#come get ur free chocolate
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PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏
“pt.1” here
Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3
perv!geto is my obsession atm
contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3
MDNI
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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.
So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.
“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.
“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.
“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.
“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”
The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.
Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.
Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.
You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.
Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.
What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.
Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.
Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.
You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.
Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.
Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.
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“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.
Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.
“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.
Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.
Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.
Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.
“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.
“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.
“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.
“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.
Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.
Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, “Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,
“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.
He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.
“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.
——
When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.
His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.
You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.
The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.
Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.
"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.
You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.
You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.
"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.
"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.
"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.
"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.
The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."
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"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.
"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.
"A-again-" you whined,
"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.
You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.
"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.
He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.
"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.
Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.
"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.
Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.
Geto was getting off on this so hard.
Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.
"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.
He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.
"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.
You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.
Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.
"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.
His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.
"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.
"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,
"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.
You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.
"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.
Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.
Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.
Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.
You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.
You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.
You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.
Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.
#this is so#geto pls just 5 min#the things i would do#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#getou suguru x you#jujutsu geto#geto x you#geto smut#getou suguru x reader#geto x reader#jjk geto#geto suguru x reader#gojo x geto#geto suguru#geto suguru drabble#jjk suguru#satoru x suguru#jujutsu kaisen suguru#getou suguru x y/n#getou suguru smut#sugurugeto#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader
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𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡
one piece social media + dating
pt.2
feat: ace
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_ynln: mad he lost a handstand contest to some kid 🥱🥱
tagged: ace
ace: tell me how i got rated a 6/10 and that rat of a human got 9/10 🫤
↳ marco_o: you definitely got bullied as a kid with that attitude (liked by chef.thatch, _ynln, yamatoto)
↳ _ynln: MARCO JWVFIJBVFQO 😭😭
↳ ace: just letting you guys know, i wasn't bullied. i was the bully 💪💪
↳ izou.u: that does NOT make it any better
↳ saaaa_bo: why are you proud of that, all you did was bully luffy
↳ ace: now i'm not saying i stand with bullying but.. ☝️
↳ yamatoto: BUT WHAT???
p1rateking_luffy: Hehe Ace remember when we used to have handstand contests and Makino was the judge! 😁
↳ _ynln: omg that sounds adorable
↳ ace: yeah and you would fall on your head
↳ ace: makes sense why you're so stupid
↳ p1rateking_luffy: what does that mean
↳ ace: see what i'm saying
↳ saaaa_bo: you're literally the last person that can say anything
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_ynln: girls don’t want no scrubs!
[music: No Scrubs - TLC ♫]
tagged: lovenami, nicorobin
nicorobin: had so much fun with you 💗
↳ _ynln: I MISS U ALREADY
ace: YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T STOP LOOKING AT THESE PHOTOS 😍😍❤️🔥❤️🔥💝💞💕❣️❣️
ace: I AM NOT A SCRUB GIVE ME A CHANCE!
↳ _ynln: stop i have a boyfriend
↳ ace: screw him, i'll fight your boyfriend
↳ _ynln: he'll mess u up
↳ ace: HE PROBABLY STINKS
↳ _ynln: yeah he does LMFAOO (liked by saaaa_bo, marco_o)
↳ ace: 😐😐
ace: PLEASE ONE CHANCE PLEASE 😩😩
↳ _ynln: YOURE SO ANNOYING 😭😭
lovenami: WHEN CAN WE HANG OUT AGAIN
↳ lovenami: I MISS MY HUSTLE PARTNER ALREADY
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_ynln: i want to be that dog so bad
tagged: ace
marco_o: holy shit i've never been jealous of a dog
↳ ace: dw u can kiss me anytime 😘
↳ marco_o: bruh no i meant i want to sock you in the face
sh444nks: HAHAHA this is so good
↳ _ynln: omg i made it in life, redhair shanks commented on my post????!
↳ iampops: Yn I comment too
izou.u: first photo made my day, thanks yn
↳ yamatoto: real!!1!
p1rateking_luffy: AHAHHAHAH THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHHA
saaaa_bo: this photo is free therapy
ace: WOW THIS COMMENT SECTION MADE ME REALISE ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FAKES
↳ yamatoto: so glad ur self aware!!
↳ _ynln: love u i swear!
↳ ace: u r full of shit
↳ _ynln:❣️
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ace: my pookie dookie 💩 💗
tagged: _ynln
_ynln: words can't explain how much i hate that caption
↳ ace: my sweet white mocha frappuccino with two pumps vanilla, chocolate drizzle and one scoop of java chips
↳ _ynln: omg wow i was so close to pressing the block button
_ynln: rare photo of ace w a shirt on ‼️
saaaa_bo: @_ynln blink twice if u need help
iampops: W photo 💪
↳ ace: POPS WHAT
↳ marco_o: WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT
↳ iampops: Big slay ☝️☝️
↳ iampops: Yn no cap 🚫
↳ izou.u: someone literally needs to come get their grandpa 😭
↳ _ynln: pops using colloquial language needs to be protected in a museum (liked by ace)
p1rateking_luffy: Yummy food 😋😋
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece x reader#one piece smau#one piece imagine#luffy x reader#smau#one piece x you#one piece fluff#one piece scenario#ace x reader#portgas d ace x reader#ace headcanons#sabo x reader#ace x yn#marco x reader#thatch x reader#izou x reader
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Nightmares
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x wife!reader
Word count: 831
Warnings: Dad!Simon, Mom!reader, simon being a good daddy, simon talking like the british bitch he is, and ur son being named tommy after simon's brother
Summary: When Simon gets home late from a mission, everything in your house is supposed to be silent. Except your son.
Simon steps into the quiet home, sighing as he leaves Ghost at the door. Everything came tumbling off his shoulders as he takes in the smell of baked cookies, assuming you had baked for your little boy, Tommy.
He checks the fridge, and yup, cookies. Chocolate chip, sitting on a plate. Soft, the only way 7-month old Tommy could eat them.
He hesitates but shuts the fridge again, deciding against eating sugar for dinner. Especially not something you made for the sweet little boy you were raising.
He sighs. It’s late at night, no one’s awake. He’s going to bet you’re curled up in your duvet, Tommy curled up in his own nursery, in his crib. The crib Simon built.
He’s halfway through a glass of water when he hears a whine from upstairs. A soft whine, but still reaches his super soldier ears. Coming from the cracked open door of his sons bedroom. He walks upstairs slowly, as Tommy’s whines get louder. Until they reach a cry.
He assumes you haven’t waken up yet, with all intentions of calming Tommy down before you do wake up.
He pushes the cracked door open until he sees his baby boy crying against the bar of his crib. Simon smiles, walking over and reaching out to pick up Tommy.
Tommy’s eyes lock on Simon’s. For a second, he’s quiet. And Simon thinks he’s alright.
But then Tommy wails louder than ever before.
More than enough to wake you up in the next room.
He keeps wailing even when Simon puts a hand on him and when Simon picks him up, he thrashes around and almost kicks Simon.
And that’s when Simon realizes he never took off his gear.
Or his mask.
He practically rips it off his head, throwing it somewhere across the nursery. He strips off all his clothing until he’s left in just a tight shirt and his tactical pants. “‘S me! ’S daddy. ‘S jus’ daddy!”
Tommy’s wails calm down as he sees his fathers face and he finally reaches for him. Tiny hands grabbing at his father.
Simon picks him up, holding him against his chest, cooing at him. “Nightmare?”
He assumes Tommy’s sniffles means a yes.
“I have ‘em too, bud. Don’ worry, yer mama will take good care of ya. She always takes good care of me,” Simon smiles at the little boy. “Trus’ her.”
Little to Simon’s knowledge, hearing your son’s cries, you had woken up, yawning as you walked to his room, wondering what on earth could possibly have bothered him now.
He was changed, fed, tired…what could he possibly need?
Oh. Daddy’s comfort. Forgot that.
You stand outside the room, watching Simon as he rocks the baby back to sleep, cooing soft nothings to him. You smile, leaning against the doorframe as your actions finally take Simon out of his stare into his son’s eyes.
He turns, looking at you standing at the door. “Lovie.”
You bite back a happy squeal as you walk over to him, ducking into the arm that wasn’t holding Tommy. Resting a hand on Simon’s back, you bring your free hand up to rest on Tommy’s little belly, tickling him softly. “He would not go to sleep today, don’t know what his problem was. He kept wanting to be fed and then he cried over and over for toys and tummy time and god, he’s insane. He started sitting the other day and now, he won’t stop sitting in his crib and whining! Can you believe his attitude?”
“Well, he is yer son,” Simon chuckles softly.
You roll your eyes, “He’s just as petty as his daddy. Isn’t that right, bubby?”
The little boy giggles as you tickle him again. You look back up at Simon. He gives you a soft smile. “He go’ scared of my mas’. Ya thin’ he can’ recognize me?”
“No, he’s just been cranky. He’s seen you in your mask before, it’s not abnormal. He’s just a weird little boy,” you shrug. “Probably just got scared ‘cause the lights were off.”
“Thin’ he’s ready to go down again?” he asks, motioning to the crib. You nod and Simon sets him down, patting him on his chest. The boy lets out a loud gurgle, flashes of white between his pink lips from teething.
You and Simon walk back to your shared bedroom, sighing as you lie down, Simon heading to shower.
When he gets out, he slips on a pair of sweatpants and climbs into bed, curling into you. “Missed ya.”
“Ditto,” you smile, running a hand through his hair. “Did you eat?”
“Nah. Saw yer cookies though. Coulda’ ate ‘em, but figured they were Tom’s,” he cups your cheek, pulling your lips to his. “Ya two had fun while I was gone?”
“Mhm, watched sooo many episodes of Ms. Rachel, skipped over all the daddy parts,” you tease. “He’ll be saying mama in a month.”
“No’ if I go’ anythin’ to do with it.”
#simon riley fluff#simon riley#simon riley imagine#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley cod#ghost call of duty#ghost simon riley#ghost imagine#ghost cod#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost
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ok what about virgin!eddie x reader -- "when he wears THAT flannel" i just want to see him getting showered in compliments and fawning over the attention, he deserves it !!
thanks for ur request angel :D — eddie tries to wear something new and you can't stop ogling at him (established relationship, fluff, part of the tcar universe, 0.8k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie attempts to hang ghost lights on the ceiling of the living room. It’s made only slightly difficult by the rickety step stool he stands on. It’s damn near impossible with the thick flannel constricting his arms.
