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katsu28 · 2 years

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changed the game

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: steve would do anything for you, but he would never tell anyone why—until today

(i suck at writing summaries but it’s basically just 4.8k words of best friends to lovers with the best soccer mom ever!)

warnings: swearing, steve being adorable, slight violence but it’s only like one slap, fluff central

a/n: i really am a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope. enjoy!! <3

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(gif found on google, credits to owner)

You burst through the doors of Family Video, looking around the store frantically for the one person you needed to find until you finally spotted him reshelving movies in the corner. He (surprisingly) didn’t see you coming, so when you popped into his line of sight, he jumped.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve yelped, all the tapes in his arms clattering to the floor.

“Sorry,” You offered him a guilty smile, kneeling down to help him pick everything up. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uh, no, you’re—you’re all good. I was spaced the hell out.” Steve mumbled. “What’s up?”

“You’re going to Lucas’ game tonight, right?”

“Yeah, of course. Why?”

“Would it be okay if the boys and I hitched a ride?” You asked sheepishly. “I promised I’d drive them, but my sister called dibs on the car for her stupid date, and I—”

“Yeah, sure! No problem.” His response was immediate (and a bit squeaky too), head nodding so fast that his hair fell into his eyes. “I can pick you up at six, swing around and grab them on the way?”

“That sounds perfect! Thank you so much, Steve, you’re a lifesaver!” You beamed at him, passing off the rest of the fallen tapes into his arms and pulling him into a quick hug. He barely had time to react before you backed away, but your perfume lingered in his space. “I gotta get to work, but thank you again. I’ll see you tonight.”

Steve managed a weak wave goodbye before watching you retreat out the doors, mind still processing your conversation.

“Alright, I’ll shoot. When are you gonna tell her?” Robin’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to see her leaning against the front counter with her chin propped up in her hand and a shit eating grin on her face.

“Tell her what?” He snorted, shoving the rest of the movies back on their respective shelves. Robin aimed a rather pointed look at him. “Seriously, what?”

“Oh, you’re serious?” She raised an eyebrow. When all Steve did was give her a dumb look, she sighed. “When are you gonna tell Y/N that you’re in love with her?”

Steve froze in his tracks, gaze whipping over to her incredulously. “What?”

“You heard me, dingus.”

“You’re insane.”

“Steve, you were literally just telling me yesterday about your date with Brenda tonight, and you just agreed to play soccer mom carting around a bunch of your kid friends, all because Y/N batted her eyes and said pretty please?”

“We’re friends, Robin. That’s what friends do.” He replied with a shrug, but even that seemed forced. “Besides, I can just call Brenda and reschedule, no big deal. She’ll understand.”

“I’m your friend too, and you wouldn’t even give me a ride home from school after band practice last week!”

“That was different!”

“Yeah, you’re not completely head over heels for me!”

“Y’know what?” Steve huffed, grabbing the movie cart and pushing it away from Robin. “I have work to do. I don’t need this.”

“Right, because you’re so hard at work reshelving tapes!” Robin called after him, to which he flipped her off behind his back.

Once Steve finished reshelving all the rewound tapes, he glanced back over at the counter to see if Robin was still behind it, and when he saw that she was helping an old lady in the far corner of the store, he hurried over to the phone, digging the scrap of paper that Brenda had given him out of his pocket and dialing her number. He drummed his fingers on the counter as it rang, trying to come up with a way to bail on their date at the last minute without seeming like a jackass.

“Hello?” Brenda’s sickly sweet voice poured through the receiver, and Steve cringed.

“Hey, Brenda, it’s Steve. Harrington.” He said weakly, twirling a pen between his fingers.

“Steve, hi!” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I’m looking forward to our date tonight!”

“Yeah! Um, about that…I hate to do this so last minute, but I just came down with the nastiest case of food poisoning, and I think we’re probably gonna have to take a raincheck on our date.”

“Oh no, you poor baby!” Brenda cooed. “Of course we can reschedule, no problem! Whenever you’re feeling better, just give me a call.”

“Thank you so much, Brenda, you’re a real saint!”

“Maybe I’ll swing by your place and bring you some soup?”

“No!” Steve blurted, then let out a forced chuckle. “No, I mean, I think food poisoning is contagious, and I’d be so bummed if you came by and I gave it to you.”

Brenda giggled, and he could just picture her twirling her permed blond hair around her finger like she always did around him. “You’re so thoughtful, Steve.”

“That, I am.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “I, um, I’ve gotta go…y’know—I’ll just call you sometime, yeah?”

“Feel better soon!”

Steve mumbled out a ‘thank you’ before hanging up, ignoring the guilt pooling in his stomach and instead focusing on how happy you’d looked when he said he could give you and the boys a ride.

“Does your ass ever get tired of all the shit that comes out of your mouth?” Robin asked innocently, pulling him out of his thoughts. Steve just flipped her off again on his way to the back room, where he collapsed into one of the flimsy plastic chairs with a heavy sigh.

Robin was right, he was head over heels for you (but she didn’t need to know that). After Nancy, Steve didn’t think he’d ever be able to connect with anyone ever again. But then you came along with your bright smile and witty comebacks and how much you cared about your friends, and he fell hard and he fell fast. You’d ruined him for anyone else, in the best possible way.

He’d been going on all these dates with different people, trying to find one person who he thought he could be happy with for once, but with every date he went on, his heart wasn’t in it.

You had Steve Harrington wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.

He’d do anything for you, so canceling a date that he didn’t even really want to go on was the least of his worries. Steve just hoped it didn’t end up backfiring on him in the future, because that would definitely not be a good look for him.

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“You’re baking. You hate baking, why are you baking?” Your older sister, Callie, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as soon as she walked into the kitchen, eyeing the mess of baking supplies on the counter with you in the middle of it all.

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, hands too covered in sticky dough to touch anything else. “Cookies for Steve.”

“Cookies for Steve,” She repeated, nodding slowly. “Why?”

“Since someone,” You aimed a pointed look at her, “is taking the car tonight, he’s driving the boys and I to Lucas’ game.”

“Is he now?” She hummed, smirking.

See, what you didn't know was that Callie was friends with Brenda, the very same Brenda who was supposed to be going on a date with Steve tonight. Also the very same Brenda that had just called her sadly about Steve having food poisoning and canceling said date. Now hearing that he’d bailed on her to help you out, everything she’d been picking up on between you and Steve finally made sense.

The way Steve always hung onto your every word, gazing stupidly at you when you weren’t looking. Every single time he’d gotten you something just because he thought you’d like it. How he’d show up at your house and watch god awful movies with you, and she could hear both your snorting laughters all throughout the night.

And now this: Steve making up a bogus excuse to get out of a date all because you’d asked him for a favor.

There was no mistaking it—Steve Harrington was in love with you.

And you definitely felt the same way about him, because here you were, baking cookies for him like you were Betty Crocker despite your outspoken hatred for it.

“So what’s the deal between you and Steve anyways?” Callie asked nonchalantly, reaching across the counter to snag a handful of chocolate chips and popping them in her mouth.

“What deal?” You pulled open the oven to put the cookies inside to bake, setting a timer for ten minutes before turning back to her with furrowed brows to see that she was looking pointedly at you. “There is no deal with me and Steve, Cal, we’re friends. Friends help each other out.”

“Right,” She dragged out the word amusedly, like she didn’t believe a word you were saying. “So you don’t like him? Like, like him like him?”

“Me, like Steve?” You forced out a laugh, shaking your head. She nodded. “No, I don’t like him. Why are you asking?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“Weirdo.”

“Says the one covered in flour,” Callie shot back, wrinkling her nose at you. “Don’t you have to go get ready or something?”

One glance at the clock above the sink had you swearing like a sailor, because you now had less than an hour to clean up your mess, shower, get dressed, and let the cookies cool before Steve picked you up.

“Can you help me clean up?” You yelped, scrambling out of your dusty apron and chucking it at Callie frantically, who dodged it with an indignant noise.

“No, it’s your mess, you clean it!”

You were already hurrying down the hall to your bedroom, but you managed to catch yourself on the doorway as you yelled back at her. “I’ll take your laundry duty for the next three weeks!”

“Five!”

“Deal!”

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Steve watched you leap down the steps outside your front door, smiling as you waved wildly at him on your way to his car.

“Hi, Steve!” You chirped, sliding into the passenger seat smoothly. He nodded in acknowledgement, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel casually. “Thanks again for giving us a ride, I hope I didn’t crash any plans you might’ve had.”

“Nah, no plans. And you don’t need to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help out,” He chuckled, pushing down the nagging feeling in his gut and pulling away from the curb smoothly. “Whatcha got there?”

You cracked open the plastic container on your lap with a sheepish smile. “Cookies. Made them as a thank you, but—”

“Oh no, I’ll take that thank you,” He said quickly, opening his mouth without taking his eyes off the road. “Gimme one!”

Popping a cookie into his mouth with a chuckle, you wiped your fingers on the collar of his jacket, listening to him groan about how this was his favorite one and how you’d ruined it. All you did was roll your eyes playfully, cranking up the radio to drown him out, but Steve switched gears right away, singing along horribly to every song that played—especially if he didn’t know the words.

You couldn’t help but admire him from your side of the car, your eyes taking in every slope, curve, and contour of his face. From the sharp angle of his jaw to the curve of his pink lips; the scattering of freckles across his cheeks to the lines on his face that morphed into the cutest dimples whenever he smiled—in your eyes, everything about Steve Harrington was perfect.

Sure, he could be a little dumb sometimes, but that was another one of the things you loved about him.

And you did admit, the whole falling-for-your-best-friend thing wasn’t your smartest move, especially since that best friend was Steve freaking Harrington, who went on dates with different girls practically every other night and had a reputation for being quite the ladies’ man. You liked to think that he’d mellowed out since his King Steve days, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have Hawkins girls lined up out the door to get their share of him.

You didn’t really have any right to feel the jealousy that you did every time Steve talked about how he went roller skating with Stacy from junior year trig, or went out for milkshakes with Carla from the girls’ volleyball team, but you couldn’t help it. Steve was out of your league, and there was nothing you could (or would) do about it.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you saw that he was looking over at you in slight concern. When he saw you refocus, he smiled softly. “There she is. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to steal another cookie myself.”

“I, um, I’m good. I was just…thinking.” You mumbled, embarrassed at the thought of being caught thinking about Steve by Steve.

“Thinking, huh? Care to share?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased, eyes glinting with amusement.

“I would, actually. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that mind of yours.”

“Maybe another time, Harrington.” You giggled, offering out another cookie as a consolation prize that Steve plucked right out of your fingertips. The car slowed to a stop outside of Dustin’s house, where the curly haired boy was already waiting outside impatiently, brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of Steve’s car but hopping in nonetheless. “Hey, Dustin! Sorry we’re late.”

“It’s fine, the game doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” He assured you, then turned right to Steve. “But what are you doing here? I thought you were going—”

“We should really get going if we wanna pick up the rest of the gang and get to the game on time!” Steve interrupted forcibly, shooting Dustin a very pointed look in the rearview mirror.

“But—”

“All buckled in, Henderson?” Dustin nodded slowly. “Alright, time to go!”

Without further ado, Steve pulled away from the curb, cranking the radio back up and leaving Dustin (and now you) confused.

The atmosphere of the car ride to pick up Mike and Will, then to the high school, was awkward to say the least. The boys were in the back whispering about something you couldn’t make out and glancing at you and Steve in the front seat, while Steve was significantly less chatty with you than he was before Dustin got into the car. As soon as the car was parked, the younger boys filed out of the backseat, barely nodding at Steve’s promise to meet back here after the game was over in case anyone got separated before hurrying off towards the gym.

“I’m gonna say it because nobody else will, but what is wrong with those kids?” You asked incredulously, wrinkling your nose at how weird they were acting.

Steve just chuckled nervously, falling into step with you as you made your way slowly to the gym as well. “I ask myself that everyday.”

You noticed how Steve didn’t answer your question, but decided not to push in fear of making things more awkward than they already were now. The two of you made your way into the school in silence, passing off your tickets and finding an empty space midway up the wooden bleachers, an aisle away from the band. You caught Robin’s eye and waved at her excitedly, nudging Steve with your elbow for him to say hi too. He waved, purposely ignoring her smug gaze by focusing out on the cheerleading squad.

“Has Robin made her move on Vickie yet?” Your voice was soft in Steve’s ear, but still made his breath catch in his chest at the fact that you were basically leaning against him to be heard in the loud gym.

“She, uh—no, she hasn’t. Not that I know of.” He stuttered, gulping nervously.

“I think they’d be good together.”

“I keep telling her that, but she keeps pushing back,” Steve shrugged. “You should talk some sense into her.”

You smiled at him, patting his shoulder. “I think I will. Maybe I’ll swing by Family Video tomorrow.”

Right as Steve was about to respond, a shrill whistle from the referee signaled the start of the game, not leaving much room to discuss Plan Robin-gets-the-girl.

You couldn’t help but touch Steve every time something big happened during the game, whether it was latching your arm around his during a particularly risky play, elbowing him playfully when he made a sarcastic remark about the players, or much to Steve’s dismay, smacking his shoulder roughly every time Lucas touched the ball, as if Steve wasn’t watching the exact same game you were.

The final play of the game was by far the best, when Lucas hit a buzzer beating three to bring it all home, and you nearly knocked Steve over hugging him in excitement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, reciprocating your hug and taking it one step further by lifting you up off your feet for a few seconds. Your nose nudged against his hammering pulse point at that, which you just chalked up to the adrenaline of the game and not what it actually was—you throwing yourself into Steve’s arms without a care in the world. It made Steve’s heart hammer in his chest, so much so that he was still thinking about it as the crowd was filing out of the gym, the cool air doing wonders to sooth his flushed cheeks.

You nudged his shoulder gently, shaking him out of his head. “So, what do you think? Think we got a shot at winning the championships this year?”

“I’d say yeah, so long as Coach takes Sinclair off the bench and puts him in action.”

“I bet you could put in a good word for him, King Steve,” You teased, letting out a shriek of laughter and dodging Steve’s hands when he lunged towards you in retaliation.

“Get the hell back here, you little—”

“Steve!”

Steve stopped in his tracks at the sickeningly familiar, once sweet, now turned very, very angry, voice that rang out from behind him, sending his heart that was just swelling with happiness plummeting into his stomach. Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned around slowly to see none other than Brenda standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest and eyes glaring right at him whilst she snapped the pink bubble gum forcefully between her teeth.

“Hey—hey, Brenda!” He cleared his throat awkwardly in a sad attempt to keep his voice steady.

Shit, she looked mad.

“That food poisoning really cleared up fast, didn’t it?” She deadpanned, and if her gaze were lasers, they’d be boring a hole right through his head right now.

“Yeah, uh—about that, I’m really sorry,” Steve mumbled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

“Seriously? That’s the line you’re gonna use?” Brenda scoffed, rolling her eyes. “If you didn’t want to go out with me, you should’ve just said so instead of making up some bullshit excuse!”

“I didn’t mean to, I just—it came out! I’m sorry, okay?” He blurted, realizing a split second after that he’d definitely just made things a whole lot worse. She looked about ready to rip his face off as she stalked towards him angrily.

“It just came out???” She shrieked, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re an asshole and a coward, Steve, you know that?”

“A coward?” He arched an eyebrow. Asshole, yeah, he could admit that much. But coward? That one threw him for a loop.

“You heard me.”

“How am I—y’know what, I don’t even think I wanna know,” He shook his head, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, Brenda. Truly, I really am. It was wrong of me to lie, and I apologize.”

“Fuck you, Steve.” She snarled. Steve saw her hand go up, but he didn’t even register that she’d slapped him until a burning pain took over the entire left side of his face. Even then, he could only stand there in stunned silence as he watched her storm away from him.

Meanwhile, you were watching the whole thing from a few feet away, going through a myriad of emotions at their interaction and ending wide eyed in shock at the sight of Brenda slapping Steve clean across the face.

“What the hell just happened?” You nearly collided with him as you rushed forward, your fingers instantly angling his chin towards you to assess the damage. An angry red hand imprint was already beginning to blossom across his cheek.

He squinted with a scrunched nose, feeling his face grow hot in embarrassment. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“Steve, she just bitch slapped you across the face, that’s not nothing,” You pressed, dropping your hands to prop on your hips with a frown aimed up at him. “What was she talking about?”

Steve blew out a heaving breath, backing up a few paces. Everything was blowing up in his face right now. “I lied earlier. I did have plans tonight. I was, uh, I was supposed to be coming to the game with Brenda…on a date.”

“Steve, really?” You gasped, bringing your hands up to cover your mouth. “Oh, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have—”

“No! No, Y/N, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine, I should’ve said something.” He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “This is on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had plans? I would’ve figured something else out.”

Steve had two options. He could either use the same line about wanting to be a good friend that he used to justify his choice to Robin earlier, or he could man up and come clean, actually tell you why he dropped plans for you. Finally confess that he was in love with you.

But the way you were looking at him, all confused and guilty and so beautifully conflicted at the same time, he couldn’t lie to you anymore.

“I need to tell you something,” He blurted, getting the ball rolling so he wouldn’t chicken out. You tilted your head at him curiously, your expression inviting him to get what he needed to off his chest. Steve inhaled a sharp breath first, steeling his nerves. “The reason why I lied about my date, it’s—it’s the same reason why I keep going on so many dates.”

“I’m not following…”

“I go out on all these dates with all these different girls to distract me from the fact that there’s one girl who owns my heart. One girl that has me so wrapped around her finger that I’d do anything for her, no matter how big or small.”

“Steve,” You said softly, your breath hitching in your chest at the way he was stepping closer to you with every word with the most serious and the most nervous look you’d ever seen grace his face. “What are you saying?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N, so goddamn much that it hurts. I’ve been in love with you for…god, I don’t even know how long now,” Steve was nearly nose to nose with you now, taking your hand and placing it on his chest, right above his jackhammering heart. He didn’t care how many people were watching right now; he was on a roll and there was no way he was going to stop himself. Steve didn’t think he could even if he tried. “This heart is yours, Y/N L/N. It always has been, and it always will be.”

You didn’t even realize there were tears rolling down your cheeks until the rough pads of Steve’s thumbs swiped under your eyes gently. “You’re crying. You’re—shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Then he was backing away quickly, hands trembling in uncertainty at your reaction to his confession, because shit, out of all the times he’d imagined this whole thing going down, not once did he expect you to start crying.

