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minnieminshi · 3 months

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Sporteen Masterlist

Welcome to what I call my chronic brainrot and where I start to accept the fact that I might actually like watching sports even tho I spent most of my childhood saying I hate sports lol

This is the first series I’ve done and I’m also a first year uni student so I make no promises on how frequent I can update this but I do wanna try to get them done at least by when my semester ends in like April

Also some of the stories are linked as since some of the guys are on the same team/sport

Choi Seungcheol: Pucking Chemistry

Summary: You never should’ve agreed to tutor the captain of the hockey team. Who shows up a full hour after the agreed meeting time? Choi Seungcheol, apparently as you’ve come to learn. And now you’re stuck tutoring him because for some reason, you're his last hope to pass chemistry so he’s eligible to play in an upcoming tournament.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, mentions of your father abandoning the family

Extra info: high school setting, Cheol uses the term "princess" a lot and I'm a sucker for calling people by their last name, mentions of Monsta X’s I.M (aka Changkyun) and Kard’s Somin (but she gets mentioned like once lol), your little brother’s name never gets mentioned but you do call him Frosty lol, and my knowledge of hockey is limited to watching Dr. Mike on yt talk about hockey injuries so there’s not a whole lot of hockey action in this fic lmao. On a personal note, this fic made my realize my little brother is turning 13 this year and I can’t handle that because what do you mean he’s a teen now he literally turned one the other day and I think that shows in this fic lol

Release: 2/24 Read Here

Word count: 9.9K

Yoon Jeonghan: Maybe Romeo and Juliet Were Onto Something

Summary: When you agreed to help your dad with coaching his soccer team, you expected to help with writing down prs and handing out water bottles in return for free tickets and an excuse to be out of your dorm. What you didn’t expect to happen was falling for the charming co-captain of his soccer team. So do you take your shot with co-captain or do you heed your dad’s one and only rule of absolutely no dating his players?

Warnings: cursing since that’s gonna be pretty much a staple in my writing lol, arguments with a parent

Extra info: uni setting, so originally Jeonghan was gonna be a basketball player but then I remembered I hate basketball due to getting hit in the face and breaking my glasses on my birthday during practice… Plus I saw a tiktok of svt playing sports and Jeonghan was playing soccer and the gears started turning in my head lol

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

Hong (Jisoo) Joshua: It’s a Win-Win! Right?

Summary: Agreeing to fake date your best friend definitely wasn’t on your schedule when you dropped by after Joshua’s swim practice after your student council meeting had ended. But with his oddly passionate fangirls, you suppose this was more for his comfort than anything else. And hey, you could also use this to get your vice president to stop hitting on you as well, so it's a win-win for everyone. Plus it’s not like you’d be met with the realization that you might be in love with your best friend, that’s crazy…

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, and crazy fangirls

Extra info: high school setting, I got a confession… I don’t actually know how to swim lmaoo I just never learned so I apologize for the lack of actual swimming lol and Joshua is definitely inspired by Oikawa from Haikyuu in the sense of his fangirls lol and I guarantee there’s at least 50 fake dating Oikawa fics so here’s my spin on that with Joshua lol. I was also half tempted to make Joshua like one of my friends, who, for some reason decided our senior year to join our school’s swim team that I didn’t even know we had lol while he was on the varsity soccer team but I decided against it for simplicity lmao

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

Wen Junhui: Racing Hearts and Skating to Love

Summary: Getting the chance to perform at an end of year celebration? Amazing! Having to perform a paired performance with Wen Junhui? Not amazing! Don’t get it twisted! You don’t hate Junhui, in fact it’s the opposite. You’ve been silently crushing on your fellow skater for months, and now you’re going to have to create and perform a paired program with him. Which of course meant having to spend weeks with him, and getting close to him to actually practice. But you can do this, it’s only for a few weeks, your heart can handle it. Hopefully it can, at least.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol

Extra info: it’s never mentioned but it’s a uni au lol, reader wears contacts and glasses because I do too and I love Wen Junhui so next question lol and literally all my knowledge of ice skating comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport lol

Release: TBA

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Kwon Soonyoung: Goal- Wait Watch Out!

Summary: Meet cute except it’s not cute and you probably have a concussion from the rogue soccer ball to the head. All you were trying to do was drop off your roommate's lunch since she forgot in the morning and now you’re being carried by a concerned goalie and your roommate treating you like one of her athletes. At least the goalie carrying you is cute?

Warnings: cursing since I can’t help myself, and of course injuries (a concussion) since that’s the plot lol

Extra info: uni setting, my knowledge is very limited on soccer and all that I do know comes from when my librarian would let me stay in the library while the cup was going on last year instead of making me go do errands for the teachers during my student aide period lol and putting Hoshi as goalie is most definitely brought on by Jeonghan’s monthly meeting pics of him as the goalie lol

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

Jeon Wonwoo: Scheming Love

Summary: When your coach told your team that you guys would play a skirmish against the boys volleyball team for fun, you felt your heart freeze. Now you weren’t scared of the boys team, you believe your team is fully capable of beating them in a game. No, what scares you is the fact that it means you have to play against Jeon Wonwoo, one of the middle blockers on the team. And your longtime crush. Normally you’re confident as a libero, doing your best to make sure your team’s defense’s on top and making sure the ball doesn’t touch the ground, but with Wonwoo on the court at the same time? Maybe you should start apologizing to your team now. Wait, why did they have a team huddle while you were helping the manager bring the water bottles? And why are they smiling at you like they’ve just made the greatest plan in the history of the world?

Warnings: cursing as usual, and threatening to strangle someone (as a joke lol)

Extra info: high school setting, reader wears glasses because I do too and I love Wonwoo lol. One of two fics that are fueled by my Haikyuu brainrot that’s coming back thanks to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. Wonwoo as a middle blocker is brought on by this twitter artist that’s drawn Tsukishima in some Wonwoo stage outfits and that has caused me great pain I eat it up every time and reader being a libero is because that’s my favorite position lol

Release: TBA

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Lee Jihoon: Wait Where Are You Going? Come Back!

Summary: You really didn’t plan to watch your university’s baseball team play today, especially since it was so hot out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to provide some shade to hide under. But alas, your best friend insisted on dragging you along, wanting to watch her boyfriend play. Sure that’s fine and dandy, but why drag you along? At least the catcher’s cute, or what you can see of him on account of his mask. Wow, he's really muscular and is he giving Seokmin signs on how to pitch- wait why is your best friend and her boyfriend pushing the two of you after the game is over? And why are they running away? Oh, she’s gonna pay for this once you get through his conversation with the cute catcher.

Warnings: cursing as usual, and betrayal from your best friend and Seokmin lol

Extra info: uni setting, I’m like 85% sure Woozi said he used to play as catcher when he played baseball so that’s why he has this position. I don’t know anything about baseball besides one man named Shohei Ohtani and that getting hit with the ball hurts like hell (and all the injuries Dr. Mike on yt covered lol)

Release: TBA

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Lee Seokmin: Breaking News! Falling in Love is Scary!

Summary: Being part of your university’s blog and radio show is great, until you’re being forced out of the studio/office and out in the open to go interview the baseball team after a recent winning streak. Normally this job would get assigned to another team member, but after a recent bout of frat flu ravaging your crew, the interview is left up to you. Whatever, just get the answers to the prewritten questions you have and the sooner you can go back to the studio/office to work on other things. Or that was the plan before the pitcher, Lee Seokmin, took an interest in you and suddenly seemed to pop up everywhere around campus. Or aka, grumpy reporter x sunshine baseball player.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, and you being a hater for no reason lol

Extra info: uni setting, I don’t know much about baseball other than the fact that I would kill to see DK in a baseball uniform

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

Kim Mingyu: Red Bandage of Fate

Summary: When you joined the athletic team as a student trainer and got assigned to the university’s soccer team, you wondered if the team’s number 06, Kim Mingyu, the ace of the team and top scorer, was the same Kim Mingyu who basically lived in the training center, constantly in need of treatment for his never ending list of injuries. And please, slow down with the injuries, the center’s almost out of athletic tape and bandages, you’re begging him to please be more careful out on the field.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself, and very obviously injuries (I’ll come back to be more specific with the injuries lol)

Extra info: uni setting, I’m taking an intro to athletic training class this sem so I know some stuff about treating athletes but again it’s intro class so beware if some things aren’t super accurate lol

Release: TBA

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Xu Minghao: Filmed Lovestory

Summary: When you agreed to help film your friend’s practice for an upcoming competition, you didn’t think much of it. You’ve done it thousands of times. Put on your skates, a couple of extra layers so you won’t freeze, use her phone to record her, and follow her out on the ice. It’s simple, really, and a great way to spend Saturdays while also getting some exercise in between your tiring uni life. What you didn’t expect is somehow to agree to film the practices of one of her skating friends. Her very handsome skating friend, you might add. So now your weekends are fully booked for the ice, but watching Minghao skate on the ice, it’s not so bad.

Warnings: cursing as per usual

Extra info: uni setting, as I mentioned with my Jun fic, all of my figure skating knowledge comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so again I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport

Release: TBA

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Boo Seungkwan: Tangerines, Confessions and a Supply Closet

Summary: When you agreed to be the boys volleyball team’s manager, you didn’t think you’d spend your high school career taking care of the team. Yet, here you are, in your senior year and the only reason some of your players are even here (and why some of them are passing their classes, seriously signing up as a manager became a lot more than just handing out water bottles!). The only reason you’ve been able to stick around as long as you have is because of the team’s setter, Boo Seungkwan, who makes your job of wrangling the team a little easier. Now if only you could get the team off your back about confessing to him before the two of you graduate, that really would be great.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, threats to kill an entire volleyball team (all jokes), and getting locked in a supply closet

Extra info: high school setting, this is the second fic that is 100% fueled by my Haikyuu phase that is slowly coming back due to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. And out of all the sports, this is the one I’m most knowledgeable in since I actually watch matches (shout out to Lim Sungjin and Heo Subong). Also I had such a hard time giving Seungkwan a sport since he does so much I decided on volleyball because the thought of him playing makes me want to bark so there’s that

Release: TBA

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Chwe (Vernon) Hansol: Quick, He’s Not Watching!

Summary: When your older brother told you to wait for him in the bleachers, promising to give you a ride after your night class, you didn’t think much of it. If you’re lucky, you’d be able to take a nap in the bleachers waiting for him. What you didn’t expect was to somehow catch the attention of one of the midfielders, Vernon. As you come around more and more often, you find the midfielder always making an effort to say hey to you, and even stealing some of the team’s snacks for you. Now you just wonder if he’ll make a move before your brother notices the two of you getting closer with each other.

Warnings: uni setting, cursing as per usual, and older protective brother that means well but doesn’t go about it the right way

Extra info: I deadass looked up what the positions in soccer are because I have no idea what goes on in the sport even though one of my friend’s played our entire high school career

Release: TBA

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Lee Chan: You’re Not Too Bad

Summary: You didn’t think that showing up to your best friend’s, Seokmin’s, baseball practices would make one of the players hate you, but here you are and apparently Lee Chan hates you. Or so you think at least. The rest of the team loves you, especially since you always bring them plenty of food to feed them throughout practice (it pays to be a nutrition major) and always try to help out even though you’re not an official manager. But it’s no biggie, it’s not like Chan hating you bothers you, nope, not at all. But maybe you’d skip out on stopping by Seokmin’s practice for the week… Yeah that sounds like a good idea.

Warnings: cursing as per usual, Chan being a bit of an asshole but it gets resolved don’t worry

Extra info: uni setting, Dino being assigned baseball is all because of the 231105 fansign where he was given a baseball jersey and glove, and I still don’t know how baseball works

Release: TBA

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sunnebeam · 11 months

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twin flame bruise. (01)

PART 1.

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader, jeon jungkook x reader (yes they're different people)

plot: the jeon twins have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name. but in their senior year of college, the estranged twins may have found one more thing they share in common – you.

warnings: jeon twins au, possible headache bc the use of jeongguk and jung kook is v confusing (but they're different people here your honor), specific warnings will be emphasized in the actual completed fic (whenever that may be)

series index. | masterlist + disclaimers.

note: normally i don't post unfinished wips (especially ones with plots that aren't completely fleshed out yet) but this au has been sitting in my drafts since amas 2021, so i thought why not post a lil snippet and just dip right after? (p.s. please manage ur expectations bc 1. i'm too lazy to write this and 2. i have no idea where i'm going with this plot)

More often than not, identical twins are actually more different than similar.

The Jeon twins are a testament to that, even going as far as to insisting they’re entire opposites instead of merely different.

Jeongguk — the older of the two by a mere seven minutes; the golden son — can’t remember the last time he and his younger brother Jung Kook — the black sheep of the family by a great margin; the problematic son — saw eye to eye. In fact, their whole lives have been a flurry of grit and determination to prove they’re not the identical twins people saw them to be; that they’re individuals, that they’re their own persons.

First it was the nicknames. Despite the differences in spelling, Jeongguk and Jung Kook sound almost exactly the same and neither twin is having that. Thus, Jeongguk became “Guk” and Jung Kook became “JK”. Anyone who calls them otherwise will earn themselves a grimace from the older twin and a scoff from the younger.

Next it was their personalities, and by extension, their forms of expression. Both twins are conventionally attractive, a commonality they can’t help but share through their genes, but each own up to the word “beautiful” in their own unique ways.

Jeongguk is the calmer of the two, the more responsible one, the reliable pillar. His stellar grades and bookish habits surprisingly go hand in hand with his eleven piercings and constant need to work out at the gym. He prefers his hair in a short, neat cut and favors studs as earrings for a generally clean look.

Jung Kook on the other hand is the more adventurous of the two, the mysterious one, the wild card. His grades are just enough to make him pass despite the fact that he rarely shows up to classes, always disappearing during periods of time and reappearing as if nothing is amiss. He prefers his long, chin-length hair slicked back so that it complements his undercut and favors hoops as well as dangling earrings for a slightly bolder look.

Despite these insistent differences, the twins still end up in the same university, in the same campus, albeit in different programs. Guk earned himself an academic scholarship into the business program their parents always pushed at, whereas JK also landed himself a scholarship through his participation in their old high school’s varsity team that allows him to pursue a sports science program.

Studying completely different majors and living in completely different parts in the huge campus, the two brothers see each other less and less with each passing year.

After their freshman year, JK stops coming home for holidays and breaks. In the middle of their sophomore year, Guk stops making excuses for his younger twin whenever their parents ask questions. By their junior year, the two brothers have become nothing more than two strikingly similar looking guys who share a mere home address and a last name.

But in their senior year, the estranged Jeon twins may have found one more thing they share in common.

Something. Someone.

You.

You’ve known JK since your first year and after that first hookup, you’ve become a regular fixture in his apartment. You fight endlessly, you make up frequently, you fuck constantly, but most of all, you care for each other deeply. Though you never really crossed the line between friends-who-fuck and something more, you know him well enough to be assured of your place in his life.

You trust him. That is, until you meet his twin.

You meet Guk in your last year of college, which opens up a whole new jar of questions. Why didn’t JK tell you about his twin brother? Didn’t he trust you? What other secrets is he hiding?

Will you just be another thing they have in common that ends up further driving the wedge between them?

He’s running out of time.

Fuck, Jung Kook knew he shouldn’t have come here. No amount of money is worth the stress of putting himself in sketchy situations. Not to mention this is the longest he’s been gone and there’s no doubt that his phone is filled to the brim with your concerned texts and voicemails.

“What did Yoongi tell you about this guy?” his partner Namjoon asks him as they’re observing their client from a distance.

“Nothing,” Jung Kook replies robotically.

“Figures.”

A tense silence falls over them. Nothing like the smug, comfortable silences they shared in previous gigs. This one is more fragile, more different. Just like how this client seems more different, more dangerous.

“You still wanna go through with this, JK?” Namjoon still thinks to ask even though he already knows the answer.

The logical decision would be for Jung Kook to say no, to not risk their safety for the sake of measly profits that they only get a portion of, to walk away and forget all about the sketchy looking client. But Jung Kook has never been exactly logical.

Your face flashes through his mind, your smile, your laugh, the way you felt in his arms, the sincerity in your voice when you said three peculiar words to him, the tears you cried when he shut you out weeks ago.

Even in this tense situation, you’re all he thinks of. You’re it for him and that’s exactly why he needs to make this gig. He needs the money. He needs you.

So instead, Jung Kook replies with, “yes,” and takes a step forward.

All he needs to do is take a step forward.

The front door is already open and he can already see the inside of the apartment, but for some reason Jeongguk can’t move. Maybe he’s afraid of what he might find. Or more specifically, what he might not find.

It’s been a week since he heard around campus that his twin brother has gone AWOL, and this time around doesn’t seem like one of his usual two-to-three-day disappearances. Normally Jeongguk wouldn’t meddle. After all, it’s been several months (or was it years?) since he last physically saw and talked to his own twin. But something is tugging at him this time. Something tells him this time is different.

He sighs. Then takes a step forward.