“Fuck…” he grumbles like a storm cloud, face scrunched in a subtle pout.
You squint up at him from where you untangle the string lights. You watch him rotate his shoulders in distant discomfort, still trying to get used to the new shirt Uncle Wayne bought him.
“You okay, Eds?”
“Yeah, it just… fits weird.”
He squirms in his skin again, and you bite back a laugh.
Your gaze falls to his pale tummy when his arms raise to pin the lights to the wall. His skin is milky white, powder-soft. A tuft of chestnut hair peeks out from the hem of his sweatpants. It suddenly becomes dreadfully difficult to look away from his happy trail.
“I don’t know…” you hum, shrugging as your fingers work a knot from the tangled wire. “I think it fits perfect.”
His chocolate eyes narrow down at you. He playfully jerks at the inch of string lights you give him, tugging down the bottom of his flannel with his free hand. “Keep it in your pants, freak,” he mumbles, a crooked smile hinting at his lips.
You pull yours between your teeth to conceal its brightness.
Eddie keeps working but grows bitterly aware of the fabric weighing on his torso. He’s not used to wearing something so heavy, so dreadfully un-lived in. It’s thick and itchy, so overwhelmingly overstimulating that it’s almost impossible to move in.
Then he feels your eyes on him, and there’s nothing he loves more than your attention, but he still feels a bit like a teenage boy. He’s lanky and clumsy and insecure in just about every aspect, but especially in his body.
It’s weird to have someone who loves him and thinks he’s pretty. It’s good, amazing even, but weird nonetheless. It should make him feel better about himself, and it does a lot of the time, but it also makes him extremely hyperaware of what he looks like and how you must see him.
So when he lifts his arms too high and his pale, pudgy midriff flashes for a second, he huffs all dramatic and stomps down the ladder. “Alright, I’m gonna go change—”
“What? No,” you whine instantaneously, pouting more sincerely than he’s ever seen you. “You look so cute, Eds. Don’t take it off.”
“I look like a lumberjack,” the boy scoffs.
“A very sexy lumberjack,” you correct with a pretty smile.
Eddie grins back, all wide and rosy. He cups your face with warm, calloused palms. “You’re real cute when you lie to me, you know that?” he teases with a scrunched nose.
“I’m not lying! I wouldn’t tell you that if it wasn’t true!”
“No?”
“Nope,” you answer, popping the ‘p’ and shaking your head in his hands. “I’m obsessed with you, and I’m a terrible liar. So you’d definitely know if I wasn’t telling the truth.”
Eddie hopes his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Fair enough,” he mumbles with a curt shrug.
“I, for one, think you look very, very handsome.” You grin and lean forward to kiss the very tip of his nose. It’s warm and pink like the rest of his crumbled-up face.
“Thanks, mom…”
“And I think you look super cozy, too,” you confess, spreading your palms along his covered stomach.
“Cozy?”
“Yeah. You know, like soft— nostalgic. Like a house—”
His chin falls to his chest as he flashes you an incredulous, deadpanned look. “You’re saying I look like a house?”
“No, dummy! You don’t look like a house! You… I don’t know, you feel like a house,” you stammer, then inevitably start to ramble. “Like, you look like where I wanna come home after a long day at work and throw down my keys and take a nap, you know?”
You feel safe, is what you’re really telling him. You feel like where I wanna spend the rest of my life.
Eddie grins so brightly his blushed cheeks start to ache. He can’t help but tease you, anyway. “You got… all that… from a flannel?” he jokes slowly.
“No!” you scoff with the roll of your eyes, perhaps too quickly to be true. “…Not totally. But I do love the easy access, though.”
A tingle rushes up Eddie’s spine when your fingers migrate beneath his flannel. Your touch is soft and cold compared to the warmth of his belly. Your nails scratch at the sparse tuft of hair of his happy trail. He swears his vision goes white for a blink.
He doesn’t get the obsession you have — with his stomach or with him at all — but he revels in it, anyway. He feels like he should. Most people don’t get to find their soulmate, and he gets an entire lifetime with his.
“You’re crazy,” he says, shaking his head and beaming wide.
“For you,” you croon, lovesick and honeyed.
He laughs. “And cheesy."
You shrug and smile, his hands on your cheeks. “What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”
And if this is the worst, Eddie can’t fucking wait for a lifetime of evil.
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OMG LITERALLY LOVED POLAROIDS SO MUCH DUDE 🤭
Also if your taking requests could you maybe write Eddie x fem!Scoops Ahoy Worker!reader
✦ A SCOOP OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS | e. munson x reader ✦
wc: 2k+
pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
warnings: not a lot of warnings tbh, just swearing, jealousy, fluff, like annoyingly fluffy, i hope this isn't cheesy and tiny tiny bit of angst if u RLLY squint
summary: eddie is really enamored with the new scoops ahoy worker, and is jealous of how her and steve get along so well.
authors note: NONNIE PLS EXCUSE HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO WRITE THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASKS FOR A LONG TIME!! im so glad u liked polaroids and now i hope u like this as well and hope i did ur request justice <33 this concept was so fun to write!! ITS ABIT CHEESY BUT I LOVE CHEESY SO EXCUSE ME PLS! also lmk if u want more like this or all ur requests and any of ur feedback pls send me an ask abt anything ily all <3
eddie LOOVES ice cream, and most of all, eddie loves going to scoops ahoy with dustin and annoying the shit out of steve.
it's like their weekly routine at this point, getting ice-cream, but also trying all the flavors so they can get free ice-cream, steve and robin always end up yelling at them.
so eddie entered the scoops ahoy shop with a smirk on his face, and the mission of annoying steve, but his smirk is wiped off and he is almost baffled by something, or rather someone.
you.
he is intrigued at the sight of you, standing next to steve, pouting your glossed plump lips at him for something he is saying, and you look so pretty, that it catches him off guard. even with that stupid scoops ahoy hat on top of your hat, eddie thinks you look so fucking good that it's unfair, and he is too dumbfounded to speak.
you laugh at something steve says, and it makes eddie's heart skip a beat. his mind is fuzzy when he's staring at you, he wonders if you're new here, because if someone as angelic as you worked here before, he wouldn't have missed it.
his attention is drawn back to robin, who tries to take his and dustin's order and dustin asks to try his 100th flavor "god, will you take eddie and dustin's order i need to go on a break!" she exclaims shouting your name, groaning. you nod quickly as you wave steve away.
a warm smile is plastered on your face, "welcome to scoops ahoy! what can i get for you, dustin" you point to dustin, guessing the kid steve always talked about must've been him, and then you turn to eddie.
"and, eddie?" you smile, also remembering him from steve's stories, as he told you all about eddie and how he was 'not jealous' that dustin had gotten another older brother, who played the 'same stupid nerd game as dustin'.
"you know my name?" eddie asked, his eyes widening and his mouth dried up. "robin just told our names, you doofus." dustin lightly nudged him, and a blush crept up eddie's cheeks, his first words to you and he already looked like an idiot, great, he thought to himself.
"oh, not only that but that one talks about you two all the time!" you said giggling as you pointed to steve.
"all good things i hope." eddie chuckled and you gave him a warm smile again, nodding. the way your eyes sparkled as you smiled was etched into his brain forever, dustin realized eddie's adoring looks but he kept his mouth shut.
"so, uh... what kind of ice cream would you like today? we have a lot of flavors!" you asked, showing them dozens of ice cream flavors.
"i'll have one scoop of chocolate and one scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough, and same for him, if that's okay." eddie said, smiling at you.
you looked up at him, your smile widening. "coming right up!" you said sweetly, grabbing a cone and getting to work.
as you did so, dustin lightly nudged eddie's shoulder, eddie could barely turn his head around to dustin when all he could do was focus on you. "what?" he asked annoyed.
"dude, you have to ask her out!" dustin exclaimed excitedly and eddie threw him a look as to say 'keep your voice down idiot, she's right there!'
"what?" eddie asked playing dumb and dustin rolled his eyes, "you've been gawking at her ever since we walked in, just ask her out!" dustin encouraged eddie.
but eddie didn't know how he was supposed to do that. he was the 'freak' of hawkins, and you were- oh you were so pretty, so nice and you seemed so kind. he couldn't even manage to get his words out when you were around, let alone ask you out on a date.
"maybe next time, kiddo." he gave dustin's shoulder a squeeze, as eddie watched you laughing at steve's jokes again, and sighed.
he knew you were out of his league and possibly suited better for someone like 'king steve' anyway, but it didn't stop him from returning in a few days.
"eddie, hi!" the way your face instantly lit up and how you remembered his name, made him smile, eddie was putty in your hands with just two interactions.
"one scoop chocolate and one scoop chocolate chip again?" you remembered his name and his order? eddie's heart was about to burst out of his chest, you were giving the poor boy hope with just existing.
he nodded, and you scooped a generous portion of ice cream into a cone. "will that be all?" your tone was so sweet that it was making eddie sick.
"um, yeah." eddie said, feeling a bit flustered. he took the cone and turned to leave, but then he hesitated, dustin's words rang in his mind. he knew he at least had to start more conversations with you.
"hey, um, do you have any recommendations for other flavors?" he asked, his voice was still timid.
you grinned, excitedly. "oh, there are so many! have you tried the mint chocolate chip? it's my personal favorite." when he shook his head no, you immediately grabbed a spoon feeding him the ice cream.
you excitedly waited for his feedback, your eyes were glimmering, "really good." he managed to get out with a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, making you giggle.
even if eddie wouldn't have liked the flavor, he would pretend that it was his favorite flavor for the rest of his life if it meant he would get to hear your pretty laugh and those dreamy eyes again.
and eddie knew he was obsessed now, he didn't want to be so hooked on you, but you made it easy, so very easy.
and in the next few weeks, eddie started coming to the shop more often, finding excuses to try new flavors and linger around you at all times. and the more he came the more he got comfortable with you, always making small talk, while trying to be funny and charming, but always feeling like he was failing miserably.
but you didn't seem to mind. in fact, him always coming around to see you, and your conversations were the best part of your day, and your job.
you were always laughing the hardest at his jokes, asking him about his day, and even sneaking him extra scoops of ice cream every now and then.
but eddie had one problem.
steve.
he was always there, talking to you, and making you laugh, jealousy was starting to consume him.
he couldn't help the agonizing anxiety inside of him that made him feel like he wasn't good enough for you, especially compared to steve who seemed to be a ladies' man and had a natural charm to him, along with the 'king steve' title that eddie felt he lacked, the only title he had was, 'the freak'.
and eddie couldn't get you out of his head. his head was constantly filled with thoughts of you and the little moments the two of you shared at scoops ahoy.
so when he came to the shop the next day, he had one thing on his mind. he had to at least try his chances, and ask you out.