It was damn near impossible for you to find the words to convey the knot of feelings pooling in your gut, so you did the next best thing that you could think of to make Steve understand that you loved him too. You surged forward before he could back off completely, body crashing against his and arms winding around his neck, and you kissed him. Hard. Lovingly, but yeah, still hard.

Steve froze again for what seemed like the hundredth time today, his brain short-circuiting at what was happening at this very moment. You. Him. You were kissing him. In the middle of the parking lot. For pretty much all of Hawkins to see.

Holy shit.

You were kissing him.

Kissing you was better than Steve had ever imagined—and he’d imagined it a lot. You tasted heavenly sweet, like the strawberry chapstick you always wore and the chocolate from the cookies you’d eaten earlier, and it made him weak in the knees. His hands were traveling up and down your back, resting at your waist, pulling you closer, moving like he didn't know what to do with them but didn't want to let you get away. Yours, on the other hand, stayed firmly planted in his hair, which—despite all the products that you'd always seen strewn across his bathroom counter at home—was surprisingly soft to the touch.

It wasn’t until you heard a series of wolf whistles from passing students that you remembered you were in the middle of the parking lot, kissing Steve right out there in the open for everyone to see. And it was that thought that had you pulling away from his addicting lips, pressing your forehead against his as you tried to catch your breath after the kiss had pulled it out of both your chests.

The world felt like it was spinning when you pulled away from him, like you’d just gotten drunk off his kiss, and you missed it already.

“Whoa,” He panted, chest heaving. “What was—you…what was that?”

You gnawed on your lower lip in contemplation, pondering how to word this in the best way. “In the car earlier, you said you wanted to know what I was thinking about.”

“I remember.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Me?” His voice was soft, honey brown eyes lighting up at your words.

“Yeah, you. And how I’m in love with you too.”

“You are?”

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve couldn’t help the dopey grin that stretched across his face at your words. “That—wow, that feels really good. Just hearing you say it.” He chuckled breathlessly, thumbing at your waist. “Can I kiss you again? Please?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“God, that’s even better.”

He leaned in to kiss you again and you gladly reciprocated, subconsciously bringing your hand up to cup his face as he dipped you down slowly. As soon as your palm came in soft contact with his cheek, however, Steve hissed. “Ow, shit—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” You yelped, pulling away from him in a panic. “I forgot!”

“No, it was worth it,” He groaned, wincing slightly as your fingers ghosted across the handprint across his cheek once more. “So worth it.”

“We should probably get some ice on that.” You chuckled, lacing your fingers through his and tugging him towards the car, where Dustin and the rest of the boys were all waiting with crossed arms and smug ass smiles.

“About high time you guys figured it out!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air exasperatedly. “God, I thought I was gonna have to confess for you, Steve.”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve rolled his eyes, but was still smiling nonetheless whilst snaking his arm around your waist. “Get your asses in the car, I’m taking everyone home now.”

“Why, so you can spend more time sucking face with your girlfriend?” teased Lucas, mimicking kissing the air childishly.

“I’ll make you walk, Sinclair!” Lucas pushed past Will into the backseat without another word. “That’s what I thought.”

The rest of the boys were quick to follow, none of them wanting to make the trek all the way home in the dark. You just shook your head amusedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Steve immediately took your hand as soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, resting it on the gearshift with his on top, but not before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. And when you beamed at him lovingly, he couldn’t help it. He leaned over the center console, capturing your lips in a soft kiss without giving two shits about the noises of disgust and retching coming from the boys in the backseat at his lovesick actions.

Because, in a twist of fate that somehow worked in his favor, Steve got the girl. He finally got you, the girl he’d always wanted but never in a million years thought he’d ever be so lucky to call his. The girl that changed the game for him.

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cyberpunkhwx · 10 months

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When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez hyung line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count:

❥Requested? No

Hongjoong:

"Babe! Can I borrow your laptop? I forgot mine at the dorm" Said your boyfriend in the livingroom. You were in the kitchen, making the dinner while Joong was continuing his work from home.

You let out a hum, trusting your boyfriend with your belonging, not minding it at all.

He took it as a green light as he muttered a "Thank you" as he opened your laptop.

As he settled everything down, he found a weird looking tab open. Maybe it was important? He decided to let it be and just open a new tap bit curiosity took better of him.

But the random moaning sound that came put of the tab catching you both off guard, making you come running to your bf.

"Y/N!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE WATCHING YESTERDAY AND TOLD ME ITS JUST ANOTHER ROM-COM MOVIE?"

"MAYBE!"

Silence. No one said a word until he took a deep breath and started again.

"You know we could actually give that position a try you kno- KIM HONGJOONG!- JUST AN IDEA OKAY!!

Ddeonghwa:

It didn't take him long to snap at how "messy" your apartment was. Well, to you, it's pretty normal but your bf definitely disagreed.

"Move your feet y/n"

"agh"

"Don't 'agh' me young lady, I'm here doing you a favour"

"And I'm realllllllyyyyyyy thankful to you babe, I love my responsible boyfriend sooo much"

"T-thanks babe- Wait, Y/L/N Y/N you know this ain't my responsibility right?"

"Yeah yeah sorry my bad"

He huffed, not really pleased with your answer but kept on his work.

"Babe, you gotta update your shopping list"

"My phone is there" you said pointing at your desk with your toes.

"Are you that lazy y/n? C'mon get up" He said going toward your phone. Entering your password and going to find your Note app.

Only to have his eyes blessed with the playing video of a video screaming her lungs out, as she's being pounded like no tomorrow

You suddenly jump out of the bed toward him and try to snach the phone out of his hands.

But as the little shit he is, he held it above your head. Using his height to keep you on your toes as the video is still being played.

"What? Were you watching it yourself at some point? Let's check it together, huh?"

He let out another loud laugh as he heard you whining in his chest.

"We gonna do alot with this video, baby"

Yuyu:

He hasn't been the same since he opened your phone and saw your twitter bookmarks.

Like he knew you can find everything on the bird app but y/n, HIS Y/N?

"Here I thought I've been planning to wife up a cutie not knowing how filthy they were"

He thought to himself smirking as he got up from his position on the chair. Making his way to your shared room. Where you were laying cluelessly.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" He said basically jumping on you, easily towering on you body with his.

"A little bird told me you liked it when I use advantage of my giant self" He said as he slipped his hands to your face.

"Wha-who-w-why would you ever think like that?" You argued, clearly not ready for him to find out this way.

"Deny all you want love, I won't keep you from the endless pleasure I can give you, now that... I know" He whispered the last part as he grinned beside your ear.

Yeosang:

"I never knew you were into Hard-core Bdsm gets fucked on the wal -" you snached the phone out of his hands before he kept reading the title of the tab you left open before using the bathroom.

"How much of that did you see?!" You said Panicked of your boyfriend seeing the kinky side of you.

You always tried to keep ot vanilla. Slow and gentle kissed. Nothing like what your boyfriends eyes just witnessed.

"Enough" He said smiling to himself.

"Is this why you insisted on having empty walls in almost every room? I could do that if you want to, you I do!" He said flexing his arms as he still gave you his goofy smile.

"Emm- ohhh guess what my mom just called and I gotta- it's fine I wasn't planning on doing anything now- Oh... that's- Cuz I'm gonna devour you whole tonight Babe. Wear the lacy once, those you keep under your socks"

He said now taking his own phone and leaving you to "call your mom".

A/n: lemme know how it was!

Requests: Open

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cherry

steve harrington x fem!reader

steve has a habit of ordering your opposite

cw: eating/food, she/her pronouns, steve is so in love, reader struggles making decisions, one slight nsfw comment

wc: 1.1k

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hawkins summers are brutal.

being a landlocked state meant no access to an ocean, otherwise known as the best place to cool off.

steve made sure the two of you avoided lover’s lake like the plague too.

it was crowded, murky, and filled with far too many people that steve would be okay with never seeing again.

you and steve find time together whenever you can. his pool is usually occupied by the party during the day and occasionally the night but with him working at family video and you at the record store, days are often spent dealing with nagging customers instead of each other.

steve calls you while you’re at work. you know he is too, probably bored out of his mind from organizing movies.

both you and him are very grateful neither of your bosses check the phone log. either of you would without a doubt be questioned on the multitudes of calls between family video and jason lee’s music store.

“hey,” he greets. “got any plans for tonight?”

you twirl the phone cord around your finger. “i was hoping my boyfriend was available to hang out but he hasn’t asked me. so i mean i guess i’m free.”

no matter the length you and steve have been dating, the shameless flirting and honeymoon stage hasn’t seemed to waver.

“well if he hasn’t asked you then i guess it’s my time to shine,” he started. “what time do you get off?”

“six ‘clock,” you answer.

“i’ll pick you up then.” he doesn’t explain your plans but you don’t mind. being with steve is enough.

“it’s a date,” you confirm.

you faintly hear the bell chime in the background on his end.

“alright i gotta get going, new wave of customers,” steve groans. “i’ll see you soon, though. i love you!”

you blush. “i love you too.”

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you’re out the door at 6:01, the extra minute needed for clocking out and collecting your things.

just like he promised, steve is waiting in the parking lot. he’s out of the car, leaning against the hood with his arms crossed.

you falter for a moment at his appearance. he’s shed his family video vest, leaving him in just a white t-shirt with two stripes and jeans, specifically the ones that hug his thighs perfectly.

“hi baby,” steve greets. his arms circle around you, pulling you into him as he sighs. “feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.”

you giggle. “i saw you yesterday.”

he shakes his head. “too long.”

the convenience store is right down the road from where you work. steve holds your hand as you walk in, dragging you through the aisles until you get to the back as you laugh.

the slurpee machine is thankfully working though you were sure if it wasn’t, you would’ve heard about it. it once went down during memorial day weekend and every customer that came into your work complained about it. it was brutal.

steve leaves you in the back, letting you know he’s going to grab some other snacks and will be back in a few moments.

you look towards the slurpee machine, head tilting slightly as you watch the drink rotate throughout the barrel.

a hand snaking around your waist snaps you out of your trance.

“what flavor are you going to get, baby?”

he’s pressed so close to you, whispering the question like it’s the most important secret in the world. you know if you call him out on his special awareness, he’ll claim that ‘this is the one time it’s cool enough in public for me to hold you.’ you don’t mind. steve’s your boy, the closeness is nice.

“i dunno,” you mumble. small decisions like this stress you out.

his hand around you squeezes your hip. silent reassurance.

it takes a few moments for you to pick. both look good and you take your time clicking your tongue to imagine what flavor you taste.

“cherry,” you finally decide, pointing to the side with the red slush.

“good choice,” he compliments.

steve kisses your forehead before stepping forward. like the gentleman he is, he grabs two cups, larges, and fills them up; one cherry and one blue raspberry.

he pays too and you pout. “i wanted to treat you.”

“next time,” steve promises, pressing his lips quickly to yours.

you know he’s lying.

you settle back into the passenger's seat of his car. steve’s slurpee sits firmly in the cupholder. his hand falls down to your leg and you squirm when his cold fingers touch your thigh. steve finds it hilarious.

it takes you a bit to get to your destination. once arriving, steve parks at the edge of the quarry.

it’s cooled down significantly, allowing steve to shut of the car’s ac and roll the windows down. it’s still sticky out but the cold slurpee in your hand helps that.

tears for fears plays softly out of the bmw’s sound system. you know it’s from the cassette you gifted him. perks of working at a record store.

you talk quietly back and forth about wherever comes to mind: your work schedule, the stars, plans for the weekend. but then you go quiet.

“hey stevie?”

“yeah baby?”

when you don’t immediately respond, steve’s head lolls to meet your eyes.

you’re curled up in the passenger's seat, legs tucked to your chest and head resting against the cool leather. you’re staring at him. he’s surprised he hasn’t felt your gaze until this point. but that’s how things typically are between the two of you; silence is never uncomfortable.

steve rests his hand on your naked knee, thumb rubbing back and forth. “everything okay?”

you nod, biting your lip to suppress a giggle.

“can we trade?” you smile and for a second steve thinks you don’t realize what you’re doing.

he sighs, though a smile tugs at the edges of his lips.

“of course, baby.”

you grin as he hands his blue raspberry slurpee and he takes your cherry one. success.

“you know, if you weren’t so cute i wouldn’t have traded,” steve huffs.

he’ll never admit it, or maybe not anytime in the future, but he makes it a point to order the opposite of what you get.

if you’re out to eat and decide on a salad, steve will get a burger with extra fries. you pick chocolate ice cream and steve is ordering vanilla (with sprinkles). whatever you decide, even if steve doesn’t want it, he gets the contrast.

so, when you inevitably ask to switch, your other option is always your favorite.

like now, when blue raspberry seems like the better flavor over cherry.

“come on stevie. you should know that my favorite color is purple,” you titter, poking your tongue out to show the result of mixing the two slurpees.

steve beams.

“i do baby, i do.”

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man of the month part 10: november

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Summary: You start planning for contingencies as you realize that after today, Loki will figure out that you have feelings for him.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (almost there…)

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: language (sorry not sorry, Rogers); sad Scopes hours; a tiny bit of steaminess at the end

Things to be aware of: mutual pining; idiots in love

"Come on, Scopes, you gotta stop being so hard on yourself," Shaun tried to console you as he helped you load the backdrops on a pipe, prepping for Strange's shoot today. "Barnes seems to be a pretty chill guy, he'll get over it in no time. Pretty sure he's not gonna have a hard time finding someone more than willing to try making him forget all about you."

"Gee thanks, Shaun," you deadpanned. "Real stroke to my ego right there hearing that I'm easily forgettable."

"I didn't say you were forgettable, Y/N. I'm saying there isn't a shortage of women willing to try --"

"Relax, Xu. I'm kidding. I know what you meant." The visible relief on his face quickly had you both chuckling and struggling to properly prop up the backdrop. "But honestly, though, you should have seen his face," you went on, a more serious tone coloring your words. "It was like I took his puppy and tossed it into traffic."

"I'm sure it can't have been that--"

"Actually, you know what, no. It's worse. It's like I gave him a puppy that he would grow to love with every fibre of his being and then one day I just upped and chose violence, taking that puppy from him, tying him to a chair and making him watch as I fed it to a meat grinder."

"Okay that's the last time we watch the SAW movies to 'unwind'," he commented, a queasy look coloring his face as he imagined the scenario you just described. "I'm almost afraid to ask but…where exactly am I in this grotesque mental image of yours?"

You gave him a wicked smirk before you answered, "In the kitchen. Cooking chili."

"You're demented."

"And you chose to be my friend, so I guess you're stuck with me." You finished putting up the final backdrop on the roll for Strange to choose from for his shoot. "So…anything I should be aware of today?" You weren't afraid of Stephen, not by a long shot. But after yesterday's session with Bucky you thought it best to at least have an idea of where the doctor stood emotionally when it came to you.

"All I know is that he likes you," he answered. "And he's holding out hope that since everyone so far walked out rejected, that hopefully it's him." Shaun looked to the door to see if anyone was nearby before saying in a more conspiratorial tone, "Little do they know you literally saved the best for last."

That was the shoot you were terribly afraid of. Tomorrow's. Loki's. At the end of Strange's shoot, he would know that it's him; he was the one you'd had feelings for. The one you were in love with.

And he would laugh in your face. Or perhaps he would be less cruel about it and just reiterate how tits deep in the friendzone you were, and that there was no way you would ever get out of it.

The look on Shaun's face morphed into one of concern. "Scopes?" You didn't reply. "Y/N?" Still nothing. "Tweety…"

"Huh?"

"I lost you for a second there. Where'd you go?"

"He's gonna know today," you answered him, your tone sullen and despondent. "Strange is gonna come out of his shoot, say it's not him, and everyone will know who it is. He's gonna know today and I'll never be able to look him in the eye again." Tears began to prick at the backs of your eyes as you could feel your heart splintering. "Maybe we should get someone on standby. In case he doesn't show tomorrow. Ghosts me completely."

"Tweety I really don't think--"

"Hey Babes. Hey Shaun. You two wanna go get brunch before Stephen's shoot?" You looked over at the door to find Wanda and Vision, along with Natasha, standing right outside your studio and looking up at you and Shaun tiptoeing on tall ladders with barely any support if one of you were to topple over where you stood.

"Hey Babes. Sure just let us get down from here and we'll join you." You looked over at the synthezoid standing by Wanda. "You joining us, Vishawn?"

"Tweety why would you use that, you know--"

"I know, Wan, I know. I've probably been hanging out too much with Sam. That reminds me, Vishaw--I mean, Vision…" you corrected yourself as Wanda playfully glared at you. "If ever we'd be in need of a substitute, you'd be available, yeah?"

"That would be correct, Agent Y/L/N," he answered you. "Although I do not believe that you would be in need of one--"

"I know, I'm just making sure I have my contingencies in place, you know?" you tried to explain as you took a step down from the ladder, causing it to wobble from its instability. "Could one of you hold this stable? And maybe someone else do the same for Shaun?"

"No need, little Tweety bird," the martial artist said casually as he practically flew off his ladder, landing safely on the ground.

"Show off," you grumbled, scrunching your nose and sticking your tongue out in his direction, earning you an amused look and a similar expression back. You took another step down carefully, the ladder nearly tipping over completely to the side had it not been for you putting all your body weight toward the opposite direction, stabilizing it once more. But only barely.

"Oh my fuck. Y/N!" you heard a new voice from by the door before you felt a fabric wrap around you as you were safely lifted upward and away from the ladder, and then placing you safely on the ground. You looked at Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders, the lapels smoothing your flyaway hairs and then proceeding to fluff it out as the sorcerer approached you. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm--I'm fine, Stephen. Thanks." You found yourself quickly returning the fond smile that he gave you, keeping yourself planted firmly on the ground as his cape seemed to push you toward its master. "You're here early."

"Just wanted to stop by and ask what time you wanted me." You raised an eyebrow at his wording, your friends leaning back with playful smirks on their faces as they eyed him. The former neurosurgeon suddenly stammered, "I-I mean, fuck. I mean what time you wanted me to come over. For the shoot."

"Relax, Strange," you chuckled at his suddenly nervous demeanor. "I know what you meant I'm just fucking with you." A grin broke through on his face as he visibly relaxed. "That's better…We were actually on our way out to brunch so…probably later at around 2pm sound good?"

"Sounds good. But nobody talk about food around me. You're about to feast on plates of bacon and french toast, while I'm here eating like a damn rabbit trying to make sure my abs don't get camera shy."