JK’s apartment looks exactly like how he remembers it, save for a few minor changes. Nothing seems to be amiss. Nothing indicates distress or disturbance, but almost everything indicates a voluntary exit. He pinches the bridge of his nose. He’s heard all the rumors about what exactly his twin does in his spare time. He once tried confronting him about it but was met with an enraged cry of, “mind your own business!” When he asked again on a particularly calm day when they were both civil with each other, the latter merely whispered a shaky, “nothing too dangerous, I swear.”

Guk paces around the modest apartment, running his hands through his hair in agitation. It’s obvious what he has to do but how exactly does he start looking for his younger brother who’s been gone for nearly three weeks? He doesn’t know where to begin, where to sit down and think. He doesn’t even know if this apartment is the right starting point.

A knock on the door. Then another one. Then a series of hard knocks followed by frantic shouting.

“I know you’re in there, asshole!”

Jeongguk lurches out of his seat and fumbles with the locks on the door. He doesn’t know if the shouting was directed at him, that whoever is outside was talking about him, or at his absent brother. The yelling continues with a mix of “open up!” and “I hate you! I hate you!” before he finally manages to open the door and is greeted with the sight of an angry, tear-stained face.

You’re panting, looking at him as if he’s the bane of your existence but that’s impossible because he’s sure he’s never met you before.

“You asshole!” you screech at him as you step forward and land punches on his chest, not noticing how it’s slightly bigger and sturdier than you’re used to. “You act all cold to me out of the blue! Disappear for three weeks, ignore my calls and texts! Then you come back and not tell me? I hate you, JK, I hate you!”

Jeongguk is bewildered and if he isn’t so distracted by your hands on his chest and your pretty eyes trained on him, he would’ve noticed how your entire body relaxed in his hold and your lips formed a pout.

“Fuck it,” you whisper.

Then you kiss him.

He’s kissing you back.

You deepen the kiss, and it’s like the past three weeks of worrying never happened. The kiss is as explosive as usual, both of you so into it with passion and eagerness, and you’re just grateful he’s back. He’s safe and in your arms again. Your tongue darts out to trace his lower lips and you hear him moan appreciatively before your wet muscle feels something different. Something metal.

You pull back all of a sudden. His eyes are still closed as he tries to chase your lips but you push his chest back with narrowed eyes. He opens his eyes in a daze.

“You got a lip piercing?” Your squinted eyes land on his right eyebrow. “And another on your eyebrow?” Your eyes trace the six studs that form an aesthetically straight line on his right ear. “You look different. You cut your hair. And your arm… those tattoos…” you trail off when you spot a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm instead of the few inked doodles you remember. “JK, what’s going on?”

The name which you call him snaps Guk out of his kiss-induced haze and he finally, finally, takes a good look at you. You’re beautiful. Wait, that’s probably an understatement. You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen — from your swollen lips to your arched eyebrow to your sweet, confused face.

“Who are you?” he asks. Something he should’ve done before he welcomed your lips on his.

You growl adorably in irritation and he almost kisses you again before you spit back a retort. “I’m not playing around. Be serious for once, JK.”

“That’s the thing,” he says slowly as he steps back and looks at you cautiously. “I’m not exactly JK… I’m his twin brother—“

“I told you to stop messing with me!”

“I’m not! I’m not, I swear!” He holds his hands up in surrender when you look at him threateningly. “I’m his twin brother, Jeongguk, but I mostly go by Guk. I’m sorry my brother never told you about me but I’m sure he has his reasons.”

Your eyes narrow even further. “What are you implying? If you’re saying he— Are you saying he doesn’t trust me?”

“That’s not what I meant. Look, I’m sorry, I don’t know any more than you do but I promise you I’m telling the truth.” He grips his hair in frustration and resumes his earlier pacing.

You eye him cautiously when he finally takes a seat on the couch. You observe how he looks eerily similar to JK, if not the exact same — from his doe eyes to his luscious hair to his full, rosy lips — yet he harbors his own unique features that separate him from your missing lover. Your chest aches when you remember those same pouty lips spouting hurtful words at you weeks ago and shutting you out.

“So you’re really…” you start cautiously, “…JK’s twin brother?”

“I am,” he answers promptly and you vaguely hear him add a hushed, “unfortunately.”

JK has always been secretive with you but hiding the fact that he has a twin brother is like a slap to your face. How could he have kept something this big from you? How could he, when you have always been unapologetically open with him?

“Why didn’t he ever tell me?” you whisper, your voice cracking in the end.

Jeongguk sighs. “I don’t know.”

You’re both quiet when you sit on the couch a few inches away from him. You both stare at nothing on the floor, with you trying to grasp the fact that JK never told you about his identical twin and with Guk trying to comprehend the truth that his twin brother never told him about you.

“Jeongguk… I mean, Guk?” you whisper. “Do you know where he is?”

He answers after a minute. “I don’t.”

Another minute. “Is he in danger?”

Half a minute, then Jeongguk turns to you with soft voice. “I hope not.”

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shelbgrey · 11 months

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My MasterList of Stories

Master List part 2

~request are OPEN

Varsity Blues

Ocean's 11

Codes:

Smut=❤️‍🔥 Fluff=💕 Angst=💔 Funny=💖 Horror=🫀

🔬Bones💀

Dr. Lance Sweets:

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Caught in the act ❤️‍🔥

Dating Lance Sweets HC💕❤️‍🔥

Adventures in babysitting💕

You belong with me💕

Lance Sweets as a Dad headcanons💕

Dream Warriors💔🫀

Bones Halloween Special🫀💖

Code baby Part 1 💕

Let me take your pain away💕💔

Dr. Jack Hodgins:

Can't buy me love💔💕

Jack Hodgins Having a little sister💕

What's it gonna take to get you out of his lab?❤️‍🔥

Agent Seeley Booth:

Dating Seeley Booth Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend HCs💕

Friends to Lovers Headcanons💕

The day we met💕

In the name of love💕

Agent James Aubrey:

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance 💔💕

Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets part 2💕❤️‍🔥

Smut Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Unspoken desire❤️‍🔥

Dr. Wendell Bray:

Witchy Squintern HCs💕

Dr. Camille Saroyan:

who broke the coffee pot?💖

The Squinterns:

Adventures in babysitting💕

Being Hodgins sister and being a goth Squintern💕

Dr. Zack Addy:

I've got your back💕

Who's got him smiling like that?💕

❤️‍🩹Grey's Anatomy🩺

Dr. Derek Shephard:

Halloween special💖🫀

Injured💔

The Ballad of Jayne💔

Stuck in the middle💔💕

Stitches💕

This is Why I Don't Go To The Gym💕

Baby on the brain💕

Dating Derek after he broke up with Meredith💕

Love at first sight💕

Dr. Mark Sloan:

November Rain💔

Faithfully💔💕

We are family💕

Christmas Special💖

Dr. Owen Hunt:

Trauma 101💖

Dr. Jackson Avery:

Love Story💔💕

Dr. Alex Karev:

Heaven💔

Dr. Miranda Bailey:

Your my favorite💕

Dr. Nick Marsh:

Secrets out💕

🗡️Once upon a time🍎

August W. Booth:

Hidden secrets❤️‍🔥💕💔

Killian Jones:

Smut fic with Killan Jones❤️‍🔥

Prince James:

Hysteria💔💕

🩸Twilight🌲

Cullen family:

Fire safty💖

Going to the zoo💖

Cats in the cradle💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger. 💖💕

Cullens:

Emmett McCarthy Cullen:

Next to me series💖💔💕❤️‍🔥

Forever now💕

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Carlisle Cullen:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HC💕

Carlisle as your husband HCs💕

Jasper Whitlock Hale:

Jasper dating Bella's sister HCs💕

Edward Anthony Mason Cullen:

Dating Edward Cullen HCs💕

Crushing on Edward Cullen HCs💕

Rosalie Lillian Hale:

Being Emmett and Rose's daughter HCs💕

Denalis:

Eleazar Denali:

Glory of love series ❤️‍🔥💕💔💖

Dating Eleazar HCs❤️‍🔥💕

Garrett:

Voice of an Angel💔💕

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and dating Garrett HCs💕

Wolf pack:

Seth Clearwater:

Perfect 💕

Volturi:

The Volturi:

Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter and having the Volturi wrap around your finger💕

🧫Ghostbusters👻

Peter Venkman:

When unspoken rules are broken💔💕

Dr. Egon Spengler:

Hold on, I love you💔

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons💕

Ray stantz:

Dr. Jelousey❤️‍🔥

Something strange💕💔

🦁🐍Harry Potter🐦‍⬛🦡

Draco Malfoy:

Say Something💔

Dance the night away💕

Just keeping an eye out💕

The truth doesn't always hurt💔💕

George Weasley:

Welocm to Gryffindor💔💕

You belong with me - part 1💔💕

Fred Weasley:

Being a Potter twin and falling for Fred💕

Neville Longbottom:

Your Breaking My Heart💔

Weasley family:

Being adopted by the Weasleys💕

⚔️Supernatural🌘

Gabriel "the Trickster":

Gardian Angel💕

Hyper girl💕

The Winchester and the Trickster💕

Love of a lifetime💔

Dean winchester:

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons💕❤️‍🔥

Castiel:

Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas💕💔

🎶Elvis Presley🎸

Austin!Elvis Presley:

Love me tender💔💕

💥Marvel🦸

Scott "Cyclops" Summers:

Dating Scott Summers💕❤️‍🔥

A not so White Wedding💕

Clint "Hawkeye" Barton:

Secrets out💖

Whatever it takes💔💕

Tony "Iron man" Stark:

All of me💔💕

Bucky "winter soldier" Barnes:

Treat you better💔💕

Howard Stark:

Time In A Bottle💕

Dr. Stephen Strange:

I won't say I'm in love💔💕

Avengers:

Ohana means family💕

Six avengers and a baby💔💕

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Part One: Meet Cute

Part One Two Three Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Truly nothing except a cute little story about how Y/N and Mick met

A/N: Helllooooo everybody!! Firstly, I just wanted to say thank you for the support I got for my first F1 piece, especially @omgsuperstarg, who has truly been so sweet to me! This piece is the first part of a 5 part series that I decided to do about a freelance journalist reader and Mick falling in love and everyone else realizes it but them. This really is going to be an endeavor for me because I really want to incorporate a social media au aspect that I see on a lot of F1 fics that I just think is soooo cool and creative! Also, shoutout to @thisismeracing for accidentally inspiring this because their King of my Heart series is *chef's kiss🤌🏿*. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!!💖💛

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You huff a breath of relief as you push your way through the Silverstone paddock turnstile, looking at your pass briefly before letting it drop back down onto your chest. “I better make this count with the price of this fricken pass.” You mumble before finally allowing yourself to take a look around the paddock. The vast concrete area was buzzing with teams prepping for the practice sessions the next day, fans searching for their favorite drivers, various youtube videos being filmed, an overwhelming number of outfits containing designer products. This jumped out at you because, while trying to wrap your head around the number of highly priced items being worn around the paddock, out of all the well dressed people there, a photographer stopped you to get a picture of you in basic black biker shorts and white cropped tank top, wrapped in a oversized blue accented varsity jacket that matched your true blue accented Jordan 1’s, long locs put up in a bun for the sheer purpose of keeping your hair out of your face while you worked.

“You look amazing. Thank you for letting me take your picture” The photographer compliments you after asking for your instagram handle when you confirmed that it was okay to post you, then gives you a firm handshake before moving on to photograph more of the paddock. Your mind continues to reel about the encounter as you proceed with making your way through the paddock, trying to find the press room where the driver interviews were taking place.

It was at that moment Mick exited the Mercedes motorhome, en route to the main F1 paddock building for certain administrative business, but he couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous girl, frantically looking around at the buildings then back at her phone, as if trying to read a map. She shielded her glasses clad eyes from the bright sun that caused her brown skin to shimmer, and had her glossed lips slightly puckered as she continue to search for her destination. Mick’s feet had a mind of their own as they started toward her, stopping briefly to talk and take picture with a little fan that was practically vibrating in the presence of their favorite driver, or rather current reserve driver. Once close enough to you, close enough to smell the light floral scent hinted with vanilla wafting from your person, he tries to quietly alert you to his presence, trying hard not to startle you.

“Do you need help finding something?” Still, even with his quiet efforts, you flinch at the sudden visual of piercing blue eyes watching you, concerned.

“Oh, uh, yes actually. Do you know where the press room is? I think the driver interview is about to start and I would really like to be there or else I came here for nothing.” You chuckle as you finally turn toward the person nice enough to come and help you.

“Uh, yeah. I was actually headed that direction myself.” The bright smile he flashed your way did nothing less than knock you off your feet, which caused you to almost miss the hand he had held out in an effort to introduce himself. “Mick.”

“Of course you are. Um, Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n. Very nice to meet you.” You shake his hand, both of you holding on for a little longer than necessary before Mick lets go in order to motion towards the walking direction. While a bit of disappointment panged through you at the loss of his hand in yours, you quickly recovered when you felt the lightest brush of Mick’s fingers on your lower back, guiding you briefly in the motioned direction. As much as both of you wanted to stroll slowly to your destination and have even the smallest morsel of time to get to know the pretty stranger next to them, you both had somewhere to be, and with Mick’s added task of having to avoid people coming up to him to decrease travel time, both of you had to walk briskly and wordlessly until you two finally reached the press room.

“Well, here you are.” Mick knew he had to leave that moment, but his feet betrayed him again, this time staying stationary as you rummaged briefly through the belt bag across your chest, pulling out a small disheveled legal pad and a pen.

“Thank you so much! Uh, do you know which drivers are in there right now?” You ask without looking at Mick you finish getting ready to go inside, missing the way his eyes danced over your image, and his face when he noticed the increased pace of his pulse.

“I think Lewis, Lando, Alex and Logan.” He mentally curses his feet but quickly accepts the short lashing he’ll get from admin. This girl, Y/n, she’s worth any reprimand thrown his way.

“Interesting bunch.” You look at your watch and quickly get into gear since there is one minute left before the interview session starts, but you finally take one last look at Mick's heartstopping presence briefly before you speak one last time. “Thank you again, Mick. It was very nice meeting you.” And just as quickly as you came into his life, you were gone with a quiet click of the door.

The time neared 7:30 pm as Mick hovered around the press room door, nonchalantly greeting people that say hello in passing, wondering on a scale of 1 to 10 how weird it was for him to be waiting to see if he can catch you leaving. All day he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head, the way the blue accent of you shoes and jacket went perfectly with the gold hoop earrings, rings and watch you wore, but how the shine of your jewelry had nothing on you, your chocolate eyes, your brilliant smile. How that amazing smile disappeared behind the door he has been nervously hovering around for about 10 minutes. “Okay, 5 more minutes. You already look crazy Mick, you don’t need to make it look worse.” He takes a deep breath, prepared to wait those 5 minutes, but he is quickly blessed with an answer to his prayer as he watches you exit, profusely thanking an F1 personnel.

“Thank you for letting me stay a little longer. Really. That extra time was a lifesaver.” You continue to thank the coordinator, who’s name you have since learned was Julie, as you finish packing away your notepad.

“No, thank you for helping with the chairs and stuff. That usually takes me well over an hour.” Julie turns to thank you after checking and rechecking to make sure the room was locked.

“It was the least I could do. Honestly.” Mick watched you shine that bright smile to the woman in the Formula 1 polo then shake her hand one last time after exchanging a few more words and then going your separate ways. Luckily, you typing out a few last thoughts in your notes app gave Mick time to gather his thoughts and get back his words before catching up with you.

“Y/n.” The familiar light German accent causes you to stop your brisk walk to the paddock exit and turn around to see Mick, his bright demeanor still able to peak through the obvious tiredness that he showed.

“Mick! Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you would be long gone by now.” You began to fidget with your phone in your hands, more than ecstatic that Mick was there, after believing that the last time you were going to see his radiant eyes was before you rushed into the press room.

“No, just got out of my last meeting.” He lied. He could have left just after lunch, but once he realized that the different press conferences were going to last until late in the evening he found everything he could do within the paddock from getting tik toks planned for the next morning out of the way to walking the tracking with Esteban, who got an earful about the pretty journalist he met today, just to stay as long as reasonably possible.

“Do Thursday’s usually go this long? This is only the first day of the first full race weekend I’ve been able to attend and I’m already exhausted.” You push the singular loc that you kept out of your bun away of your face and shift from one foot to another as you brought your hand to your glasses to push them back to their original spot, feeling slightly nervous under the intense observant gaze that Mick had as he took in each of your movements and absorbed every word.

“Yeah, Thursday’s tend to run long. But you get used to it.” You nod to his answer and shift on your feet again, looking around at the thinned out crowd in the paddock. He could see that you were getting restless, probably ready to head back to your hotel and immediately drop, but he needed a little bit more time, and little did he know you were thinking the same thing. In reality you were looking for some ice cold water, something with caffeine, anything to keep you awake long enough to stay here with him a little longer. “Would you like a coffee or something before you go? The espresso in the motorhome works wonders, I've been told.” Even though you were screaming on the inside, the most emotion you were able to muster was a tired grin and a light nod before you found yourself following behind Mick to the Mercedes motorhome, where he ordered an espresso for you and a water for him that were quickly produced from the barista and served, leaving you two to drink in silence for a moment.