"hi, honey." he greeted you, the nickname was something you felt so comfortable with, and it made you feel so giddy inside.
"hi, eds." he loved the nicknames you gave him, 'handsome, eds, pretty boy.' he could feel his insides about to burst when you called him any of them.
when the two of you fell into your routine conversations again, eddie felt comfortable, he felt at ease with your presence, and he realized he could really do it, he could actually ask you out.
so when he called out your name in a soft voice, he gathered his courage, clearing his throat.
"i just wanted to ask you if-" but once again, his voice was drowned out by steve, and he sighed his anxiety was starting to bubble over when your shift instantly focused to steve.
"shit- sorry i'm late, again!" steve's voice was irritating him now, and you waved steve off, to say that it was fine.
"you're only late like 5 minutes." you offered him a smile, and as steve gave you a hug to greet you eddie could feel his stomach knotting up.
he tried to stay composed, but he couldn't help his mind getting fuzzy about his insecurities.
when you returned to eddie, you could sense he was off. "sorry handsome, what were you saying?" you asked, as you gave him a sympathetic smile.
but eddie was distant, and even the 'handsome' nickname, wasn't enough to ease his worries "oh, it was nothing important." his voice was timid and he was now lost in his own thoughts.
"is everything okay?" you asked, your voice filled with worry.
"yeah, yeah, you can go back to your thing with steve, i didn't mean to interrupt." he meant for it to sound casual, but it sounded bitter.
you looked at him, furrowing your brows. "what?" and when you saw the way eddie looked at steve, it clicked.
all the times when steve came and interrupted you and eddie's conversation, all the times steve made you laugh, eddie always had the same disappointed look on his face that he did now.
and you actually face-palmed at the realization, and gave him a chuckle, causing eddie's attention to shift to you again as he gave you a puzzled look.
"jesus- eddie, have i ever told you how i started this job?" you asked, and he shook his head.
"we moved into hawkins a few weeks ago, my dad told me i had to find a summer job and then my cousin told me he got this new job at scoop's ahoy, so i thought why not? and i signed up as well." the information was slow to process eddie's brain.
"steve is my cousin, eds." you said, a smug smirk played on your lips, and eddie immediately felt his face grow hot with embarrassment. "oh."
"shit, i didn't know. sorry." he shook his head, glancing down at the floor.
he wanted to laugh at how foolish he had been, worrying about steve this much in the last few weeks.
"it's okay, i mean we do hang out a lot, but that's because he's my favorite cousin, and it's really fun to be able to annoy him 24/7." you giggled and eddie chuckled, nodding.
he felt a surge of relief, but he wanted to slap himself for being jealous over nothing.
when the conversation between the two of you went back to normal eddie felt comfortable around you again, and he decided to push his plans to asking you out to the next day, his cheeks still blushing at the mention of steve.
so when he says his goodbyes to you, it makes you groan, and eddie tilts his head, confused, as he turns his attention to you.
"are you ever going to ask me out?" you asked, impatiently, and you felt desperate to do so, but you had spent weeks flirting with eddie, and it was driving you crazy now.
eddie blinked slowly, not believing the words that were coming out of your mouth his heart pounding in his chest. "w-what?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
you huffed, "i mean i've been flirting with you for weeks, and i thought you weren't interested, but you did nothing." you pouted, and eddie felt like he was going to faint.
"shit, honey." now your heart was pounding out of your chest, the nickname, again, was enough to make you melt.
"fuck, i've been trying to ask you out for weeks, but i thought you weren't interested, especially because i thought you were interested in steve-" you made a gagging sound at that and his mouth turned up into a soft smile.
he felt like he was dreaming, he felt so stupid. "would you wanna go out with me? maybe to that new restaurant that opened up just right down the street?" he asked, intoxicated by your hopeful eyes.
"yes," you replied, without hesitation. "i would love to."
eddie grinned sheepishly at you. "great," he said. "how about tomorrow afternoon?"
you nodded eagerly. "tomorrow afternoon sounds perfect."
"see you then." eddie replied, appearing to be casual and trying to hide the fact that he was screaming internally. and trying to comprehend that he was actually going to go on a date with you.
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pity party ₊˚ރ⊹゛p.sh
SUMMARY ! when everyone forgets sunghoon’s birthday, he ends up finding comfort from a warmhearted stranger on the bus ride home.
PAIRING ! stranger!sunghoon x gn!reader
WC ! 800
GENRE ! fluff, slight angst and comforting sad hoon :c
a/n: sorry it’s short, just a lil’ thing for our birthday boy <3
sunghoon’s eyes were getting watery, and he hated that. a lot.
his birthday isn’t a big deal, he isn’t twelve anymore; he should just be grateful for what he has, wipe away his cascading tears and man the hell up.
but as he slides onto the public bus and scans down the aisle full of exhausted college students, old drunkards, and middle aged mother’s gossiping on calls with their kids fidgeting frantically next to them, he can’t find himself caring when all their eyes lock onto his teary red face, pink bottom lip trembling as he sniffles every few seconds.
he makes his way down the column of busy seats, mindlessly plopping down onto the first free one he comes across. and at last, he reaches his hand up, wiping the salty droplets off his puffy cheeks sorrowfully.
god, he was being such a wimp.
before he could beat himself up any further, a hesitant soft voice abruptly interrupts him. “are.. are you okay?”
sunghoon whips his head to his left, brows rising at the sight of soft eyes glistening with worry and concern towards him, despite being a complete stranger.
you were attiring a puffy winter coat and a bright green scarf, one hand gripping onto the tote bag resting carefully by your chocolate shaded boots.
he gulps and wipes his face again, feeling even more humiliated with his current state. “y-yeah, thanks,” he barely voices out.
sunghoon watches in his peripheral vision as you continue to examine him, clearly having an inner debate on if you should leave the conversation at that. he almost began crying again at how cute you look in such deep thought.
you swallow, “what happened, if i may ask? ur— i mean, you don’t have to tell me obviously, but if you—“
“it’s okay,” he assures with a small smile. “it’s kinda stupid, anyway. just.. all- all my friends n’ stuff.. they forgot my birthday.” your eyes widen, heart breaking into pieces at his painful tone. “i mean, i don’t even care, seriously. i don’t know why i’m crying because it’s really not a big deal.”
it seems you could easily tell he was trying to convince himself more than you.
it’s silent for a beat, nothing but sunghoon’s faint sniffling surrounding the bus until you hesitantly reach over, placing your hand on top of his cold, shaky one. your fingers rub his knuckles, gently calming his distress with comforting glances.
sunghoon didn’t realise how touch starved he was; throat getting clogged as he bites his lip to prevent letting out another pitiful sob, watching the way your touches feather him as if he were a fragile vase.
suddenly, you speak up again rather confidently. “can i give you my number?”
he chokes, looking back up with widened eyes. “w-what?”
“so we can make a plan for tomorrow,” you explain. “for your birthday.”
you, a complete stranger that had just met him on probably one of the worst days of his life, wanted to celebrate his birthday with him? tomorrow?
before he can stop to think, he’s already pulled his phone out, dropping it into your grasp mindlessly as you begin making a new contact. sunghoon peers closely as you type in your name with a bus and crying emoji next to it, letting out a chuckle of disbelief.
at the sound of laughter you look up, grinning proudly once you finally see his fanged smile. “you’re going to have the best birthday ever tomorrow…?” you look at him in question.
“sunghoon.”
“well sunghoon, i’m a master at baking cakes, specifically birthday cakes with chocolate fudge,” you declare, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.
sunghoon doesn’t even like chocolate.
but at that moment he decides it’ll be his new favourite flavour in the world.
as he opens his mouth to reply and show his gratitude, the bus driver boisterously announces the next stop.
“shit,” you mutter, frantically standing up from your seat. “i’m so sorry, i wish i could’ve stayed with you longer, but this is my stop.” your face reflected genuine affliction; not wanting the poor boy to be alone just as he was for the rest of his special day.
sunghoon shakes his head, “no, no it’s fine. you- you already made me feel way better.”
your face brightens a bit, nodding as you achingly wave goodbye. “see you tomorrow.” you turn away, walking right to the front of the bus, tote bag hanging on your shoulder and wooly green scarf still tightly around your neck.
it felt like a last goodbye, like everything was in slow motion watching you leave him, even though he’d be seeing you tomorrow.
but right before you descend down the stairs, you gasp, turning around and making the other passengers frown in annoyance as you block their way.
“hey sunghoon!” you shout across the bus without a care in the world.
the boy in question gawks as you stare him down, eyes shimmering and a fond smile rushing to your chapped lips. “happy birthday!”
sunghoon’s eyes get watery again, but he hates it a bit less this time.
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hi! i know ur not from the us so pls feel free to ignore this but i think a kbd fic where steve and the girls are doing sparklers for the fourth of july would be so cute! absolutely adore everything u post 🫶🏻
thank u!! sorry i know it isn't the fourth anymore bit I hope u enjoy regardless!! kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader show their daughters how to use sparklers for the first time, 2k
Steve isn't a huge fan of fireworks because of how dangerous they can be, but sparklers are just fine in his book. He buys a box of thirty. The girls can do ten each if they feel like it, though he knows Dove won't be interested, and he guesses Bethie will be too scared to hold them.
Still, he hopes. You're hosting a banquet of food when he arrives, a mixture of things you made and stuff he prepared yesterday. It's a feast of hotdogs and burgers, cupcakes and donuts, macaroni and cheese and chilli with white rice. The table is crammed with plates and the radio is on, playing fun pop music a little too loudly for Dove's taste, her hands over her ears.
You turn down the radio, and ask her where she sits on your hip, "Is that better, sweetheart?"
"Hey," he says, putting the box of sparklers on the counter.
"Hey, Stevie," you say, in a rare tone. You always talk to him with love but he adores how you say his name now, like you've never been happier to see him in your entire life. "They had some?"
"Lucky, right? Guess I'm not the only schmuck who forgot to buy some."
Avery rushes for his legs, a chocolate donut in one hand and a cup of juice in the other. Despite her luggage, she expects to be picked up. Steve grabs her.
"You're cold, dad," she says.
