her food around with her fork. It wasn’t the idea of having Billy over for Christmas Eve that made her uneasy, rather, the fact that she would be having Billy over for Christmas Eve with Steve Harrington. It will be a whole evening. A whole evening of Harrington and Hargrove in the same house. At the same table. And she would be in the middle of it.

The vexatious glint in his eye was still there as he removed his hand from in front of his mouth and looked back and forth between her parents. “That sounds great. Can’t wait.” He then smiled over at Jess before bringing back his attention to his food and began to eat again. “By the way Mrs. Logan, dinner is amazing.”

Jess continued to sneak annoyed glances at Billy, who was smugly eating his dinner, apparently amused at what just happened. When everything was finished and both Billy and Jess brought the remaining dishes back to the kitchen, Billy once again spoke up.

“Thank you so much for tonight, but I should get going soon. Again, Mrs. Logan, dinner was great.”

“Well thank you for stopping by, don’t be a stranger!” Mrs. Logan called out to him.

Billy strutted his way back to Jess, who was standing at the landing of her stairs by the entryway. As he reached out for the doorknob, he looked down at Jess, towering over her until he bent down so his lips were just at her ear.

“See you tonight, gorgeous.”

@nix-rose @fandom-princess-forevermore @ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo @axionn @defenslessheart-main @the-lost-are-ignored

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xiaoluclair · 3 months

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Yo! Hi. So,

Lestappen 7, 16 or 48

Mctwinks 32, 13 or 17

Norstappen 22, 20 or 2

Please and thank you

hi boo, imma get one of these out bc it was draiiinning and write the other two later!

17. to distract // ln4.op81 // G

Liam was a terrible influence, really. The Logan of this morning, bleary eyed and braindead with the prospect of a new day, would never have picked a lock, let alone failed at picking it and been bestowed with detention the entire month.

So. Terrible influence.

It's in the hour before his first detention, where he's stowed himself away in the library next to Oscar, that he gets a WhatsApp notification from his mom. Don't forget eggs for tonight! Also Kat has something to ask you.

logan, pops down from the top of the screen a second later. He thumbs open the message thread. i left dad's present in m02.

good for you, Logan thumbs out, while trying to think of a way to get out of detention that isn't 'I have to buy eggs'.

"What's wrong?" Oscar asks him. "You've got your 'Something is wrong' face on."

"I have to run groceries for my dad's birthday cake," Logan tells him. The time on his phone flicks to 16:57. "And get my sister's present for him that she forgot in the art block, and do this while I'm in detention."

"I can do those," offers Oscar.

"We're going out for dinner at six," added Logan, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder as he stood. "I haven't even told my mom yet. Don't play the Jurassic Park theme tune at my funeral."

Oscar grins. "No promises. And don't tell you mum," he adds, grabbing his own bag and following Logan out of the library, "not today anyway."

"Okay," they turn down a corridor of lockers, "so I should just. Not show up? Happy birthday dad, your son's M.I.A."

Oscar doesn't say anything for a minute. Logan leaves him be, caught up in his own trainwreck. They get to the room with a minute left on the clock. Logan turns to give Oscar a hug. When they pull apart, Oscar gives his shoulder a squeeze, round lump of a nose scrunched up a little with his grin. "Sit near the window," he says. "And leave the rest to me."

Logan enters detention feeling suitably concerned about his best friend's mental health. There's a couple of people already sat down, and a girl takes up the seat closest to the row of windows so Logan takes the seat just behind her. There's no teacher. Two minutes later, a boy lopes in, and drops his backpack down as he props himself on the desk at the front of the room, a wrinkled piece of paper in hand. "Prigard?"

"Here."

"Lawrence?"

"Yup."

"Sargeant?"

"Uh, here," says Logan, staring. He's fairly certain the guy is too young to be a teacher. He barely looks older than Logan. No one else says anything about it though, so.

It's fifteen minutes into the hour, maybe, when the door opens. Logan glances up, history essay blurring on the table. A few others do too, including the guy at the front, who's spent the entire time after taking roll fiddling on his phone.

"Ella Hare?" he says, glancing down at the register sheet. "You're a little late."

"Sorry," says Oscar, slipping slightly awkwardly into the room. "Got stuck in a comb."