It was now you’re turn to admire the blonde in front of you, your eyes tracing his jawline as he looked around the lobby. His eyes seemed glossed over, hinting to you that he honestly was nearly twice as tired as you but since he was seasoned in the proceedings of the race weekend, he remained affected to a lesser extent. You watch his hands as he attempts to crack his knuckles, but producing no sound. After a long cleansing breath, his attention settles back on you, giving you a tired grin that still reaches up to his eyes.

"So did you get good information from the interviews? You are a journalist, right?" His eyebrows scrunched with his question slightly.

"Yeah, I am, and, um, yeah. I think I got what I needed." The corner of your mouth twitches up before you bring your cup to your lips to slurp some espresso. This was the first time in his life Mick has wanted to be a cup so bad, receiving the touch of those still well glossed lips.

"Did you get to ask any questions?" You set your cup down and finish swallowing the liquid before answering. He almost didn't hear your answer as his eyes first zeroed in on the muscle movement in your throat as you swallowed and then to your hand which crossed his slightline, your fingers, which he now noticed had slightly longer, almond-shaped nails painted white and light blue, adjusting your glasses again.

"Yeah, a couple. Lewis, and actually Toto during the team principal interview, were actually the most attentive when I was chosen to ask my questions. But with the information I got, I could probably have a short piece out by midday tomorrow." You mess your phone a bit, painted nails flipping it over and over but your brown eyes were still locked on him, breathing out a chuckle when you see his eyebrows twitch upward.

"That's quick." The upward turn the corners of your mouth took forced him to take a sip of his own drink, to keep his own lips and his hands occupied. He wanted to touch you so bad, at the very least feel the soft warmth of your hand from before.

"Articles tend to come out quickly during race weekends. Allows for people to question the possibilities, no matter how unrealistic." You shrug, partly due to the nonchalantness of your explanation, but also because you realized how intently he was listening to you. When he wasn't asking a question his eyes were scanning you, your eyes, your hair, your hands, your lips. "Tomorrow's article is probably gonna be Mercedes heavy. Your colleagues seemed pretty giddy about this race weekend, like they have something big in the works.” You earned a shrug and a smug grin from Mick as you both simultaneously take another swig of your respective drinks.

"So…" Mick fiddles with his idle hands and then his nearly empty bottle before he asks his possibly embarrassing question. "Have you written anything about me?" The look he gave you after the words came amount was similar to a schoolboy asking if his crush talked about that day as his head dipped a little which forced him to have to look up through his eyelashes at you as he gave you a boyish smile. A short, slightly ugly sounding chortle came from you as you picked up your phone and begin scrolling.

“One moment, please.” A confident grin slithered its way onto your face as your scrolling slows, indicating that you were nearing the excerpt. “So this was from right after it was announced that you were joining Mercedes. It was for a women ran blog, pretty cool girls.” You give your disclaimer before clearing your throat and begining to read. “‘Even though our favorite blue eyed blondie has been heave-hoed from the grid by the under performing, underwhelming Haas Formula 1 Racing team, we are glad to see the warm welcome Mercedes AMG Petronas, his fathers previous racing home, has given him, and we can only hope that he will be accepted with open arms and treated more like family and less like a liability.’” You glance up from your phone to Mick’s widened bright blue eyes, laughing a little when he lets out a breath through O-shaped lips.

“That was sweet…and a little aggressive, but…” He leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair, smiling hazily as the words played over and over again. He had to find that article.

While Mick floated through his thoughts, your eyes quickly flash to the stretch and flex of his arms and the slight bulge of his bicep as his hands moved through his hair before refocusing on the article on your phone. “I was angry about the situation…and happy that someone gave you a chance. I mean, this was at a time when everyone was speculating about your future in F1 and comparing your journey to your father’s and I was tired of it. It was Haas’ loss.” You finish off your espresso and fiddle with the cup for a moment before Mick motions to it then plucks it from in front of you to throw away in the proper recepticles, carefully sitting back down and getting back in the same seating position he had before as you continued explaining. “I mean, I did talk about the previous season, the crashes, because it was an important component to the whole thing, but if Haas can’t fund the mistakes that comes with taking on a rookie, they shouldn’t take on rookies.” The passion that you showed about the topic, about his own difficult experiences, aroused a different area of Mick’s attraction to you. Even before meeting him, you had such strong opinions on how people treated him, indicating how much care for people, and how your care for people you love is probably exponential to that of the care you showed him, a virtual stranger. You take a deep breath to bring you back to the moment then check the time on your phone, shocked to see it was nearing 8:45 pm. “Geez, I didn’t mean to keep you so late.” You unlock your phone and quickly tap to the Uber app, queueing up a ride, before setting your phone face down and watch as Mick’s face drops the slightest bit at the thought of you having to leave him.

“Oh, you didn’t…I don’t mind… I’m sorry for keeping you. I should have let you leave when you said you have an article to write by tomorrow.” You two were at a pining stalemate. Both of you needed to get up. Both of you needed sleep because you both had an early morning. But here you sat, at least for a minute more, both fully admiring the person in front of you as you guys racked your brains for reasonable ways to stay together, but to no avail. So you both sadly and simultaneously stand from your seats, thank the barista who you both were completely unaware was still there, and exit out of the motorhome, but take no steps away from the building.

“So, do you have a ride?” Mick rolls his shoulders forward to shift the backpack he had on as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. Your now hyperfocus on his presence and the close proximity caused your mind to swirl from the whiff of a warm, leathery, woodsy scent that floated from him.

“I called an Uber, which is now about 7 minutes away.” You check your phone then look toward the paddock exit where security was still standing guard and guiding those leaving in the correct direction.

“Oh, well, I’ll walk with you then.” Mick tries to stuff his hands impossibly deeper into his pockets while you two mosied toward the exit, fighting the urge to hold your hand that swung close to your side. The walk was mostly silent with the exception of small comments about the day and the thanking of people working in the area as you guys passed them. You two arrived at the Uber pick up spot just as the car arrived but took no action to get in.

“Thank you again for everything. You have made day one at my first race very memorable.” You shine your bright smile at him one more time, accentuating your cheekbones and making your brown eyes beam.

“I’m glad.” He could only stare at you, mesmerized, wishing this car wasn’t waiting for you to enter. “Uh, here let me.” His words faded off as he reached around you to open the rear passenger side door of the car, hesitating briefly as you both relished in the closeness, temporarily becoming intoxicated by the beautiful scent created by the mixing of your perfume and his cologne. You breathed out a thanks and slowly climbed in the backseat, preparing your goodbye when Mick leaned in the car real quick, seemingly surprised at his only abrupt action. "Come by the motorhome tomorrow before practice sessions start. I'm gonna see if I can you a pass to the garage for the rest of the weekend." Your tongue juts out slightly over your bottom lip as a flirty smile slides across your face, and as your peered over your glasses to look into Mick's eyes, the sexual tension that was hidden underneath the youthful attraction the entire time was highlighted, increasing the desire to close the gap between you two that has been keeping you both at bay all night.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then." You spoke with minimal lip movement, subliminally trying to bring Mick's attention to them. Both of you think that if the moment lasted any longer that afore mention gap would have closed and the night would have ended much different, but instead Mick nods at your acceptance of his invitation, slowly steps back to close the car door and watches as you are driven away, finally able to come down from the events of the day, the emotions that clouded him, and audit the actions he took. As he headed to his car he was sure your face was going to be at the forefront of his mind, your residual scent and the memory of your voice will be what lulls him to sleep, and the anticipation of seeing you in the morning is what will get him out of bed. Getting into the driver's seat of his car, he realizes you guys didn't settle on a meeting time so he pulls out his phone to text you, but then it dawns on him. He never got your number.

#black reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x black!reader #mick schumacher #mick shumacher imagine #mick Schumacher x black!reader

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atinylittlepain · 7 months

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Chapter One

90s!steve harrington x f!oc

series masterlist

series playlist

He got out, hopped one state over, and planned on continuing an anonymous existence of cold beds and numbers scribbled on forearms. One small problem in that plan, or maybe one big problem.

warnings | 18+ smut, angst, columbus OH deserves a TW in and of itself (i love it so)

a/n | I am so excited to be sharing the first chapter of this series. A very special thanks must be given to @pr0ximamidnight who lets me scream about these characters all the time, and who also made the absolutely amazing artwork for this fic! As always, I'd love to hear what you think of this one, drop me a line :)

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“You coming tonight?”

“Who’s playing?”

“Up and coming, you haven’t heard of them.”

“Oh, so they’re shit then?”

“Don’t be a snob, Steven. Even your beloved Elliott Smith started out as a nobody. Hell, he still is a nobody.”

“You told Art that I’d cover the front tonight, didn’t you?” The silence is enough of an answer. Steve sighs.

“Eddie.”

“Come on, Steve. Money is money, I don’t see why you’re complaining when I was gracious enough to get you a little more of it.” His so very gracious roommate is already halfway out the door, a grin and shrug that tells Steve there will be no squirming out of this. Great.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy a trip to the Newport Club, especially not when it’s free and all he has to do is check tickets and let girls feel him up a little on the way into the music hall. But it’s Wednesday, and he has work tomorrow, and he’s feeling a little more pitiful than usual since their AC unit busted out and has yet to be fixed. Their landlord told them he would be getting to it about two weeks ago, and Steve is starting to wilt around the edges in the close grip of the heat and humidity. So no, he’s not really feeling a gig at the moment. But yes, money is money, and he doesn’t have much time to whine to himself about it when he’s already running late to his shift at Katzinger’s.

Columbus has been good to him, something he is reminded of every morning when he bikes across town to get to the deli. Urban enough to be anonymous, but still cheap enough for him to pay rent with the patchwork jobs he does. And not Hawkins, so it’s already miles ahead just because of that.

“I got lox no schmear for Tiffany. There you go, sweetheart, have a nice day.” Tiffany left her phone number at the bottom of her receipt for him, a little heart too. Yet another way Columbus has treated him well, the bevy of OSU students that seem to like what Steve has going on. Eddie calls it his “soft-prozac look,” whatever the hell that means. Certainly different from his polo shirts and varsity jacket days, but a whole lot else has changed since then.

Things are easy, simple, and he likes it that way. Making sandwiches and smiling at coeds until three, a new Tiffany every week, no strings, no stress. And the music scene at the fringes of campus. While his roommate prefers a sound with a little more edge, Steve prefers the softer, sadder stuff, and there’s plenty of it getting passed around on burned CDs and in the dim, dank bars downtown. That’s how he first started picking up gigs at the Newport Club. Art took one look at him, the remnant strength from the days of the king, and stuck him out front with a scowl and a folded wad of cash. Not to mention the perk that once the crowd is packed in, he gets to lean in the doorway and turn his good ear to the music.

…

She’s running late. Actually, she was running late twenty minutes ago. Now it’s just laughable. And somewhere in the slow slump of afternoon into evening, it has started raining. So there’s that, the hem of her skirt sticking and sweating around her ankles, skin turned tacky in the humid air. But she’s a little too focused on digging her ticket out of the bottom of her bag as she does a sort of jump-walk toward the club.

Who was it again? A friend of a friend’s boyfriend who had an extra ticket to this new band’s gig. She can’t even remember the name. Probably something precious and pretentious like toaster aneurysm.

Shit, not good, not even the remnants of a crowd still waiting outside the venue, just some guy with his arms folded over his chest, leaning in the doorway with one doc marten crossed over the other. His eyebrow cocks, a crack of his gum rolled with his jaw when she approaches. She can hear the dull thrum of a bass coming from inside, already started.

“Hi, I’m here for the show, here’s my–”

“The show started fifteen minutes ago, sweetheart.” It’s a little stunning, not snappy, but entirely bored in the way he says it, sighing and slumping back against the wall, a flick of his chin to toss his thick flop of hair out of his eyes.

“Okay, so? Just take my ticket and let me in.” Not in the mood, not that she ever is, for this bullshit tough guy act. Said tough guy squints at her, tongue poking in his cheek like really, this is a grave inconvenience to him, when he could have already taken her ticket and let her in and gotten back to his brooding hunch.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“I’m Steve.”

“Good for you, Steve.” Great, he thought that was funny, a huff of a laugh and half a smile, perfect teeth and frustratingly perfect dimple. She was going for bitchy, actually. When he finally uncrosses his arms from over his chest, hooking his knuckles into the pockets of his pants, she gets a better look at his t-shirt. He must have shrunk it in the wash, or maybe it’s intentional, the way it fits so snug that the muscles in his arms bulge over the sleeves, the I heart metal logo stretched to burst across his chest. Elliott Smith fan, so at least he’s got that going for him.

“Are you really not gonna let me in?”

“Are you really not gonna tell me your name?”

“It’s Ruth, okay?

“That’s an old-fashioned name.”

“So is Steve.” By now, the band has already gotten through two more songs since she got here, and she’s starting to think she’s going to have to resign herself to listening to scraps through the propped open door. For his part, Steve seems perfectly content with the situation, his chin tilted toward the sound as he pulls a menthol out of his back pocket and lights it up. For her part, Ruth is just annoyed enough to reach out and swipe the cigarette from his fingers before it makes it to his mouth, taking a smug inhale as he lets out a petulant whine of hey.

“If you’re gonna keep me out here, the least you can do is offer some refreshments.” To be fair, the more she hears of the music dripping out from the club, the less interested she is in joining the crowd, some kind of post-punk shoegaze dirge-fest from the sound of it. And no, it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with the long line of his throat when he lets smoke seep out in a hiss, head tilted back to keep his exhale from washing over her face. No, nothing to do with that, and nothing to do with the way the tendons in his forearms jump, all spilled shadow when he offers her back the cigarette. No, definitely nothing to do with that either.

“Are you a student?”

“No, are you?”

“No, so what do you do then?”

“I work at the library.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hmm. What about you?”

“I work at Katz, you know? Over in german village?”

“Yeah, everyone knows Katz. I like Brown Bag better though, they’ve got that tofu cream cheese.”

“Who the hell likes tofu cream cheese? Are you vegan or something?” Rapid fire, somewhere in the volley she has mirrored his posture, her shoulder brushing against his as she rests back against the wall, fingers flickering back and forth, trying to sip down the last few drags of their shared cigarette.

“No, I just like the taste better. Regular cream cheese gives me the heebies.” He hums, the dip and bob of his throat catching the warm shock of the streetlights. She lets herself watch him for a beat, the quick flit of her eyes away from his when he looks right back at her. Back and forth like that, she collects up every freckle she can find, the two on the side of his neck, on his cheek. Pretty boy at rest. The music is mere afterthought.

…

He’s glad he decided to be difficult tonight. The truth is, he really isn’t supposed to let people in after the set starts, something about code violations and fire hazards. But usually, he’ll nod along a few stragglers hurrying into the club, no big deal. Chalk it up to the heat, to no AC, to whatever, Steve was not feeling so generous tonight, and he’s never been so grateful for his snappy streak as he is right now.

“What size shoe did you say you are?” He’s not entirely sure how things unraveled to this. Him, with his shoeless, socked foot hovering just above the sidewalk, and her, holding her sneaker in one hand, with his doc marten on her foot, giving a few experimental shuffles in it, the hem of her skirt swirling around her shins with it.

“Men’s twelve, probably too big for you, honey.” Her nose scrunches, mouth screwing to the side like she can’t possibly stand being called that. He tucks that away in his mind through the constant din of the concert going on inside.

“Hmm, I think I could make it work if I doubled up my socks.”

“You gonna steal my shoes, is that your angle?”

“Well, I do need a refund for my ticket since someone wouldn’t let me in.” He scoffs, dipping his chin to hide behind his hair, just a little, buying time to think of something clever to say back to her.

“Judging by that noise, I think I did you a favor actually.” Ruth grins, and as if on cue, a particularly discordant warble of guitar whines through the door, both of them wincing at it.

“Maybe you’re right. How much longer you think they got?” She wobbles to the side as she toes out of his boot, and Steve moves before he can think, one hand to her waist, one cupping her elbow. Up close like this, he can see the way her eyeliner has smudged at the edges, a stray speck of it on the arc of her cheek. But it’s catch and release, a laugh light in her chest as she pulls away to put her own shoe back on.

“I’d say they’re wrapping up. We could, you know, get out of here if you wanted to.” Fun, right? That’s what this is. The flirt and flair of it, a game they both seem to be intent on.

“Where are we going, Steve?” She tilts her head, sing-songing his name.

Steve is good at this, the logistics of it all. Hers or his. His, they decide, because hers is further away. And mercy, Eddie has been shacking up with the produce stocker from the natural grocery store over in Bexley, so they don’t have to worry about being quiet when they stumble through the door to his apartment.

Graceless, groaning into her mouth when his hip hits the corner of the kitchen counter, and then a different noise entirely skittering up the back of his throat when Ruth’s palm finds the hurt and rubs it out with quick heat up under the hem of his t-shirt.