"Really? It's not cold out," he says.
"You need something to warm you up."
Steve raises his eyebrows. "Sure I do. Give me a hug, but don't get icing in my hair, please."
Avery hugs him, sticky cheek pressing into his as her arms strain around him. He pats her back, meeting your eyes and returning your happy smile. Steve turns on the spot to see Bethie practically elbow deep in a bowl of chilli. She loves anything that comes with rice, and she eats it like someone's going to take it away from her, chilli staining her lips and cheeks, a grain of rice stuck to her chin.
"Did you get a photo of that?" he asks.
"Of course I did," you laugh, putting Dove down to brace yourself against the counter. You stretch your neck in a tight circle.
"Thank you. Beth, that looks so nice! Are you saving any for me?"
"No!" she says happily, smiling wide as an ocean.
"Good girl. Alright, you tell me when you're finished, I have something fun for after dinner."
Dinner gets put on pause. You wipe Bethie's face clean, giggling the whole time and telling her how cute she is in your saccharine mommy voice that melts her, "We should have that more often, huh?" It's always a good day when Bethie eats well.
Steve helps Avery put her shoes on and together they step out into the backyard. It's small considering the house is a four bedroom, but maybe that's why you'd been able to afford it in the first place. You work with what space you have. There's a light wood fence, the perimeter half lined by pansies and the other side with a slim shed full of their bikes and scooters and a small bed where the girls attempted to grow strawberries last year. They didn't take, but Steve has hope for this summer.
The yard is clean though slightly neglected, and Steve has to work spider duty before Avery will agree to step off of the doorjam. You follow soon, Dove at your shins, Bethie cautious as she steps out in her socks behind you.
"Where's your shoes?" Steve asks her.
"I told her she didn't have to wear them," you say. "She says they're pinching her toes."
Steve had Beth's feet measured specifically to avoid that. He assumes it isn't pinching so much as not wanting to wear them. He shrugs. "Okay. Stay on the stones then, Beth, I don't know what's in the grass. You might step on a snail."
"Ew," she says, sitting down in the doorway.
Steve lights a sparkler for no one first of all, wondering how each girl will react. He hands it to you as the sparks jump to life, white and bright in the shade of the garden, the shadow of their house. You wave it around gently, but when each of your daughters gasps in unhappy shock, you hold your hand under the sparkler and let a spark kiss your palm.
"They aren't dangerous," you promise. You wave it into a heart, a star, the letter A. "Does anyone wanna try?"
"Me!" Avery shouts, holding out her hand. The sparkler burns remarkably quickly down to the stem.
"Dad will give you a new one. Hey, baby?" you put the sparkler down on the glass patio table as it sputters out. "Don't you have those gardening gloves?"
Soon, Steve's outfitted each girl in a glove too big for their hand. He passes Avery a sparkler, and her bravery and subsequent joy prompts some jealousy in Bethie, fighting her fear to take one too. You crouch down to stand with her as she waves it around, her eyes like saucers as white sparks fly.
"It's so pretty!" you say.
Dove is interested, but not in holding one. Steve picks her up and lights a sparkler, raising it away from her curious hands to draw her name. Avery squeaks with happiness and proclaims it as magic. "Dad, I'm a fairy!"
"I can see! Try not to put it by your hair, okay?"
She squeals some more until it dies in her hand. "Can I have another one?"
"Ooh," you coo, watching with pride as Bethie draws a circle with hers, "my girl's brave today, I'm super proud of you. Isn't this fun?"
Steve lights another one for Avery and gives Dove a loving kiss, thrilled to see them all this happy. He's really surprised Bethie's enjoying herself, but he supposes it would be hard for her to have a bad time with your hands on her shoulders, your encouragement soft and shining as angora silk.
They must use up four or five each like that.
"Daddy," Dove says, imploring as she touches his face.
"What?" he asks, thinking of tacking 'my little princess' on the end but withholding. Lately every sentence he says has a pet name squeezed in the middle. He has a lot of love to give.
She looks at him. He pats her small back, wondering if she's going to bless him with a sentence or two. She's old enough now to be talking, but she's quiet like Bethie most of the time. Or, she's not talkative —Dove is far from quiet.
"Hotdog, please."
Steve laughs loudly. "You want me to make you a hotdog?"
"And ketchup."
"Yeah, I can make you a hotdog. You don't want to stay for another sparkler?" he asks.
"No."
He laughs again, pressing another kiss overtop the first one he'd laid on her chubby cheek. "Thank you for saying please, sweetheart. You're such a good girl."
"Can I have a hotdog, too?" Avery asks.
"Sure you can, whatever you want. Beth? Mom?"
You've sat down on the floor. You're probably cold, but your smile would never show it. "I think me and Bethie are going to have another helping of chilli and rice, aren't we?" you ask hopefully.
Bethie's sparkler fizzles out. "Can we do more sparklers again?"
"Yeah. Tell you what, let's go back inside for food and when everyone's full, we'll come outside and do some more before bed. Sound good?"
The girls head inside, and Steve makes some hotdogs on the stove. Dove falls asleep with a bun in her hand, Bethie with her cheeks painted in sauce. Avery doesn't tire so easily, and while the others sleep, you and Steve take her out to the back door to light another sparkler. You write your names, you draw clumsy constellations. Steve writes 'I love
Avery,' grinning as she sounds out each letter.
Avery relishes in the delight of having your unfettered attention. She stays up for hours after her sisters with you and Steve, long enough to watch stray fireworks shoot up into the sky over your backyard, her head on your shoulder, her hand in Steve's hand.
"This is the best day ever," she says.
Steve wants to cry. Genuinely. He meets your eyes over Avery's head, and you shuffle closer to her without speaking, enveloping her in a hug from either side.
"Every day is the best day ever with you around, Ave," Steve says.
"The best. Me and dad tried some fireworks, when you weren't born." Steve and Avery look at you with mirrored interest. He doesn't remember what story you're going to tell. "You would've been very small in me at the time," you say, looking up as a pink and white firework blossoms across the night sky like a peony. "Like a strawberry seed. We… didn't know you were coming. I knew. I knew, but I didn't know. I could feel you right here," —you point at your stomach— "but I had no idea what you were going to be."
"Hey, you're right," Steve says. He forgets you were pregnant before you knew it.
"But me and dad lived together already," you say. "We were always going to get married and have babies and stuff, but you came really quickly. You were excited."
Steve grins. Avery hangs on your every word.
"But anyway, me and dad lived together. Not here, but somewhere, and we didn't have a yard but there was a little patch of grass and we figured we'd buy some, but he burned a stripe of my arm hair off by accident with a long lighter, and the we didn't have a fence to nail the Catherine wheel down, and he accidentally dropped the firecracker box on the way home so it didn't work anymore, and the rockets wouldn't light."
"Oh, no," Avery says. "You didn't have any fireworks?"
"None. But we had a pack of sparklers. We did it just like we did with you. I wrote 'I love Stevie' in big letters, and your dad tried to hug me and jabbed me in the stomach with his burned up one."
"Your hoodie," Steve remembers finally. "Your white hoodie, I bought it for you the week before at the mall after you threw up in Dairy Queen. I remember."
"I had it for a week, and he got this huge ash smudge on it."
"But you wouldn't let me wash it with bleach."
You give Avery a kiss on the top of her head. "I wanted to remember how happy we were. I thought the smudge was a nice reminder. Turns out I got much more than a smudge."
"You got me," Avery decodes.
"We got you," you say. "You're a thousand different things, Avery. You're smart, and kind, and pretty, and you're also a really good reminder that your dad loves me."
"Do you need a reminder?" Steve asks, genuinely worried, and kind of in awe. How you can sit there and say something that romantic off the cuff is beyond him. He really might cry soon.
"No," you say smugly. "You tell me all the time."
Not enough, he decides. After this, he'll be sure to tell you more.
Steve falls in love with you for the thousandth time.
"What I'm trying to tell you, Ave, is that dad is right. Every day with you in it is a really good day. I love you so much," you start to fizzle, which is to say your voice gets tight. You won't cry, but Steve teeters. "I'm really, really happy you had the best day ever, 'cos you make every day the best for dad and your sisters and me."
"Really?" Avery asks softly.
"Really," Steve says, rubbing the space between her shoulders.
A rocket squeals into the air and fractures into a ring of spectral colours.
Avery climbs onto her feet, and, torn between who to hug, wraps an arm around both of your necks.
Steve wraps his arms around you both, squeezing your hip. He's gotten used to being loved, to feeling it, but tonight might be an all time high. Sparklers become a Harrington tradition that year.
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Your eyes peek open to look at Shoto's adorable napping face. His hair is fussed up from this morning's romp and his nose is smooched into his pillow giving him an adorable wrinkle.
It's cute enough to forget that just 30 minutes ago he had your hands tied behind your back, fucking into you with enough power to almost crack your headboard.
You blink away your cock thoughts as he starts to stir from his sleep. His arms squeezing you tighter as he stretches before he opens his eyes.
"Good morning... again," you giggle as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His antics remind you of a big baby, but you won't complain; you pet his hair, itching along his scalp in a way that has him practically purring.
"Mmmm, breakfast." His brain is still half asleep as he pulls away from you, getting out of bed and stopping you from following him. "You stay here, I want to treat you today."
You want to argue, but before you can he kisses you, quelling any objections you had.
He throws on a pair of boxers and leaves the room with a smile. You grab your phone from your bedstand and catch up on the groupchat for a good 20 minutes before you start to get worried.
You consider getting up and checking on him, but before you can put your plan into action Shoto comes back carrying a large tray. Your favorite crumb-free breakfast staples are surrounded by a menagerie of different fruits. And next to the two steaming cups of coffee is a small box of chocolates and a small jar filled with folded up pieces of paper.
"Sho, this all looks amazing." Your mouth is begging to water but the small jar catches your attention. "What's this for?"
"That's your present for the day." He climbs into bed next to you, being very careful of the tray he set at the end of the bed. "Whatever is written on the paper is what we'll spend the day doing."
"Why are there so many then?"
He grabs the jar, opening the lid, "Well some of them are short. Do you want to try one now?"
You look at him, then to the jar, and then to the food, pursing your lips in thought before grabbing one of the pieces of paper.
Shoto smiles at you, and you can't tell if that's a good sign or a bad one.
You unfold the paper and there is one word written.
Kiss.
You lean over, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"Do another," he grins.
You grab another from the jar and unfold it, you look at the word and give him a deadpan stare.