His words had brought a genuine smile to your face, something you hadn't been able to do for the last few days, and had you feeling a bit more like yourself. The you before this entire project even began and Stark decided to spill your secret that was bound to get out by the end of the day.

Goddamn Stark, I should've kept the code that had FRIDAY calling you Daddy for this.

"Just stay away from the carbs," you offered. "At least until the shoot's over and then you can gorge on all the bread and pasta you want, I promise." You turned toward your friends, who were now looking at you with an almost teasing expression. "Let's go?"

Hearing your name exclaimed in such a panicked manner had Loki sprinting from his seat at the kitchen island toward the door to your studio. Whatever got the former Midgardian healer to seem so worried about you was most definitely his concern as well. You may have been acting peculiar since yesterday which he couldn't quite rationalize for the life of him, but that did not take away from the fact that he still loved you and your safety would always be his priority.

When he got to the door of your studio, however, you were already safely on the ground, Strange's cape wrapped around your shoulders with the lapels primping at your hair, the rest of it making a visible effort to nudge you toward the sorcerer.

Perhaps his brother had been right after all. It was truly down to Strange and himself, considering that Barnes had walked out the night before unsuccessful in his attempt to woo you. And from the way you'd acted around him yesterday, the god was convinced that the super soldier was secretly a strong contender.

But it seemed that he'd found out before his appointment with you even came that he was ultimately to lose in this endeavor. It was the former healer. Strange.

And his dreaded suspicions were all but confirmed when he saw you speaking with the other man, your whole demeanor so glaringly comfortable compared to how you behaved when you were around the god. And your smile. The one he hadn't seen since this project even began. The one he thought you only had reserved for those closest to you.

You'd given that smile to Strange.

Perhaps the game was already over. A winner had already been determined before he even had his chance to test the waters with you. Of course it wouldn't be him. It was foolish of him to think that someone as good as you would ever harbor emotions for him that ran as deep as his for you.

That was a fantasy he simply was not deserving of.

All he could do was at least bask in the brief moment where he could see that smile of yours again. Even if it was given to someone else. He watched, frozen in his stupor, as you walked out of your studio still adorning the sentient cape, that wondrous moment where you illuminated his world with your radiant grin shattered as the expression on your face faded into one of hesitation as your eyes met his.

And in that moment he could swear his heart had fractured, too.

"Oh uh…hi, Loki," you stammered, your gaze fidgeting as if you'd become incapable of maintaining eye contact.

"Good morning, Y/N." He wanted to stab himself at how formal the atmosphere felt around you two ever since Banner's shoot. Things had felt so strained ever since that day, and what made it exponentially worse was that he couldn't pinpoint a reason why. All he knew was that yesterday morning when he saw you, before you disappeared into Barnes's chambers for the soldier's session with you, he had compelling reason to believe that you'd been crying.

Was it over your studio being ruined? Most probably not. He knew that you were not the time that would become so overcome with emotion over that. It was an inconvenience, absolutely. But it wasn't worth sobbing so hard that your eyes were rimmed with red.

Besides, the studio was all but finished now. It would be ready for you once more before Strange even appeared for his session after lunch.

"Are you alright?" The confusion on your face prompted him to say more. "I heard Strange call for you in a panic--"

"Oh that," you cut him off, your tone deceptively nonchalant. "Nearly fell off the ladder. No biggie. Levy kept me safe." You motioned toward the cape as you said the last part, the lapels now set on your cheeks and shaking your head. "Oh you don't like that name?" More vigorous shaking. "You'll get used to it." One of the lapels lightly tapped you on the cheek.

"Hey how come you're nicer to her than you are to me?" The ends of the cape made a motion as if shrugging at the sorcerer before resting at your sides once more.

"Strange, isn't there a command or something to get this to return to you? I don't know it just…feels weird. Like I'm wearing something I shouldn't be." He snapped his fingers and the garment twisted off your shoulders and went flying back to its master, sending your body twisting in the same direction from the momentum.

Loki made the split second decision to intercept you from that path, stepping forward and placing his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes that it took all his strength to not throw caution into the wind, frame your face with his hands and press his lips to yours. Even if he wouldn't be the one to ultimately win your heart, he wanted you to know that you held his. There was never a competition. There never would be.

"Thanks, Mischief," you mumbled, awkwardly ducking and shuffling out of his hold. He resisted the urge that arose in him to reach for you again. You turned and reached your hand out towards Romanoff and walked toward the elevator, leaving him standing with the sorcerer.

"So it looks like it's down to the two of us," Strange commented, holding out a hand as a show of sportsmanship. "May the best man win?"

Loki merely scoffed as he turned and walked back toward his chambers. "I am no mere man."

You returned to the Tower in better spirits than when you left. That last interaction with Loki was so excessively awkward that it really threw you off kilter. It almost felt as if he already knew that it was him and he was doing everything in his power to retain what semblance of a friendship you had.

Would you even want to remain friends with him when he finally knew and he chose to say and do nothing and instead just put in an effort to ensure you both at least remained friends? No. Probably not.

With your studio good as new after Tony made sure to have everything repaired and replaced, you had all your resources available to you again. A far cry from yesterday at your shoot with Bucky where the entire thing took place in the bathroom in his apartment, which probably contributed further to the emotional train wreck of a session all that turned out to be.

Straining to clear your thoughts, you took a good look around the studio, assessing each set carefully to see which would fit Vision best. Might as well ready the contingency because you were almost completely sure that tomorrow your heart would break waiting in here for absolutely nothing and no one to show up for the December shoot.

You knew that he had a more human-presenting form, something he learned from early on in his relationship with Wanda so that she would not be subject to the condescending looks of those who passed her on the streets when they walked together hand in hand. More likely than not, he'd be using that, and he gave off more 'distinguished professor' vibes with that version of him, so you mulled over the study, trying to see what would work for him and what could be taken out now.

You'd been so focused on your current train of thought that you barely registered the sound of your door opening, the sound of footsteps and fabric whoosh-ing being what caught your attention.

"Scopes," Stephen greeted in a playful tone. "How was your brunch?"

His question once again had you smiling at how laid back the atmosphere was around him. "It was good, Strange. Thanks." You pointed toward the bare set with only a background and he snapped his fingers at his cape, making the garment stay put as he took his place on the set, sitting down on the chair you'd placed there this morning, legs stretched out as he manspread and leaned his torso slightly toward one side. Relieved at how quickly he'd taken to getting comfortable with a pose, you clicked away at your camera from a few angles, hoping one of them would be good.

"Hey, have you never been curious why there's half a vintage car in here?" he asked pointing at the display piece a few meters away from the bedroom set.

"Honestly? I chalked it off to Tony being Tony. Remember the man had a phase of when he believed something was ridiculous yet 'unique' he'd immediately go 'I need it. Buy it.' That's probably one of those pieces."

"And you never thought of using it?" You shrugged your answer; none of the previous sessions ever even considered branching out, and it wasn't your place to tell them which sets they would be posing in. After all, the entire point of the shoots were whatever they were comfortable with.

You did, however, use the car in your pre-calendar 'test shoots' with Wanda and Nat. And the resulting shots made you desperately wish that at least one of the twelve men would want to at least have a few shots done there.

"If I wanted to use it, what would we need?" You took a few covert shots at Strange as he talked, hoping that the casual demeanor he had would translate in the photos because it captured the sorcerer's effortless charm quite well.

"I'd have to either bring the blinds down so that the sun wouldn't be glaring into the lens and ruining the shot to Kingdom Come, or bring the half-car over here. You got any magic spells that could swing that?"

"I might have something better." He stood up and walked out of the studio, calling for someone to come over and help the two of you with something. A few moments later, you heard the unmistakable heavy strides of Thor fast approaching.

"Lady Y/N! Master Strange! How can I be of assistance?"

You pointed toward the half of the '67 Chevy Impala. "Could you bring that over to this side of the studio? We wanna use it for his shoot."

The blond god walked over to the piece. "Certainly. Though I do have to ask…While I am always happy to help you, my si--my friend," he stammered. He seemed to have caught himself before he said another word, but he hadn't said more than the beginning of a syllable, so you couldn't for the life of you figure out what the real word would have been. "Why didn't you call for my brother instead?"

You bit your tongue at the realization that Thor knew about your feelings for Loki. Memories of the June photoshoot haunted your mind now, of how you flat out admitted that you liked his brother. Too much, you even said. And for some reason he believed that those feelings were requited. Precious dummy.

"I erm…Strange was the one who called. Not me," you evaded his question. In truth had you been the one to step out, you'd have made the same call. "I-I didn't even know he was outside."

The god of thunder lifted the half of car seemingly without much effort and began to bring it toward the front of the studio, taking slow, careful steps as he struggled to see where he was going. "He is always outside, Lady Y/N. Those who do not know better may even take to believing that he'd begun to live on that portion of the couch. Stark even made a comment about how the cushions may already have a permanent impression of his buttocks…?"

You chortled at the mental image, making a note to check the couch for such a mark. Out of pure curiosity, of course.

He put down the fragment of the vintage car down near the set that you were just using with a goofy triumphant smile on his face. "Will you be needing my assistance elsewhere, my friend?" You shook your head at him. "Then I suppose I will take my leave. Lady Y/N. Master Strange."

"Thanks, Thunder." You waved at him as he walked out of the studio. You turned back towards Strange, who'd taken the initiative to place the chair he was previously occupying down in front of the opening of the half-car. "Alright, Doctor." You motioned toward the backseat. "Take a seat. Let's try to get this done as soon as possible so you can go eat. Y'know. Do it for the pizza."

"Hah. Right," he chuckled, unbuttoning the first button on his shirt and pulling on one side before taking a seat in the back half of the Impala. You clicked away on your camera as he adjusted his seating, having a feeling that his official shot would be one of the more casual, candid shots rather than the ones he posed for. "Would you like to join me, Y/N?"

You put your camera down, your smile faltering as you saw him intently looking at you, waiting for your answer. "O-Oh. I uhh…"

The smile on his face lost its brilliance, fading into one more consistent with someone trying to handle disappointment without making it too obvious. "So it's Laufeyson?"

You figured there was no point hiding it anymore. He was the only one left. You nodded your answer. "I'm sorry, Stephen." His eyebrows furrowed together in visible disappointment, looking away from you. You couldn't fathom for the life of you why you took a shot of him looking like that, but you did. "And I know it's stupid. He hates everyone, he hates his brother, so spare me the speech. I'm a stupid little mortal. Alert the press."

"I wasn't going to say that, Scopes." He stood up, his tone sounding more like that of a consoling friend as you walked over to your computer to plug in the memory card from the camera. "I was just going to say that if ever you two got together we'd have two world record breaking relationships in the team."

"Oh yeah? How so?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm as you entertained his ridiculous hypothetical of you and Loki becoming an item.

"Well we already have Rhodes and Danvers with the universe's longest distance relationship." His quip had you chuckling despite the impending heart-shattering conclusion to this project fast approaching. You could feel it more and more now that the moment he'd walk out and inform everyone that it wasn't him came closer and closer. "And then if you and Laufeyson became a thing? We'd have the universe's largest age gap relationship."

You nearly spat out your water. "Strange--!"

"I mean I don't think anyone can top a thousand and three hundred years, give or take, so I think it's safe to say that that record would be yours. You even beat out Thor and Foster." His comments had you full on cracking up now, for some reason becoming much funnier once he brought up Thor and his currently long distance relationship with his own girlfriend.

"Ohh god…" you groaned. "You think Jane would kill me if I told her when she gets back that I saw her boyfriend naked?"

"Are you kidding?" he shot back at you. "This is Thor we're talking about. Jane probably already knew about the calendar the second Stark announced it. And she probably already knows that you saw everything that her boyfriend had to offer. He tells her everything. L'amour and all that."

When the pictures finished importing into your computer, you pulled all his shots up on the screen. "Pick your poison, Doc."

"I see what you're doing, you know," he teased. "Trying to avoid the conversation about Mr Golden Horns. What is it?" He laid a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at him. "Oh. You still think it's one sided, don't you?"

"Come on, Strange, I know it is. Just pick your shot. Please."

He pointed at the last shot you took. "I like the melancholia."

"Plus your fans are gonna be screamin' and creamin' from the little bit of exposed chest they get from this."

"That's just--Ugh, gross, Scopes. How'd you get so crass?"

"Hung around too much with Sam. And then started hanging around with Shaun to add some flavor." He gave you a fond smile before redoing the undone button on his shirt and straightening it out before proceeding to begin to walk away. "Hey, Strange?"

"Yeah, Y/N?"

"Is there any chance you could…postpone telling them? Just until tomorrow?"

A sad smile graced his features as he shook his head. "You know I can't. They'll figure it out anyways if I walk out of here anything less than ecstatic."

Tears began to prick at the back of your head once again as the inevitability sank in. This was it. Loki would know in a matter of minutes. "Gotcha. It's all good. Thanks, Strange."

"If he doesn't want you back, it's his loss," he uttered, his tone once again consoling. "You're an incredible woman. It's…the whole reason I said yes to Stark's ridiculous project. I wanted to try and see if maybe you got to know me a bit better…"

"That's…that was really sweet of you, Stephen." You grimaced as the look in his eyes became somber. "Fuck, it never feels good turning someone down. I'm really sorry," you sighed as he gave you a clearly forced smile. His attempt at trying to make it easier for you, which just made you feel even worse. "I suppose tomorrow I get to know how you all felt. Taste of my own medicine and all that."

"He's an idiot if he rejects you, Y/N. Remember that." You answered him with a forced smile of your own. "And if ever he really does prove that he's the biggest idiot on the team, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on…" He clicked his tongue and gave you a playful wink as he raised his shoulder. "I'm available."

His antics somehow found a way to elicit a giggle from you. "Thanks, Strange. You know, Stark did say that he was so sure of this turning out well for me that if he was wrong, I had full permission to beat his ass in one of his Iron Man suits, so at least I have that to look forward to."

"Atta girl. Do you want me to go tell Horns that his appointment's tomorrow or do you wanna do it?"

You groaned at even the thought of having to face Loki after this shoot. "Might as well, right? I'll do it. You go on ahead, Strange. I'm sorry you have to be the sorry fucker to seal my fate."

"I'm sorry, too."

And with those words, he walked out of the studio. Leaving you alone with your computer and your fears of rejection intensifying by the second.

There was truly no viable reason why Loki chose to still stay at his usual seat waiting for Strange's appointment with you to conclude. He already knew the answer to all this. Strange would emerge victorious and he would have to face you tomorrow without you even realizing that his heart had shattered the night before.

Should he even bother with telling you of his affections? He did not wish to put you in an uncomfortable spot especially since you were already adjusting to your new reality where you were starting a new relationship with the sorcerer.

Strange finally emerged from your studio, the smile on his face inconsistent with that of someone who'd just won your heart, but it unnerved the god nonetheless.

"So it's you," he huffed. "I suppose congratulations are in order." He stood and held out his hand. "I suggest you hurry before I change my mind and break your jaw with it instead."

"Oh fuck me," he grumbled, breaking into chuckles that sounded a mix of strained, relieved, and disappointed all at once. "You're in love with her. Oh this is rich. This is some Hallmark, Lifetime level shit."

"Strange, what--"

"It's not me, Frosty." His heart pounded in his chest at the words.

He couldn't find it in himself to utter the words. To even think it possible that the answer was… "It's me?"

Strange took his hand and gave it a single shake. "Congratulations. Try not to rub it in all our faces tomorrow. Who am I kidding? You'll probably walk out of here carrying her bridal style."

The sorcerer walked away f rom him and further into the tower right as the door to your studio opened again and you poked your head out of the doorway, the hesitation in your eyes returning as your gaze met his.

Oh, my darling Y/N. Was that the reason behind your discomfort all this time? You thought your feelings unreturned?

"Uhh, h-hey, Mischief. You good for doing the shoot tomorrow?"

It took all his strength not to walk over and just make you completely his right this moment, offering only a smile your way instead. "Yes, darling. I'll see you tomorrow."

You ducked back in to your studio with a quiet "Okay", leaving him slumped back in his seat, thinking about how he could steer his appointment with you tomorrow. The things he could do in order for things to lead to him finally getting to tell you the words.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered into the empty waiting area.

As the hours passed and you still hadn't reemerged from your studio, Loki concluded that you'd probably fallen asleep in there once more, surrounded by your work. But instead of walking over and pressing his hand to the door, silently bidding you goodnight, he made the decision to walk in there instead and check in on you.

He found you laying on the floor, pages of the calendar strewn out around you in varying sizes, your tablet near your right arm. Your chest rose and fall in perfectly even intervals, telling him that you'd fallen fast asleep, but the furrow in your brows told him that you were at some level of discomfort.

"Oh my darling mortal," he whispered, picking you up and into his arms, causing you to stir as your arm instinctively hooked itself over his shoulder.

"Who--"

"It's only me, Y/N. I'm bringing you to bed." Your tiny giggle at his words nearly had his resolve crumbling. "To sleep, my love." He bit his tongue at his own words, thanking the Norns that you were too deep in the hold of your slumber to remember much of this encounter.

You grumbled against him, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck as he walked up the steps leading to your chambers. Loki couldn't help but smile as he caught the words "no fun" in the midst of your incoherent protests. Once he made it into your bedroom and laid you on your bed, you became a touch more restless in your sleep.

"What is it, darling?" His voice became clipped, more strained, as you squirmed and whimpered in reaction to him tucking your blanket under you. "Truly testing my resolve, aren't you, little mortal?" You mumbled more incoherent words, making him sigh in temporary defeat. He would talk to you tomorrow. "Sleep well, my love." He pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before he turned and made his way out of your chambers.

"Mmph…love," you sighed as you began to wriggle out of the hold of your blanket. "I wish Loki loved me back."

He crossed the distance to you once more, leaning down and placing his lips barely an inch away from your ear. "I do, my darling Y/N. I do." Your breathing began to grow heavy as he whispered the words into your ear. "My darling girl, tomorrow I will make you mine. You will know without a shadow of a doubt that you have my heart. That you have consumed my every thought, waking and dreaming."

You began to stir some more, starting to turn your face towards his, causing him to splay his fingers lightly along your jaw, keeping you in place. Your chest heaved, little whimpers escaping your lips.