Here’s the thing, most of the time, he prefers to keep his shirt on. It’s not that anyone has been rude or repulsed by the scars that splay over his skin. Something much worse. A pitying thing, a pitiful thing. The drop of their brow and a pulled frown and oh my gosh, what happened to you? Yeah, he’d prefer to keep his shirt on most of the time. But right now, he wants a little more. A little more sense, a little more touch, a little more of her palms on bare skin. So it’s more feel than thought when he tugs his shirt off over his head, shivering down with it when she noses down his neck to drop her lips to the top of his shoulder. Bruise-colored kisses, he doesn’t resist the urge to thumb away the smear of her dark lipstick in the corner of her mouth. She chases after his touch, a kiss to the pad of his thumb before her grin turns sharp with the nick of her teeth.

…

Pretty boy is pretty all over. Freckles all over, she maps them with her mouth, a slow sneak down his stomach to the waist band of his briefs. And he’s got a bedframe too, bonus. Yeah, pretty all over, flushed-pink tip when she slides his briefs down his thighs, just enough for the thick weight of him to smear pearling pleasure over the coarse hair trailing down his clenched stomach. She’s no better though, thighs clenching together in useless friction where she’s kneeling between his legs, cotton underwear that used to say Wednesday on the front and a bra that’s just as old. She really hadn’t been expecting something like this, though Steve doesn’t seem to mind, lips parted in a ghost of a swollen smile, eyes hazy with want.

“Can I?”

“You can do whatever you want, honey, fuck.” She has to temper her grin when she takes him into her mouth, pleasant pain and pressure in the hinge of her jaw because Steve certainly has something to brag about. Impossible to take all of him, she settles for laving her tongue over the vein running the underside of his cock, spit-slick palm curling around the rest. Pretty boy pretty all over making pretty sounds too. Huffs of breath that turn into groans when she swallows around him, muscle jumping under her palm that’s pressed over his stomach, her nails grazing in an implicit command. Take what you are given, pretty boy. And he does, perfectly, preening under her touch, little pants of fuck, s’good, really good that shiver straight down her spine and into her pelvis. She only realizes that her hand that isn’t working the base of him has dipped down into her panties when Steve lets out a ragged shit, that’s hot, lashes dropped down to his cheeks with the way he’s staring at her. And then it’s all quiet c’mere, c’mere, honey, insistent hand at her jaw coaxing her up, clashing teeth when they both misjudge the first kiss, and then a sigh when they get the second one right.

“You have condoms, right?”

“Yeah, I got it, just let me–” She doesn’t exactly make it easy, mouthing at his neck as he leans over to rifle through his nightstand, jostling her in his lap with a frustrated huff that she doesn’t like the sound of.

“Fuck.”

“Are you, like, out?” He settles back against his headboard with a sigh, an answer in and of itself.

“I bet my roommate has some though. Gimme a sec, I’ll be right back.” Quite the show, his bare ass shuffling out of his room. She lays back on the mattress, maybe wishful thinking in taking off the rest of her clothes, though Steve is quick to return with a grin and a foil packet pinched between two fingers.

“You sitting pretty like that for me, honey?” A little wolfish, animal and annoying in how smug he smiles as he climbs onto the end of the bed, catching her knee before she can close her legs, palm smoothing down the inside of her thigh.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, Steven.”

“Steven, huh?” He tilts his head, almost absent-minded, his eyes hooded and heavy, dropped to the crux of her hips. She can’t help her quiet gasp when he drags his thumb through her swollen cunt, pad of his finger notching at her entrance, teasing, testing, before smearing back up to her clit in a lazy arc.

“Fuck, that’s pretty. Are you ready for me?” Cocky, but also clear care. She leans up on an elbow, puling him down by his nape before her stupid heart can kick up too much at the sentiment. His hair tickles against her sternum, forehead pressed there so he can look down at his fumbling with the condom wrapper, clearly distracted, maybe by the way she’s trailing her foot up and down the back of his leg, dark nail polish against tan skin.

It’s a stretch, of course. Perfect ache in her hips, all she can manage is an uh-huh high in her throat when he asks her if she’s alright. And then deeper, taking more of him, all of him until it’s Steve letting out the pathetic sounds, something like a whimper that she laps up, tongue flickering behind his teeth.

The rest is a slow, spiraling, slump. It’s obscenely warm in his room, humid too, so pretty soon sweat starts to pearl and pool. In clavicles, in dips and bend of muscle, skin sticking to skin with salt and sighs, almost smothering with how Steve drapes over her. He moves good, smooth and strong like he knows what he’s doing, though it eventually devolves into a deep grind more than anything else, both of them chasing down pleasure. He smells like that clove gum he was chewing, the menthol too, and like he spent the day out sweltering in the midsummer heat. She can’t help but dip her nose down into the center of his sternum, breathing him in as her nails dig and slip against his shoulder blades. Though soon he’s coaxing her, lemme see, honey, there you are, pretty eyes.

Embarrassing really, that’s what snaps and snarls her into and over the edge. His eyes, blown out black, steady and certain on her. She comes so hard that she starts to shiver in the heat.

…

“Mmf.” It isn’t enough to rouse him, still slumped on his stomach with his face pressed into his pillow. But it does feel good, light scratches across his shoulder blades, then trailing up the nape of his neck and into his hair. He sighs, content in his tangle of sheets.

“I know you’re awake.” He can’t help it, smile spreading, one eye squinting open to find Ruth looking right at him, kneeling alongside the bed.

“Why’re you dressed?”

“I need to go home before my shift. I smell like a swamp.”

“Sorry, AC is busted.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.” He squints sitting up, washed down in the early morning light, already missing the feel of her hand tangled in his hair.

“Can I get your number?” For once, he’d like to do this again. Ruth smiles, settling into her hip as she looks down at him.

“You got a pen?” He does, tucked into a notebook that he keeps in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, not even worried about how uncool he looks fumbling for it and a scrap of paper to give to her. Purple nail polish, he notes, so dark the color is only a suggestion. He watches the flicker of it as she passes back the pen and paper to him.

“Thanks for a nice night, pretty boy.” Still sleep-shaken, but with it enough for her words to send a flush of heat up his neck.

“Yeah, Ruth, I had a good time too. So I’ll call you?” Already halfway out his bedroom door, she still smiles over her shoulder.

“Uh-huh, you do that.”

It’s early enough that he can linger in the scent of her in his sheets, pressing his face hard into the mattress before finally willing himself to get up. By the time he shuffles out into the living room with one and a half boots on, Eddie is back and crunching through a burnt piece of toast in front of the microwave.

“Hey, who was that spooky-looking chick that slinked– slunk? Whatever, left earlier this morning?”

“Her name is Ruth.” All that he offers up, pointedly focusing on pouring himself a cup of coffee. Eddie scoffs, crumbs scattering.

“Okay, and? Flavor of the week, or what?”

“Mmm.”

“No, you’re telling me Morticia is gonna turn an honest man out of you?” Steve’s turn to scoff this time, choosing to take a long pull of coffee rather than indulging Eddie with a real answer.

“You get her number?”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna call her?”

“Jesus, Ed, yes, lay off.”

“Oh, now I know you really like this one. You’re only bitchy about the ones you really like.”

“Fuck off. How’s Herb, or whatever his name is.”

“Don’t be so gauche, Steven, and for the record, his name is Leif.”

“Right.”

“Anyways, Harrington Doctrine, yeah?”

“Yeah, man, exactly.”

Now normally, according to the Harrington Doctrine, Steve should wait a full forty-eight hours, minimum, before even thinking about calling her. He does not follow the Harrington Doctrine. In fact, he barely makes it through the rest of the day without picking up a phone. When he gets home from his shift at the deli, however, he paces himself. Takes a shower first, checks the answering machine, willing away a little more time, anything to temper his apparent want. But when he does finally dial up the number on the scrap of paper he kept tucked in his notebook, he is sorely disappointed by the answer he gets on the other end.

“Brown Bag deli, how may I help you?” First, shock, reasoning to himself that he must have punched it in wrong. He tries again, careful in each button pressed.

“Brown Bag deli, how may I help–” He slams the phone back into its receiver this time, just as Eddie walks through the front door, home from his shift at the tattoo shop where he apprentices.

“Damn, tell that phone how you really feel.”

“She gave me a fake number.”

“What? Who?”

“Mort– Ruth. I can’t believe this, she seriously gave me a fake number.” With all the tact that he usually has, Eddie plucks the scrap of paper from Steve’s hand, a grumbled lemme see as he dials the number. At first, a lift off of hope in his chest when Eddie stays on the line, brow furrowed.

“Hi, yeah, do you guys still do that portobello melt thing? Can I get that without tomatoes? Yeah, to– hey.” Steve only half pays attention to Eddie’s protest when he takes the phone and clicks it back in the receiver, something heavy settling sick in his stomach.

“She really gave me a fake number. What the fuck?”

“Sorry, man, I guess no Addam’s Family Values for you.”

…

He doesn’t usually get like this. Lord knows, Steve has taken his fair share of rejection. So why this one is stinging harder, lingering longer, especially when he barely knew the girl, is beyond him.

Maybe the boldness of her rejection. A brazen, brash no. The humiliation of unassuming hope, small flames are so quick to be smothered. Or maybe the way he feels like a fool, plain and simple, for thinking there was something more happening when there so apparently wasn’t. Fun, he tells himself. She had been in it for fun. And she got her fun, and got out. And is that not one of his favorite moves in the book? Plenty of fun of his own, after all.

But what is maybe the worst part, he can’t stop thinking about it, about her. Nearly filled up the rest of his notebook with what he can remember, nearly a whole month’s worth of remembering now. Piecemeal, by this point, the line of her nose, the curve of her brow, half a smile. What he can always recall clearly, the patterned print of flowers that was on her skirt. He scribbles it everywhere, in the margins of old receipts, in sharpie on parchment paper, slow days at the deli getting passed somewhere hazy in his mind.

He has a headache by the time he gets back to his apartment most afternoons, opting for a few advil and closed blinds over any of the phone numbers that continue to get tucked into his hands.

“How much longer are you gonna do this?”

“Mmm.”

“Steve.”

“What?” He doesn’t have to look to know exactly how Eddie is standing right now. In the doorway to his bedroom with his arms crossed and his hip cocked to the side, his version of concern.

“It’s been a fucking month, man. Greener pastures, fish in the sea, et cetera et cetera. You haven’t even gone to any shows since the double-M, for Christ’s sake.”

“Double-M?”

“Morticia meltdown.” Steve sighs, more interested in another swatch of flowers that he’s filling a blank page in his notebook with. Mercy, before Eddie can continue to needle him, the phone rings. He only catches scraps of what is said, but his ears prick when he hears Eddie let out a quiet oh.

“Steven, my liege, my lad, it’s for you!” Great, probably Art calling to find out where the hell he’s been. Still, he gets up, only paying an ounce of attention to Eddie’s shit-eating grin when he takes the phone from him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Steve?” Still only half-way paying attention, snapping his fingers in Eddie’s direction when he starts rifling through a box of cereal that Steve bought, looking for the dinky plastic toy inside, no doubt.

“Uh, yeah, who is this?” He snaps his fingers again when Eddie keeps digging through the cereal box, mouthing the words stop it when his roommate still persists in his hunt. Steve’s going to have to buy new cereal.

“It’s— it’s Ruth? Um, from the Newport, remember?” It’s a strange feeling, first his stomach sinking, a tight fist in his throat too, and most embarrassingly of all, that flip in his chest, that kick of hope, even now, stupid.

“Oh, oh, yeah, I remember. How did– how’d you get this number?”

“I asked Art for it, figured he’d have your info. Listen, Steve, I need to apologize for what I did. That was just– fucking childish of me, and I hope you know that it had way more to do with my own fucked-upness than it did with anything about you.”

“Yeah, it’s okay, you know, but it was pretty fucked up.” Stupid, how that hope floats to the top of his throat, because maybe apology means trying again. Maybe he’d like to try again.

“There’s something else I have to tell you.”

“Okay?” She sighs, a crackled sound over the line that makes his brow pinch.

“Look, there’s no nice way to say this, so I’m just gonna spit it out.” At this point, Eddie has crept closer, hand still buried in the cereal box, eyes wide and rapt at what is probably a stricken expression on Steve’s face.

“I’m pregnant, Steve.” What does hope turn into? A dizzying feeling, dumb and dull and done. His ears ring with it.

“I– you’re– you– what?”

“I’m pregnant. And before you do that guy thing of asking if it’s yours, I’m pretty damn sure that it is.” Somewhere in the slow unraveling of this, he has pressed one palm to the wall, whole body slumping toward it, head dropped between his shoulder blades to try to make as much of everything else quiet so he can focus on this.

“Okay, um, okay. Do you wanna– you know– because it’s your body and if you wanna— you should–”

“I’ve decided I’m keeping it.” The way his heart seizes, stops for a beat, and then trips back over itself into rhythm scares him, palm finding his chest like he could rub that feeling out and away.

“Right, that’s– yeah. Do you, like, need help, or–”

“No, I don’t need your help. I just– it seemed like the right thing to do to tell you, so that’s what I’m doing. But, yeah, I don’t, like, expect anything from you.” Steve scrunches his eyes shut, hard, trying to tamp down the heat starting to rise behind them, a foreign feeling, a falling feeling.

“Yeah, okay, thank you for telling me, Ruth.” Because what else could he say? It’s like he hears the words coming out of his mouth from somewhere just over his shoulder. And there’s more that he’d like to say, the right things to say, but Ruth is already beating him to it.

“So, yeah, I guess that’s all. Take care of yourself, Steve.” Already hanging up, and that sounds permanent. That sounds like no intention of ever seeing him again. The phone hangs by its chord, swinging limp a few inches above the ground.

“Steve, what the fuck was that?” One long exhale for him, shitshitshitshit. Eddie sets down the cereal box and takes him by the shoulders, squared off and trying to catch his vacant, glazed stare.

“I– we– she–”

“Did you use protection?” He blinks, nods, relieved that Eddie has already gotten explanation enough from eavesdropping on the call.

“Yeah, fuck, yes. I took a condom from your stash, it was a brand new box.” Something strange passes over Eddie’s expression, blanching and jaw slackening.

“Steve, which box of condoms did you open?”

“What do you mean which box? The one in your closet, on the top shelf.” Eddie’s hands drop from his shoulders, brows shot straight up his forehead.

“Oh jesus christ.”

“Jesus christ? What– Ed, what the fuck does that mean?” Steve gets no reply, Eddie already scuttling into his room, followed by the distant sound of rummaging, and then a low curse.

“So here’s the thing, Stevie, these condoms–” Eddie comes back out of his room brandishing said box of condoms, the box that Steve had opened that night with Ruth. He has a smile that slants sheepish on his face, and Steve is already starting to feel sick.

“Yeah, these condoms are from eighty-nine.”

“As in– as in nineteen-eighty-nine?”

“That would be correct, yes.” Eddie has already taken a few tentative steps backward, putting the kitchen counter between him and Steve. But Steve is too struck dumb to even consider anything like vengeance on his roommate, dragging both his hands through his hair and tugging hard until it hurts.

“Who– why– what the fuck are you doing with five-year-old condoms?”

“Ha, well, you see, I figured after a decade or two maybe they’d be worth something, you know? Like a collector’s item.” Wordless, Steve shuffles over to Eddie and takes the box of condoms from his hands, something like a laugh that sounds so sharp Eddie winces at the sound.

“Ed, a signed poster is a collector’s item. This is a box of condoms– this is– this is junk.”

“Well it’s junk now, Steven, since someone opened it.”

“Oh no, uh-uh, you don’t get to be pissy about this, not when there’s literally a girl who’s pregnant because you’re such a fucking hoarder.”

“Uh, excuse me, I’m not the one who didn’t check the expiration date when they went fumbling around for a condom.”

“I didn’t think I needed to worry about five-year-old condoms, fuck!” The volume of his voice surprises even him, silence falling heavy and hard in the echo of it. Steve rests his hands on the counter, letting his shoulders shrug up to his ears, slumping down into his bones. Eddie rests a cautious hand on his arm.

“What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know, Ed. I really don’t know.”

#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fandom #steve harrington angst #steve harrington au

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leebooposting · 8 months

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ahahaha partickles

summary: just a small silly fic of ran getting gotted by the particles ..

characters: lee!ranboo, ler!chat/particles [ STRICTLY platonic/sfw, do NOT touch this post if ur a nsfw blog i will break your fine china ]

w/c: 806 i think i forgor

a/n: i hate this i shouldnt have finished it while super tired but take it anyway also HOW DO YOU TITLE FICS

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Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there were so many, but he made it clear he really didn’t mind having so many little buddies floating around his home.

He had just ended his stream, with about 7 particles hovering around him and watching him do so. He closed Twitch and looked up at the particles. “That was a fun stream, don’t you guys think?”

“It was,” one agreed. “Should’ve said gay rights like the dono said though.”

“When..?” He questioned, scrolling through his donations for confirmation. “..Ah.”

The particles around him burst into tiny giggles in response. “I didn’t see it!” Ran defended themselves. “I was in the middle of a horror game!”

“Excuses excuses.” Said the particle sitting on his shoulder. “We know where your true loyalties lie.”

“Guys- c’mon.” Ranboo sighed good naturedly, rolling their eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

A few gasps sounded from the particles. “Well, how dare you!” He heard one of them say. He chuckled as he stood up, turning off his pc and heading out of his office. The particles hovered behind him, a few others joining in as they spotted their streamer.