Kiss.
"How many of these did you put in here?"
"Are you complaining about kissing me?"
You roll your eyes and shake ur head. Leaning over once again for a quick kiss, but Shoto has other plans.
He catches your neck, holding you in place as his tongue expertly parts your lips. He's soft, and warm, and his kiss is desperate enough to make your head spin in need. He steals your breath away with each drag of his lips against yours.
Shoto bites your bottom lip and pauses, looking down at you with hooded eyes before he pulls away, "Do you want to pick again?"
You almost forgot about breakfast and the jar of seemingly endless kisses.
"I don't think the food will be warm if I pull another 'kiss' from the jar."
He leans over you, supporting himself by placing a hand directly behind you and you suddenly feel very small under his heated gaze.
"Do you want to take that chance?"
#happy valentines day sage!!!!#sorry its not valentines technically for you anymore#ajdlfkshs#💕.shoto#🍥.fern#shoto x reader#todoroki x reader
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Stray Kids: Fluffy (& Smutty) Christmas Headcanons
A/n: Merry Christmas if you celebrate it everyone! :)
This work contains mature content and is 18+ only, minors do not interact.
Bang Chan
wants you to help him decorate the outside of the house
like he's really excited to do it with you :(
but then he gets all worried when you wanna get up on the ladder and string the lights across the roof.
"it's covered in ice, you'll slip!!! >:("
bans you from ladder duty and assigns you to be in charge of decorating the porch instead lol.
when it gets dark, he'll let you do the honors of plugging up the lights (does the drumroll thing like clark griswold lmaooo)
is so happy and kisses you on the cheek and tells you this is the best Christmas ever while his eyes sparkle in the light :(
later that night, he snuggles up with you on the couch as the two of you watch the snow outside from the window.
kisses you to the soft, jazzy christmas playlist he puts on earlier.
can't help but become needy, so he disappears under the large blanket you're both wrapped in to go down on you.
watching his chest rise and fall with each pant and hearing his whines is a real treat if you decide to return the favor.
makes love to you while holding you close and kissing every inch of available skin.
"Merry Christmas, my love..." he whispers in your ear.
forgot about the open window... oops!
Lee Know
would want to accompany you while you do your Christmas shopping.
then he finds cute little Christmas outfits for the cats and he's so happy.
helps you check off your list and tries to give you ideas if you ever get stuck on what you should get a certain friend.
after you come home he immediately goes to dress the cats up in their new outfits.
takes several thousand photos, a lot of them featuring you!
tells you all how cute you look.
then he's disappearing into the kitchen to make little dishes for the christmas party you guys are going to tomorrow while you wrap gifts.
makes you dinner and you guys eat together in comfortable silence.
puts the cats to bed in their new christmas pajamas... he claims they came with the outfits.
might put on a christmas movie and plug in the tree while you rest your head on his lap and he plays with your hair.
when you shift to sit in his lap and start kissing up his neck, he gets the hint and carries you to the bedroom.
lights up a Christmas themed candle before laying you down on the bed and proceeding to make you cum at least twice before he fucks you.
tells you that you feel so nice and that he's so lucky to have you and spend this time of year with, this is one of the rare times he's just complete mush in your arms while he rocks into you :(.
when you're done, he runs you a bath and cleans you up. he might join you if you ask nicely ;)
makes sure you're asleep in his arms before drifting off with you under the soft blanket.
changbin
Christmas movie marathons
literally all day
everyday
he's got free form on the tv 24/7
laughs so hard at the comedies (his favorite is elf)
might cry during polar express but deny it if you say anything
loooooves the cold weather because it gives him an excuse to spend hours on end cuddling you
"we have to stay warm!" he explains for the nth time.
"changbin... we literally have a fireplace" "... i like this way better"
would love to help you decorate the tree if you asked him to.
would also really like to go shopping for new ornaments if you're down.
would also buy lots of mistletoe to put all over the house while ur out too
lifts you up on his shoulders so you can put the star on top :) he's a strong boy.
makes a big thing of hot chocolate for you, tons of marshmallows and everything.
"merry christmas, my sweetie..." he tells you, kissing your temple while you're cuddling on the floor by the fireplace.
eventually takes yours and his mugs and sets them to the side so he can pull you into his lap for a make out session.
The taste of chocolate on each others lips makes you both dizzy as you start to grind against him.
leads to him laying back on the floor with you riding him, making you moan his name as he rubs your nipples thanks to your unbuttoned pajama fleece...
Hyunjin
wants to paint a portrait of you by the tree :(
makes you pose and everything.
gives you little breaks to give you kisses in between as a reward for staying still.
loves how your eyes light up when he shows you the final product.
"it's beautiful, hyun! you're so talented!" "Mm-mm, I owe it all to my pretty little muse..."
gift wrapping king
is very picky about how gifts should be wrapped and will criticize you if he sees you messing up.
he'll sit you in his lap and guide your hands with his big ones over them, showing you how to properly wrap it oh geez this is already getting hot
i think he really likes vintage christmas movies and he'll love you forever if you watch white christmas with him he can quote it
gets really turned on by whatever you're wearing for your christmas eve party and thinks you look incredible.
will probably bend you over the counter of the kitchen when you get home or when your guests leave and just rail you until your legs are jelly...
but he'll help dress you in ur christmas pj's and cuddle you to sleep after.
definitely will have some softer, christmas morning sex with lots of praises, and i love yous, and gently messaging the bruises he left on your hips last night.
then he's bringing you a cup of peppermint tea and your presents from him so he can watch you open them :(
Han
mf ACTUALLY puts mistletoe all over the ceiling
giggles when you scold him
"Jisung, this is gonna take forever to take down.." "well good thing christmas isn't over yet!"
loves taking walks with you around the neighborhood to look at lights while he holds your hand :(
takes a dozen pictures of you by them
might wanna go caroling and yes he will be dragging you with him.
will also take you to see Santa, yes he will sit on his lap and everything
when he asks him what he wants for christmas, he just looks over at you and says he's already got everything he wants :(
"shut up, jisung. you insisted we see the man, tell him what you really want..." you said while blushing
"eh, okay, i guess a puppy wouldn't hurt..."
will ask you to dance with him to some classic christmas records! his favorite is feliz navidad! feliiiiiiiiiiiiiz navidaaaaaaaaaaaad
also has his own personal mistletoe he keeps in his pockets so he can sneak up on you and hold it over your head whenever he wants to.
definitely goes down on you under the mistletoe.
really passionate sex by the tree, loves how gorgeous you look with your body bathed in the lights.
really whiny, telling you he loves you over and over while he touches you everywhere unable to get enough of you.
"you're the best gift..."
Felix
ugh so so so sweet! definitely one of the best to spend the holidays with.
spends 90% of it in the kitchen though lol.
he can't help it, he saw so many christmas treat recipes on pinterest that he wants to try.
would love to ice and decorate christmas cookies with you.
if you decide to help him bake, he's gonna assign you to stir the batter just so he can give you back hugs while you do it :(
hums christmas songs in your ear with that beautiful, deep voice of his omg i actually need this
holds a spoon to your mouth so you can taste test the icing.
dabs some of it onto your nose and cheeks so he can kiss it off i am so soft for this man
the type to gift you something that's 100% thoughtful, probably custom made or something like that.
talks about taking you to australia and wanting to spend christmas with you and his family one year im crying i love him so much
buys you both cute little antlers or some type of christmas headwear and takes a bunch selfies in them with you.
turns the heat up so that you won't get cold while he completely ravages you in the night...
might have made an extra batch of icing so he can lick it off of your body.
especially your nipples because hes absolutely in love with how you get goosebumps from it...
please lick it off of him too omg. he's so sensitive and the noises he will make are *chef's kiss*
and the way you can taste it on his lips when he kisses you while rocking into you... oof
you almost sleep through all of christmas day because you guys went until the sun came up.
he just loves you more than anything :( and he wants to always take care of you and he's so happy he gets to spend this time of year with you.
Seungmin
You're gonna have to drag him inside at some point because he won't come in himself.
lives in the snow.
that's all he wants to do all day.
wakes you up early singing do you wanna build a snowman from frozen smh.
annoying but so cute, how could you say no?
snowball fights, snowman building, snow angel making, you guys are gonna do it all.
makes sure you have plenty of layers on and doesn't want you getting sick.
kisses you under the icicles dripping off the roof :)
will love you forever if you make him hot chocolate.
is really excited but nervous to see if you like his gift that he got you, you assure him that you'll love anything he gets you just because you appreciate it and him so much.
when you say this his face goes r e d
cuddles you on the couch and feeds you a candy cane but the situation becomes too erotic pretty quick because the sight of you suckling on the peppermint makes him crazy.
gets down on his knees and with your permission... he'll rub the spit-coated candy around your nipples and your sensitive parts before licking it up.
it's sticky and messy but it's so hot and his tongue feels so good that you have no complaints.
let's you ride him for a while before he can't take it anymore and flips you over to pound into you.
cleans you up before showering you in little kisses and going back to cuddling you after.
Jeongin
he is over the MOON that he gets to have this type of downtime.
the holidays are his favorite time of year and he's excited to have a more lowkey one with just you since he has a bigger family.
gets you matching ugly christmas sweaters!!!
takes a bunch of picture of you and you take a lot of him so he can post them on instagram.
sets up the timer on his phone so you both can get a picture by the tree.
wraps his arm around you so he can pull you close and flash that big grin of his :(
happy to help you make cookies :)
by help i mean mostly watch and eat half of the dough before you can get it in the oven.
cant wait to open gifts so you both decide to open one.
literally screams when he sees that you got him the favorite video game he wanted.
"thank you thank you thank you, you're the beeeeest!!!" he says while tackling you with kisses.
immediately starts playing it.
sits you between his legs and teaches you how to play.
is so proud because you actually get pretty good at it.
... but then he catches a glimpse of your chest down your pajama shirt and now he's horny lol
"J, what are you..." you question him when he turns off the game.
"shush, pretty..." he cuts you off with a kiss.
he spends hours working you with his hands and overstimulating you because he thinks you're so cute squirming in his lap.
but then he'll carry you to the bedroom for some soft, slow sex where he kisses you a lot and whispers to you how you've made this the best christmas ever for him :(
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hey guys have my wild magnus protocol theory that stemmed from me just overanalyzing the little bits of content we have
i think lena is a homunculus.