"Tomorrow, my love." He touched his forehead to your temple. "Words will never be enough to adequately tell you of how I love you, so I will prove to you my affections. Show you how you possess my heart, my devotion, my pleasure. There will not be an inch of your precious form that will go untouched, unloved. By tomorrow's end you will share my bed, lay in my arms, and I will never let you go." He pressed a kiss to the skin below your ear, eliciting a moan that had him quickly hardening in his trousers.

"Vixen," he grumbled against your skin, pressing another kiss to the same spot. "Rest tonight, darling. You'll need your strength." You whimpered once more, the heavy implications of his words seeming to have reached you even in your current state. He moved to hover his lips over the base of your throat. "Just one more. To tide me over until I have you tomorrow. Until you're mine. Forever."

He pressed a kiss to your skin, both hearing and feeling the delicious moan you let out. Gods, that alone took a Herculean effort for him to pull his lips away from you, to wait until the next day for him to conduct a proper seduction. One that neither of you would forget. When he had pulled away — albeit reluctantly — and once again was at the door leading out of your bedroom, he turned toward you one final time. "Sweet dreams, my love. Until tomorrow."

A/N: Sing it with me everybody, he knows he knows and I know he knows…

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 7 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐.

word count: 2.962k trigger warning: lots of cursing, drugs, smoking, one word of fat-shaming (it's that hippie on the movie so don't work up on it), bad flirting, nikki calls y/n 'princess'

waking up somewhere strange wasn't unusual for y/n. only triggering. it seems like the substance won again.

where the fuck i am? remembering some rockers and that she quit her job, she sat up in the bed... the bed?! what the fuck happened last night? lifting the blanket, her clothes were on her, including her jacket. only her shoes were missing. looking around, it wasn't her place, but she didn't put shame on herself as she lit a cigarette from the box that was on the floor. her shoes were also there, so nobody stole them. great. it wasn't hangover, rather weariness. walking out from the bedroom, she found nikki laying on the couch. the sunbeams painted his skin gold. at least he wasn't dead.

turning away from him, she looked into the mirror in front of her. her hair was messy, and she really looked like a homeless people. a stylish homeless people, the blood from her nose dried on her lips and her chin, dark circles under her eyes, probably the makeup.

"jesus fuck..." she whispered. anyway, she gotta call jessica, hopefully she's worried about her runaway friend. opening the front door, y/n saw a telephone on the street, right in front of the house. walking down on the steel stairs, she found some coins in her pocket. dialing their landline, she waited until jessica picked it up. brushing her hair, she leaned on the phone station.

"y/n, is that you?"

"how did you know it's me?" not the usual conversation to start, but at least she knew y/n got away.

"you weren't here and you didn't say a word. where are you? and what was that yesterday?"

the sun was too bright, it tried to carve out her eyes.

"i'm... i'm at a guy, i don't exactly know where, but i think it's still in los angeles. and... i quit yesterday."

"you got away with those guys?" y/n grimaced at the question.

"with those fuckface-brads? hell no!"

jessica laughed at the end of the line.

"no, silly. those rockers guys."

"oh... yeah, them! nikki and... tommy i think? i'm at nikki's. listen, i don't have any coins, so i'm going home some day and picking up my stuff."

"how so?"

"i'm moving out. see you at home, jess." with that, she put the phone down, exhaling, she found sunglasses in her other pocket, and her cigarettes. in the other, she found a... wallet? oh yeah, she pocketed it from last night in the big chaos. tucking the bills into her bra, lightning one cigarette, she didn't know what to do. how to get a new job, how to get more money... what if this shit with nikki and those others gonna work out? it's such a stupid idea to hold into dreams and fictions, and the chance is 1 to 99, but what if that one is the winner? and what's gonna come after that?

an old man walk by her, staring at her like she was homeless. well, she was, but at least she was a hot homeless.

"what the fuck are you staring at?"

as she stood there, she knew she gotta go back to tell nikki that she's gonna be there. or, maybe after picking up her clothes, she's moving to him. she was ready to sleep with a knife either, if he wanted to have sex, but at this point, maybe getting aids from a third, from the plaid they slept in was a bigger danger.

"you still here?" she heard nikki from behind. turning around, she sat down to his legs.

"i just called my roommates. and i really hope that band-shit comes together because i don't know what to do."

nikki rubbed his eyes, nodding.

"we're gonna meet at noon, i called two guys, and tommy. you're gonna be here too, to test your voice at the songs."

"that's fine. listen, nikki, i..." y/n started, but then she shook her head.

"what is it, y/n?" he turned to her.

"nah, forget it." can i live at your place because i become a homeless chick and my only chance is your fucking visionary band?

"you can tell me everything, princess." he winked at her, making her rolling her eyes while smiling. "are you hungry? we can eat somewhere if you want... or steal something because i don't have any bucks, sorry."

y/n reached into her bra cup, picking out the stack of money she just put there. nikki's face lighted up.

"do you want traditional or some exotic?"

♡

"where did you get that money?" nikki asked while picking up his bottle.

"i stole it from those assholes yesterday."

"really? you do it on regular basis or was this a special occasion?" y/n smirked, shaking her head while munching on her pancakes.

"i lost my job, they lost their money. i think we're equal."

"you just amaze me more and more."

y/n looked away. she didn't like when other people saw her blushing.

"you can't like someone like me. i'm way too troubleful, you'd throw out my stuff after two days. i'm a shitty person with shitty problems."

"i'm a shitty person with shitty problems too. the question is, can you sing good enough this noon." nikki brushed her hand. she didn't know if it was accidental or on purpose.

"how good should i be? i sang in the chore of my schools and the orphanage, but i don't know if smoking and drinking soiled it."

they looked at each other.

"well", nikki started, "we'll see. but we need a makeup artist also, so if that doesn't work... we still have a job for you."

y/n smiled at that. why did he want to keep her?

at noon, they walked back to his apartment, y/n decided to pick up her stuff after the 'rehearsal'. sitting on the couch, she waited for tommy to stomp in with a beer in her head, sunglasses on her eyes, her coat still on. instead of him, a fat guy with blonde hair stepped in, making her lift her eyebrows.

"sorry dude, i think you're at the wrong rent. we didn't organize any hippie parties, so-"

"y/n, you already met o'dean?" nikki came after the guy. pulling up her eyebrows again, y/n nodded.

"yeah." standing up and going after nikki, y/n took off her sunglasses. "sorry, but are you fucking kidding? this guy is lamest ass i've ever seen. ain't no way we're gonna work out well." she tried to be as quiet as possible, but she tried to talk some sense into her new friend's head.

"do you really think?" nikki said, searching for his guitar and the cords.

"anybody who's coming right after him is gonna be the perfect with an electronic guitar, but not him."

"just try out! at least someone's coming. but i called someone else too, mick... mars? i think that's his name."

"i bet in one pound of cocaine that he's gonna be better than this guy." she ended the conversation, coughing some to regain her voice. come on, it's like riding a bike, isn't it? once you learn it, you can never forget.

"what song would you like to sing to test your song?" nikki asked her as she walked back. y/n shrugged her shoulder.

"whatever you want."

in that moment, tommy came in too, bringing up his drummer kit too.

"hey guys! is this the new dude?" he asked, placing down the stuff, giving a high five to y/n.

"i think so." tommy saw on her face the slight grimace, but chose to ignore it.

"sorry, but what is she doing here?" y/n laughed at the guy's question. what was his name? she didn't even care.

"i'm the pre-singer, dude. that my rehearsal, just as yours." how can she hate someone just by his presence and his question?

after nikki came back, he chose her 'paint it black' by rolling stones. "really?" y/n asked, looking at him.

"we're gonna try it with more rocks then the original." it meant that she had to have a stronger voice and wide scale of notes.

she pulled a wicked grin on her lips.

"don't even believe for a second."

the first strings of the guitar resonated through her lungs and throat, and she knew that this is gonna be her entrance into nikki's band.

♡ 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 ♡

i see a red door and i want it painted black no colors anymore i want them to turn black

i see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes i have to turn my head until my darkness goes

y/n's voice was better than he expected. keeping out strong high notes and variating without any bigger problems, she aced the verses as they kept playing, filling the whole room with her voice, maybe people heard it on the streets, too. turning around at the second half of the song, she looked into his eyes, coming up to him like a diva.

no more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue i could not foresee this thing happening to you

then, as they picked up the drums and the strings again, she began to shake her head and her hips, turning back like there was a real audience. how did this girl not settle into a band faster? she was nearly better than any 'singer' he worked with in his previous bands, but she never heard a girl sing like this, like joan jett, but in the near, no girl wanted to be joan jett. but y/n... she's something else. something new. something bitter and fiery, sparkling and bombing.

if i look hard enough into the setting sun my love will laugh with me before the morning comes

maybe he was falling into love with her.

the song ended, the girl turned and bended before them, just like she was a real singer in a real band. clapping to her, she smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

"fuck, it was almost better than sex."

nodding, nikki went to get himself a beer, tommy right after him.

"did you like it?" nikki asked him, picking out two beers.

"dude, it was fucking awesome! are we gonna really have a girl as a frontman? well, frontwoman, but anyway!"

"i still want a dude, you know. but... if they sing, maybe we can change vocalists from song to song, because i need y/n, and i need somebody else." he lamented, making tommy nod.

"okay, but please, keep her. i've never heard someone sing like that."

"me neither, dude. me neither."

did he really said 'i need her'?

♡ 𝐘/𝐍 ♡

"bang bang, bitch!" she said after a couple of hours when the hippie was kicked out, closing the door with a bang! after him. mick mars was in, and she was snickering when she heard her solo while sitting on the couch a couple minutes ago.

"what was so funny, little girl? you probably never heard any pro instruments."

y/n shook her head, smirking.

"it was fucking awesome, man. i just said to nikki, that anybody who steps in this room after that guy can be better than him." mick nodded at her words, placing down the guitar.

"nice to know that our singer is also a witch. mick mars." he reached his for her to shake. y/n accepted it, standing up.

"two in one, y/n y/l/n."

now, it was the time to search for a singer. like, a man. she at first found it interesting that just her wasn't enough for the band, but she was lucky that nikki even considered to take her in, and she didn't want a useless conflict in the beginning, so she just kept quiet.

"so... someone mind telling me who's gonna be the other singer in this band?" mick asked. y/n was curious too, leaning her head on her palm.

"well, we already have a crazy, joan jett and aretha franklin-mixed rock chick, so we need is a dude that looks like david lee roth with a vibe like david bowie, and i'm not about to settle for some regular looking, normal sounding asshole."

"so... we're looking for a skinny, blond fucker with moves."

y/n didn't know guys like the one nikki and mick visioned. or, she knew but she ended up in a big fight with him. so... nope, she didn't know anyone.

"wait, guys. i think i know our guy, dudes."

riding in mick's car, y/n sat in the back with tommy. looking at him, she lit a cigarette.

"do you want some?"

"yeah, thanks." he responded, y/n lit it for him. "you were fucking cool, y/n. with you on our side, we can't lose!"

"thanks, toms." she smiled, blowing out the smoke. "and who is your friend? you know, the david lee roth and david bowie-mixed one."

"oh, we were friends in high school. his name is vince, he was the coolest dude i've ever known, so i hope that he's gonna join us."

"yeah", y/n nodded at that, throwing out the butt of the cigarette. "i hope so, too."

arriving to the place tommy told to mick, it was a pool party. this is not what i signed up for, she thought, and as she stepped out from the car, she and mick looked at each other. she was sure that they thought the same thing: are you fucking serious? and the song that was playing...

"fucking my kind of lover? you serious, tommy?" she asked, looking at him through her sunglasses.

"don't you like the song, princess?" nikki asked, stepping beside her. y/n rolled her eyes, then sneaked her arm into the crook of his elbow.

"my trash ex listened to it too. not a wonder he ended up beaten up after a night." nikki snickered at that, and then they smoothed into the partying crowd while mick said that the band of vince's name was shitty. shitty name, shitty band. trying to look at the guy, it was hard for her since she was smaller.

"should i lift you up, y/n?" tommy asked from her, making her look up to him.

"yes, if you want me to choke you with my legs."

"you can think that it's a fret from you y/n, but... it is not." nikki whispered to him. being this close to his face made her blush again, placing her hand on his chest. it was warm and hard from the leather jacket he had.

"stop it, sixx. you and i both know how i meant."

"and do you know what i mean by saying that you're the prettiest girl in the area?" fuck you, sixx. y/n lifted her sunglasses.

"probably that you've not tried enough girls in this area."

"stop it, y/n. we both know what i meant." nikki grabbed the whiskey, drinking from it.

"day-drinker much", y/n said, pocketing away unnoticed the little plastic bags that contained some drugs. well, almost unnoticed as nikki watched the whole procedure as she tucked into her bra, beside the money.

"you keep your id there too?" he asked, making her turn to him.

"wanna find out?" she snickered, lighting a cigarette. "i'm selling these at night, i gotta pay the rent."

"don't you wanna move in with me? well, i mean, you know, it's just-"

y/n nodded, trying to keep it casual, but inside, she was happier than ever in the month.

"don't brag, sixx, i'm in. i sleep on the left side that's closer to the door. and i also keep a knife under my pillow in case you don't keep those hands to yourself."

"so you like bdsm. cool." nikki smiled, making her laugh. the song ended, mick and tommy came back.

"his voice ain't bad." mick said, taking a swig.

"i don't care if he can sing or not, look what he's doing to those chicks." at nikki's words, y/n coughed loudly, getting their attention. "don't worry y/n, we need someone who can actually sing."

"guys will like you, too. at least they gonna come for anything, if that's not your music." the girl looked at mick, shrugging her shoulder.

"i would hit your arm, but i'm a little bit afraid of you."

tommy went to talk with vince while mick, nikki and y/n stood together. y/n looked around, at the girls. bright colors, bikinis... somehow she didn't have the vibe to strip to her underwear and swim in the water. a group of girl stared at her, whispering something and she stared back. in the end, they looked away, but they surely talked about her.

"i really hope it goes well. i don't fucking have time for that blonde bitch." mick said, making y/n nod. as vince began to shake his head, y/n didn't let to slip the chance. he's not gonna fuck up their plan, not on her watch. ignoring nikki's question, she pushed tommy aside, turning vince to herself.

"you only have one chance, tomorrow. be there or fuck yourself, but don't wase our time."

"wow, tommy, is this chick the part of the deal too?" y/n pulled up her eyebrows.

"no, i'm the chick who'll cut off your dick in your sleep if you don't take this seriously." she replied, looking at the girl on vince's side, then looked back. "so? you coming tomorrow?"

vince looked at tommy, and it was like tommy convinced him. "yeah, sure..."

y/n nodded, letting the trio talk as she stepped back to mick and nikki. lighting a third cigarette, she adjusted her bra full of drugs.

"what did you do? vince seems a little bit surprised." nikki asked her.

y/n pushed the sunglasses up on her nosebridge, blowing out the smoke.

"i just made sure he'll come tomorrow."

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

a/n: i really enjoyed to write this part gurls, i hope you like it too

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 2 years

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Before and After

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluffy fluff!!!! Like one sexual reference but not smut

Summary: changes in Bucky’s life after meeting and dating his doll(you)

Skincare routine and shampoos:

Before meeting you Bucky, like a lot of guys, used 2 in one shampoo. At least, he didn’t use 3 in one, instead he used a bar of soap and a washcloth. His skincare routine consisted of him splashing water on his face. That was it. No moisturizer, nothing. Then he met you! And started dating you, and loving you, and moved in with you. The second you saw the 2 in 1 you threw it out Bucky remembered that day like it was yesterday��..

“James Buchanan Barnes! I can’t believe you!” “Doll, what’s wrong, what happened?” “You can’t use 2 in 1 shampoo! Especially not on this sexy hair,” you ran you fingers through his long brown hair and pouted. “Mmm, alright doll, but you gotta help me pick out some new stuff.” You smiled as he gave you a kiss, “alright Buck, love ya,” “love ya too doll.”

The day after that you and Bucky went to the store and bought him some skincare and hair care stuff, after a week Bucky could already feel the difference, his hair was silkier and his skin was glowing. He thanked you profusely for making him switch, it was a very good decision. Sundays became your ‘self care day’ where you guys would sometimes do a spa day with bubble baths, face masks and robes, just relaxing and cuddling and taking care of yourselves.

Friday nights:

Bucky’s Friday nights before you consisted of him sitting at home. Some rare nights Nat, Sam and Steve would succeed in dragging him out to whatever bar they were going to. Even then he would get a beer and sit down, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt, nothing.

After you came into his life, it was a whole different story. He actually looked forward to Friday nights for once. Friday nights were reserved for date night. Some nights it was a simple movie with pizza, or even just reading together. Other nights it was dressing up and going out to a fancy restaurant, then you might go for a walk in the park, or a museum. Every Friday was date night, no matter what.

If he had a mission that ran into date night, you’d get a call or at minimum a text that night where Bucky would apologize. If he had time you would talk and possibly watch a show episode over FaceTime. On the rare occasion there was a mission where he couldn’t have contact, he’d leave you a letter to open on date night. It was really sweet and he would apologize for missing one but you would always remind him that saving the world was a very valid excuse to miss a date night.

Closet space/clothing choice:

Before you came around Bucky would throw on whatever was in his closet, or not in his closet for that matter. He had to admit, he did do the pick it off the floor and smell test it. He was human after all!

You loved it when he wore his Henley shirts, they framed his muscles and really made you fall for him all over again. He went from having one Henley to having a collection of them. Your favorite would still always be the classic red one, but the blue one really brought out his eyes and was a close second.

Before you he had so many sweatshirts he couldn’t even count them all. But as any girlfriend would, you did ‘borrow’ a couple of them. He now struggled to find one, then he’d see you sitting on the couch, being swallowed by one of his sweatshirts while on your phone. He couldn’t even be mad at you because you looked adorable.

Speaking of clothes, after you moved in he had to deal with closet space being taken over. Luckily you didn’t have that many clothes, so it wasn’t a big problem but it was a change.

Hairstyles and Facial Hair:

Facial hair wise, Bucky would consistently shave, not wanting to deal with the upkeep of a beard, but when he let it grow a little when he didn’t have time to shave on a mission, his view changed, thanks to you mostly. When he got home you were all over him, more than normal that is. He brought it up and you got very shy real fast…. “Well, it’s, you have stubble right now and…it’s kinda, hella sexy, not that you aren’t usually hella sexy. I just-“ He laughed, “well if I knew you liked it I would’ve grown it out sooner doll.” He planted a kiss on your lips and you felt the stubble rough on your face.