“You know I love you guys.” Ranboo said, an amused smile on their face. They got a series of varying responses. Many ’aww’s and ’i love you too’s were thrown back at them, leaving them with a happy grin on their face.

They took off their varsity jacket, hooking it on the side of his wardrobe before flopping down on his bed with his phone.

“I miss Ranboo.” He heard a particle say.

He gave a blank response. “Guys, I’m right here.”

“It’s as if I still hear their voice..”

Ranboo shook his head with a fond laugh. “You guys never fail to amuse me.”

A few of the particles following him around had nestled by his shoulders now. Some of them falling asleep, other’s watching what he was scrolling through on his phone. He jumped a little as he felt a particle land on his stomach, looking down at them as they smiled right back at him knowingly. “What was that?”

The realisation that he was utterly screwed began to set in. “Uh, nothing? You just startled me a little bit. I didn’t see you landing so the sudden contact just- yknow.”

The particle continued to smile at them. A couple other particles had begun to catch on - mainly just the ones awake - and lay there watching their streamer get bullied™ by someone much smaller than him.

It wasn’t long before said ’bully’ particle was rubbing their fuzzy body on his stomach, causing them to let out a small gasp. “Hey- hehey!” Ran yelped, almost dropping his phone. “Dohon’t- wahait!”

The other particles sprung into action - nuzzling against his neck and sides. Ranboo had to fight against rolling over out of fear of accidentally hurting any of the boobers.

“Don’t wait?” He heard one of them say. “Well, if you insist!”

“Thahat’s not whahat I- hEY-!”

Suddenly, the feeling got so much worse when the particles thought it would be a good idea to blow little raspberries over his sides and stomach, resulting in him kicking out his legs with a squeal. “NohoHO-! GUHUYS! WaHAH- WHY?”

The only response he got was ’funny.’

They now wished they hadn’t taken their jacket off. Kinda.

“Hohow is thIHIS FUNNY?” They spoke, but got no response. Only a look from one of the particles as if it was the most obvious question ever.

“Whahahat?”

“You’re literally giggling yourself silly.” The particle answered, punctuating their sentence with a raspberry right on their navel just to make them squeal again. “It’s gotta be somewhat funny.”

“B-BEHECAUSE- yoHOU guhuys are mahAKING ME LAHAUGH-” Ran yelped, covering his face with his hands. “What? No we’re not!” A particle by his ear spoke up, causing him to jump a little. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

“YOHOU’RE TICKLING MEHEHE?”

“Nuh uh.”

By now, the sleeping particles had been woken up by the noise, and a few others floated over to investigate the chaos. Ranboo heard a series of coos and compliments coming from the particles, causing his face to go a deeper shade of red.

Soon, though, the boobers understood their streamer had a limit, so they let up, as he let a few stray giggles spill from his lips.

“Are you okay?” A particle asked, to which Ranboo gave a thumbs up. “Yeheah, yeah.. I’m all tired out now..”

The particles seemed to agree with that. “Us too.” One mumbled, nestling in the space between his neck and shoulder. Eventually, they were completely surrounded with particles nestled around their bed, falling asleep cuddled up against them.

Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there so many, but he wouldn’t give them up for the world.

#lee!ranboo #ler!particles #ler!chat #i dont evn know if i should evenn??? TAG AS THAT???? IDK. AAA #my fics #tickle fic #tickling #screams #ILL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER EVENTUALLY I PROMISE I JUST i love.leebo o

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cookeybg · 2 months

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Unexpected Cohabitation a JonDami fic

I like how this chapter turned out. Also finally in Part two of the series. Yay!

I'm thinking of adding the word count, what do you all think? This chapter has 1,171 words.

FYI there are two mean words in this chapter.

Title: Unexpected Cohabitation

Main Characters: Jonathan Kent and Damian Wayne (some of the others show up too, the list is too long)

Eventual relationship: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne (my fave)

Stuff to know: No capes, reverse robins, high school AU, no smut, no Brucie Wayne, I know nothing about sports but it will show up, (aaand I think that's it, will add more if it comes up)

[Here's my table of contents]

Part 2 - Chapter 6

Jon stood by the bleachers taking deep breaths, sweat stinging his eyes, and took a big swig from his water bottle. The sun was still sweltering in late August, but that did not deter any of the boys who had been participating in tryouts. There were ten open spots, left behind by the seniors who had graduated, and Jon was determined to be a part of the main reserve team. If he made it, he would be able to ride the same bus as the varsity players. He had been able to keep up with the more seasoned players and he really hoped that was enough to impress Coach.

He had finished his mile run before the rest of the participants and now he watched some of the stragglers finish. He took another swig from his water bottle and his gaze landed on Damian Wayne. They had not spoken at all since that awkward dinner, as a matter of fact he hadn’t even acknowledged him. Damian was currently sitting on the grass doing some stretches, his green shorts riding up and showing tanned, toned and glistening thighs. Jon could feel his cheeks warm up and immediately looked away. He really hoped if anyone noticed it could be mistaken for the running he had just completed.

He hated to admit that Damian was impressive. He basically excelled in all positions Jon had watched him practice but he had mainly stayed glued to Colin who was the team’s main pitcher. He and Damian could be seen throwing and catching the ball any free moment they got. Jon guessed that it made sense since Damian was the team’s catcher and it was important for the two to be in sync.

“Alright!” Coach’s loud clap echoed throughout the field. “Everyone gather around! It’s time to announce those on the reserve team!” All the students gathered in front of Coach with a mix of apprehension and excitement. “Remember even if you don’t make the main reserve team you can still come to practice and who knows you may eventually become part of the varsity team after the current Seniors graduate so, don’t give up!” He looked down at his clipboard and started rattling off some names.

Jon felt his insides twist. What if he wasn’t chosen? He had sounded pretty confident when he told his dad that he was a shoo in. Would he still stay on or would he instead focus on the journalism club? It would be fun to be able to hangout with Jay some more. What if-

“Jon Kent!” Coach announced and Jon let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. “That’s it for today! Go shower and head home, see you all on Monday!” He dismissed the teenagers and started packing up his things with the help of the two baseball managers the team had.

Jon was on cloud nine as he walked towards the locker room. He tried not to let the image of some of the participants who had started to cry get to him. He had worked very hard to recover from his broken leg and believed he earned it. The noise in the locker room was chaos some of the kids decided that they would just shower at home and took off with their backpacks and school uniform in hand while still wearing their gym clothes. Jon on the other hand grabbed a bar of soap and a towel from his locker and started walking towards the showers.

The week had been topsy-turvy at home, what with his parents being home and doing most of the packing, Jon and Conner had been responsible for their room. Conner was no help with the chore since he was comfortable with just dumping everything willy-nilly in whatever box or bag was near him. Jon had found a pizza crust in the bag where their blankets were folded in, well at least Jon’s blankets had been folded, the argument that proceeded that had not been pretty. So, Jon had been taking advantage of having a somewhat relaxing shower after tryouts instead on traversing the stressful, disorganized mess that was soon to be his old home.

Once finished he walked towards his locker, trying to dry his hair with one hand while the other held on to the slippery bar of soap. The locker rooms were basically silent. Almost everyone had left, those few had gathered in groups and talked about where they were going to hangout as they gathered their stuff and walked out the locker room. Distracted, he slipped and squeezed the bar of soap too tight. Jon watched the white bar fly up into an arc and over a row of lockers, his amazement turned to horror as he heard a smack and a yell of surprise. He rushed around the row of lockers spotting the bar on the floor. He ran towards it; the sound of his flip-flops smacked the floor loudly. Holding onto the towel around his waist he picked up the soap and looked at the huddled figure in front of him.

“I’m so sorry!” Jon reached towards the other teenager, but a hand shot out grabbing his wrist and yanking him so that his bare back hit the lockers, his arm pinned over his head while the other clutched the bar of soap to his chest.

“What the fuck!” Damian seethed, damp hair falling over his forehead.

Jon’s eyes widened in surprise. Damian boxed him against the lockers forcing Jon to bend his knees slightly so that Damian was slightly towering over him. Jon could see his nostrils flare but he could also see that Damian was only wearing his white school shirt and a pair of black boxers. His shirt was unbuttoned and Jon had to try very hard not to look at his bare chest, he also let go of the bar of soap opting to hold on to the towel around his waist. The bar made a clattering noise as it hit the ground.

“Why do you keep hitting me over the head with shit?” Damian hissed glaring down at him.

“I-I…” Jon couldn’t form a coherent thought, Damian was inches away from Jon’s nose. Way too close, closer than anyone had ever been, to his naked body. He could feel Damian’s breath, smell the mint of toothpaste and he could not look away from those very angry green orbs.

“Dames?” A voice called from somewhere towards the locker room entrance. Damian looked up tsked and pushed away from Jon hurriedly buttoning his shirt and pulling on the school uniform slacks.

“Coming!” He called, his eyes narrowed at Jon who stood staring at him with large blue eyes and clutching his wrist. Damian grabbed his bag, ruffled through it and threw the item he found on the bench behind him. “Put that on your wrist.” He commanded and left, slamming his locker door shut.

Jon picked up the item and examined it. It was an icy hot patch.

#damian wayne #damian al ghul #jon kent #jon samuel kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #damian and jon #jondami #damijon #high school au #no capes au #fanfic #fanfiction #first time writing #supersons

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ccoffii · 2 months

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Eleceed Redeisgns

Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!

I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.

First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.

- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger

- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads

- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)

- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food

- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something

- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden

- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him

- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden

- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer

- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes

- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him

- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more

barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go

- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day

- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY

- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform

- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more

- Ofc that will change later with his friends

- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin

- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.

Again who the fuck is this

- gave him his melanin back, like all of it

- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin

- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era

- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene

- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress

- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew

MY GIRLIE!!

- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.

- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial

- a converse girlie for sure

- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender

- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys

- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause

Some other stuff:

- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are

- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them

- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually

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hihello-pinky · 1 year

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Masterlist

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Mini Series

Miss, Fuck Fall - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part one

part two

part three

special chapter

Sight - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part ???

After 8PM - Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

8:34 PM

8:50 PM

middle of the night

🌸

Drabbles, Oneshots, Scenarios

(Ir)replaceable - Atsumu Miya x GN! Reader

Take Care - Oikawa Tooru x GN! Reader

You Remind Me of My Girlfriend - Kuroo Tetsuro x F! Reader

One Day - Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo

Honestly - Atsumu Miya x Kiyoomi Sakusa

Liar - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

Carpet - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

Varsity Crush - Atsumu Miya x F! Reader

🌸

Random AU Ideas

iwaizumi hajime

🌸

random txt fics to quench my self-indulgence

11 First Kisses - Choi Yeonjun x F! Reader

#haikyuu masterlst #haikyu masterlist #haikyuu fics #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq fic

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allandoflimbo · 2 years

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I C E P R I N C E S S

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

w.c: 2,936

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

- Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet. Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

As each chapter is out, I’ll specify the warnings. Bucky is bullied (BUT NOT BY y/n) for a lot of this story,, so if that’s a very sensitive subject matter to you and if bully!trope isn’t your thing, please DNI.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Please keep in mind that the better part of this story is teenagers in high school, they are all 18, but they are in high school so they will do a lot of stupid things and say a lot of stupid things. Teenagers are also mean and cruel. This story is a mix of fluffly romance with She’s All That.

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C H A P T E R O N E

the song y/n figure skates to in this chapter is: Lost Without You by Freya Ridings

“R E M I N D E R for all Stark High students, don’t forget this Friday is the deadline to audition for this year’s winter play, Christmas Carol. Sophomores, ice hockey varsity announcements are tomorrow morning. Meet will be at three thirty at the atrium. Seniors, the Winter Ball has been postponed to February seventh due to this year’s early snowfall cancellation—”

You slammed your locker shut, its echo lingering with your senior classmate’s feminine and sharp voice as she read the announcements.

“Speaking of, I can’t believe Steve hasn’t asked you to the dance yet.” Your friend, Carol, says from your right.

“He’s been acting like a total dick since he came back from his Europe trip with his parents.” Your other friend, Sharon, adds with an equally accusing tone.

You try to drown out their voices and comments as much as you could as you looked down at your homework that had fallen out of your math textbook from your lack of attention and your hurry to get home. Tonight was your first skate competition of the year and your nerves were already on edge. The last thing you needed was a reminder that your lousy ex, who you’d caught making out in the back seat of his car with some pretty girl named Peggy who obviously wasn’t you (and then later ran after you asking you for forgiveness), still hadn’t asked you to a school dance.

You let out a sigh as you bend down to grab the paper.

“Did you see what she was wearing?” Carol goes on. You know she’s talking about Peggy. Hers and Sharon’s voice fade out as you run a hand through you hair, exasperated.

“Hey, Bunny.” You recognize your friend Sam’s voice right away from behind you and you turn around to face him with a smile.

Your two friends greet him and he leans his right shoulder on the locker next to yours, smiling at you.

“You want me to punch his teeth in for you?” He gives you a bright smile that lights up his face.

You smile softly back, “No need, Sam.” “Come on, you’re gorgeous and the most popular girl in this school. Something’s clearly going on in that head of his.”

“I said don’t worry about it. He hurt me, yes, but we’d promise we would talk it out anyway this weekend. Please don’t touch him.”

“Wait. You and Rogers are back again?” Sam’s friend Matt says with a smirk, “My man.”

You glare at Matt.

“No. We aren’t back. We’re just going to talk.”

“Come on, Y/N, it’s you and Steve.” Sharon insists with a whine.

You roll your eyes.

“Guys, seriously. Stop.”

Matt clears his throat suddenly and your gaze goes back to him.

“Well, let me know if it doesn’t work out with whatever chit chat you two are having.” Matt says with a suggestive wink.

“Leave her alone, asswipe.” Carol says.

You know it’s all fun and games between you and your friends so you don’t pay it too much mind.

“You know what, Carol?” Matt says in a condescending tone that makes your friend glare back at him harshly.

None of you hear what he has to say next because another commotion comes from across the other side of the hallway. You turn around to follow the noise.

On the floor and on his knees is a guy picking up his books and some papers that he had dropped. You could barely make out his face since he was looking down, trying to reach for everything that he could. He wore an oversized shirt with a beige huddy and a regular pair of jeans. Some walk past him and laugh, others accidentally step on some of the papers, leaving dirty shoe marks on it.

A heavy snort comes from behind you. Matt.

“What a fucking loser.” He says and you hear Sharon chuckle.

Another boy walks past the guy on the floor, accidentally hitting with the point of his sneaker one of the notebooks on the floor that had also fallen out of the guy’s grip, making it hit the wall.

Your heart aches in your chest as you watch this guy run the bottom of his nose over his sleeve and then reach over for the notebook.

“He’s the new kid from Europe or something. He was in my AP history class this morning. A total nerd, with surprisingly no accent. I think it’s all a lie. Judging by his ugly ass outfit, probably a run away.” Carol says.

“And that uncombed hair.” Sharon adds, “I almost feel bad for him.”

“I wonder how his parents, if he even has any, affords to live in this town to go here?” Matt asks, “Maybe something happened to them. Maybe it’s why he’s on the run.” Your eyes drop at Matt’s words and you hold your homework closer to your chest.

You want to turn around and tell him to shut up and leave the guy alone. You really do. It’s on the tip of your tongue when the guy finally has all his belongings and stands up.

That’s when you see his face for the first time.

He was cute. Really cute. He had a little of a nerdy aura to him, and his hair did look a little out of place. It was short but a bit messy and untamed. If it wasn’t for the sudden red tint on his cheeks and the hurt and embarassment in his eyes as he hugged his books and notebook to his chest, you would’ve been heavily distracted by how blue his eyes were.

You felt your cheeks blush as he suddenly made eye contact with you and then suddenly looked away from your line of sight. He bit his lip and kept his eyes down as he passed by you and your friends.

Matt let out an obviously purposeful snicker as the guy walked by, making sure that whoever blue eyes was that he knew that laugh was directed at him.

Your chest felt heavy again and you turned around to face Matt. He met your eyes and when he saw the look on your face his smile dropped.

“What?” He asks.

“I’ll see you guys later.” You mumble under your breath, walking away in the opposite direction towards the hallway that led to exit of the school.

“We’ll call you later!” Sharon shouts over to you, “We’ll probably all go to Jack’s tonight!”

“I won’t make it tonight.” You shout back, already feeling the tingles in your feet.

Grip on his books tight, and eyes burning, Bucky turns the corner into the boy bathrooms. His hands are shaking when he walks into one of the stalls, closing the door shut behind him. He hastily sits down in the seat and looks down at the belongings in his laps, shaking.

He never faced this before. At his old school he was well liked, he never had an issue like the one he has here. Back home in New York City when he was little, he had his group of friends and his mom was still healthy. When he was a little boy, things were easier. Things were good there. Here, people treated him differently. He was treated how he never wanted to be and what he only ever heard about.

It wasn’t until now that he learned how much it actually hurts.

He takes deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down and as he tries his best not to let the emotions get the best of him.

Kids were mean.