Guy At The Front lights up like a very small Christmas Tree. He leans forward slightly. "Glad you found your way out."

Oscar makes his way to the front of the room. By this point, everyone in the is watching with at least an absent boredom. "Sorry to interrupt, mister..."

"Norris," says the guy, grinning.

"Mr Norris," repeats Oscar, stopping at the other end of the desk, and Logan can see his entire face. "What are your thoughts on... defenestration."

Logan puts his pad of paper and pen carefully into his bag. He zips it up as quietly as he can while Mr Norris says, "I love defenderation." Logan's hand slips, and the zipping goes slightly high-pitched and too loud. He freezes, eyes on the back of Mr Norris's head. It starts to turn.

"Hey," says Oscar loudly, quickly, "Mr Norris, are you free right now?"

A pause. "Depends," says Mr Norris. Logan edges out of his seat.

"Would you mind listening to my sister's grade eight saxophone?" Oscar continues. Logan nearly chokes on his own tongue.

"Would I..." echoes Mr Norris, and now he sounds confused.

"Yeah," says Oscar. The girl next to Logan is watching him creep his bag onto his shoulders with raised, incredibly studded eyebrows. Logan wonders if they're legal. "She needs a second opinion?"

"I'm the second opinion?"

"On estimate," says Oscar, and then there's a saxophone blaring through the room, just obnoxious enough for Logan to lift his chair back into the desk and fumble the window open. Now everyone is looking at him. There's a set of twins who look like they're three second away from shitting themselves with laughter.

Logan looks to where Oscar has his phone out. Mr Norris has perched on the end of the desk, back of his curly head to Logan and eyes on Oscar. He reaches up just as Logan puts his leg out of the window, and presses a finger to Oscar's phone. The music cuts out on a high note. "She's good," he says. "But is that what you came here to ask? If you were looking for Brown, then-"

Logan's arm slips and bangs into the window sill. Shit.

"What the-" Mr Norris twists. Logan's mentally signing his death certificate, when Oscar lunges out and his hand goes around Mr Norris's cheek. And then he, to Logan's immense horror, crushes their mouths together.

Logan's pretty sure his jaw just hit the other side of the earth.

Then he remembers why Oscar's just kissed a teacher, and funnels himself the rest of the way out of the window as quickly as possible.

Liam hands him a carton of eggs, the present his sister forgot, and three packs of Daim. "Sorry," he says, sincerely. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew that was all today."

"No problem," says Logan, still reeling. "All in the name of love."

Liam looks at him concernedly. "Right. Are you. Okay?"

"Oscar kissed a teacher," Logan tells him. That's illegal, he's pretty sure. More illegal than twenty piercings in one eyebrow.

Liam's face goes bewildered. "Really? Why?"

Logan groans. "To get me out of detention."

"Why'd he have to kiss a teacher?" asks Liam, confused. "Wasn't Lando taking it?"

Now Logan's also confused. He asks, tucking the eggs, the present, and two of the Daim packs into his bag. "Lando?"

Liam elaborates, taking the Daim pack and opening it so Logan can arrange everything in a way that hopefully won't break the eggs, "Lando Norris? Curly hair, kind of tanned. He's a senior. And a teacher's pet, although I'm not sure how, he's not exactly known for being the perfect academic."

"So he's not a teacher?" Logan checks.

Liam shakes his head, confirming, "Nope," as he passes Logan the opened Daim pack. "Also you better get a move on, or Oscar kissing Lando to get you out of detention is going to mean nothing." Urged on and sufficiently comforted by the knowledge that his best friend will not be sent to jail, Logan rushes to flag down his bus home.

are you alive? he sends Oscar. he isnt a teacher btw hes a senior. also im on the bus.

The reply comes while he's video taping his dad cutting the cake and he's singing Happy Birthday a lot quieter than his mom. That's a relief, it reads, punctuation and all, because I'm pretty sure I asked him out for good measure.

Logan continues recording, and just hopes Oscar's bid for love never involves breaking into the cupboard of art supplies.