Before you Bucky had his long hair from being the soldier and he hated it, he’d been meaning to get it cut but sitting in a barber’s chair and having someone else gave scissors that close to his face scared him. He wasn’t taking good care of his hair, not really caring about it that much, until you came along.

(If you prefer long hair Bucky) You taught Bucky to appreciate his hair, and to take good care of it. You loved the long hair on him, gave you something to grab onto for your more wild adventures. You loved being able to put it up and braid it and teaching him all about how to do hairstyles. Your favorite one was when you braided it, then stuck flowers in it, it was pretty.

(If you prefer short haired Bucky) You helped Bucky realize how to love his hair, and so when he opened up about wanting it cut but not trusting and being to scared of the barbers, you got to work. You watched videos and practiced a little on cheap wigs. After about a week you could do a pretty good guy’s haircut that was like Bucky’s before the war. You brought up the subject with him of you cutting his hair, and he was nervous but excited. He trusted you, and when you said you could do it right in the bathroom he felt better. You guys sat down on a Saturday with some music and just did it. It looked pretty decent too! And more Importantly, Bucky loved it, but he loved you more.

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The Boathouse

Pairing: Eddie Munson × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: The morning that a body is discovered at the trailer park, Y/N gets a call from someone looking for Eddie and decides to tag along with the search. They find him hiding out and, despite the supernatural revelations that they're introduced to, Y/N is ready to support Eddie through this.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Eddie Munson has me in chokehold. This is the first fanfic I've finished in months and it's all because of this metalhead nerd. Also, a chunk of this is dialogue lifted from the show but it gets original afterwards I promise.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Who-?”

“Do you know Eddie Munson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you know where he is?”

You removed the phone from your ear for a moment and looked at it, puzzled, as if you could see the boy whose voice was coming down the line.

“No. Why are you asking? And who are you?”

“When was the last time you heard from him?”

“I’m not answering your questions until you answer mine.”

“I’m Dustin, I’m a friend of Eddie’s and I’m trying to find him. When did you hear from him last?”

“Yesterday, right after school. He called me from the pay phone outside. We were supposed to meet up last night but he never showed, I tried to call but nobody answered. I was gonna check on him this morning but then I saw the news... this doesn’t have anything to do with that, does it?”

Your mind had been reeling since you’d seen the news report. You had been ready to jump in your car and drive to the trailer park, but your mom had convinced you not to go. She told you that the police wouldn’t let you through anyway, and Eddie’s uncle would have called you if it had been him. You had let yourself be convinced, too terrified to believe that the Hawkins High student they had found was Eddie, but now that this boy was calling you looking for Eddie you felt that terror spark up again.

“Hello? Hello?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, still here.”

“I was asking if you have any idea where he could have gone.”

“No, I don’t know. Why are you looking for him? You don’t think he’s hurt, do you?”

“No. No this is a, uh, completely unrelated emergency.”

“I don’t believe you. Where are you calling from? If you find him I need to know.”

“Uh... yeah, if we find him I’ll tell him to call you.”

“No, Dustin, I will help you look for him. I just need to see him, okay? I need to know he’s alright.”

“Look, I gotta go. I’ll tell him to call you, okay? Okay, bye.”

“No! Dustin!” You yelled into the phone, but he had already hung up. You slammed the phone back onto its unit and started pacing the living room. You racked your brain, trying to remember the background noise from the call and make out anything being said.

You paced for a good couple of minutes before you figured it out. You had heard someone ask a question about some movie, and a bit later heard a number that you now realised was a price. Putting two and two together, you realised he had to be calling from the movie rental store and didn’t waste a second grabbing your car keys and heading out.

You didn’t live far from the little strip mall where Family Video was and you drove way over the speed limit on your way there, so you arrived in under ten minutes. You swung you car door shut and stormed up to the store, pushing the door open with purpose and marching up to the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve, how can I help you?” The very familiar man behind the counter said.

“I’m looking for a Dustin. Is he here?” You asked flatly. Steve’s eyebrows rose and he turned around to where his co-worker and two kids were all on separate phone calls.

“Henderson.” He called, and the younger boy raised his hand to tell him to wait. Steve turned back to you with a shrug. “Anything I can do in the meantime?”

“Not interested, Harrington. Your friend back there is looking for Eddie, I wanna be there when he finds him.”

“Uh, why?”

“Because I’m worried about him.”

“Why? Oh, because of the murder?”

“Yes, because of the murder. Eddie lives in that trailer park.”

“What do you want, Steve?” Dustin asked as he came over.

“You’re the one looking for Eddie?” You checked quickly. He turned to you with a slightly shocked face and nodded. “Have you found him?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“Then I’m staying.” You walked around the counter to get behind it and sat down on the floor.

“Whatever, I’ve got a customer.” Steve muttered and walked away.

“I don’t... I don’t think you should stay here. Maybe you could-"

“Look,” You interrupted sternly. “I want to see Eddie. I don't care why you’re looking for him, if you find him then I’m coming with you.” Dustin watched you for a moment, then shrugged and nodded and went back to the phone.

You waited for a while, tuning in and out of all the phone calls going on around you. Every minute felt like an hour, and it seemed like you spent an eternity waiting on the floor behind the counter at Family Video. Steve gave you a brief run down of why they were looking for Eddie – that the ginger girl he introduced as Max had seen Chrissy's body in his trailer that morning after seeing them go in together last night and they were trying to prove that he didn’t do it and figure out what actually happened – which only made you more nervous and impatient to find him.

What you and Eddie had was officially undefined, but you were about as close to dating as two people could be before they had to label the relationship. And it wasn’t just a physical thing, you cared about Eddie and he cared about you. He cared about you more than anyone else in your life cared about you. You couldn’t bare to lose him.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead.” Max said as she hung up her phone.

“Seriously?” Dustin questioned hopefully.

“Yeah. Apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising. Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?” Robin asked. You recognised her from the high school band.

“That’s the thing, no one knows.”

“I know.” You spoke up. All three of them turned to you and you stood up from the floor. “I’ve driven him a few times but I didn’t know he ever crashed there.”

“Great, where is it?”

“2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake.” Dustin said.

“Middle of nowhere.” Max added.

“It’s a perfect place to hide.” Robin finished.

The next thing you knew, Steve and Robin were closing up shop and all five of you were piling into Steve Harrington’s car, a place you never in your life thought you would be. When you got to Reefer Rick's house you all crowded the front doorstep while Dustin repeatedly rang the doorbell and screamed for Eddie or Rick to answer the door.

“Hey, guys?” Max called, having wandered away when no answer came. You all followed her out to the side of the house and followed her gaze to the big metal boathouse behind the house.

The other four went in while you stayed outside, checking out the backdoor to the house and any spots that might give you a hint as to whether Eddie was there. When you heard yelling, you ran around from where you had made your way to the other side of the house and burst through the door to the boathouse. The sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks.

Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall with a broken bottle against his throat. Robin and Max watched on in fear as Dustin tried to talk Eddie down, convincing him that they were on his side.

“Eddie.” You said, barely loud enough for your voice to carry across the room but Eddie heard you. His head turned to face you at lightning speed, and when his eyes locked with yours, he took a step back, letting go of Steve as the bottle dropped out of his other hand and onto the floor. He turned so his back was against the wall and slowly lowered himself to the ground. You were moving before you realised it, running across the space, pushing the others out of the way, until you got to him. You crouched down in front of him, carefully resting one of your hands on his as you took in the look of terror on his face. “Eddie, are you okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, and he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Eddie, we just want to talk.” Dustin said, crouching down beside you.

“We wanna know what happened.” Robin added. Eddie turned to look at her, the vacant stare leaving his face as he went to reply.

“You won’t believe me.” He said.

“Try us.” Max replied. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows at her, taking her in for a long moment before nodding slightly. He shook your hand off of his and shuffled away to take a seat on a nearby stool. You moved back, since he seemed to want some space, and joined the others across from him. Max continued: “What happened after you and Chrissy went into the trailer? How did it all start?”

You listened in disbelief as Eddie recounted the events of the previous night. None of it made any sense, but the look on Eddie’s face made you know he had to be telling the truth, or at least his true account of what he remembered. You made yourself not try to rationalise the impossible, supernatural things that Eddie was describing. You tried, and likely failed, not to show your horror on your face, but when you looked around at the others they looked almost unfazed.

“You all think I'm crazy, right?” Eddie said with a scoff once he finished telling the story.

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.” Dustin replied, unnaturally calm after what you had all just heard.

“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.”

“We’re not bullshitting you.” Max said.

“We believe you.” Robin affirmed.

“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take.” Dustin said gently.

“Okay.” Eddie blinked.

“You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed? They’re not way off. There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

“Like ghosts and shit?” Eddie asked. You were too stunned to ask any questions of your own, just watching Dustin and his friends' calm and serious expressions.

“There are some things worse than ghosts.” Max replied softly.

“These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.” Dustin continued explaining.

“If they’re back again, we need to know.”

“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Dark particles maybe?” Max added.

“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.” Dustin said.

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch.” Eddie said, shaking his head. “You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something.”

“Or under a spell.” Dustin suggested.

“A curse.”

“Vecna's curse.”

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asked.

“An undead creature of great power.” Dustin answered.

“A spell caster.” Eddie added.

“A dark wizard.”

“What the fuck are you all talking about?” You asked, finally regaining the ability to summon words. Everyone turned to look at you, as if only just remembering that you were there at all. “There are monsters from another world, and they’ve been here before? Why the fuck are you the ones that know about all of this?”

“It’s complicated.” Steve said.

“It all started a few years back, when Will Byers went missing. You remember, right?” Dustin said, and you nodded. “Well, that was when the first monster came through and it took him. It was us trying to find him that led to us finding out about the other world.”

“And we kind of got pulled in along the way.” Max added, gesturing to herself and Robin.

“So you’ve dealt with this shit before? Creatures going around and killing people with magic? What the fuck is a dark wizard? You’re talking about this Vecna thing like it’s established knowledge.”

“Vecna is a DnD villain.” Dustin said. “It’s just an analogy, a way for us to put a name to the monster and know what we’re facing. We’ve dealt with monsters from the other world before but... I think this is something new.”

“So then what are we gonna do?” You questioned.

“We’re gonna fight it, but first we need to figure out how.” Dustin answered.

“We need to get Nancy.” Max said.

“Yeah, you’re right. Nance will know what to do.” Steve nodded.

“Eddie, you stay here and lay low. Take this.” Dustin said and handed over a big walkie talkie. “Keep it on that channel, this way we can keep in touch. We’ll be back soon.” He got up and headed for the door, the other three doing the same.

“Y/N, are you coming or staying?” Robin asked, pausing at the door.

“Staying.” You answered. She nodded and gave a small smile before leaving and closing the door behind her. You craned your neck to watch through the window as they all got back into Steve’s car and drove away.

“You believe all of this?” Eddie asked. You turned to face him. He was fiddling with his sleeve anxiously.

“I guess I’m gonna have to.” You replied with a shrug. “They didn’t seem like they were lying or crazy, and that would be a weird group to team up if it was a lie.”

“What about me?” He mumbled.

“Well, you always seem crazy.” You joked lightly. He breathed a half hearted laugh, not that you had expected him to laugh at all, and looked down at the floor. You lifted up to your knees and crawled over to kneel in front of him. Gently, you took one of his hands in yours. “I believe you, Eddie.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Of course not. Eddie, I’ve known you for six years and I know you wouldn’t lie about something like this. And with everything that Dustin and his friends said, well, believing you is the easiest part of all this.”

Eddie nodded a little, finally holding your hand properly. He took a deep breath, his head still hung low and refusing to look at you. You could feel his hand shaking slightly in yours, the fingers on his other hand twitching nervously.

“When you heard about Chrissy, did you... did you think...” He paused and took another deep breath, his free hand turning into a fist as he steadied himself. “I was scared that you would think I did it.”

“What? No! No, Eddie, I would never think that. The thought never even crossed my mind.” You assured, squeezing the hand of his that you were holding and your other hand flying up to cup the side of his face. You gently tilted his head up to look at you, and you could see his eyes shining with tears that hadn’t yet fallen. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I know you would never do this.”

“Okay.” He whispered. You gave him a comforting smile, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek bone.

“Everything’s gonna be alright in the end. I can feel it.” You said. He licked his lips and nodded slightly. “Now, that kid Dustin. You know him from Hellfire Club, right?”

“Yeah, Hellfire Club.” Eddie nodded with a chuckle.

“And he’s friends with Steve ‘The Hair' Harrington?”

“Yeah, he is. Practically worships him, in fact.” He pushed the stool aside and joined you on the floor, leaning his back against the wall and stretching his legs out in front of him. “I don’t get it, but if they’ve been fighting monsters together for three years I guess there must be just cause.”

“I got in the back of Steve Harrington’s car to get here. Do you know how weird it felt to get into that car? His backseat has been an infamous location since he got his car when we were sixteen.” You laughed, and Eddie laughed along with you for a moment before he got serious again. There was a stretch of silence while you waited for him to say something, not wanting to push

“I should have graduated with you last year.” He mumbled. “We could have gone travelling the country like we planned and we wouldn’t be going through any of this.”

“Don’t blame yourself for this, Eddie.” You told him. “Whatever’s going on is out of our control. And this past half a year has been good. You got your Tuesday gigs at The Hideout and I got a chance to take a course at the community college. The world will be waiting for us after you graduate this year, and we can do everything we said we would.”

“If we don’t get killed by an interdimensional wizard first. And if I don’t go to jail for Chrissy's murder.”

“We won’t let that happen.” You said adamantly. He scoffed and you frowned. You shuffled closer to him and swung one of your legs over his outstretched ones to kneel over him, straddling his lap without putting any of your weight on him, and held his face in both your hands. “I will not let that happen. If I can tutor you to a passing grade in English then I can do anything.”

His eyes flitted around as he looked over your face. You smiled slightly, trying to be comforting. After a moment you felt Eddie’s hands come up to hold your hips, and you followed as he gently guided you to lower your weight onto him, your hands moving to his shoulders to support your movement.

“I think I love you, Y/N.” He said once you were situated. He bit at his bottom lip, his grip on your hips so light that it was almost like he was afraid to hold you. You blinked, your brain stumbling over the confession for a moment.

“You- I...” You breathed a laugh, unable to form a reply.

“You don’t have to say it back.”

“No! No, I do. I think I love you too.” You said quickly, your grip on his shoulders tightening. “You just surprised me is all. I mean, we’ve been... whatever we are for almost a year now and haven’t even made our relationship official. I didn’t think you would be ready to say it. Why now?”

“Because it’s starting to feel like I’m running out of time to tell you.” Eddie replied softly. You frowned again, bringing a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from his face.

“Don’t think like that, Eddie.” You sighed. “You have to have faith that we’re gonna get through this, otherwise there’s no point in trying.”

Eddie gave you a half smile and a weak nod. He brought one of his hands up to cup your jaw, strengthening his hold on your hip with the other. He pulled you in to kiss you, your lips moving together slowly, savouring every moment. Everything seemed to slow down as you leaned into each other, taking this moment to escape the reality of the situation you in and find solace in each other.

“Okay, you know best.” Eddie said as he pulled away, leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t I always?” You smiled, playing with his hair. You sat like that for a while, the silence and darkness wrapped around you. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, hugging you close for comfort. After a few minutes, you spoke up again. “Eddie, I don’t just think that I love you. I do love you. That’s why I need us to get through this. You’re the most important person that I have.”

Eddie pulled you even closer into him and buried his face in your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin there.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever known.” He replied softly. “I love you too.” You hugged him tightly, letting out a long sigh.

“We’re going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

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dannystheone · 1 year

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DUDE I LANDED ON MY BED AND POSTED THE UNFINISHED FIC ON ACCIDENT IM A DUMMY

But the ask was for another Style fic with Kyle cheering up Stan after being broken up with Wendy again

At first I was unsure about this ask but my imagination RAN with it autism won today boys 😎

BUT YES HERE YOU GO THESE CHARACTERS ARE TEENAGERS!!

Of Course Dude, Anything (Lee Stan/Ler Kyle)

WARNINGS: Intoxicated teenager and swearing

Wendy has broken up with Stan for the fourth time and a drunken Stan finds himself at Kyle's house to cheer himself up.

I hope you enjoy! :) also these are pulled from my own drunk experiences lel and long intro sorry

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No word from Stan had Kyle worried that night. They were supposed to watch a movie and chill this Saturday, but no matter how many messages Kyle sent, he didn't get a reply. He figured Stan blew him off to hang out with Wendy again, as he's done before.

Whatever. Kyle can hang out by himself. His parents were on a date and Ike was having a sleepover, so Kyle had the place to himself. He wasn't doing anything particularly exciting; just laying on the couch with the TV on and scrolling through his phone. But it was quiet.

Dom Dom Dom-

At least, it was quiet. Knocks at the front door made Kyle perk his head up.

DomDomDom- DomDomDOMDOMDOM-

Whoever was at the door was getting incessant. Kyle groaned as he heaved his body off the couch and opened his front door. A wave of alcohol and cold night air whooshed in through the open entrance.

"Kyyyyyllllle!" Stan stood behind the door, a wide lazy smile across his flushed cheeks. His bleached hair fell in his blue eyes as he held his arms out wide. Stan stepped forward to hug Kyle, but his heavy body fell into Kyle's. Kyle braced himself as he took in Stan's weight as Stan stumbled in through the entrance.

"Stan? Aw dude, what the hell is this-" Kyle heard a bottle's liquid content clink behind him. Stan held the neck of a bottle of alcohol while he hugged Kyle tightly. Stan reeked of liquor and cigarettes.

"Kyle- Kyle it's so- *hic* -it's so good to see you. I-I haven't seen you in ages-" Stan's words all slurred in an indecipherable speech. Kyle rolled his eyes as he helped Stan into his home and shut the door behind him.

"I just saw you at school yesterday?" Kyle pointed out as he tried to get Stan to stand by himself. Stan glued himself to Kyle's shoulders.

"I know it was too long! You shoulda drunk with me dude!" Stan rested his head on Kyle's shoulder as Kyle's cheeks burned. It was embarrassing to deal with drunk people like this.

"Come on, let's get you upstairs." Kyle took Stan's arm around his shoulders and started helping him up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Ooooo- going to Kyle's rooooom! I wonder what's gonna happen in theeeeeere!~" Stan called out loudly; his head rolling onto Kyle's shoulder and poking Kyle’s side with his other hand. Kyle slapped Stan's hand away.