(spoilers for the pilot and jonny + alex’s post pilot discussion under the cut)
basically this stems from. a lot of places w small amounts of information so some of this might be stretches. But
1. a lot of marketing around protocol mentions the theme of “what does it mean to be a person?” which. leads me to believe there’s gonna be a plot around a protag being Not Human but has the heart or whatever the fuck. standard pinnochio or wizard of oz story. sure youre not human but ur a person bc of xyz free will or whatever
2. lena’s behavior in the pilot is So odd and almost inhuman in its extremely dull corporate jargon way. she literally uses things like “you can file a complaint” or “here at the oiar we….” (advertiser shit) , in genuine conversation. she doesn’t leave the building, either and has a Generic office party.
im genuinely thinking bureaucracy and the weird eldritch stuff of the oiar is Literally all she knows, not that shes being manipulative and evil in the trailer like elias; she doesn’t or maybe cannot question the whole. asking sam about the eldritch trauma thing, something something cant understand human emotions and why that might be troubling.
also “people like chocolate cake.” that sounds weird and something someone with only base knowledge of humanity would say.
she’s described as “an odd one” by jonny and that we will “get her soon”. im under the full belief that shes the non-human character of the bunch thatll yknow. have the Real Boy plot
3. homunculus specifically comes from all the alchemy shit around protocol, and homunculi are some of the most famous alchemical creations in popular culture, and i think she’s not. an entity creation. lenas too much of an important character to just be like. tied to An Entity, as a main character extremely tied to the OIAR, that entity would have to be the basis of like the entire plot of protocol; which i doubt theyd do.
the eye is so important to archives because the themes of archives was the consequences of knowledge- the entire plot was engineered around the Eye as the Main Character Entity and the Eye was written to be that in turn, sorta similarly to how Griffindor is the Main Character House (TM) of HP with its themes of bravery. i doooont think the oiar is tied to the stranger or flesh or any other simulacrum creating entities.
all that to say i think lena is a different kind of artificial human, one that’s manmade rather than entity made yknow?
we get glances of the people above her in status, theres mentions of an ephemeral “he” in the pilot, so. heres what i think
the He in question is an alchemist whose in charge of the OIAR (and maybe other branches but lets focus w the oiar). He created Lena the homunculus to be the middle manager of the branch in his stead; “programming” her to be as dull and corporate as possible to keep the employees in line or whatever. something something shes got a plot wrestling with that and her inherent lack of persondom
EDIT: totally forgot this part
adding that the first statement’s plot was about an abomination of corpses given a humanlike shape and coming back wrong which is. exactly what frankenstein’s monster is, and frankenstein’s monster is considered a homunculus.
with the anglerfish’s importance to season 3 of archives i definitely think the Arthur monster will come up again in some form, but maybe instead of Actually being In Podcast maybe its a parallel to the main characters’ story in the same way that many s4 statements were used to give us more information on how jon is working through it all. the zombie statement when he just wakes up comes to mind especially. maybe it’s a hint and echo of what a Character in podcast (lena) is
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HIII!! I was wondering if u could do the boys from the outsiders having a waitress Friend and they all show up at her work to bother her and ask her stupid things like “since we’re ur friends this is all free right??” lol💕
Sodapop, followed by Two-Bit and Steve, slid into a booth, smiling widely. You internally groaned as the rest of the gang sat down as well.
“Hey guys! What can I get you?” You chirped.
“Ah, really?” Two-Bit sighed dramatically. “You’re using your customer service voice on us?”
“Fine.” Your voice dropped back to its normal tone. “Usual order?” You made eye contact with each of the boys, them nodding in confirmation. “Great.” You scribbled down the orders you had long memorised, asking, “Any other drinks or sides?”
“We’re good.” Darry interrupted before anyone could say anything that could rack up the bill.
“I wanted Coke!” Soda whined.
Darry shook his head. “You can get free Coke from the DX. You’re fine with water.”
“Got it,” you winked at the boys before going off and passing their order to the chef.
The rest of your shift went easily, your other customers being very pleasant. However, whenever you tended to your friends, they always pushed you to ignore your job and sit with them. After their meal was finally done, the boys lazily eating, rapidly talking, and annoying you whenever possible, you smacked down the bill in front of them.
“W-What’s this?” Steve asked, mouth full of the chocolate cake he ordered.
“Your bill.” You frowned. “You all come here every week. What do you mean, ‘What is this?’”
“But we’re your friends!” Soda protested, quickly snagging some of Steve’s cake for himself.
“Yeah…” You were unsure of where this was going.
“We shouldn’t have to pay!” Two-Bit added on.
“I’m sorry?” You peered at them. “You guys owe ten dollars.” (I did the calculations. This is correct.) “I’m not letting you rob this fine establishment of its money!” You made it a couple seconds before snickering at your own joke.
“Ten dollars?” Pony’s mouth fell open. “What the hell did you guys order?!”
Darry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Cough it up!” He ushered the boys to grab their wallets. Everyone handed in two dollars (except for Dally who only shoved in one dollar and Darry who gave three to make up for Johnny’s single dollar), leaving you with their money and a one dollar tip. (Again, at that time, it's a very good tip.)
“Two dollars down the drain….” Soda mumbled sadly.
“Two dollars for your meal.” You corrected, starting to walk away.
“You’re still hanging out with us after your shift, right?” Johnny called after you. You turned around and gave them a thumbs up, eliciting cheers from the group.
“Thanks for the food!” Ponyboy yelled out. “It was… decent!”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” you remind him, leaving the table to help the other customers.
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hihi!! in honor of the upcoming holiday season could i request a skz reaction to you inviting them to meet ur parents? i miss them :((
stray kids when their s/o invites them to meet their parents
genre: fluff
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warnings: none
pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3
bangchan
chan is so nervous but like... why? he's literally the best guy on the planet to introduce your parents to. he is well-behaved, respectable, responsible, admirable and he has extreme amounts of overflowing charisma. mothers love him. fathers respect him. what's not to love? but we know channie, and channie gets himself worked up about these sorts of things. which is only natural; it is a big deal! he just wants to make a great first impression and, of course, he does. you know he has nothing to worry about because your parents would love him regardless.
lee know
minho has a... spikey personality. not everyone gets him. but he knows which bits of himself to show off in order to make a good first impression. like most introverts, they'll show off their best qualities first so that you warm up to them and then once you're invested in them then they'll start showing their weird-ass personality in full swing. that's what minho plans on doing with your parents, just as he did you 🤧🤧 so romantic. honestly though, it works like a charm. minho is naturally charming and respectable no matter how crazy he is on the inside <3333
changbin
oh my gosh when i tell you that all mothers absolutely ADORE changbin. are we even surprised? nope, i didn't think so. he makes a very good first impression no matter who he speaks to, so meeting your parents is like a walk in the park for him. he will totally bring some homemade snacks with him he got felix to make them, but your parents don't need to know that, which seems to impress them. overall, changbin is just amazing. he knows what is appropriate to say and what isn't, and he makes both your parents laugh a lot! he's just so easy to love.
hyunjin
he's nervous for sure but also pretty damn excited. needs a whole-ass month to mentally and emotionally prepare for this experience. hyunjin's very first instinct is to get your parents flowers and chocolates, which is a very good start. when it comes to actually interacting with them, he might be his shy, cute self to begin with, but they can tell he is eager to talk to them. and after a couple of conversational cues, hyunjin will slowly start to loosen up and be comfortable with your parents. it goes really well, and he realises he had nothing to worry about!
han
he just embraces the situation as much as possible. he views it as kind of a big deal but he doesn't let nerves get the better of him, so he wants to enjoy the first time meeting your parents as much as possible. sure, he has butterflies about it, but he doesn't really let that affect him and potentially spoil the moment. he strives to make an enjoyable atmosphere and actively makes your parents laugh as much as possible. it's always good at being humorous with parents, he finds. so copes quite well!
felix
is a nervous wreck. will ask you a tone of questions beforehand. it's like he has to know everything about your parents before he has even met them. "what's your mother's maiden name?" "what does your dad do as a job?" "are there any topics to stay away from? politics? religion? the barbie movie coming out in 2023??" he literally interrogates you like he NEEDS to know everything. he wants to be perfect and know how to act perfect even though he literally IS perfect and doesn't even need to change anything about himself in order to be liked.
seungmin
a tad scared but plays it cool. you know what he's like; he'll pretend that everything is chill and fine even if he's freaking out on the inside. he has nothing to worry about because your parents get to see what a polite, genuine young lad he is and can see he's trustworthy just by his general demeanour and the way he treats you. at the end of the day, who isn't gonna like kim seungmin?? exactly. he leaves your parents' house feeling refreshed and welcomed into the family. a success indeed!
jeongin
oh bless him... he's super intimidated. he stays up all night, restlessly trying to prepare and run through different conversations to have with your parents. he doesn't want to come across as shy or, heaven forbid, anti-social. but when the occasion comes to it, he only speaks when he is spoken to and is very to himself. i feel like after a bit of encouragement from you, he will slowly relax a bit and feel more comfortable to talk more directly and meaningfully with your parents. just give him time and he'll be fine.
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Could you possibly do dad Arthur hill plz??🥹 luv ur work!!🎀
please, this is so cute-
"babe, incoming!"
arthur hears yn shout over his echoing voice that had been booming around the venue during his soundcheck and he swings around on the heels of his loafers to look in her direction, eyes diverting down to where his toddler was waddling towards him on wobbling legs. a grin on his mouth as she collides into his legs and wraps her arms around one of his knees.
"hello, precious," he coos softly, bending down and lifting her up to his side, her bum resting on his forearm and her legs hanging down, feet kicking at his body as she wriggles in his hold, "give me a minute, lovie. god, just as impatient as your mum."
"oh, no. definitely as impatient as you," yn grins through her last few strides in his direction and he hands over his microphone to the hands of his manager who saunters away to put it somewhere safe, "george had to leave us to go and film for the podcast so we thought we'd walk here and come see you during soundcheck."
he wraps his free arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his side, pressing a kiss to her temple, and it wasn't long before his little girl was settled in his arms and looking around at the flashing lights and the instruments on stage, her eyes twinkling.
"have you eaten?"
"george insisted we took her to mcdonalds," yn rolls her eyes and he laughs in response, "think it was because he wanted one but she sat and had some nuggets so she's alright for food. i have some snacks in my bag though."
"have you?"
yn shakes her head. she'd swallowed back a chocolate milkshake as george and their little girl ate their lunch but she wasn't so hungry and decided to wait... knowing that she could eat in peace if her little one was occupied elsewhere.