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Peter Brown - Christmas, Combe Park (2019)

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glassofspoiledmilk · 4 months

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hi :3!! can u write hcs or a short fic of miya chinen with a rich!s/o that constantly spoils him? like, he'd talk about wanting something, and then a second later, that thing is right next to him? HSHSHS SORRY IF MY GRAMMAR'S BADD, ENG IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE :'D

EEEE omg I would love to!! Tysm for requesting 🫶💞

I want it, I got it

synopsis: Miya chinens rich s/o loves to spoil him, especially during the holidays!

WC: 1.2k

"Hey Miya!" You say as you hear him pick up the phone.

"oh hey, what's up?" he responds, the sounds of racing skateboards emitting from the background.

"oh sorry are you at practice right now?" you apologize.

"Yeah, but it's fine, what do you need?' he replied.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping later, ya know for christmas and stuff" you ask as you roll over on your bed.

"sure, what time were you thinking-"

"miya breaks over!"

"crap" he groaned

"text me the time alright? gotta go, love you" he said as he hung up the phone.

You smiled as you gleefully texted your boyfriend the times you wanted to meet up.

“How do you feel about 1:00-1:30sih?”

you then threw your phone down onto your bed and patiently waited for a response.

Growing up rich always made it easy for you to spoil your beloved boyfriend. whether it was clothes or games, everything he wanted, you bought. Every time you would buy him something you could tell he felt a little bad for not being able to pay you back, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. But as long as he was happy, that’s all the return you needed.

At around 12:00 in the afternoon you hear a slight ‘ding!’ Come from your phone.

“Yea sure, i'll meet you at the mall at 1:00”

The message read from your Lock Screen.

You hearted the message and stood up to start getting ready.

You walked into your closet, which housed a tremendous amount of clothing, and grabbed out a comfortable yet classy outfit.

After you changed your clothes, you walked out of the closet and into the bathroom attached to your bedroom.

All of your toiletries were there, ranging from things like drugstore deodorant to luxury perfumes.

You brushed your teeth and then quickly lathered on your favorite deodorant scent.

You opened the drawer connected to your sink and pulled out a hairbrush.

You combed your hair until it was knot free, and then spritzed on a bit of perfume to top it all off.

You start to make your way out of your room and downstairs to the main area. You walk over to your garage and grab your purse off a shelf.

“I’m leaving, going shopping, be back soon!” You yell as you exit the house.

As soon as you enter the garage you kick up your skateboard and start on your way to the mall.

When you arrived at the mall you left your skateboard in one of the bike stands and waited outside for Miya.

seconds upon arrival you hear a skateboard coming up behind you. when you turned around to see who it was, you were met with the face of your boyfriend.

"hey! How was practice?" you say, greeting him.

"it was ok, kinda boring to be honest" he says, parking his skateboard next to mine.

"Well, are you ready to shop?" you ask cheerfully.

"yup" he smiles in response.

the two of you walked over to the entrance and pulled open the large doors.

"So where do you wanna go first?" you ask.

"i'm not really sure, there was this new game i wanted to look at but its kinda expensive" he replies sheepishly

"where can you buy it?" you add.

"I'm pretty sure they sell it at GameStop, why?" he says, giving you a puzzled look.

"well you want it, so I'm buying it for you"

and before he could get another word in, you grabbed his hand and took off towards the store.

it was down the hall from where you were, so it only took a few seconds to get to.

"you really don't have to buy it, it's fine" Miya protested.

"I want to buy it for you!" you say as you drag him into the store.

"So what game is it?" you say, aimlessly wandering around the store.

He stays silent for a moment.

"Splatoon 3.." he says, obviously embarrassed.

you giggle slightly at his reddened face.

you walked over to the section of the store titled "Switch games", knowing that that was his main gaming system.

you scanned the shelves until you came across the package titled "Splatoon 3"

you grabbed it off the shelf and got in line to pay.

"Is this all?" the cashier said as he rang up the game.

"yes" you replied while grabbing your wallet out of your purse.

"Will you be paying cash or card today?" he added.

"card" you said, grabbing your credit card from the wallet.

you slid the card into the reader and paid for the game.

"thank you, have a nice day" the worker said as he handed you the bag.

"you too!" you replied, happily grabbing the bag.

you turned around and walked over to miya, who was now standing against the shelf closest to the line.

"here you go!" you said, handing him the bag.