"Dude shut up you're too loud! You're gonna wake the neighbors!" Kyle hissed at his best friend. Stan sputtered a mixture of laughing through his nose and snorting.

"Pffmmtshshh- Oooooo gotta be quuuiiiieeeet guys- it's too looooud for Kyle- pssshhhh- quieeeetttt-" Stan put a finger over his lips to shush himself as Kyle groaned and opened his bedroom door. Stan detached himself from Kyle's shoulder as he stumbled across the room and plopped on Kyle's made bed.

"Auuuhhh duuude- your bed is soooooo comfy! Oooohmm my Goood-" Stan dropped his bottle of liquor on Kyle's floor, which miraculously stayed upright on the carpet. Kyle sighed and picked up the bottle to place on his nightstand. Kyle turned the bottle to peek at the label. A bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. Definitely swiped from his Dad’s cabinet.

Kyle raked his curls out of his face as he took a seat on his bed. “So what happened tonight? Who were you drinking with?” Kyle asked Stan. Stan’s shoulders started jumping while he laughed face-down in Kyle’s bed.

“I didn’t know *huc* you were my MOM Kyle-” Stan shifted on Kyle’s bed to lay on his back and rub his hands on his face. Kyle rolled his eyes as he stood up and pulled out his phone to call the guys. The phone ringed for a few moments before Kenny and Cartman picked up on group call.

“Sup Kyle!” Kenny greeted.

“Wha’dyou want Jew-” Cartman butted in with the sounds of a video game filling the background. Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose as Stan sat up on the bed and held his arms out to Kyle.

“Kyle? Kyle *hic* can I have a hug?” Stan pulled Kyle into him as he smooshed his face in Kyle’s side. Kyle held his face to contain his patience as he spoke to Kenny and Cartman.

“Were any of you guys drinking with Stan tonight?” Kyle asked. Kenny shook his head no as Butters popped into frame.

“Not me. I’ve been hanging out with Butters.”

“Oh, heya Kyle! Good to see ya!” Butters waved enthusiastically.

“Not me, been too busy killing goddamned Japs-” Cartman responded with gunshots in the background.

“What’s up with Stan? Is he fucked?” Kenny asked. Stan perked up at the sound of his name and tried to peek at Kyle’s phone.

“Kenny? Kenny is that you? Dude we should fucking invite Kenny here I wanna hug him!” Stan pulled on Kyle’s wrist to bring the phone closer to his mouth. Kyle grunted as he was forced downwards towards Stan. “Kenny! Kenny get your ass over here so I can hug you!”

Kyle took his phone back as Stan took back his original position with hugging Kyle’s side and his face in his belly.

“You tell me if he’s fucked or not, Kenny.” Kenny snorted as Butters giggled in the background.

“Alright, I’m leaving this call. See ya, queermos.” Cartman clicked off the call, leaving just Kyle, Kenny and Butters.

“Sorry dude. Let us know if you need help. We didn’t drink with him tonight.” Kenny responded. Stan started giggling in Kyle’s belly, the vibrations Kyle could feel through his clothes.

“Hmhmhm- Kyle has a bellyyyy~” Stan took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry in Kyle’s stomach, before laughing hysterically at his own action and falling back into the bed. Kyle pursed his lips in annoyance as he went back to the guys on the call. Kenny and Butters were watching Kyle with amused glances.

“Well, good luck with Stan, Kyle! And congratulations on having a belly and stuff!” Butters smiled with Kenny before clicking off the call. Kyle sighed as he looked to Stan on his bed. Stan was breathing peacefully with his eyes closed.

“Stan, why did you drink tonight? You know we have practice tomorrow.” Kyle sat back down on the bed; Stan immediately hooking his arm around Kyle’s waist.

“Wendy broke up with me.” Stan responded clearly. Kyle looked down at his friend, his mouth slightly agape.

“Oh dude...oh my god-”

“I thought this time was *hic*...gonna be different.” Stan moved his head towards the ceiling to speak more clearly to Kyle. “I thought this was gonna be the time I make- I do it right, y’know. But...she didn’t give me a reason.”

Kyle didn’t know how to react. He started rubbing Stan’s back in soothing circles with his hand.

“Stan I’m- I’m so sorry buddy. I know she didn’t-” Kyle felt Stan’s ribs contract under his hand. Kyle looked down to see Stan rubbing his face against Kyle’s blankets as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Hpph- Why didn’t she give me a reason Kyle- I thought we were gonna go all the way and do it right this time. I thought I wasn’t gonna screw up, but I did, anyway. And I don’t even know what I messed up, just the fact that she broke it off so cleanly with no fucking remorse-” Stan bitterly wiped away his tears, but more came in their place.

“Snff- And-And I wanted to treat her right so badly, I wanted her to know I loved her and adored her every single day but it still wasn’t enough. And I was so sorry that I screwed up yet another time but I couldn’t. I love her so much, Kyle. She’s my everything. And I lost her.”

Kyle breathed in heavily and gave Stan a hug as well as he could in his upright position while Stan held onto him tightly. They held each other for a moment while Stan shed tears down his face.

“You can’t blame yourself, Stan. She could be going through a rough time and giving her her space is the one thing you can do for her. If she truly wants you back, she knows where to find you.” Kyle explained while he rubbed Stan’s back. He hated to see his friend get his heart broken over and over, but he’s come to get used to it. And he’s come to loathe Wendy as a result.

“But I miss her...and I wanna know what I did to make her wanna do what she did. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kyle. I don’t know what’d I *hic*...do without her.” Stan rubbed his eyes to rid himself of more tears with the sleeves of his jacket.

“I’m sorry dude. I wish I could do something to help.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck while Stan sat upright on his bed. It physically looked like his head was swirling. Kyle couldn’t imagine how he actually felt.

“Well- *hic* there’s- you can do me a weird favor, if you want.” Stan said with lidded eyes. Kyle nodded his head fervently, his curls bouncing with the action.

“Yeah, of course dude, anything!” Stan rubbed his eyes harshly of any tears, leaving his face scrubbed and worn.

“You can- heh- y-you could tickle me if you wanted to...” Stan carded his fingers through his bleached hair as Kyle looked puzzled.

“...Huh?” Stan leaned back on Kyle’s bed with his forearms behind him as his eyes grew lidded and tired.

“I just...I just wanna laugh and forget about everything for a second. Clearly *hic* clearly fucking booze isn’t helping at all cause I can still feel my heart shattering-” Stan held a hand over his heart and laid back on Kyle’s bed. Kyle held a handful of his blanket to think. If it would help his best friend out of this sadness he’s gotten into...and he did say he would do anything...

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyle declared. Stan gasped dramatically and threw his arms up in the air to celebrate.

“Yaaaay *hic* th-thank you Kyle! I loooove yoooou~” Stan threw his upper body on Kyle to give him a hug that was very heavy. Kyle winced as he shoved his hands up Stan’s ribs and started scribbling into them.

“Dude, get off me.” Stan squealed in his throat and curled up in a ball, his knees tucking into his tummy.

“Gahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle stohohohop!” Stan lazily bat Kyle’s hands away, but they were easy to avoid.

“You told me to do this?” Kyle tried to lessen the intensity by just moving his fingerpads across Stan’s sides softly. It didn’t help.

“I knohohow buhuhut ihihit tihihihickles!” Stan’s eyes narrowed in his laughter as he tried to curl into a tighter ball. Kyle groaned as he squeezed Stan’s thighs to get his legs to come down. It worked.

“Ehehehehee! Kyhyhyle stahahap ihihihit!~” Stan gave a zesty ass response as Kyle squished his fingers into Stan’s thighs. They were jeaned and Kyle was still squeezing relatively light, but Stan was still giggling enthusiastically.

“Is this making you feel better yet?” Kyle groaned. He’d love nothing more than to just get Stan cleaned up and headed to bed. Stan nodded with pink cheeks as Kyle moved up to his sides and squished in the skin.

“Yehehehes! I-hehehee!” Stan covered his face with his arms to cover up his blush. Kyle took the stupid easy opportunity to scribble all over Stan’s tummy. Stan laughed earnestly as his elbows shot down to cover himself.

“GAHhahahaha! Kyhyhyhyle dohohohon’t tihihhickle mehehe!~” Stan giggled like a schoolgirl as Kyle blushed madly. This was embarrassing as all hell.

“Alright fine, I won’t.” Kyle stopped tickling Stan, but Stan complained and went to hug Kyle around his waist.

“Kyle noooo- don’t leave me. Please- I’m sorry...” Stan rested his cheek against Kyle’s thigh as he still embraced him. Kyle sighed as he rubbed Stan’s back.

“I’m not leaving you dude, I’m right here-” Kyle heard a burbling sound come from Stan. Stan sprang up off the bed quickly and grabbed Kyle’s trashcan to relieve his stomach of its contents.

“Aw- dude! Sick!” Kyle exclaimed. Stan heaved as he set the trashcan down, and face-planted on the bed.

“Aw dude- I’m so fucking sorry man- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Kyle shook his head as he raked his curls back.

“It’s fine man, don’t worry about it-”

“No no no- I’m sorry, Kyle I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine dude! Just-” Kyle looked over at Stan. He was snoring, totally passed the fuck out. Kyle sighed as he got up slowly to not disturb Stan, and removed his best friends shoes and carefully removed his jacket. He tucked Stan in with a fluffy blanket of his and turned out the bedroom light.

Tonight gave Kyle a headache like he’s never had before. Well, until Stan’s next breakup, that is.

#south park #south park tickles #lee stan #teenager stan #ler kyle #teenager kyle #danny writes #tickle fic

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cheesysoup-arlo · 19 days

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Janis x reader Fluff

You and Janis have been hanging out a lot more. Texting each other every day. You have a huge crush on her but your friendship was way more important to you so you couldn’t make a move.

(Y/N): hey J wanna go to the library? My mom is spending the weekend with her friends so I’m lonely and bored :(

J💕: yeah I’ll be at your house in like an hour? I gotta clean my room or my mom’s gonna lose her shit lmao

(Y/N): yayyy see you soon

J💕: see you soon <3

You quickly start getting ready, it’s finally spring so you put on something warm weather friendly with a little light jacket for the breeze. You’re excited to see Janis you love hanging out with her. You finish fixing your hair when you get a text.

J💕: hey I’m outside

(Y/N): ok I’ll be right out

You went outside with your bag slung on your shoulder. “Hey J” “hi (Y/N), get in you’re in charge of aux this time” “ooo ok” you say picking a song, you see her outfit it was green pants she had painted and a shirt she definitely pieced together herself it was off the shoulder and had long loose sleeves, she looked so cute. “Missed you (Y/N)” “Janis we literally saw each other yesterday at school” “oh am I not allowed to miss you” she joked making you laugh “I missed you too Jan” “uh huh sure” she said playfully rolling her eyes making you laugh more. You two got to the library and went straight to the cafe to get some coffee and pastries. You two headed up to the 7th floor of the library because you wanted to look at the queer romance novels. If you can’t experience it you might as well read it, right? You had been looking at books for like 20 minutes or so and found like two you liked. Janis had been a little off the whole day like she was always about to say something but didn’t. You also felt like she was looking at you a lot (that might sound weird) every time you would look at her she would pretend to be looking at something else and you finally got tired of it. “Janis?” “Yeah?” “You ok?” “Pssh me? yeah I’m ok, why wouldn’t I be ok? I’m super good” she said very awkwardly and gave a very dorky awkward thumbs up. You tried to hold in your laugh unsuccessfully. “Uh huh sure” you said through your laugh. “You know what fine, this has been on my mind for a while and I know we’re friends, good friends, some might even say best friends and I really like that but I think I like you?” “I like you too?” you say a little confused, not catching the hint “no (Y/N) I like like you” “oh? Really?” “Um yeah…” there was a little bit of hair in her face so you decided to push it behind her ear to see more of her beautiful face “I think I like like you too…can I kiss you?” She nods and blushes. You pull her in for a kiss, it’s gentle and her lips are so soft, you feel her arms wrap around your waist. You both pulled away but not completely your noses still touching “wow” you said “um you’re really um good at that, can we do that again” she said shyly, blushing a lot “oh absolutely” you said pulling her in for another kiss. You pulled away completely this time “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while” “me too…so does this mean that we’re…you know…?” “If you’re asking if this makes you my girlfriend then yes…Janis will you be my girlfriend?” you say smiling hopefully. “Yes absolutely yes” she said enthusiastically pulling you in for another kiss. “So girlfriend can I hold your hand?” “Of course you can” you two held hands while continuing to look at books for a little longer till you two headed to her house to hang out and watch movies. You ended up falling asleep on her cuddling.

A/N: Sorry if this is short i hope y’all like it <3

#mean girls #janis ‘imi’ike #janis imi’ike x reader #Spotify

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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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Bambi, Baby

Genre: EXO Canon, Fluff, Angst

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Kissing, foreplay, mentions of smut (but not the deed itself)

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been dating for a while, and you have an announcement for him: you’re pregnant.

A/N: Hello, awesome readers! I received a request for a pregnancy-themed one-shot with Baekyun, and here it is! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!

If you like what you read please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging so that others can find my content easier. Thanks!

*Please note: I do not own the images above, so credit should go to the original owner(s)*

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You're my only Bambi, Bambi

It's a perfect night for you

Come down, night rain, night rain

Dripping down on us all night until the morning

You laid on your side, eyes fixed on the electric figure on the TV screen. Baekhyun moved like water: fluid and quick, almost floating across the floor. He looked good, really good, those damn tight, black leather pants that molded to him like a second skin, made your mind go blank. You got lost in the coy tilt of his head, the curve of lips, and the sensual thrust of his hips.

It was a body that you knew intimately. To many, he was EXO’s untouchable golden boy, but to you, he was the witty, down-to-earth boyfriend who cried during sad movies and pouted for cuddles. And to him, you were his Bambi. Watching him on-screen was both a help and a hurt on lonely nights like tonight, when he was away. Seeing his face lessened the ache in your chest, but did nothing to assuage the deep longing to feel his arms around you once again.

*zzzzz* *zzzzz* *zzzzz*

Feeling vibrations next to your elbow, you swiped your phone off the bed. The screen lit up to reveal a text from Chanyeol.

TooTall: So, have you told him yet?

Bambi: No. Obviously. I just found out today, plus I was planning to wait until he got home. I figured it would be better in-person. Who reveals stuff like this over the phone, anyway? I’m nervous though. Baek’s usually an open book, but I’m not sure about this one.

TooTall: Relax, Y/N, everything will be fine. It’s not like you're telling him you're leaving him and moving to Timbuktu.

Bambi: Yeah sure….I’m just telling my boyfriend that I’m PREGNANT. But no big deal, right?! La-dee-dah-dee-dah, business as usual.

TooTall: Sarcasm noted. But seriously, let me know how it goes tonight.

Bambi: ….Tonight? What’s tonight?

TooTall: <surprised Pikachu face> Ugh….nothing….ha ha…I misspoke.

Bambi: Mmmhmm….What do you know, Park Chanyeol?

TooTall: Oops, Junmyeon is calling me….gotta go, byeeeeee!

You put your phone down with a huff, the conversation ending rather abruptly. That was suspicious, you thought to yourself. Too suspicious, even for Chanyeol, which was saying a lot. What was tonight? You weren’t expecting Baekhyun back for another week, at least that’s what he’d told you yesterday.

Had that been a lie? Was Baekhyun coming back to you tonight? Your heart palpitated in your chest and you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you. Oh god, you weren’t ready for this, hadn’t even had the time to process the news of your pregnancy yourself. And definitely hadn’t had time to think about how you’d break the news to your boyfriend once you saw him.

Hearing the sound of the door code being punched in, you closed your eyes, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, as you readied for what you knew you had to say. The door closed and Baekhyun’s footsteps drew closer and closer to the dimly-lit bedroom. As you stared out the window into the blackness of the night, warm arms circled around your middle. In the glass's reflection, you saw Baekhyun’s face over your shoulder and felt the electrifying sensation of his lips on your neck. Enveloped, you breathed him in, his familiar scent a balm on your mind as you relaxed against his body.

“I missed you, Bambi,” he sighed, pulling you in closer like a lifeline he never wanted to let go.

“I missed you too, Baek,” you whispered.

Baekhyun’s hand moved up to carefully cup your cheek, gently turning your head so he could access your mouth. A thrill ran through your body as Baekhyun’s lips descended on your own, and soon you were breathless, gasping for air against Baekhyun’s relentless pursuit.

Guiding you backwards, he sat down on the bed, settling you atop his thighs as he worked to make your insides melt. Baekhyun grew hard beneath you, and he rocked you back and forth, making sure you could feel what you did to him. In a haze, you were ready to strip your clothes off and let him have his wicked way with you, do whatever he wanted with your body.

But…it wasn’t just your body anymore. That realization hit you like a bucket of cold water in winter, catapulting you out of the fog of lust and back into the real world.

“Baekhyun, stop,” you entreated quietly, waiting for his lips to disappear so you could think straight.

Baekhyun hummed in the back of his throat in acknowledgement, though his lips continued on with their devastating effect.

With more conviction in your voice, you tried again: “Baekhyun, stop it, I need to tell you something.”

Baekhyun’s hips froze, his lips still on your neck.

“Baby, what is it?” Sensing the change in your mood, he gently slid you from his lap to sit beside him on the bed. He gripped your hand tightly, eyes full of concern as he looked down at you.

You glanced away from his knowing gaze, nerves pitching into high gear once again. “Baekhyun, I have something I need to tell you,” you managed.

“Baby, what is it? Are you…sick?” he asked, worry evident in his voice.

“No…I’m not sick, Baekhyun...I’m…I’m…I’m pregnant.” You squeezed the words out of your mouth as fast as you could. There, you’d said it. You’d put the words out into the universe.

“Pregnant?” Baekhyun breathed, disbelief coloring his voice.

You nodded silently.

“But how? We took precautions…when did you find out?”

“I know we did, but…it happened…I just found out today, actually,” you admitted.

Baekhyun pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. “No, no, nol,” he muttered under his breath, denial dripping from every word.

A feeling of dread washed over you, pins and needles poking at your skin. You grabbed Baekhyun’s hands in yours, hoping they’d anchor you to the ground and keep you from floating away.