"we're thinking of ordering in something here, fancy anything?"
they start their walk towards the backstage halls behind his current stage set-up, still to have their finishing touches applied, and yn says her hellos to those who smile at her on their way to his dressing room and ask her how she is, cooing at their little girl who absolutely revels in the attention she gets, and the two of them can't help but laugh at her when she gets all shy and soft.
"have you been a good girl for mummy today?" arthur hums softly at his daughter and she grins cheekily, clapping her hands, "i'll take that as a yes."
"she's been attached to george all day," yn laughs and falls onto the sofa of his dressing room, his foot knocking the door closed so it was just the three of them for a little while, "think she has a little crush on him."
"on george?" arthur teases, poking his fingers into his daughter's belly and cackling when she squeals back at the ticklish feeling, "you have him wrapped around your finger, huh?"
"he claims he's the 'funcle'."
arthur rolls his eyes and sets the little girl down on the floor, letting her roam free as he sits down beside his girlfriend and sets an arm around her shoulders, fingers tickling her upper arm.
"still coming to the show? mum's offered to babysit for the night so you can have some fun," arthur wonders and yn nods soflty, "got you and the guys some backstage passes, too, so you can come and chill her before and after."
"like a groupie," she cackles, "i like that." xx
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could you do a hannibal x reader where reader has an eating disorder (if you’re okay with it ), love your writing !!
ofc i can! i hope ur doing alright, please look after yourself 💗
i personally have never had an eating disorder so excuse any mistakes i may make, constructive criticism is heavily encouraged on my works so feel free to chime in and let me know how to improve or if i’ve gotten anything wrong:)
TWs: gender neutral reader, eating disorders (anorexia, bulimia, pica + BED. - i included them all. nobody gets left out. May be triggering.), toxic behaviour (hannibal is hannibal)
Hannibal with an s/o who suffers from an ED(Eating Disorder)
Base headcanons:
Hannibal knows you’re living with this long before you tell him you are, he’s been a psychiatrist for a very long while and dealt with patients suffering in similar ways many times before. He recognises your behaviour around food and attitude towards your body quite quickly
Anorexia/Bulimia
Hannibal will not, under any circumstances, mess with your food when he cooks it.
He understands that if he did, and you found out, it would worsen your condition greatly and shatter the trust between you both beyond repair
He needs to be someone you can come to in confidence and security, and feel safe with him. if you found out he had added extras to your food or messed with the calorie intake it would ruin the relationship completely.
He definitely encourages 3 meals a day, doesn’t allow low calorie snacks in his cupboards unless you are absolutely starving yourself. Then he would prefer for you to eat them because at least you’re eating something.
Will not bring up body image or food with you, he knows its triggering and would hate to put you in a darker place
BED (Binge eating disorder)
BED (Binge eating disorder)
Hannibal will still try to encourage 3 meals a day, and little snacks in between.
If you’re bingeing for comfort he will attempt to figure out what exactly is bothering you, that way you can talk about it instead of turning to food and hurting yourself. He wants to resolve your trauma.
Buys in foods you either cannot binge on or can safely binge on.
Like the above disorders, Hannibal will avoid bringing up food or body image. He doesn’t want it to seem like he is shaming you or trigger you.
Will not, under any circumstance, force you into a diet. You have free will in his kitchen to cook whatever you’d like or request whatever you’d like from him.
Shows you as much love as he can if you binge and are upset, he would never shame you or get upset at you for this.
Pica
A condition Hannibal knows lots about, but personally does not have firsthand experience with.
If you are neurodivergent in some way you will be given extra support and understanding from him already
Hannibal will take away small items which could be swallowed, he doesn’t want you to eat them and he worries that you might choke. When he sees you with something that you’re about to eat he redirects you and encourages you to throw it away instead.
Hannibal invests in chewelry and foods that mimic non edible items, such as chocolate rocks, sweets that look like glow sticks and pop rocks that mimic fish bowl pebbles. Anything that looks lifelike, the more realistic the better.
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happy (late) halloween omg ace! i am so glad to see we are all in shambles over the halloween show i swear matty chose violence (quite literally) with the patrick bateman costume like..... will instantly be imprisoned if I voiced my thoughts about those photos bye-
also the halloween blurb???????? mainly just sending this to scream ab how it literally killed me bye this is so stupid but it instantly made me so happy to read after work and oh i am weepy and weak at the idea of annie masterminding a group costume 😭 even the simplest or ur writings i absolutely adore (still not over the massive list of pre reader dad matty blurbs oh that made my DAY i tell u...)
can we just.... the idea of annie begging u to join them trick or treating,,,, and reader meeting mayhem and mayhem holding the candy bucket in his mouth while annie shows u how well she can walk the 'massive horse dog' 😭😭 and the way u just fit in their unit together so well... oh matty absolutely can feel his heart bursting at the sight gn (and also u getting mistaken for being annies mom/his wife multiple times and the way he just cannot handle how oddly right it feels.... bye!)
(bff anon hopes ur doing better ace! just know basically anything u post..... ive basically read bye need to stop lurking like an insane person 💀 xx)
HAPPY VERY LATE HALLOWEEN!!! It is my fault this is so late, I just couldn't stop talking… are we shocked tho? Jail is calling my name with some of the things I said in dms… let alone my thoughts FUCKING HELL. it was too good-
Stop I'm so glad you liked it, I just love them on Halloween so much. The fact that it made you happy after work actually just added 20 years to my life I'm so glad!!!! I made your day?!?!? Please I'm gonna vomit. You are so sweet and kind. Those ideas were all so fucking good, a google doc has been created bc I loved them so much. You are a genius truly.
Literally, this idea has been living in my mind rent-free in my mind ever since you sent it. MAYHEM HOLDING THE BUCKET YOU'RE KIDDING. Any mayhem content and I am obsessed (hence the mayhem reference in the actual fic), but this image has me sobbing.
(lots more insanity below the cut)
I am gonna alter what you said so slightly bc teacher girlie is PROFESSIONAL and she has work/life boundaries… sometimes… let's say Annie does BEG you to come trick or treating with them and you have to break it to her that you definitely cannot do that but you hope she has the best time ever. “But miss y/n I want you to meet my doggy, he's coming with us. He's gonna be scooby doo! My daddy is shaggy, and I’m Daphne. He's trying to get my uncle George to be Fred, but he wants to have a party with my auntie Charli. They are gonna be-” You have to cut in before Annie gives you a detailed list of everyone she knows costumes (but also, isn't the Scooby gang iconic for them all?!).
You, of course, have a pumpkin out and are waiting for trick-or-treaters and have the full-size chocolate bars because you always wanted to be that house. A knock at your door happens, and you come running to it in your Wizard of Oz costume. Who is behind that door but the whole Healy family? Matty just makes a noise of shock that he later over-thinks massively, “but Ross, it was such a weird noise. I basically choke-coughed at her. No stop laughing-” Ross eventually assures Matty you didn't notice.
You did and later tease him about it when you finally get together, “I swear I had to actually bite the inside of my cheek to not laugh, it was so ridiculous” and Matty is like “Can you blame me?? You were in that cute little dress, and you had those plaits with the bows on the end. You were asking me to choke on thin air when you dress like that, sweetheart.” And you're like… “well I think I still have that costume in my wardrobe upstairs if you'd be interested in-”. Immediately, his face lights up, “WHICH ONE? THE BIG WARDROBE OR THE SMALL ONE?” he shouts whilst dragging you up the stairs as you giggle uncontrollably.
Anyway, sorry I got distracted, HALLOWEEN! They're reasonably late in the night, and somehow Matty gatherers himself enough to talk to you, “ohmygod hi!” he says and awkwardly waves, another moment he thinks about far too often (“Why couldn't I do anything normal around you.” and you reassure him “dont worry, babe. it was cute, I swear”)
Annie perks up and shows you mayhem who just adores you, wagging his tail and you bend down to his level and he's licking all over your face and you just can't stop laughing, matty is mortified. “Oh god y/n I’m so sorry he isn't normally this friendly, very weird actually… but please just- oh mayhem please can you stop-” and he's tugging at the lead trying not to die of embarrassment.
You insist it is fine, and Annie begs you to walk him “Just for a little bit miss y/n! Because then you can see how strong he is and then how strong I am because I walk him all by myself” This comment has you looking at Matty behind her who just shakes his head, confirming that this, in fact, is not true and just another Annie exaggeration.
You agree, grab your bag and come to walk with them for a bit, only after confirming with Matty about 30 times that it's really okay, “are you sure I do not want to intrude” you ask and Matty just dies at your kind eyes looking up at him whilst cuddling mayhem.
“Of course! I'm sure Dorothy would be good friends with the Scooby gang. Please, walk with us” and he offers his hand to pull you up. It's the first time you've really touched, and god, the spark flying thing may seem like a fairytale, but you both swear in that moment that you actually get a shock from the touch. Of course, his hand lingers a little longer than necessary as you stare at each other just vaguely holding hands. Your brain catches up, and you start moving, but god, you wish that moment could've dragged on forever, as does Matty.
As soon as you and Matty get properly talking, you end up walking with them for a longgg time. One house in particular though makes a mistake that lives on in infamy in your relationship in the future.
“oh god, that one house that thought we were together, that moment was on replay in my head for weeks after. The idea that someone else could see us together just confirmed to me I was head over heels for you, and then sadly solidified that it couldn't happen after you corrected her and I was sharply reminded you were my daughter's teacher”
Maybe it's an older woman who opens the door and jumps at mayhem originally but is soon cooing over him and giving him milk bones, “What a pretty boy” and Annie is giggling and telling the woman all about her “horse dog” (nice reference btw bff anon I love u).
Soon, she looks up and actually addresses you and Matty, “Sorry! You must be mum and dad. What a lovely little girl you've raised, and what a beautiful couple you are! Reminds me of me and my husband, constantly talking and laughing” You and matty just stand there open-mouthed like fish for a good few seconds. Annie is, of course, laughing hysterically. You both stutter out explanations, “Oh no-” “Oh I'm actually her teacher. It's a funny story so they knocked and i was like-” Of course, the woman apologised profusely, but the comment haunts you and Matty for WEEKS.