"Thank you!" he said as he engulfed you in a sudden hug.

you felt your face heat up, but you soon relaxed into it.

"your welcome!" you replied with a laugh and a smile.

he released you from the hug, and while still holding onto your hand, the two of you started to walk out of the store.

"do you mind if we head over to Forever 21? there's some things i wanna pick up" you asked as the both of you reentered the busy mall.

"i don't mind" he said, looking at you with a smile.

you smiled back and you made your way towards forever 21.

When you arrived at the store you wandered around for a bit, grabbing a few clothing articles you liked.

until coming across a sweatshirt.

"omg miya look at what i found!" you exclaim.

you held up a grey sweatshirt that had two cats on it with their tails making a heart.

"isnt it cute??" you add.

"Yea it's cute i guess" he replies.

"you wanna get matching ones??" you ask excitedly.

"sure" he says with a slight smile.

you grab two of the sweatshirts and put them into your basket with the rest of the clothes you had originally picked out.

"hm....well now that we have matching sweatshirts we might as well get matching pants" you say as you start to scavenge for pajama pants.

you look for a good few minutes until you find them.

It was a matching set of pink and black hello kitty pajama pants.

"miya come look at these" you say.

"we should totally match with these" you add with a smile.

"no way i'm not wearing hello kitty pants!" he huffs.

"aww cmon pleaseee" you plead dramatically.

"fine! But only because you want them!" he says.

it was obvious he did not want them just because you did

you giggled at his childishness.

"I think this is all I need, are you ready to go?" I ask.

"yea i'm ready" he says as you start to make your way over to the line.

When the two of you make it to the front of the line, you hand the clothes to the cashier and quickly pay.

"hey..i just wanted to say thank you for everything" Miya said as the two of you started to make your way out of the mall.

"it's no problem! you know how much I love buying you stuff" you say, slightly squeezing his hand tighter.

he slightly leans his head on your shoulder and almost inaudibly says

"i love you"

A/N: sorry this isn't my best work, I've been feeling really sick lately, but I still hope you enjoy it

#miya chinen #Miya #miya x reader #sk8 the infinity #x reader #fluff oneshot #merry christmas #sk8 miya #skateboarding #fluff #sk8 fanfic

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kiss-me-over-the-garden-gate · 4 months

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recently got a copy of mansfield park for christmas and plan to give it a reread. we had to read it in high school, and I remember our teacher Mr. Hammond (always wore suits and had neatly combed pure white hair with a goatee) talking about how insipid the main character Fanny Price was and how all she did was cry

which I found pretty embarrassing bc I could relate to her SOOO heavily. it felt like a shameful secret to feel that way. she was unrequitedly in love with someone who loved someone else, and at the time, I had a huge crush on this guy who was obsessed with and briefly dated one of my "closest" friends. and she was in a household that alternated between overlooking and berating her and she didn't really "belong" anywhere. which was certainly true of me at the time.

nowadays I relate more heavily to other Austen characters like Emma Woodhouse and Elizabeth Bennett, and I've felt the struggles of Anne Elliot too. but Fanny will always be the Austen character I related to first, and though I never expect to feel exactly like her again, I guess she's dear to me for that. it will be interesting to see what rereading mansfield park is like over a decade after my liberation from that situation.

#mansfield park #fanny price #jane austen

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laughingphoenixleader · 4 months

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Ok normally I don’t like this song but I got this idea today— Baby It’s Cold Outside but with Jesse and Becky when they’re dating and it’s flirty and teasing not creepy bc they’re in a consensual relationship 💕

this was a JOY to write I hope you enjoy!!

beautiful, please don’t hurry

“All right, Jess, I should probably get going,” Becky sighs, reluctance filling her voice. It’s their first Christmas as a couple, and Jesse, as always, had gone all-out. Though he’d spent the earlier part of the day with his family, he had cooked a romantic Christmas dinner at her apartment, they’d exchanged gifts (Jesse got her a sapphire bracelet to match the earrings he’d gotten her for Valentine’s day, and she’d gotten him a new leather jacket, the exact one he’d stared longingly at in a shop window a few weeks before, which left him speechless for an entire twenty seconds) gone for a walk around the area with the biggest and brightest Christmas tree, and they drove around looking at Christmas lights while blasting Christmas music in the car (Jesse had practically lost his mind every time Elvis had come on) and singing along at the top of their lungs. Now they had been sitting in Jesse’s Mustang, parked in the parking lot of her apartment complex, talking for what was probably way too long. Well. Talking hadn’t been all they’d been doing. The lipstick smeared around Jesse’s mouth was proof of that.