“Baek–”

“No, no, no–I’m not ready for this–not now, there’s still so much to do.” He covered his eyes, shaking his head back and forth, heading into further denial from the news he just received. Getting up, he paced back and forth across the bedroom.

“I get it, Baekhyun, I do. I’m not ready for a baby either…but what do we do? There’s a baby in here, regardless of how we feel,” you countered, lips weighted down like lead as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

Baekhyun stood still as a statue in front of the window, his back turned to you.

You waited for a response, but none came. Silence reigned, your heavy breathing the only noise in the room.

“Baekhyun, please look at me”, you pleaded, rising from the bed to stand behind him.

Baekhyun flipped around at your words, his eyes stormy, fists clenched into tight balls. “I can’t do this,” he said, voice taut as he walked from the room. The front door slammed shut, signaling his departure from the apartment. And just like that, you were alone once again.

You felt numb inside, empty, like the light had been sucked out of you. You managed to make it back to the bed before your legs collapsed underneath you. You pulled your legs to your chest, tears falling down your cheeks, the sound of your sobs echoing softly through the vacant room.

With a lump in your throat, you tried and failed to plot your field position. Where did you go from here? Your boyfriend, clearly, was not ready for or happy about the prospect of a baby right now–and you didn’t blame him–because, if you were honest, neither were you. You had a lot that you wanted to do–go back to school for your Master’s degree, travel the world with Baekhyun–so many things that didn’t leave room for a baby.

As your tears slowly dried, your eyes grew heavy, exhaustion sweeping through you from all the emotional upheaval you’d experienced in the last hour. You felt sleep coming to you, enveloping you in its warm embrace, and you hoped your dreams would be sweet.

Sometime later, you felt the bed dip. Baekhyun was running his fingers up and down your cheek, speaking to you softly as though he hadn’t just stormed out after finding out he was going to be a father. You kept your eyes closed a little longer, loathe to leave this comfortable state between sleep and true wakefulness.

“Bambi…Bambi…wake up, baby.” Silky lips grazed your forehead, a steady hand brushed the hair away from your face in a gentle caress.

“Wake up, my love, I need to talk to you,” he whispered, the feel of his lips at your ear giving you shivers.

Cracking your eyes open, your gaze zeroed in on the man whose face rested on the pillow, mere inches from your own. You laid there, fixed on each other as you wordlessly battled out who would break the silence first. You gave in first, not in the mood to prolong a staring contest like a pair of six-year-olds.

“Why did you leave, Baekhyun?” You started with the easiest, most obvious question.

Baekhyun bit his lip, having the good sense to look abashed. He enveloped your hands in his larger ones, taking a deep breath before he started. “I’m so sorry, baby. I reacted badly, I know. This is just a lot to process and–I just–I’m not ready for a baby. Obviously, that’s not an excuse and I shouldn’t have left you alone, not now.” Baekhyun’s voice rang with sincerity, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he truly felt bad for how he’d reacted.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Baekhyun, it hurt when you left. I had just gotten some of the scariest news of my life…I needed you…but you weren’t there.” As you closed your eyes, willing away the memory of his retreating back, another question bubbled on your lips.

“When you left, where did you go Baekhyun? You’ve been gone for hours.”

Sheepishly, Baekhyun admitted: “Actually, I never left–no really–I’ve been sitting in the stairwell for the last two hours, taking some time to clear my head.”

“Come up with anything ground-breaking while you were out there?” you asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. It was hard to stay mad at Baekhyun when he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, actually,” he started, a small smile crossing his lips, “I was thinking it would be a good idea for us to talk to Chen and his wife–they’ve obviously made balancing kids and a career work for them– twice even.”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion. He was right–they had made it work. You felt better knowing there were people you could go to for advice. “That’s a good idea, Baek,” you agreed, ruffling his hair with affection. At your touch, you could see Baekhyun physically relax, the tightness gone from his shoulders, smooth skin where there’d been a worry line between his brows.

With a sigh, Baekhyun pulled you close, cupping your head to his chest. “Thank you for giving me another chance to make this right,” he breathed. “I’ll be better, I’ll do better–for you and for the baby, I promise.”

You hummed in response, feeling supremely comforted by his nearness and with this surprising turn of events. Taking his face between your palms, you recognized the tell-tale sheen in his eyes. “I know this is scary, Baekhyun–for both of us–but as long as we have each other, everything will be fine.” You truly felt that in your heart. There may be some tough times ahead, but with Baekhyun by your side, you knew you were ready for anything.

“I love you, Bambi,” he choked out, a new roughness in his voice. He pulled you forward till your foreheads touched, lips meeting yours, delicate and unhurried.

“For forever, Baek,” you vowed, snuggling closer to the man you loved, ready to take on the world no matter what–or who–it would bring.

~*~

Thank you, everyone, for reading Bambi, Baby! Please like, comment, and/or re-blog if you enjoyed what you read. Also, follow me for more EXO content in the future!

XOXO,

Emmy

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sucktacular · 9 months

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Cw health scare, passing out, food mention, weed + being high, mention of blood work/needles

Had a yucky time last night that was very scary and wanna vent about it

and honestly kinda hope maybe someone that has low blood sugar moments or panic attacks or whatever the fuck could give me some insight if you're comfy doing so!!

Other wise just ignore this post :3 I'm okay now! But obv will get it looked at, prommy.

Also cw disordered eating... I don't mean to do it for any particular reasons I'm just very bad at remembering to eat, eating enough, and having too low energy to make anything lately. I got fresh groceries yesterday night tho so I'll be back to eating right for a bit.

So I uh nearly passed out at 3am alone in my kitchen trying to make a sandwich and I'm kinda pissed that my body is shitting out on me and now I gotta go to the human mechanic and get my stuff looked over cuz uh... Not normal happenings

I got up after laying down in bed for a while trying to sleep but got hungry and I was a little zooted too to be fair. Collected myself. Got all dressed to leave my room and was totally fine. If it was from standing up too fast it should have definitely hit me by that point but I was fine.

Went down and took all the things out of the fridge I needed for a sandwich. Slow and meticulous , not too fast cuz I was stoned and like to take my time to be quiet. Opened the bread, got a plate, opened the mayo, mayo'd my bread, then I went to open the deli chicken and started greying out and getting really light headed and weak and shakey and cold. So I waited a moment and it kept getting worse so I sat down and propped myself in the corner of my cabinets to try and help. Drank my chocolate milk and tried to wait it out. I've had low blood sugar act like that before- cold, shakey, grey vision, weak, etc - cuz I've kind of always been really bad at making sure I eat meals and last night i had just been eating chips, crackers, and chocolate pretzels all night. Snjcjsbjdks. I've been snackless for a few days so I NEEDED snack overload.

Anyway it kept getting worse over the minute or two to the point my vision was like white and black tv static with tunnel vision. my head felt super pressurized and I couldn't hear? I've had tinnitus since I was a tiny child but it really felt like those movies when everything is muffled and all you can hear is a very tiny faint high pitch ring. I could barely hear my tinnitus which was ... Deafeningly silent and that's WEIRD. I've never heard... Nothing? So that was scary. My whole body felt sweaty and hot and I just didn't know really what to do.

I think it was low blood sugar but + weed made me have a panic attack? Maybe? Or really bad low blood sugar. Because I HAVE been having light headed episodes and feeling weak lately... Which I chocked up to vitamin deficiencies (B12, D, or iron are problems of the past so I started taking those every day for the past week or so.)

Kind of super mad doctor I saw last week insisted I don't need blood work and to just take my new meds, cuz there's definitely something going on here and while blood work probably wouldn't have stopped last night's episode from happening, at the very least I could be a step closer today than i am. :(

Uhm... Yeah anyway it was really scary and I was on the floor in the kitchen with just Frankie watching me for a hot maybe 2-5minutes... Hard to tell how long. Not a super long time but more than just like 1-2 minutes. Felt better. Tried to get up and finish sandwich making. Got grey and weak again. Sat down some more. EVENTUALLY my vision and hearing went back to normal. Finished my sandwich weakly and packed the stuff away sloppily and had to turn the hallway light on cuz I couldn't see in the dark at all. Went to my bed and ate my sandwich and still felt fucked but eventually went right back to normal.

I do still feel airy headed and not totally alert but that's been kinda how it's been this past few weeks.

So uh... Mmm. Don't like that at all. Phone on me all the time now. Doctor visit again soon for this issue specifically. Partner suggested it sounded like a panic attack or when they get a vasovagal response to needles and nearly pass out. I definitely got scared and panicked cuz it was awful and scary and felt like I was dying. I did some 5seconds in 5 seconds out breathing exercises and it helped quite a bit to calm and focus me in the moment. Which was neat! They ain't lying about those exercises even if you don't know what you're doing. Focus on the counting and the breathing in and out softly.

Uhm.... So yeah if anyone actually genuinely has a comment or experience with that I'd love to hear. Otherwise I'm okay so far today and keeping an eye on it...

Problem also is I don't... Well, I have agoraphobia basically and it's very hard for me to go to a doctor without help from a friend or my partner and I can't figure out any online telehealth things in Ontario that don't cost money or aren't just for prescription renewals so uh not sure what to really do. I know I need to get it looked into but my GOD you know how fear will make you not care for yourself? Gestures. I'm trying so hard not to jump to the conclusion that it might be pre diabetes because my family has no history thankfully but the signs arent looking good..

#sucktacular sucks #me: im gonna be so safe about my info online. no tracking me!!!#me also so heres all the health conditions im struggling with yall lol #mostly a vent but also like dont be shy if u do have a thought about it #cuz it helps me look into it until i can get to a doctor to talk about it. I WILL. but it might be moment

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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How about a floof with Mimi and Papa alone? Just them looking at their family photo albums and reminiscing over the photos of their babies and grandbabies with their “remember this/remember when…?” and iconic “i love you, our life was worth it.” 🥰

Well, you know that today is the one year anniversary with the one shot, Desperate Affairs 😂 who knew that this little one shot was going to spawn into a series, but also a GIAGANTIC AU? I still remember coming back from Dollywood and just brainstorming what was going to happen in a one shot featuring Ransom and Andy. And never did I imagine all this a year later. Two days after the one shot, I got sick with covid, and was out of commission for 9 days, fevered the whole nine days, and just binged watched Chris Evans movies, I slept most of the time. But I had these crazy fever dreams with all the Chrises, thus, the Desperate Verse was born.

So without further adieu, lets look into Ransom and Kitten having a moment, with just Ransom and Kitten. No dogs, no kids, no babies. We know that Kitten went through a lot of pain to get to where she was, but she loves reminding her baby, that she would do it all over again to get this life.

Also in celebration of the one year anniversary, drop me an ask about ANYTHING in the verse. I'm hoping to get a lot more of my asks out this week. I miss my babies!

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Hugh Ransom Drysdale Was Worth It

Summary: You and Ransom reminisce

Pairings: Ransom X Reader

Rating: 🥺😢😂😏😍

Warnings: language, some touchy subjects (if you’ve read about Ransom and Kitten’s life, you already know) Ransom just being his ridiculous self, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

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You head towards Ransom’s favorite sitting room. You had looked for that man for what felt like an hour, it was your least favorite thing about this big house. Stopping in the doorway, to see him leaning over a photo album. He takes a deep breath sighing, and you walk over to your pretty boy. Still as handsome as the first day that you saw him in he-who-must-not-be-named’s office.

Sure Ransom had a few more lines on his face, but most were around his eyes from the happy life that you guys had made for yourself. His hair was thinning, he had bits of gray in his hair and beard, but you found him more attractive than ever. When you thought about forever with someone, it was always with him.

Stepping up behind him, he leans back to look up at you, and you give him his favorite, upside down kiss. Walking around the sofa to see him looking at pictures from the day that Iris Jade Barber became Iris Jade Drysdale. Ransom had never hesitated to adopt your sweet, sleepy girl. And in a short time, she became his sweet, sleepy girl. You might have had a good relationship with Iris, but her daddy was her hero.

“I remember this day like it was yesterday. I was so nervous. I was afraid that Frank would contest it at the end. He didn’t You know, I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked him. I couldn’t have done it. I didn’t even want to share him with Icy, and she’s not mine.”

“Yeah, she is,” you assure him. “She became yours the moment you felt her and Aster move in my belly. I saw your eyes, Ran. You wanted them. Both of them. Aster definitely has your outgoing personality, but Iris is your tender cuddle bug. Remember when I told you I wished that neither were yours?”

His head whips over to glare at you, “You gotta bring up the bad stuff?”

“The bad stuff is what lead us to this,” you say flipping over a few pages to you and him on your wedding day. Aster on your hip, and Iris on his, while the two of you are lip locked, and Aster is making a gagging face. “If we didn’t have that bad stuff, would we have even met? If you weren’t getting in trouble with the law, would I have met you at his office?”

“No. You would have met me at that bar. The first night that I made that kitty cat purr. How many times did we fuck?” you shove an elbow in his side, and he laughs, “I thought I was going to have the best sex of my life with no strings attached, and now look at us. Five kids later, and too many grandkids to count. By the way, your daughters are too fertile.”

“My daughters? They’re mine when it’s something negative, huh? My son also seems to be quite fertile, you don’t see me complaining do you? I like the woman that made him settle down. Our daughters could have done a lot worse than what they have. Hell, a few of them did.”

“Yeah, my spawn didn’t settle down until Christopher. God, I wish I could have taken away all of their pain. All of it. Aster’s need to feel like she had to get married, had to have babies. And then that partying phase with the sperm donor. The only good thing about that relationship was Ellie. But man, the many times I wanted to fucking murder Mickey. We could have done it. Carter almost...nothing. Carter doesn’t like him either.”

You cock up an eyebrow at him. You knew that him, Blade, Carter, and even his arch nemesis Curtis had a bit of a mafia type friendship. People who crossed them, or mostly their women, well it didn’t end well for them.

“Or our Icy,” you sigh. “If I could have taken away some of that pressure she put on herself. Her perfectionist personality, and that constant feeling of not knowing who she was or where she fit in. That nearly two years without the only man she will ever love. I know you say you hate that boy sometimes, but you love James so much. He’s a good daddy, good husband, he’s been so good to our other babies. We don’t deserve James Carter in our life.”

“Ugh,” Ransom shakes his head, “Don’t remind me. I love the kid, I just didn’t want him so romantically involved with my baby. She finally told me she wished her and ‘Jamey’ would have waited until they were older when they started messing around. She feared that Posie was going to be like her. She wasn’t until that Numb Skull.”

“Or Blade and his speech. I know your mother ragged on him about it, but there are days I wish I had it back. When Otto popped out with the impediment, but not the stuttering, it was like having my baby back,” your finger traces over an infant picture of Blade. Ransom looking so proud, and overcome with joy. His face a red and blotchy mess, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the baby. Your son had been carved out of Ransom’s ass, but got more of your personality. “And then he became a dessert loving whore. I’m glad I didn’t know all those hussies. Even though, I’ll take his Boston Cream Pie any day of the week. God, she’s perfect for him. I didn’t want to like her, because she was taking my baby away from me. My only boy.”

You have to stop, wiping your tears away when the next photo is an ultrasound of Anders. One of the only photos you have of your sweet baby boy. His thumb in his mouth, and you swear that he favored Ransom as well. “Do you ever think about him?”

“Everyday, Kitten. But would we have had Story or Lucy?”

“I think, we would have had more. Blade and Lucy were my only pregnancies that weren’t traumatic. I wanted him, so much.”

“We have an AJ,” Ransom smiles at you.

“We have an Anders Jefferson. That little rolly baby,” Ransom gives you a big hug. You adored all your grandbabies, but there was something special, and kindred with Anders Jefferson. When you were around, there was no one else. It was like you finally got your chance to have your second baby boy.

“What about my Princess Story book,” Ransom stares at a picture of the two of you standing over her incubator. Her tiny little body looking cold as she cried for someone to hold her. The nurses could never get in their fast enough, and you ached to hold that tiny baby against your chest always. “I never thought that she was going to be the one that gave us trouble.”

“Your dad,” you giggle because it was never Richard that made the comment, “Harlan.”

“He was my dad.”

“Well, Harlan always said she was so much like you. If you had been given the chance to be as free as she was.”

“My itty bitty baby got my addiction. Sex, drugs, alcohol,” you hated thinking about that time of Story’s life. Your baby just up and missing for over a year, and you saw her again as a withered shell of her former glory. She was always the happiest of your babies, and her light was dull.

“Yeah, but she had my taste in men.”

“Shut up.”

“You gonna deny it? Let’s see, Carter is like you. Dayton, well he’s his father incarnate, and I don’t even want to know what all that asshole was doing to her. Nate, he is like Frank. She did love Nate, and he loved her, was good for her, but in the end he did what needed to be done for her to be with Carter. Chase, good lord he was just like Bryce. Pompous and needy. He was rich and he knew it.”

“What about her Frank? Or Beau? Or Jefferson?”

“Well, she was never in love with Beau. She did that boy wrong, but they’ve worked through it. Jefferson was her Jake Wyler,” Ransom snorts, and makes a mental note to bring that letterman jacket back out. “Frank, I don’t even know. Story was broken in that time. I don’t know if she considers him a boyfriend.”

The two of you glance through some more of the photos of you as a family of four, and then there’s a picture of your feistiest child. Your fallen angel, Luciana Violet Drysdale. The one that kept you on your toes, was a wild one with everyone, but you saw that sweet side come out. The prettiest baby with hair as dark as Ransom’s. Your honey eyed beauty.

“That is your chunkiest birth baby,” you laugh because she was too big. It’s funny to think that she was now your shortest baby. Even shorter than Iris with the biggest personality. “God, she was beautiful. It was like I knew that was in fact my last little Drysdale. I never wanted to stop having kids with you.”

“I know, baby. I felt like she completed us. And just think, Posie came only seven years later. We had us another pretty baby.”

“Everyone thinks she’s this strong and opinionated child, and she is, but,” he flips over to Story and Lucy curled up in Story’s canopy bed together. One of the few ways to keep Story out of your bed, was Lucy. Flipping around another page, Lucy was on the ground of the garden, while Harlan told her a story. Her drawing always reflected whatever it was that he was telling her. He was always amazed at the imagination she had.

Your favorite, was Lucy, and her tiny little hand, in Harlan’s wrinkled one, walking through the garden. Him telling her all about the special flowers that he put in there. And Lucy’s favorite napping place was on Ransom’s chest. Ransom had taken more time off from working to spend time with Lucy and Harlan. He knew how fast those precious moments flew by, and knew that Harlan was reaching the end of his days. Those three were always together.