He’s never felt so small as he has the last few months.

He looks down at his hand and they have stopped shaking a bit.

His math textbook had a green book cover his mom had gotten him freshman year as a gift. The social studies one had a paper bag cover that his papa had helped him tape on. And the notebook had been a gift from his father. His parents who didn’t know what he went through at school, thought he had it good here, so they always tried their best to send him with good things, too. He was their happy boy. They didn’t know his harsh reality.

Bucky felt the heavy knot in his throat as he swallowed.

What had done it for him this time was Matt Murdock’s disgusting laughter as he walked past them.

He’s been in the same school with them for years, and this was the first time they ever directly looked at him.

They most likely never realized his existence until now, even though they were the most popular people in the school and claimed to know everyone.

But he had overheard one of the three princesses talk about him like he had just moved there and that he looked cheap and like a loser.

He couldn’t help but look up for one second after that just to see what them realizing he’s an actual person looked like, and that’s when he met one of the princesses’ eyes. He saw the one thing he hadn’t seen in a while; pity.

He didn’t like it. Especially from a Stark High Princess.

With a deep breath he finally wiped his nose and walked back out of the bathroom.

He had a long night.

You’re shaking as you throw your jacket over your light blue leotard. Even though you’ve been doing this since you were six and you’ve been practicing for this specific routine for weeks on end, you were terrified. You always had issues with anxiety.

You quickly opened and closed your hands, making your way out of the locker room and following the loud arena music.

Your trainer and your parents were both waiting for you as you came around to your assigned side. You let out a long breath of air after hugging them and you tied on your skates.

For about forty-five minutes, you watched the other performers, and your nerves only piled on top of each other. Your trainer looked at your left leg as it bounced up and down uncontrollably.

You win this competition and you would finally be on your way to the finals.

Suddenly, and way too soon, you were asked if you were ready.

“Do you have your cell phone?”

“Yes, mom.”

“Where are you going again?”

Bucky sighed as he put on his black beanie and zipped up his black Northface jacket. Still standing in the foyer, he took a deep breath before stepping back into the living area.

His mother sat on her usual spot on the side chair watching 8 Simple Rules, one of her favorite shows. Her hair was tied into a little pony tail and her nasal cannula was snug on her face. Ten years fighting a very rare diagnosis of middle aged cystic fibrosis, and it still pained him the same way.

He sighed as his heart pained for her. He put his troubles aside to focus on his precious mother. He slowly walked up to her until he was next to her and bent down. He took her hand in his and held it gently.

“I got a new part time job at the rink, remember? Just for the next few months.”

“And you’ll be back home not too late?”

Bucky gave him mom a soft smile.

“Not too late. I promise.”

She gave him a smile and a reassuring hand squeeze.

Bucky was almost out the door when his mom yelled once more.

“Don’t forget to get the milk on your way back!”

You won forty points. It was enough.

You were going to the finals.

You couldn’t believe it as your colleagues, trainer, and parents hugged you. You could still feel the feeling of the ice beneath your blades and the cool air on your cheeks and the loud music in yours ears.

It had gone perfectly.

Your mom kissed you on the cheek as she handed you a bouquet of white roses, your favorite.

“Thanks, mom.” you reached for your dad next who left you a kiss on the top of your head, “thanks, daddy.”

“You’re going to pass the finals and then go to the olympics next year. I just know you’ll make it there.”

“Dad, humble me at least a little bit, please.”

You felt the rumble of the chuckle in his chest against you.

“Never.” He says.

You meet your trainer’s eyes over your had’s arm.

Her name was Saly. She gave you a small smile.

“They are just about to go clean the ice if you want to hurry.”

You smiled.

It was tradition and you also believed it was good luck. After every skate competition, you’d pulled a rose from your bouquet, and you would leave it on the entrance gate near the ice. You believed that by doing so and then coming to get it the next day, that even though things felt different and unlike reality, and maybe even slightly like a fever dream after a win, when you came back the next day after a night of sleep and touching grass, you were reminded that all was the same, and you’d take the flower back and add it to your scrap book. It was silly, and saying it out loud probably didn’t make sense, but it made sense to you.

Only you, Saly, and your parents knew about this little thing of yours.

You hugged your jacket tighter to yourself, feeling the cold of the arena around you. Somehow, with just the leotard on, it felt warmer than it did now. Maybe it was the lack of nerves. You were content now. You felt at home.

Your eyes skimmed the beautiful ice that was waiting to be polished and you took in all the empty seats. The janitors had already cleaned it; you purposely waited for them to leave so they wouldn’t accidentally throw away your rose.

You took in a deep breath, feeling a change in the air. For the first time in a long time, you felt good about how things would go.

You pulled out your flower and smiled to yourself. One more for your book. The book that kept you grounded and ironically set in with reality - the reality that you aren’t always the winner. One day there would be no rose. You were sure of it. Your dad didn’t need to humble you because you were already your own worst enemy.

With a shaky breath, you place your flower near the small little swing door, and walked away.

You’d come back for it in the morning.

“Don’t forget the key to lock up, Barnes. I left it on the table in the office. You remember the security lock code?”

Dan, the owner of the rink, was leaving for the night.

“Yes’sir.”

“Good. Now remember, this isn’t like your rinks back at home in the big apple, you take your time, you treat it kindly. This isn’t Madison Sqaure-whatever.”

A small smile formed on Bucky’s lips.

“I know, Mr. Cross. Don’t worry, I’ll treat her nice. This isn’t my first winter doing this, remember?”

“I know.” Dan put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze, “You’re a good kid.” Bucky looked down, “I’m serious. Just grow a little more confidence there, because you literally have everything you need to have some, and more.”

Bucky raised a brow.

“Thank, Mr. Cross.”

“Night, kid.”

With his spiked bottom ice shoes, Bucky picked up the ice resurfacer in the utility room and wished himself some good luck.

It was a large rink. Probably not as big as the ones back from when he was little, but it was a decent size for sure. He does as told by Mr. Cross who treats him kindly and pays him decently (it helped your dad with your mom’s doctor bills), and it takes him about forty minutes to finally reach the last quarter edge of it.

He’s fixing his grip on the metal rod, wrist and fingers already cramping up when something catches his eye. He squints his eye as he finally approaches it.

huh. A rose.

He picks up the beautifully intact flower and looks around the arena wondering who would’ve left it there. But it doesn’t take him longer than a second to remember he’s the only one still there. He looks at it again.

It’s beautiful.

He’s never been much of a flower guy but something tugged at him looking at this one, especially after such a shit day. It was like a light at the end of the tunnel.

He takes the flower and tucks it inside of his jacket and then finishes the rest of the floor.

When Bucky gets home that night, he makes sure not to make too much noise, knowing his parents are already asleep. He puts the milk in the fridge and quietly makes his way up to his room.

He takes off his beanie and puts it on the desk. He unzips his jacket and pulls out the flower. He’s not careful when he does it and one of the thorns ends up cutting his thumb.

“Shit.” He curses, looking at the flower part again.

How could something so beautiful do so much hurt?

He places it next to his closed laptop and then drapes his jacket over the chair.

He doesn’t waste time hopping into the shower, brushing his teeth, and then slipping into his PJs.

He turns off his lamp and then heads to bed; mentally tired, but hopeful thanks to a lousy little white rose.

C H A P T E R T W O

Masterlist also coming soon. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky #Bucky x Reader #Bucky Reader fanfic #Marvel Fanfiction #Marvel #MCU fanfic #bucky x you #bucky smut #sebastian stan #bucky x y/n #fanfic #fanfiction #Ice Princess

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babygirlharrington · 2 years

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Steddie Fic Rec #3

One Last Class - DragonsFlight

Summary: Dustin enlists Steve to help tutor Eddie so he can graduate.

Explicit, WIP. No triggers, as far as I know. Dustin has a scheme and Steve is, as in canon, a shitty tutor.

standing up the dead - heartofwinterfell @nancywheeeler

Summary: Max and Eddie in the astral plane.

Teen, WIP. Eddie and Max trauma-bond while they try to get back to REAL Hawkins. Max misses (real) Lucas and Eddie doesn’t realise he misses (real) Steve so much? right where i belong - Macellarius

Summary: “You’re a fucking virgin?” Steve blurts out excitedly. Or, a weekend of firsts with Steve and Eddie, who are navigating life and love in the aftermath. (Or, the Varsity Sweater fic.)

Explicit, Complete. This is part of the author’s series, slowly learning that life is okay, which part I is also very worth reading. You Just Keep Me Hanging On - DiscoSuperFly

Summary: Hobbies have taken over Fireman Steve's life, he's taking a slow path to find his joy, selling his honey and beeswax products at a local Farmers Market he runs into someone from his past and they're pulled into each other's orbit.

Explicit, Complete. Just two farmer’s market boys living out their little farmer’s market dreams. Very fucking cute. If you want to walk out of hell - RedCytosine @redcytosine

Summary: Eddie makes a miraculous escape from the Upside Down, only to find that while he may have returned to the Shire, Mordor is not finished with him yet. Or, Eddie, found family, a slow romance, and how to save the world.

Mature, WIP. This fic has lots of chapters (and hopefully will have lots more!) and is a very interesting twist on the Kas theory. luckiest man in the world - ghosttotheparty @ghosttotheparty

“Jesus. Imagine that. I’m twenty-one, wanted for murder, thought to be dead, never graduated high school. And I still get to be the luckiest man in the world.”

Mature, Complete. TW for PTSD. Healthy communication between two horny and traumatized lads. Skindeep- HolographicBunny

Summary: Steve just wanted to help Robin sit through her first tattoo. He didn't plan for a certain metal head to come stumbling into his life. Not that he is complaining. Okay, maybe he is complaining a little bit because that’s what he does.

Explicit, WIP. Steve is supposed to be Robin’s hand to hold while she gets her first tattoo. Steve ends up being the one needing his hand held by the end of the appointment. cuddles and cat naps - murdertrashbabyrat @murdertrashbabyrat

Summary: Steve is so relieved that he's getting a few hours of nightmare-free rest for once, that he doesn't notice he's neck deep in a sexuality crisis and that it's all Eddie Munson's fault. Thank god Steve has people like Robin to pull his head out of his ass.

Explicit, WIP. Eddie and his adopted kitten tag-team to make sure Steve gets some goddamn sleep. Lifes For The Living - Cherrycolatree @raspberrycolapop

Summary: Eddie Munson survives but ends up in a coma. Steve Harrington visits him everyday and slowly falls in love with someone who’s barely part of the living world anymore.

Explicit, Complete. Steve realizes he’d been in love with Eddie before, during, and now after his coma. Mallrat - ozwrites @babygirlharrington

Summary: Eddie takes Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to the nerd store. On the way back to the lot, they pass The Gap, Zales, Jazzercise, and-

“Jesus Christ, dude is that Steve?!”

Explicit, Complete. Steve in his lil’ Scoops outfit. Yes, another act of shameless self-advocacy for this one before I drop a new fic.

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Harry, Louis, or both are actors. We hope you enjoy these. Happy reading!

1) Storms Don't Last Forever | Mature | 5326 words

After being away for an entire week to promote his new movie, Harry arrives home thinking he'll be attacked in endless amounts of affection. Instead, he finds a dark apartment that looks the same way he left it.

2) Thank You, Five. | Explicit | 5669 words

“Harry?” He says as soon as he recognises the other man.

“Louis? Wh-what are you doing here?” Harry asks with a frown.

“Well, I’m here for rehearsal,” Louis announces with a proud smile.

There’s a flash of confusion on Harry’s face. “What do you mean rehearsal? I got the part, you didn’t.”

3) Take Me To Your Heart | Explicit | 6112 words

Note: This fic has mentions of top Louis/bottom Harry.

London Night Bus AU where all Harry wants to do is sleep, but he has a drunk man singing at him.

4) Paper Houses | Explicit | 11635 words

When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

5) (Won't You) Stay to the A.M. | Mature | 15538 words

Harry tucked a few loose strands back up into the bun on top of his head and headed to the front of the building. He really would rather no one saw him behind the gym where he worked if possible so they wouldn't have a chance to catch on that the address he gave for work was actually his friend Ed’s and the number belonged to his buddy Niall.

Harry didn’t like the term homeless, because he was making at least some money now and he was actively looking for a better gig so he could actually afford at least a bed in this massive city, but that’s basically what he was. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, he knew that, sometimes shit just happened and this was how it turned out, but he also didn’t want to broadcast his situation if he didn’t have to either.

Especially if Louis Tomlinson, Britain's most talented young actor, was going to be frequenting Harry's place of employment on a regular basis.

6) Your Good Side | Explicit | 15870 words

Note: This fic is part of a series, but each fic stands alone.

AU where Harry can't seem to win over his Dunkirk co-star. Inspired by Joey and Kate from Friends.

7) Power Couple | Mature | 17631 words

Harry Styles thought he had his life all figured out. He was a varsity football player in year nine, he had all the girls, and some guys, throwing themselves at him, and he had a good life. It isn't until a certain boy makes him forget about all he's had.

Louis Tomlinson. Young, smart, beautiful, and the one person Harry could never charm. Until he finally agreed to go on a date with him.

Now, Harry's 21 and professional and still in love with Louis, whose also world famous, but not for football. He's a model/actor.

When a certain interview gets the attention of Louis' flatmate, and best friend, Zayn, can that change the mind of Louis? And what if a yes results in a baby?

8) I Don't Want You To Leave, Will You Hold My Hand? | Mature | 19311 words

After breaking up with his boyfriend and going on one too many pap walks, Louis starts to consider moving home to London for a fresh start. Pinkberry employee and all-around good listener Harry makes him maybe not want to.

9) Singing To Tiny Dancer | Explicit | 22734 words

Note: This fic is the first part in a series. It looks like the other fics in the series that have smut are BL.

When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

10) CAROLINA (Given a Chance) | Explicit | 24521 words

Louis will swear on his life he doesn’t know a Harry Styles, but that won’t explain why the lead single off Harry’s album, “Carolina”, is most definitely about him.

11) Drain To The Stars | Explicit | 28002 words

Louis lived a very quiet life at his inherited book shop in Notting Hill, until Oscar-winner Harry Styles walked through the door.

12) Play Me Like One of Your French Girls | Explicit | 26966 words

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OUT OF TOUCH PART 1 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 2 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 3 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 4 ♡

OUT OF TOUCH PART 5 ♡

summary : it's been 6 months you're with Eddie and his friends, you're happy and grateful for everything until your fear gets into you, 2 weeks you've been avoiding him, ignoring him, getting guilty of your own actions because he has done nothing to you but love and care, you're afraid of own feelings can you let go of your own demons and finally let him into your heart?

PLEASE! DON'T CONTINUE TO READ IF ANY OF THESE WARNINGS TRIGGERING ARE YOU!

warnings : EDDIE MUNSON x FEM! reader, no use of y/n but reader is Amanda Jones, language, reader is having a panic attack, reader has a bullying trauma, self-pity, insecurity, self-doubt, losing a loved one, Eddie is (21), reader is (19) that's all :))

what to expect : angst, fluff Eddie's sudden confession to reader, happy ending of course!

note to reader : HERE IS THE FINAL PART! AHHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO DO MORE FICS IN THE FUTURE! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY VERY FIRST SERIES! 🥺💜✨

author note : I'm still trying my best to write better hahaha I'm new to this I'm just writing for fun and I hope you liked my ideas! 🫶🏻

THE STORY IS SET IN 1987!

and yes I remove the part where Eddie DIDN'T DIE! 😤

while walking passed by the basketball court- you saw Lucas lowingly his head down even though you can't see his face he looks like he's having a bad time

Your face softens and you walk towards to him

"It's everything, okay?"

He raise his head up and blink his tears away and shakes his head "y-yeah, everything is fine."

"No- it's not" you snort

He blushes creeps up into his cheeks in embarrassment of lying poorly as he chuckles slightly "Yeah" he scratches the back of his neck

You sat down beside him

You and Lucas enjoyed each other's slience for a moment

Until you decide to break it "So, what's up?"

He looks over to varsity players and it seems like they're having fun with the other basketball players without him

You follow his gaze and you huffed and at that point you already know what's going on

Lucas turns his head at you and decides to speak up about it "I really thought I had the place to be in their world after I won the championship game."

All of you are in that day, all of you are present and Lucas smiles so widely when he sees you're also there as well! He is so happy all of his friends are there

after the game- you congratulated him and celebrate for a moment until he decides to spend it with his new found friends

Until it went all wrong from what he expected

"I get that, I've been there before, you know" both of his eyebrows raise together as he totally forgotten you're in that exact position like he was before and he feels sorry for bringing up something that is very unpleasant

"Oh- god, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- you cut him off

"No, it's okay, it's their loss actually" you scoffed "depends on the person too, it just so happens that you end up with a douche like them" you gesture to the school jocks

Lucas glances back at them and he frowns

"They only acknowledge your existence when you done something that gains them and after that they ignored you like nothing ever happened."