Jesse makes one of his signature dramatically devastated faces. “But baby, it’s cold outside,” he sings. Because of course he’s singing.

“It’s 90 degrees, Jess,” Becky deadpans.

Jesse’s eyes sparkle with amusement. “But baby, it’s cold outside,” he continues, then leans over his seat and grabbing a guitar from the backseat.

“Do you always keep a guitar in here?” Becky asks, and she can’t help but chuckle at the way he barely wedges both himself and his guitar into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll hold your hands; they’re just like ice,” Jesse sings, strumming the guitar and then holding his hands out for hers. She rolls her eyes and sighs a little, but can’t help slipping her hands into his outstretched ones. Only an idiot would pass up a chance to hold hands with the boyfriend she’s got.

He gives her an expectant look. “Jess, I’m not singing,” Becky tells him firmly, even as her resolve wanes.

Jesse gives her those puppy eyes he knows she is usually terrible at resisting, tilting his head to the side, pleading with those gorgeous green eyes that can express those big emotions he’s got better than any eyes she’s ever seen.

She shakes her head no, and he nods understandingly, dropping her hands and turning to put the guitar away. But she can’t help herself.

“My mother will start to worry,” Becky sings. Usually, she hates this song. It sounds like a guy forcing a woman to stick around with him, even though she clearly asks to leave. While she definitely could be desiring to stay but feeling the urge to leave, regardless, the guy won’t take no for an answer, and that makes Becky’s blood boil. She’s been in situations like that before, and there’s nothing sweet about them.

But when Jesse sings it, it feels like a new song entirely. As songs tend to when he lends his amazing voice to them. She doesn’t hesitate to tell him this, and she can tell it means the world to him. Which works out for her, too, because it means he sings for her all the time. It’s like the best concert ever every couple days, and Becky can’t get enough of it.

Jesse’s face lights up, just as she’d known it would, which is why she’d given in in the first place. When Jesse feels an emotion, he practically overflows with it, so making him happy is kind of Becky’s favorite thing. “Beautiful, what’s your hurry?” he continues in that soft, perfect tenor of his, winking at her and beaming.

They sing the song all the way through, Jesse especially loving telling her “your hair looks swell”, and when she tells him his does too.

When she sings, “Lend me your comb,” he actually hands her his favorite comb, Mr. Goodpart, which makes them both giggle their way through the next couple lyrics.

The farther they go in the song, the more dramatically they sing the words, until Jesse pretends to die when he sings “if you got pneumonia and died”. They’re both laughing and having the best time, until the last “baby, it’s cold outside,” when Jesse slows down his strumming and sings in his prettiest, softest tone, and Becky does her best to harmonize with him. They lean in as they sing, and once the last note fades, their lips meet in one of Jesse’s world-famous kisses. Well. They’re world-famous to her.

He’s the best kisser she’s ever had, and, though she probably hasn’t had as many past lovers as he has (maybe they should count and compare sometime), she’s dated her fair share of guys. But none of them ever made her feel like she could kiss them forever. And never want to kiss anyone else ever again, because it just can’t compare to the love and passion and pure romance that he infuses into each one.

When they break the kiss, Becky’s heart is racing, adrenaline thrumming through her veins, just as their kisses always leave her. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Jesse tells her in that quiet, tender voice he saves just for her, just for moments like these.

“Merry Christmas, Jess,” she tells him, and they place their foreheads against each other’s, sitting like that for a moment, hands entwined over the console in between them.

“Now, you better get inside before it gets any colder out there,” Jesse advises as he pulls away, winking. Becky chuckles and opens the door, stepping out of the car and walking around to hug him goodbye (he just so happens to give the best hugs, too).

As she heads inside, giving him a wave over her shoulder, she’s filled with contentment and the kind of happiness that buzzes through you and fills you to bursting.

This, what she and Jesse have, is the greatest gift Becky could’ve asked for.

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