Harlan never let a day go by without telling Ransom how proud he was of him. The two of them would sit in his study playing Go, while a baby Lucy chewed on Ransom’s signet ring. So many times after Harlan passed, Ransom wished he could hear him say he was proud of him again. Or use Go as a way to work through life’s problems. Harlan was always good at things like that. Ransom always questioned his parenting skills, but he had five happy kids to show he did something right.

“Oh baby, look,” you show him a picture of Ransom giving Carter his signet ring, the very ring that now rested on your youngest Baizen grandson’s finger. The ring that was worn by every Baizen boy, and soon will be retired and into the vault until Otto had a son. Carter’s silvery blue eyes looking up at Ransom with tears in them, while Ransom tried to be the man that acted like he didn’t care. He cared too much for Carter sometimes.

"You had to show me a thing like that didn’t you?”

“You made him so happy, though.”

“He made me happy,” you wipe off a bit of your tears, and want him to proceed his train of thought. “I didn’t have to be in that kid’s life. He didn’t have to like me, but he valued me over his own parents. I know, I am definitely better than them, but Kitten, we gave that boy a childhood. God, he drove me crazy sometimes, with his Mr. Drysdale, refusing to call me Ransom.”

“It was a sign of respect, baby.”

“It was a sign of fear.”

“Wrong. He never feared you,” he turns to glare at you, and you laugh. “Okay, he feared you a few times, but growing up he didn’t fear you. See,” a picture of Ransom with both Carter and James asleep on his chest makes you wish for these moments again. “I had brought the girls back from gymnastics. I had to take Blade with me, but look at you.”

Carter and James’ face both messy with ice cream, and a half eaten pizza on the table. “You loved those boys. If Carter Baizen feared you, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep on you like that. That chocolate cheek getting your shirt dirty. He was always going to be in our family. Just like James. The boy you went behind my back, and helped Stevie get full custody.”

“The one I also paid for Marta to adopt him,” just like the picture of Ransom and Iris, a sweet picture of a five-year-old James hugged up to his mama, and Marta was a crying mess. She had littered kisses all over James’ face, but he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, those boys were always going to be in our lives. Story and Iris could have done worse.”

“They found men that reminded them of you,” Ransom shakes his head starting to cry. Mentioning his daughters growing up always hurt him the worst. “Aster, too. The man that she fell for, you hand picked for her. Remember the months we had to listen to Beck did this, Beck did that. Beck is so amazing. And our sweet Ellie belly fell for him first. Beck was falling for a woman he didn’t even know because of you and Ellie. Even Chris. Did you ever think you would let your twenty-year-old daughter move a boy in this house?”

Ransom shakes his head no. Chris was far from anything like Ransom. “He doesn’t look anything like you. What with the tattoos, and piercings.”

“I’ve got piercings!”

“Yes, baby, you’ve got piercings. Chris has everything pierced. I’m sure there’s holes in his body with no piercings. But I’m talking about his ease at comforting Lucifer. I knew he was the one, when she stopped coming to me, just to be held for an hour.”

“She still did that?” you nod your head at him. Just like Ransom and Harlan had a tender relationship with Lucy, so did you.

“She’ll still do it every now and then, but typically it’s Chris’ arms she wants. That big man just has to wrap his arms around her, give her a little squeeze, and she breathes easier.”

“That’s what you were doing? You were squeezing our daughter to death? And don’t you dare call me ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m not. You’re just ridiculous.”

“I’ve got a new bottle of blue pills. How long you wanna go?”

“Ransom Drysdale! Are you never gonna stop wanting to have sex with me?”

His lip curls up in disgust and he shakes his head no, “Looking at these photos kind upset your baby, and he needs comfort from your pussy and your boobies, please give me that. I just want, no, I need comfort, Kitten. Please, let me make her purr.”

“Sweet moments are always ruined by your horny self.”

“You know, sex isn’t just for me. I don’t hear you being all flat, it’s always, ‘Yes, baby. Ran right there.’ I have had you screaming my name for one hundred years.”

“We’re not that old.”

“And we’ve been married for ninety.”

“That number is wrong, too.”

“And right now, I just want to play with my Kitty Cat. Please, please, please?”

You roll your eyes laughing. Getting up to go make you a cup of coffee, “What are you doing?”

“Giving myself some energy so I can have sex with you.”

“Oh! Let me take my blue pill, that I don’t need, I just want to make sure things are nice and long lasting for you.”

“You know, sometimes ten minutes is plenty.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Ran, we have had sex for...” you stop to count on your fingers how long it had actually been.

“Eh,” he raises his eyebrow smiling really big at you, “Just say it’s been a hundred years. I don’t need to know the actual number, I just need to know that you’re the only cunt that I’m sinking my cock into until the end of time.”

“Okay, yeah. Until the end of time. Your cock, my pussy. You want some coffee?”

“Yeah, bring some cookies and snacks in here. We’re having a marathon!”

“You’re so ridiculous, baby!”

“But you love me!” he says as he rushes into the bedroom. And you really do. You love every part of Ransom. Every moment with him. And if you had to do it again just to have these sentimental to sexual moments, you would do it again and again. Because Hugh Ransom Drysdale and your family was worth it.

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #ransom drysdale #kitten drysdale #ransom drysdale x kitten drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you

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lydiablackblade · 8 months

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I just would like to humbly stress out how Good Omens S2 ruined my life. I cannot think of any TV show, movie, book, music whatever that engaged me that much. Of course I have favourites, I loved and I'm loving certain shows etc. But I do not remember I felt *constantly* devastated by any of them. Been there, done that, got over it. But not this time baby. I was not into any fandom before. Not even after S1. I do not have Insta, Twitter, TikTok you name it. (I know, I know...) but now I had to register at least to Tumblr because I needed the comfort I am not alone with my madness. I do only the bare minimum of my job (thanks god for Home Office) because I'm searching for every available video with Michael Sheen and/or David Tennant, just to find out even IRL they are the cutest old (non-)married couple in the world. Going into almost every meta in my feed and liking basically every second piece of fanart. But hey, I learnt a lot of new words! My vocabulary is exploding xD I keep thinking about Az and Crowley all the time walking up and down in my apartment. Listen to the OST in loop. And this is all only after seeing SE2 once. I do not have the strength to rewatch it. I feel like I'm slowly building it up, but I'm not there yet. I have never invested into merch and here I am, browsing Etsy, Amazon etc, waiting for the delivery guy like he'd would be my angel and gave a kick to the campaign. Not sleeping at night hanging on my mobile. Try to talk with my friends about my kink (usually I keep it to myself ) - not that they understand anyway. Yesterday evening I went to the local town festival (to hear something modern, but not bebop!) with a local band doing 80's, 90's rock/metal (they were very good btw) just to get me out of misery. And you know what, every song was about Az and Crowley xD I mean while I listened to "Somebody give me some water" - I saw that: Crowley in the bath "Can't you see I'm burning alive" (Crowley in the burning Bentley) "can't you see my baby got another lover" (naked Gabriel hugging Az) "I don't know how I gonna survive" (Crowley's struck by the lightning)

or "If you don't love me know you will never love me again I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain" - Obvious

Killing' in the name of? Oh sure. "You gotta do what they told you" - "well the fuck I will do" - Crowley's personal anthem imho. And so on and so forth. I should make a playlist to myself just to suffer more xD Suddenly everything is about Az and Crowley. Love those two ineffable idiots.

I'm feeling like I'm really a child of divorce.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good-omens #ineffable idiots #child of divorce

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olsensglamour · 1 year

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Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Hey so this is my first one shot and I know the end is kinda rushed but I hope you still like it. Also this is my first time posting on tumblr so yeah I still gotta figure all of this out. (Also please note that english isn’t my first language)

Henry and you met seven years ago on set and were best friends and inseperable ever since. You know everything about each other and you can’t imagine a life without him. But there is one problem… for 5 years now you had feelings for him, but you never had a chance because he was in a relationship. But a year ago- finally- his girlfriend left him. You saw your chance but didn’t want to act on your feelings too soon. A few months ago you started to drop hints but Henry didn’t seem to be interested in you.

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You looked into your car mirror one last time before heading into Henrys house. “Okay. This is the last time I’ll make hints towards him. If he’s still not interested I finally have to get over him.” You took a last deep breath before leaving your car, making your way to his entrance door. >>Oh god I’m so nervous. He’ll know something is wrong… I have to calm down somehow.<< You took another deep breath, rang the doorbell and put on a smile. The door opened and there he was. The guy you had a crush on for so long. “Hi love.” He immediately pulled you in for a hug. You could feel his muscles undend his shirt and hear his heartbeat. He let go and stepped aside so that you could enter his home. “Everything alright?” “Yeah sure! Everythings great. Just a little bit exhausted from work yesterday but it’s fine.” you answered him but without even looking at him again. He followed you into the living room where you threw yourself on the couch. He went into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room. You could even say it was basically one room because there were no doors. Henry went to the cupboard and grabbed himself a cup. “Do you want anything darling? Tea? Or maybe coffee? Or anything else? I also have some cookies if you’d like.” “A cup of tea sounds great! And if you have those chocolate chip cookies you know I would never say no to them.” Both of you laughed and he made some tea and brought you your favorite cookies. “Thank you. Could we maybe watch a Horror movie today?” He looked at me very confused and raised one eyebrow. “But y/n. You hate horror movies.” “Yeah you’re right I do. But I have this deal with my sister. If I watch the Conjuring she’ll go shopping with me and she’ll pay. So I thought we could watch it together so that I don’t have to be alone.” “Okay. If you really want to watch it…” he grabbed the TV remote and turned on Netflix. >>Okay good. I think he believes me.<< Henry turned on the movie and you grabbed the blanket so that you could hide behind it as soon as it gets scary. After about 45 minutes there was one really scary scene. You screamed and hid behind the blanket. Henry stopped the movie. You lowered the blanket and looked towards him. “Sorry.” you whispered. “No worries love. Come here.” He opened his arms and you scooched over on the couch and laid your head onto his chest. He pulled you into a tight hug and then proceeded to continue the movie. The movie was still quite scary and there were some more jumpscares but you felt really safe in his strong, muscular arms. After the movie ended you decided to order some pizza, which you then ate on his couch while watching The Big Bang Theory to calm down.

After you finished your pizza you scooched closer to Henry again- hoping you’d be able to somehow get closer to him this evening. You hated being just friends. You wanted to be his girlfriend. You looked at him and started smiling because you loved seeing him invested in something. He turned his head and looked you right into your eyes. “What’s up darling? Anything wrong?” You felt your cheeks turning red so you stood up and put away the pizza boxes. He stopped the show and followed you into the kitchen. Henry grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. “Hey y/n. What’s the matter today? You’re acting kind of strange.” “No…nothing. Everything’s fine.” You tried to go back to the living room but Henry blocked your way. “I won’t let you leave till you tell me what’s wrong. You know I’m always here for your love. Your my best friend.” you sighed “yeah. That’s the problem.” “Y/n what do you mean that’s the problem? We’ve been best friends for seven years now and now you tell me that’s a problem? I…I don’t really understand…” “I like you Henry okay? I’ve had this massive crush on your for YEARS but I’ve never acted out on it because you had a girlfriend. But now since she broke up with you over a year ago I’ve been trying for these past months to figure out if you like me too.

But apparently you don’t and it’s just really difficult for me to get over you… so I told myself that today I’ll try one more time tonight before I give up. That’s the reason why I suggested this movie. I was hoping to somehow get closer to you.” You looked down at your feet. Nervously fidgeting with your hands. Henry put a finger under you chin and made you look at him. “Oh y/n. I’m so sorry. I thought you just wanted to be friends. I’m really sorry for being so stupid and not seeing your obvious signs. You know. I like you too. A lot actually. But I was too scared to act on my feelings. I didn’t want to lose you. You mean everything to me.” “you….you like me too?” “Yes.” He came closer to your face so that you were only a few inches apart. “I’ve had this huge crush on you for a while now y/n.” and then he kissed you. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. His lips were soft and everything felt better than you’ve ever imagined. It felt like the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. Henry laid his hands on your hip and you just melted into his touch, putting your hands behind his neck. After a while you pulled apart and he put his forehead against yours- both of you breathing heavily. “Wow” this was everything you were able to say. You had dreamt of this moment for years and you were still shocked about the fact that you kissed. Henry caressed your face and kissed you again. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.” he whispered. “I’ve been waiting for way longer than you.” You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He laughed. “You’re right. I’m sorry. What can I do to make this up to you?” You looked at him with a mischievous grin on your face. “Oh no. What do you have on your mind?” Henry looked slightly worried. You still had your hands around his neck so you pulled him down so that his ear was right next to your mouth. “I want you to kiss me. I want you to- someday- gift me the best night I’ve ever had. Make me scream your name. But most importantly make me feel like a princess.” You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He grinned. “Oh darling that won’t be a problem.” Suddenly he picked you up from the ground and carried you bridal style to the couch where he sat you down softly. He picked up the blanket, sat down right next you and put the blanket over the two of you. He grabbed the remote, put his arm around you and then looked at you.”Alright darling..excuse me-princess- what do you wanna watch for the rest of the evening?” “I’d love to continue watching the Big Bang Theory.” “Your wish is my command m’Lady.” You giggled and then cuddled into his arms while the both of you then watched some more episodes. You did not notice that you fell asleep, but you woke up from Henry carrying you up the stairs and then him laying you onto his bed. He took off his shirt and then laid down right next to you. He pulled you into his arms and you fell asleep again. In the morning you woke up, your head laying on Henrys bare chest, your hand right beneath on his sixpack. Henry was still asleep so you decided to go downstairs to make some breakfast. But first of all you went to his closet and took out one of Henrys shirts and a pair of his shorts. You went to the bathroom were you took of your clothes and put on the ones you just took from Henrys closet. Then you went downstairs into the kitchen. You took out a pan, a spatula and all of the ingredients you needed to make pancakes. While you were making breakfast you danced a bit and silently hummed a melody. You didn’t even notice that Henry came downstairs and into the kitchen. Suddenly you felt two hands and your hips. “Good morning sunshine.” he said to you in his raspy morning voice. You turned around and he kissed you. His hair was still messy and he was only wearing some shorts. “Did you sleep well love?” “Never better. I felt like on cloud 9 sleeping right next to you.” he smiled and gave you another kiss. Then you turned around again to finish the pancakes.

*a few years later*

You and Henry have been in a relationship for almost two years. Everything was amazing and you were really happy. Due to both of you being actors it could happen that you didn’t see each other for months but you tried to make the best out of it and tried to call at least every two days. It was the end of June and both of you were and set again and you were looking forward to finish filming because afterwards you and Henry would fly to Cozumel an island which belongs to Mexico for some vacation. Both of you tried to finish all of your scenes as fast as possible and you texted everyday chatting about the things you wanted to do on your vacation. Your last vacation was nine months ago so you desperately needed one and were really exited to finally see Henry again. A few days later you finally had your last day on set. You were currently wrapping up the last scene, when you suddenly heard a very familiar voice. “Hello darling.” You immeadiately spon around and there he was. “HENRY!” you excitedly called out while running straight into his arms. He hugged you tight and gave you a kiss on your head. You then pulled away and kissed him. “oh my god I’ve missed you so much.” he whispered right between two of your kisses. “I missed you too.” Henry pulled you into another hug. You laid your head on his chest and just enjoyed finally being close to him again. You stayed like this for a while, until the director came up to the both of you, asking if you could seperate so that you could finish filming this one last scene. You pulled away from Henry, apologized by the director and went back to where you were before. While you were fiming, Henry went into your trailer and waited for you. After about two hours you were finally done with filming and you were allowed to leave. You went into you trailer only to find Henry asleep on your couch. You giggled, grabbed your blanket and put it over him. You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and then went outside again to grab some food. When you came back about half an hour later Henry woke up. As soon as he saw you he smiled. “Here babe I got us something to eat.” You showed him the bag and then started to put the food on some paper plates. “Thanks darling. I’m really starving right now. That’s exactly what I need.” You smiled at him and then gave him the plate with his food and a fork. After dinner you packed together all of your things and drove to a hotel close to the airport. You went to sleep pretty fast after you arrived because you both were very exhausted and tired. At 8am your alarm went off and after cuddling a little bit the both of you got up and got ready for breakfast. After breakfast at about 10am you made your way towards Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. You checked in, went through security and then you were waiting for your gate to be announced. While waiting you talked about work and went through your vacation plans again. Then your gate was finally announced so you went to the first class lounge, ate something and relaxed a bit before it was time to board. The flight lasted 2h 30 and was really chill. You and Henry held hands and watched a movie together. After you arrived you rented a car to get to your hotel in Cozumel and just in general to be more flexible during your stay. From the airport to your hotel it took you 15 minutes. The street was right next to the ocean as well as your hotel. You booked a suite in the El Cid La Ceiba Beach Hotel with an ocean view and breakfast included. After you checked in and brought your luggage into your suite you two decided to go for a little walk on the beach. You put on a white summer dress and Henry wore some shorts and a white shirt. As soon as you arrived at the beach both of you took off your shoes and then walked hand in hand along the coast. You were on the walk for 1 ½ hours and on your way back to your hotel you kept your eyes open for a restaurant. You find a little restaurant directly at the beach called “Le Cap”. The food was amazing and you had a table directly on the beach and you were able to watch the sunset.

After you had dinner you went back to your hotel and watched a little bit of TV before you went to bed. During the next few days you had an amazing time and you were able to explore the island a bit. You found a very beautiful beach called “El Cielo”. Henry and you went snorkeling together and the underwater world was really beautiful and impressive. Two days before you left you went again to “Le Cap”. After you finished your dinner, Henry grabbed your hand and led you to the beach. You were watching the sunset when Henry suddenly grabbed your hand again which made you turn around only to find Henry kneeling in front of you. “Y/n. You’re the love of my life. We’ve known each other for almost ten years and you're not only my girlfriend but also my best friend. And over the past two years I’ve realized more and more that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So… Will you marry me?” Right after he started talking, you started to tear up and as soon as he finished talking tears were streaming down your face and you had the biggest smile ever on your face. "omg, yes!" He immediately started smiling and put the ring on your finger. He then stood up and you fell into his arms and started kissing him.

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A few months later the two of you had a very beautiful wedding on the Maledives at the beach. Only with your closest friends and family.

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