Lucas shifts his seat and he swallows because all of what you just said is right- that's exactly what happened to him after the championship game- he is just a shadow like he doesn't matter

"That's why I stopped pushing myself to be in their world when there's other more people who can truly support you and love you for what you just did- I was like fuck this I'm out- I'm going to find better people than them." You throw your hands up and laugh

Lucas laughs too and he smiles fondly as his mind wonders one thing.... his friends- Eddie, Dustin, Mike, Will, Jeff and Gareth, Max and even you...

"You're right, Amanda" he nods at you "at first I wanted to be like them, I've had enough like the rest of my life I was bullied and I wanted to change that but after I spend months with them- I realized I was wrong-" he forehead scrunches as he remembers how they treated Eddie and his friends and they're we're so mean to them and so harshly bad at them like what's the point of being popular if you're just being a dick to everyone? and also spreading lies about their Hellfire Club.... It sickens him

"Don't ever blame yourself for it, Lucas," you place your hand over his shoulder "just put it like this way...the reason why this happened to you... maybe it wants you to teach something... there's a lot of bad people in this world whatever you do, no matter what you try to avoid them, you will always encounter someone like them... if there's so much people like them be a good one!" you show him a smile and that made him smile as well

"You're such a good friend, Amanda, I'm so grateful to have you in my life." He says it with so much honestly in his eyes

Your eyes become glossy his words goes straight to your heart- you smile and you throw your arm to his side and you give him a squeeze

He rests his head on top of yours "I wish I were, Lucas."

"But you are?" He says looking back at you with his eyebrows knitted together

You hum in agreement and you shake your head "Thank you"

He tilts his head at you "What's going on with you and Eddie?" He gives an pointed look

You remove your hand from him and you rest them on your lap

You sigh "I'm working on it, don't worry." You look over him with a grateful smile

He looks over your eyes and searches for dishonesty but he sees nothing but fear and compassion at the same time- he believes you

He smiles and he says "Both of you are my favorite couple, I'm going to vote for the both of you at the prom." He closes his eyes shut and his eyes widen to what he just said and there's nothing else he can do to bring it back

"Oh? there's a prom going on?"

He sighs of relief a little bit as he hears that you didn't not suspect something suspiciously

"Uh- yeah" he stammers "Junior and Senior high prom together."

You nod at him

Eddie walk passes by at the basketball court and he saw you and Lucas together and his heart warms seeing you laughing- it's been a while since he saw you like that his heart easily sends so much thump in his chest watching you closely- god- he wishes that you look like that all the time

He doesn't even realizes that Mike is in front of him

"Eddie?"

He jumps back into reality- his head goes turn back to and to Mike "Oh- h-hey, Mike." he stutters

"Amanda, came into our house last night and she talks to my sister, Nancy, and she told me she's alright but I really don't buy it as she looks so bad yesterday." He paused

Eddie's eyes widen and his face turns into worrisome

"I-I didn't mean to pry, I'm just worried that's all" Mike throws his hand up in defense

Eddie smiles at the boy and he is truly thankful that he has friends like him

"Is there something wrong between the two of you?" He asks

He sighs and he clears his throat "we're not doing any good at the moment but we'll be okay." He reassures him

He smiles with a hopeful look on his eyes "Do you think she already knows?"

"Knows about what?"

"The prom?" he brings up the same flyer that has given to him few weeks ago and Eddie already knows he is giving it to El

"Oh- yeah- right" he breathes deeply "no- I don't think she knows it yet."

He smiles sadly at him "But I believe the both of you will be together at the end."

Eddie's face softens as he says "Thanks, Mike."

"You guys are the endgame." Mike added with a smile on his face

Friday, another night at Steve's house, Movie night

You don't wanna attend the movie night because you know that Eddie will be there but you also don't wanna disappoint Steve so you fix yourself up a little bit still so fucked up as you try to get yourself together

Eddie picks the movie that they're going to watch and it's the Lost Boys

You arrived very early at Steve's house and of course your bestfriend always notices something in you that isn't right

Steve gives you that look that says "Stop punishing yourself for this"

You hissed at him and you walk inside to his house and flop down to his couch

You're wearing worn out a gray acid wash KISS stretchy tee that almost look like half off shoulder as it shows the strap of your bra and classic blue denim pants with Nike

You didn't even care if your eyeliner is very bold you just leave it as it is and your hair is a mess but still looks good as your push it over to the side

Steve rolling his eyes might stuck behind his head when he watches you- sulking around

"Am I even allow to speak?" He asks as he leans back to his front door

"Yeah- as long as you're not scolding me about him" you say as you cross your arms not looking at him instead you look down at the carpet

He's controlling his anger over you as he doesn't want to spoil this evening

It's been 3 days ago since you have that conversation with Steve

That night, when both of you cried and clinging to each other's arms

Steve couldn't believe you're acting like this- he hates this attitude- it upsets him so much- he doesn't like it

He had enough- he shouts at you "Stop being so fucking stubborn and just say what you want in his face not leading him up like this! I thought you don't want him to get hurt?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?!?"

You glare at him with fire in your eyes filled with guilt

"Don't give me that fucking look, Amanda"

He walk towards you and he is now standing in front of you

"Just because you're sad doesn't mean the others around you needs to suffer." He says with a stern look

His words cut deep into your soul and it almost like something falls heavier inside your chest

Your eyes are now flaming with so much anger until you blow up

You stand up so quickly that Steve almost fall back- he almost forgot that you can beat up someone so easily

"Fine! I'm the worst daughter, I'm the worst friend, hell- I think I might've been the best future girlfriend to someone you're referring to-" you start and you walk towards him as he backs up slowly until he is against the wall

"Say all you want but I am numb, it stings but I don't feel anything anymore, I fucking- I fucking regret the things that I've done, Steve- you don't know everyday I suffer from the actions that I did wishing that I didn't do it." You say as your voice cracks and that made Steve drops his uprising anger across his face slightly

"I've lost all of my confidence, I try to gain them back but I still struggle- it hurts- I know it's been years since all of those people did to me- completely killing me mentally." you chuckled sarcastically

"I know you want me to be happy but just let me think for once, okay? just leave me alone" you sigh in exasperation

Steve stay silent as he stares at you and he rubs his eyes

Eddie- of course, Eddie came after you

You can see his eyes light up as he saw you in there but quickly fades as he senses the tension in the room

You rolled your eyes at him and you walk towards the backyard

Steve walks over to him and he plastered a smile at him

Eddie knows Steve he doesn't look good like he interrupted a steaming confrontation

He is so confused- it almost like he doesn't even recognize you anymore, not only your actions changed but also your appearance

You're still beautiful to him whenever you're in your bad days

All of the gang came inside Steve's house

You distance yourself in them

Not only Eddie is confused but also them are confused as well but Lucas is the only one who can understands the situation even though you don't talk that much

"I knew- it's a wrong decision to come over here" you think to yourself

You're watching the half of the film while you drank iced tea

Eddie always taking chances to look at you

He wants to do something and finish this once and for all

You stand up and walk towards to the table where all the goodies are- you grab a small bag of potato chips and feeling someone behind your back and you turn around

It's Dustin

He smiles slighty and he looks like he wants to ask you something but he couldn't bring himself up to say it

"What is it, Dustin?" You ask politely not wanting to make the kid feel bad

He shakes his head

"I promise- I won't bite"

"I- I just wanna say.... I missed you being at our table during lunch time." He clasped both of his together with a small smile

Your eyes softens and your serious expression drops down

"Not- only on lunch time though- I- I just really miss hanging out with you- that's all." He added

Before you can reply to him, Mike appear beside you as he says "You don't want us anymore?" Mike asks while he tries to look at your eyes

You finally looked at him and you sigh "No- no- I still love you guys." You say

"But why you're not sitting with us anymore?" Dustin asks

"Guys, don't pressure her" Lucas claps his hands to get his friends attention

You look around and you saw Lucas coming closer to the table to grab a donut and you smile at him

You bring back yourself to Dustin and Mike "I'm just... having a hard time at the moment but I promise... I'll be back soon- of course I won't forget all of you." You say and they miss that genuine smile you have and that convinces them

"I bet she's already taking you guys for granted"

Steve voice echoes through your skull and it bleeds out to your ear

Your face goes back to cold expression again

You turn around and you scoffed and walk away from the table

"Okay, dude- what the fuck was that?" Lucas exclaimed

"She fucking deserves it- you know? she needs to be waken up and make her realize that she is wrong!" he yells

"Steve- didn't you forget that she is your childhood bestfriend?!" Dustin says with a tone coming out his voice

He tsked "I know that but she-" he gets cut off by Mike

"You're going to regret all of this sooner or later, yeah- you have the right to be mad at her but you also don't want her to suffer more, that's not what bestfriends do." Mike says

Lucas, Dustin and Mike we're all right and 100% right he hates that this is happening to your friendship and it's the first time ever you both done something that you both will never forget, it's your first argument with each other, first time really getting mad but never hating each other even though sometimes when things get really bad you both hate the words coming out of your mouth coming from anger

that's how much you cared for each other

as much you wanted to stop this foolishness you just wanted something to get over with your head, you just wanted to scream all of those bottled up emotions that you had with all of those years, you're mad at yourself for not fighting and defending yourself, you hate yourself because you let them do that to you, you think that you're the problem, you wished that if you did those things that they do you wouldn't be like this even though you knew it yourself you won't going to like it, you're just doing it so you can fit in to their world....

that's the reason why you went rogue for 2 weeks, moping around and sulking around because you're afraid to admit of your own feelings

All of this chaos will change tonight

Steve stares at the 3 boys and he ducks his head down slowly, massaging his neck in the process

"I just don't...." He begins "I-I just don't want to see both of friends who are very important to me lose themselves."

"I just want them to be happy." he sighs as he flashes out a sad smile

"Don't make it hard for her, okay?" Lucas nods at him

"The storm will pass" Dustin added

"It will be better at the end, I'm very sure of it, Steve." Mike reassures him

All of you are watching the movie that Eddie picked out

Lucas and Max are both sitting on the carpet floor

Dustin and Mike are both sitting in the couch

While Gareth and Jeff you overheard them talking about comic books at the coffee table beside

Steve and Robin are both standing behind the sofa as they both leaning their backs against the wall as they watch the movie

Steve is taking any chance glancing at you while Robin notice the concern in his eyes, Nancy follows her gaze

Eddie on the other head is sitting alone on the side his knee is jumping up and down as he tries to decide whether he or should not confront about your behavior towards him

You're the one is on the dining table alone as well

You checked your watch on your wrist, it says 8:30pm

"I've stayed long enough" you think to yourself

You get up and reach down at the doorknob before you step outside, you glanced over at Steve where you already find him staring at you

He weakly nods but you can't miss the disappointing expression on his eyes

You blinked and you sigh as you close the door

Steve looks back to where Eddie is

Only to find he's not there anymore and he realizes he went out to follow you and so does he

You walked fast, you just want to go home as soon as possible but you can't help but feel worse to do this to your friends

you bite down your bottom lip from stopping yourself to have a mental breakdown in the streets at night

You shove your hands in your pockets as you can feel yourself shaking uncontrollably and your chest rises up heavily you can't breathe normally at this point

You're having an panic attack

Eddie runs out to find you sighing as he saw you not so far away yet

He jogs out to reach you and he calls out your name

Hearing his voice again only adds more guilt to your heart

You refuse to look back at him "Leave me alone, Eddie"

He's already there beside you looking at you with his confused expression

He tries to catch your eyes to look at him but you still refused

You didn't halt your tracks to talk to him but he still follows you

"W-What's wrong?" He asks

The back of your eyes are now filling up with burning tears

You quietly sob but Eddie manages to hear it, of course he did- he always does

"Did I do something?" He asks but you didn't respond again

"Please, talk to me." He asks again- he knows deep down it has nothing to do with him, you're just having a hard time trying cope up with your feelings but he just wants you to confront about it because he had enough of it

It has stop, he doesn't want you to be like this forever

"Don't make me do this, Amanda" his tone grows more serious than before

You ignore him yet again

He grumbles in frustration as he hold both of your shoulders and stops right in front of you to make you look at him

You're now finally looking at his eyes are now filled with confusion, anger and sadness

You swallowed nervously at the sight of it, you tried to make a move and escape from his hands but he holds you still so you won't leave him again

"Answer"

"What?"

"Just answer me? please?" he says with a pointed look on his face

You blinked and you can tell that he is upset about you and yet somehow he can manage to control his anger and he still acts respectful to you

He can never ever hate you

"Stop it, Eddie"

"Stop- what?"

"Stop doing this!"

"I just want you to answer me!"

"Let me go, Eddie!"

He did let go of you but he blocks out every way you try to get rid of him

"You're still afraid aren't you?"

"W-what?"

"You're a coward"

"I don't know what you're talking about" you say as you crossed your arms ignoring your stomach drops to where this is going

"Oh- you know exactly what I mean" he huffed and laughs incredulously

"No, I don't-" he cuts you off

"See? Right there, that's fucking in denial"

You stare at him in silence

"I liked you since day one and you're just scared to admit it."

You gasped at his sudden confession and you tear away your eyes at him but he lifts your chin up

"You're afraid of your own feelings and you know that I am right."

His words are like broken glass shards that went stabbing through your heart

He's right, he sees through you, he can sense every emotion that you're having

Your eyes threatening to spill so you push him away and you turned your back at him to continue walking

He scoffs as he follows you

"So, tell me, Amanda, is it Steve?!"

You look at him at his insane question "No" you shouted while your voice cracks

"Then, what is it?!"

"I-I don't know."

"You fucking don't know?!"

"I'm not having this right now"

"Bullshit- We're having this right now whether you like it or not"

You went silent- your heartbeat goes faster and faster

"If there's no one else then why are you doing this?!

"Why- you try making it hard for yourself?!

You don't answer

"I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you, I've waited and never stopped loving you even you're acting like this"

You glare back at him and you went back staring at the streets

"I know, you have this past that you don't seem get healed from it yet but I'm going to help you no matter what, you know that right?"

Suddenly you feel so sick and your body feels heavy

So it is true, all of them from Wayne, his friends and Marlon

He truly does care for you and he even likes you from the start and that made you emotional

"Amanda, I am not like those people, they're not me! don't ever think I would do that to you, I would fucking totally kill myself if I ever hurt you" he pauses and he clears his throat not to breakdown from his own set of tears

"I try to understand you everytime we go together"

"I just don't want you seeing like you like this"

"If- if you're having bad days I want to be there for you on your side."

"I get so confused why you're trying to push me away or like any of us who are genuinely do care for you."

"If you don't feel the same way as I do, that's fine, I'll be there always" he knows that you liked him too but he wants to hear it coming from you

He reaches down at your hand stopping you from walking

You turned around at him and you scrunched up your forehead and you can't hold back the tears anymore as you slumped your shoulders down and you feel weak

But you still try to break free from his grip in your hand

He saddens to see you like this but he still wants some answers from you

"Tell me, Amanda"

"T-tell you, what" you croak out looking at him with your blurry eyes from tears streaming down on your face

"That you love me."

You jolted at his words and finally his grip on you is loose

Eddie pushes you against the wall placing both of his hands on the sides of your face, caging you in front of him

"Answer me"

"No- I don't-"

"I can't keep going on like this forever" he shakes his head at you

"Just let me go home"

"I will- if you just answer me"

"I-I can't-"

"No- tell me- right now!"

"Eddie-"

"Do you love me?!"

"S-stop"

"I said, do you love me?!?" He yelled

"Yes" you shouted

His gaze softens as he hears your response and he searches for dishonesty on your eyes, he finds nothing but fondness

"I burn for you"

He blinks as he removes his hands on the wall

"I burn for you everytime when we're together"

"You have no idea how much I devoted for you all this time" you paused sniffling as you wiped your tears

"I yearn for you everytime when I'm away from you"

Eddie stumbles back at your words and he immediately cups your cheeks and gives you a sloppily kiss and you squeal from his action but you kissed him back and your close your eyes and throw your arms around his neck and he deepens the kiss and holds your waist even tighter and yet you're both longing at each other and you miss his touch, his scent and you miss him

He doesn't want this to end, he doesn't want to break the kiss, he wants to hold you like this forever and ever

He wants to say something so he cuts it leaving you chasing after his lips "I love you" he places another kiss on your lips "I really love you, Amanda" he kisses it again

Your gaze softens while you're looking at him- your heart flutters at his actions wiping your tears on your cheek and he caresses it

You can feel another set of flood of tears building up "I don't deserve you, Eddie"

He rolls his eyes at you "Don't ever say that, please, you're worthy of love, Amanda"

"Just let me love you"

as he places another kiss on your lips, he groaned when you run down your hand from his chest down to his waist pulling him more closer to you- he cups your ass and you mewled from his action

Eddie loved you from being just you, Just Amanda, he doesn't care about your past, he doesn't care about people might think of you, he loves all about your ramblings, your love of movies and music, your cool outfits and your attitude when it comes to mean people like bullies, you're such a badass girl and yet here you are caving in so easily for him and you don't even know why this felt so wrong, he deserves someone better

You pushed him back catching your breath

"But Eddie, I treated you so bad, you deserve someone-

He hushes you "I don't want anyone else, I only want you."