Perhaps a few more people coo at your “lovely family” and perhaps you just… stop correcting them…
Cut to Matty talking to himself (and mayhem) at 3 a.m. in the kitchen whilst making tea, “No it's totally normal people thought that. Man + woman + child + dog = family. and so what we stopped correcting them?? That's normal too… We just got sick of it. And it's also fine that it made me feel weird. It was a weird situation. Anyone would get butterflies at someone saying they're a nice couple. Right, mayhem?” and Mayhem somehow gives him a look that says “Really?” and Matty sighs and nods.
I think this might be the moment he goes “fuck.” and realises he really does like you. And he just… freaks out. Calls Ross and talks a million miles an hour.
I'M SO SORRY I LITERALLY CANT SHUT UP, WHEN WILL I STOP?!
I am doing much better and I literally cannot believe someone likes my bullshit enough to read my posts, I am genuinely obsessed with you?!?! KEEP LURKING I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU!!!
blurb masterlist here!!
#late Halloween stuff bc i love Halloween too much#the idea of trick or treating with matty has killed me thanks for asking#ace cant shut tf up again#bff anon <33333#anon!#teacher au!#matty healy fanfic
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Hiii, Can I do a request with Henry Cavill?
Here’s the situation, yesterday was my birthday and from 15 only came 4 (all of them had already confirmed that they’ll be here and also they gave a “joke” gift and made feel really humiliated) I want Henry comforting the reader in that situation. Because God knows that hurt soo much and I really wanted someone to comfort me. Angst but with lotsss of fluff please 🥰🥰🥰
Birthday Cake ☁️
Pairing: Boyfriend! Henry Cavill x Reader
Word count: 1,863
Summary: Request tells all ☺️
Warning: Slight Angst in terms of the reader being humiliated, other than that it’s fluffy
(Hope I fulfilled the request ☺️)
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Requests are open!
Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️
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(Y/n's P.O.V)
'jeez y/n you are lookin fine tonight, 26 and still gorgeous’ I said to myself, my hands running up and down my dress clad body, this dress had definitely boosted my confidence. For the first time in weeks I had finally gotten a week off of work, BUT for a very good reason, it’s my birthday week.
(The dress)
Henry and I decided to celebrate just him and I later on during the week, allowing for my friends and I to go out tonight. A dinner at the restaurant, followed by a few drinks at the club.
For the first time in weeks, I felt pretty and happy. Something work had very much bogged down.
I had already received a gag gift if you will, from these friends and honestly I didn’t know how to feel at all. They had decided to gift me a massive cardboard cutout of one of Henry's exes, writing on the back “the original”
Now of course when I saw it I laughed it off, but deep inside I knew that they had hit a massive insecurity of mine.
Trying not to be rude I just stored the cutout in my clothes closet, thinking of the best time to throw it at the dump.
When all of a sudden a ping of texts vibrated my phone from the nightstand, it slowly shifting with each sound, interrupting my train of thought. Humming to myself I walked over to the table, instantly seeing a flood of notifications from the group chat.
The Girls 🍷
Stephanie: Hey Y/n, looks like I can’t make it this week, just found out my boyfriends throwing a party and you know i’ve just gotta keep an eye on him
Monica: Yeahh that’s what I was coming here to say, today’s date is just really inconvenient for us to be honest. Hannah told me to say she can’t make it either soz xx
Leah: Y/n let’s reschedule another time?
Chloe: Yeah soz can’t make it, promise next year tho yeah? 😂😂
Y/n: I don’t get it? I asked you guys if you were free today?
Chloe: Don’t get an attitude Y/n jus cus its ur bday
“From 6 to 1, within 5 minutes” That genuinely must be a record for me.
Looking at myself in the reflection, all energy and confidence, gone. Huffing out, I grabbed my phone again, deciding to phone up the reservation at the restaurant, the one Henry had made for me.
(Phone Call)
Random: Hello this is ** Restaurant, how can I help you?
Y/n: Yes hello, uh I’m calling about the reservation for Cavill, at 6:30pm?
Random: Ah yes, hello Mrs Cavill, the reservation for 6?
Mrs? I swear Henry needs to stop introducing me as his wife, it’s going to make me blush to a point where it’s permanent
Y/n: Yeah unfortunately something has came up, so would I be able to cancel the reservation. I’m so sorry about this
Randomer: Oh no, it’s not bother Mrs Cavill, thank you for calling to let us know
(End of Phone Call)
Putting down the phone, I could not be bothered to even get unready, deciding against it and heading towards the kitchen.
Pulling open the fridge, I picked up my chocolate cake and set it onto the counter. Getting up to grab a fork, and sitting back down again, my feelings still numb.
Without thinking I started stabbing the cake with the fork, whilst continuously scooping parts into my mouth. Tears unwillingly slipped down my cheeks, my vision clouded.
Why am I always the one left in the end? Even on my f*cking birthday and all I wanted was to see my so called “friends”
Sooner or later it’s going to be Henry leaving me, I can already feel it.
Then it’ll just be me, again.
I guess you could say my thoughts are a stretch, but in times of hardcore emotion, it’s hard to control the type of thoughts you get.
In the middle of a massive bite of cake, there was a series of rapid knocks at my front door. Wearily I walked over, opening the door, to see Henry?
“Bear?”
(Henry’s P.O.V)
Sitting with the lads at the club, I watched the clock mindlessly. Y/n had sent me out for the night so she could have her girls night, but honestly I didn’t mind, I know how much she’s been needing something like this.
When it finally reach 6:30, I suddenly had the idea of calling up the restaurant to send her table a batch of their finest wine. If I couldn’t be there for her, I will be there another way.
(Phone Call)
Random: Hello this is ** Restaurant, how can I help you?
Henry: Hi there, I’m asking about the Cavill reservation?
Random: Yes the one your wife cancelled tonight?
Henry: She cancelled it? Why? When?
Random: At around 5:30? She said something had come up, sir.
Henry: Okay thank you, bye
(End of Phone call)
“Who was meant to be there tonight?” I said out loud to myself, leaning my head back.
“Ah yes stephanie” I said to myself, instantly going to her instagram to see a new story was put up.
what the hell was going on, why was all of
Y/n's friends out at this dude's party? Where was Y/n?
Instantly standing up, “I gotta go lads, somethings up”
Hearing a chorus of goodbyes, I jumped into my car and drove back home; Y/n's car was still in the driveway and the lights were on in the house. Knocking on the door rapidly, my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
“Bear?”
(Y/n's P.O.V)
“W-what are you doing here?” I asked, swallowing the last bit of cake in my mouth.
“I should be asking you that babe, why are you not out?”
“This is why” I said passing him my phone, seeing his face start to furrow as he read through the group chat texts.
“Oh pup, i’m so sor-“ Hearing his voice, I could feel the tears starting to build up again, rushing to his arms for comfort.
His arms instantly surrounding me, his lips pressing kisses to my head.
“Why didn’t you call me? You know I would have taken you out instead” He said cupping my face to look at him, placing another kiss onto my nose.
“I-I just didn’t wanna look like a loser with no friends Hen” I said sniffling, wiping my tears with the back of my hands, before his hands pulled mine down. Wiping my tears with his thumbs, he placed soft kisses on my rosey cheeks.
“You’d never look like a loser to me love, you deserve much better than those people you call friends. How about this, lets get you more comfortable and we can have a night to ourselves?”
“Yeah okay” I said smiling slightly, seeing his eyes peer down at me with so much love.
“You look absolutely amazing tonight, lord have I got the hots for you” Henry said laughing slightly, slapping my ass as we walked up the stairs to our bedroom, giggles being heard along the way.
“Alright i’m going to pick you out some soft pyjamas, you just sit down on the bed and don’t do anything. Tonight is all about you”
Nodding my head, he walked into our closet before walking back out again.
“Why is my ex in our closet? With that written on her” He said looking at me confused.
“Oh the girls gave me that as a gift, nice right” I said sarcastically, seeing his face fall again. “Those b*tches, love I cannot stand to see you with them again if they’re treating you like this”
Henry pulled the cutout out, folding it smaller and shoving it into the corner beside our bin where he claimed it “belongs
Walking back into our closet he pulled our our matching velvet pyjamas, putting his set on first before walking over to me.
“Sorry Hen, I know you were out with the lads tonight” I said putting my hands in the air as he helped pull the dress off me, his hands unclipping my bra for me, before putting on the warm pyjama top.
“Sweets I can go out with them anytime, your birthday is once a year”
He held the trousers out for me, letting me step into them before patting my thigh softly, then standing up to his full height again.
“Meet you down at the sofa okay? i’ll be two minutes”
“Ok but don’t take too long bear, might miss you too much” I said winking at him, feeling myself starting to lighten up a bit.
Heading downstairs to the sofa I sat down, turning on the T.V to put on anything for background noise. Hearing Henry grunt, I turned my head seeing him carrying at least two comforters and five pillows in his grasp.
Just before throwing them all on top of me before running back upstairs again, leaving me to settle into the pillows and blankets, transforming the sofa into a massive bed.
Running back down the steps, he jumps in next to me, putting a box in my lap with a number “1” written on it. His arm going around my waist to pull me into his side, his lips kissing my temple, his hand tucking the hair behind my ear.
“What is this bear?”
“It’s your first gift of course, out of 26”
“Are you serious? 26?”
“Well yes, now go on, open it poppet”
Untying the ribbon, the box fell apart into its different layers, photos throughout our relationship littered the sides.
“Oh Hen” I started, tears brimming my eyes, but for a good reason this time.
The first photo, however, caught my eye bringing a bright blush to my face as I picked it up. Henry's fingers tracing shapes into my side as he watched my reaction.
“H-hen when did you take this?”
“Well, you were just so cute, snuggly and warm. At that point I just fell more in love with you babe”
The picture was that of Henry and I in bed, specifically me laying half asleep on his chest after a very intimate night. My eyes looking up at him, half open, my breasts hidden by his hand reaching the whole way around me.
“I don’t know what to say bear”
“How about 'cake?' “
“Oh yeah, there’s some in the kitchen if you want” I said caressing his bearded face, his hands playing around with the hair on my neck as I turned towards him.
“Okay i’ll be two seconds then love” He said getting back up and returning with the whole cake platter and a fork in his hand.
“Open wide” He said, getting a piece of cake onto the fork, before feeding me it.
“Do you not want a bit?” I asked confused.
“Oh i’ll get some, dont worry love” He said quirking his brow at me, before smashing his lips onto mine. The kiss getting passionate as he set down the plate, his kisses getting slippery and more heated with him then pulling away.
“Red velvet cake? Almost as sweet as you baby”
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