You look back at his eyes- it swims with love and adoration

"Oh" is the only thing you can say incredibly speechless of all the confession he had just said

It is just so hard for you to let that all sink in- you just couldn't believe someone like him to give you so much love and care and you don't know how to act and what to do

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Take me home"

He frowns at your response and he sadly smiles

"No- Eddie, I said take me home with you."

You can never miss the way his eyes light up

"Gladly"

Eddie takes you to his van and when he looks back at Steve's house

He saw him standing in there and he give him a grateful smile

When you arrived at Eddie's trailer he takes you immediately to his room

He lays you down on his bed and he gives you cuddles and kisses

He's holding you and you're laying on his arms hugging into you in the process

He caresses your cheek and you let him run his fingers through your hair

Your heart sinks how much you appreciate this comfortable silence with him

You're so blessed- you don't even know it

"I'm so sorry, Eddie"

"For what?"

You shrug "for hurting you"

"You never did hurt me"

"But I did" you start "and I will never forgive myself for it

He doesn't respond, he hugs you instead

"I could never hate you" he saids it to your ear and places a kiss on top of your head

he can feel you smiling at his response

"I just- I didn't know that this could happen to me, all my life I thought I could never have this."

"Like what?"

"loving me for what I am and truly respects me"

If this was another person he would just want you for your body but with Eddie.... It's different..... he could get used to this forever

He would volunteer to take away your pain in your heart so that you can never suffer again

You loved Eddie because he is true to himself and Eddie loved you for being brave and strong

He pulls back to look down on you only to find you already looking at him

He smiles at you and he tucks your hair behind your ear

"I saw you with Lucas, the other day"

"You did?"

"Yeah, you always doubting yourself that you're a bad person when you're not"

"You helped my friends and you make them happy- I do love them but it's not the same without you in it."

Your eyes became glossy

"I can't function without you on my side, Amanda" he added

"I don't know what I would do if you're not there on my side, if ever that happens, you can never avoid me, I will always be there."

"Do you really meant it?"

"What?"

"That you love me?"

"Of course, I do"

"Are you certain?"

"I am certain"

You stare at him for a moment and you can really tell that he is saying the truth

You buried your face into his chest and you sob

He panicked- he pulled you away to look at you

"W-what- what's wrong?"

You shake your head

"Darling-"

"I'm just really happy" you laughed

"Oh, my love, you got me worried" he chuckled

"Thank you, Eddie"

"For what?"

"For showing me that I am worthy"

"And I would never stop that you are worthy of everything" he says while looking at you he tugs out a sweet smile

You smiled at him and you hug him while you rest your head on his arms

If the world is against him and so do you

You woke up laying on his arms

He haven't unshackled you in his embrace since last night

He's so beautiful from inside and out, if only the town knew how much of a pure heart he has

You admire him in his sleep, you brush your hands through his curls and he hums from your actions

You carefully remove his arms trying not to wake him up and you kiss him in the lips

You went home

You have this sudden feeling that you're so sure of yourself that it's your time

It's time to be happy again

Your mom called out for you and asked you to sit beside her

"What's the matter, dear?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom"

"Come on, I know you're lying"

You hesitate at first but you replied "Eddie and I got into heated argument but we're okay now we talked each other last night" you say

Your mom doesn't even know the whole context about everything that is happened

Mother's really knows what's best

"What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"What do you want?" She repeats the question

"I-I want to be happy again"

"Then follow into the light that you found" she says and she reaches out to grab your hand

"Listen to your heart, Amanda, nothing will ever happen if you just go for it while it's still there"

She kisses your knuckles and your eyes are misty

"All I wanted for you is to be happy and do you what you love"

"Thanks, Mom" you nod at her

"Always here for you, my baby"

Eddie woke up without you on his side and he frowns

He quickly gets up and saw Wayne on the coffee table

"Woah, there, son, take it easy"

"Where is she?"

"I talked to her just give her some time" he says with a hopeful smile

He sighs and sats down on the couch "I love her, Wayne"

"I know you do, just give her some space for a moment" he reassures him

You walk up the stairs and went into your bedroom

You noticed some messy spots of your room so you picked and clean it up

Your journal caught your attention, this is where you keep all of your favorite memories of your life- the important highlights that you want to look back everytime that you wanted to

Including your new found friends and him

while looking through the pages there's a growing smile coming out of your face

but you noticed something else

you remembered that you didn't put anything on your journal.... unless

It's him, the one who put it inside of your journal

Your heart palpitates like crazy while slowly taking out the piece of paper that is tucked in one of the pages in your journal

Your eyes grows big and wide as you read down what's on the paper

It's about the prom and you know that if someone give this to you- it's an invitation

Your knees became weak and you drop down on the ground

You're shocked and you can feel yourself crying

You're happy but also at the same time you can't believe it

All of the pieces are coming together as you realized everything

You remember that one lunch time that you had together, he acted really suspicious and even his friends

Lucas almost slipped out the secret while you're cheering him up yesterday

"Oh my god"

You want to apologize to everyone, so you went from your childhood bestfriend first

You knocked on the door and ringed the doorbell

"Alright, Alright! I'm coming!"

He opens the door and his annoyance expression drops as he saw you standing in front of his house

"H-Hi" you say shyly

"Hey" he smiles and he can see the way your eyes glow and he is so glad that you're coming to your senses

"Can I come in?"

"Sure"

He gave you a vanilla milkshake and he's having a chocolate just like you always do as kids

You slide the paper across to him and he looks back at you one last time before he unfolded the paper

He eyes goes wide and he says "Wait- did he-"

"He's asking me out to prom" you say while you're crying and laughing at the same time

"Oh" he genuinely smiles at you

"We talked to each other last night, it feels nice to finally open up to everything and you're we're right all along"

He nods at you still holding on to the paper

"Steve, can you um-"

He holds your hand and caresses it "Can you bring me there? like give me a lift?"

He looks confused "It's Eddie he should be the one-"

You cut him off "No- he shouldn't know that I already know, I wanna surprise him"

He smirks "Oh- I like this plan"

You and Steve talked to each other for a moment, you both apologize about everything and he hugged you one last time and he is very excited for you

He can't stop from being excited that he went calling Robin immediately after you left and he removes his phone away from his ear because Robin screams directly on it

Everyone is involved in the plan except for Eddie who has no clue about what's going to happen in the prom

Prom | November 30 1987

You and your mom went shopping before the event

You picked out the most magical and flattering gown

Purple with glittery sparkles all over it

You prepared your hair and makeup

It starts at 7pm and the gates will open at 3pm

Everyone is getting ready and Eddie.... well- he's having problems of not wanting to mess this up

What if you don't show up?

What if you don't saw the paper that he tucked in your journal?

He wanted to call you and he even wanted to go to your place and talked about the prom but Wayne stopped him from doing those things

He is overthinking about everything and he is so worried

Wayne is enjoying this seeing his nephew getting frazzled and he just groans at his uncle and that made him laugh

Wayne talked about this over the phone with Marlon who is very happy about you and Eddie going to the prom and both men are snickering their asses off about Eddie don't know what to do

Eddie just rolls his eyes at his uncle

"I kept this for a long time now" Wayne says as he lays out his suit from his senior prom in his highschool days

"W-Wow" the suit is so elegant and the material is so sacred he must've been taking care of this for so long, he doesn't even knew that his uncle own something like this

"Well- you know I saved up some money and I really want to date the girl that I like so I did all of that" he says with a bittersweet smile

"Everything is possible as you're doing because you want it.". Eddie nods at him

Eddie stares at the suit as he remembers the story of how wonderful his senior prom is like and that's what he wanted to achieve, he wants it to be memorable like his uncle did

Eddie places his hand on his shoulder "I am sure she is with you.... always."

Wayne looks at his nephew with brimmed eyes as he remembers Clara

Back then when Eddie was just a kid he showed him the pictures of him and Clara together at the senior prom

Eddie can sense the energy just by looking at the pictures, they're both radiating with love and admiration with each other

Clara died from sickness and Wayne mourned her earnestly and he didn't stopped loving her very deeply until now

That's why he is so eagerness that you and Eddie must be together, that's what he felt with Clara, you and Eddie both have the same relationship that Wayne has before

The pureness and the genuine of just enjoying each other's company

Wayne clears his throat "Now, put this on! I wanna see you wearing it!"

"Okay, Wayne" he chuckles at his uncle's sudden enthusiasm

Eddie came out from his room wearing his uncle's suit

"Oh my dear boy! Look at you" Wayne says as he covers his mouth in awe

"Do I look good?"

"Good? You look incredible, son! It perfectly fits you just the way that I imagined!" He exclaimed

"Thank you, Wayne" he says with an unsure smile

"Son, don't be like this"

"I know...."

"Don't pressure yourself to do the same as I did before like this is your night do what you feel what is right for you both" he says

Eddie couldn't stop himself from hugging his uncle almost knocking him off in the process

Wayne smiles down at his nephew and hugs him back

"You look amazing!" Steve grins at you

Robin is staring at you in awestruck "Wow, Amanda, holy shit" as she takes polaroid pictures of you

"Give us another twirl for us, please" Steve says jumping up down

"Okay, one last time, alright?" You twirled and the two screech of excitement

"I literally can't wait for Eddie's reaction later!" Robin exclaims

You, Steve and Robin both take pictures of each other.... Until

Someone knocked on the door and all you tensed up and as soon as you heard the familiar voice

"Shit!" Steve says whisper-shout

"What is he doing here?!" Robin whispers

"I don't know!" You say as you grab your dress so you can easily run

"You gotta hide! Run for it!" Steve says to you

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Eddie says

Steve and Robin walked towards the door

"What are you going to do?!"

"I don't know it yet!"

"What are you about to say?!"

"I just- I don't know just follow my lead!" Steve says

Steve opens the door and saw Eddie in his fancy suit and he looks over to his side he saw Dustin with a perplexed complexion on his face

Eddie's face crumpled up and he is so confused why Steve and Robin are in your house

Not that is weird it's just- not what he expected

Steve gives a knowing look to Dustin and he immediately understands it

"Uh- what are you doing in here?" Eddie asks

"I love your suit by the way!" Robin says not making it look suspicious

"Yeah, Thanks, Buckley, Guys?" Eddie asks again

"Oh- Uh- Amanda's mom called us she's doing something that it needs our special help" Steve forcedly smiles

Eddie noticed this and he knitted his brows together and looks back at Robin

"Special Help?" Eddie asks

"Uh- yeah- we worked at Scoops Ahoy, 2 years ago right? and she asked to fix the ice cream machine" Robin says

"Oh" he nods

It looks like he's buying it and that gives them a relief

"Good save" Steve whispers to Robin

"Right?! Thank you" Robin responds

"Is Amanda there?" He walked in and that cause a lot more panic

"You stall him" Steve mouthed to Robin

"What?!"

"Go!"

"Fine, you're gonna pay me for this, Harrington!"

Steve saw you in the upstairs quickly carrying every piece of fabric of your dress thankfully Eddie wasn't looking up as he pulls Eddie in the living room

"I just want to say you clean up very nice!" Steve says

"You're scaring me, why are you acting weird?"

Steve doesn't know what to do as he looked over from his shoulder he saw Robin coming up and double checking to see you're not around

"Oh- here's Robin!"

Steve pushed Robin to Eddie and he holds her as she almost dropped down on the ground

Steve runs away to find Dustin

He pulled Dustin it made the kid flinched

"What the fuck are you both doing here?" Steve whispers

"I didn't know that you're guys are still here!" Dustin whisper exclaims

"Okay, fine!" He rolls his eyes "Don't ruin the plan, alright?!"

"Yeah, I know, Steve- just calm down! I'll fix this"

"is there something that I should know?" Eddie squints his eyes on Robin

"Uh- no, no, no! we're totally cool" Robin says as she shoves her hands on her pockets

She peaked her head and looked over to Steve mouthing "Are you guys done?"

"Yeah" Steve nods at her

"Just do anything you can to prevent him not to suspect anything" Steve says

"Got it!" Dustin says

Your parents walked down the stairs excited for you

"What's with all the racket?" your dad asks

Steve saw them and he whisper-shout "Eddie is here!"

"What?!" Both of your parents exclaimed

Eddie saw your parents and Robin failed to stop him

"Oh- hi there- I was wondering if Amanda is here"

Steve slowly shakes his head at them

"She's at the mall"

"She's with Nancy"

Both of your parents said at the same time

Robin face palmed and Steve winces

Eddie became even more puzzled at the situation

Dustin claps the both of his hands "Say, Eddie! I was informed that Gareth and Jeff are in there! Thank you so much for your time!"

Dustin pulled Eddie away before he can ask your parents where were you

Steve mouths to Dustin "Thank you"

Dustin raises both of his brows "Goodluck!" He whispers

You came out of the closet room "Phew! I thought he'll never leave!"

"That's a close one" Robin sighs of relief

"We gotta get you there before he can!" Steve says

Your parents smile of how stunning you look they both gave you one last hug

You're at Steve's car and you perfectly arrived on time

"I want you guys to be there"

"Are you kidding? I would die just to see Eddie's reaction!" Robin smiles widely at the anticipated plan later

You and Steve laugh

"Just get out there and have fun!" Steve says as he pinches out your cheek

It's 6pm and still there's no sign of you (that's what he thought)

Eddie is sitting at the table his shoulders were slumped and he is frowning why you aren't up showing up

He is now believing that he didn't saw the paper that he tucked inside of your journal

"Stop overthinking everything, Eddie" Lucas says as he sats down beside him drinking down his juice

Eddie sighs and crosses his arms "I just don't understand why isn't she here yet"

"She will be, just wait"

"What?"

the upbeat music stops and Lucas grabbed Eddie's hand pushes him in front of the crowd

All of the students are so confused why the music stopped

Eddie is dying of what is about to happen as he grows nervous

Mike came in front of him fixing his hair

Marlon fixed his suit even more properly "Marlon- what are you doing in here?"

He just smiles and he says "Just look up there at the stairs"

He looks so freaking confused but he follows him anyways

Nancy takes pictures of him with a Polaroid camera and Max holds up a breath freshener and she says "open your mouth" she sprays it inside and he coughs a little bit "that's a little bit minty"

He clears his throat "Care to anyone explain to me what is going on"

The two girls only giggled at him

"You'll see, Munson" Nancy saids

Dustin is carrying the flower bracelet "Oh- don't forget this, Eddie!" He says as he places it on his hand

He looks back at him and give him a thumbs up and a big smile

He just smiles at him with his knitted brows

He jumped at the spotlight at him and one at the stairs

He almost collapsed when you appeared in front of the stairs

"Oh shit- is he alright?" Wayne almost run over to his nephew

Marlon laughs "yeah- he can take this."

He breathes down heavily and he smiles at you walking down the stairs

He couldn't believe that this is real and his plan succeeded

and now there you are in front of him

Everyone at the school and gasped and you overheard them

"Is that Amanda Jones?!?"

"Oh my god, Is she dating Eddie Munson?"

"Surprise?" You say with a giddy smile

"You're so-" he shakes his head "So beautiful!" he takes your hand and twirls you around

"Thank you, Eddie" you can't help but hug him on the spot

Eddie almost fall down on the ground and everyone cheered and whistled

He hugs your back "How did you found out?"

"Just yesterday, while I fixed my bedroom"

"I'm sorry i didn't say anything after I left but- you smirked on the side looking over at your friends

Eddie follows your gaze and he tilts his head and also shakes his head in the process

Steve, Dustin, Robin, Wayne, Marlon, Lucas, Max, Nancy and Mike are all waving at him very sneaky and they all laughed

"Everyone is involved" you chuckled

He looks back at you "Oh- so all of you conspired against me?!? Huh." He smirks

You nod at him and you flash out a cheesy smile

Eddie looked over behind his back to Gareth and Jeff

He winks at you and you get confused

*Out of Touch by Hall & Oates starts playing at the background*

"Well played" you say

"You thought you're the only one who has plans, huh?"

"I guess we loved to surprise each other"

"I guess we do"

He places the flower bracelet on your wrist and kisses the top of your hand

"I love you, Eddie" you say plainly

Eddie can feel his heart wanting to come out of his chest

"I don't want anyone else too, my heart belongs to you forever" you say with a glint of thankfulness in your eyes

"I love you more, whatever happens, I will forever loving you until the end" he says

Eddie cups your cheeks and kisses you very slowly passionately and lovingly and you throw your arms around him again and holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss

You and Eddie can hear the cheer and the screams

You break the kiss and you suddenly become shy and Eddie just laughs

You looked over to Steve and you mouth to him "Mission Accomplished!"

Steve and Dustin made a fist bumps to each other and all of them jumped to excitement

"Are you truly happy?" He asked you

"Yes I am" you say

He kisses your cheek "Thank you"

"For what?"

"For not giving up on me"

"Thank you too"

You scrunched up your eyebrows "For what?"

"for letting yourself be free and to be loved unconditionally"

"Oh- Eddie" you hug him once again

"Hey, Amanda?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you" he coos

"Oh stop it- you're such a dork"

He laughs and he tickles your sides and the prom night is filled with laughter, love and happiness

🎶You're out of touch, I'm out of time, but I'm not out of my head when you're not around🎶

that's what he feels for you and nothing ever changes that..... ♡

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