#i have to reblog this because it makes me laugh aloud
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Who is most likely to? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
☆ Colby X reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
☆ Established relationship
☆ Ignore how disgustingly horrible this is written I’m so sorry 🙏
☆ Suggestive (no smut)
☆ Masterlist
☆ A like reblog and comment is always appreciated:) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)
Colby 🖤:
Do you wanna be in a video with Corey,Sam,Me and Jake?
You:
Yeah sure what is it?
Colby 🖤:
Who is most likely to,it’s for Sam’s channel x
You:
Okay cool I’ll come to the living room now I’m just doing my makeup give me like 10 minutes x
Colby 🖤:
Okay cool nw see you in a min x
I walked downstairs after finishing my eyeliner and walked to the kitchen next to the living room and grabbed a drink of water.
Colby came up behind me whilst I turned the tap on,he rested his head on my shoulder,his hands wrapped around my waist. “Hey baby.” I said smiling and turning around,his hands cornering me against the sink.
“You okay?” I asked as he kissed my neck. “Mhm.” He smiled as he kissed me cheek.
I smiled walking over to sofa,holding his fingers in my hand after he had stopped cornering me and we sat down next to each other as Sam began the intro.
“Might be weird,might be a little sexual,who knows?” Sam said and I laughed along with everyone else as Colby watched me with a soft gaze as he laughed along,his gaze lasting a bit too long for viewers to think were just friends.
I grabbed a card first because I was at the end of the sofa and read it aloud, “Who is most likely to be the hottest dilf.” And I burst out laughing hiding my face and pointing at Colby.
“Definitely Colby I could see him with a kid on his arm.” I said confidently sipping on my water.
“Nah it’s gotta be Corey.” Sam stated as everyone else pointed at Corey,I felt embarrassed,being the odd one out but everyone knew about our relationship and wouldn’t hold it against me let alone make fun of me.
Colby soon after picked up a card and read aloud, “Most likely to fall in love with someone much older?” And immediately hands were pointed at me.
“Just because I like fictional dilfs,this is discrimination.” I gasped jokingly,holding in a laugh “That’s exactly why we pointed at you.” Corey said laughing.
“Bully.” I said under my breathe in fake rage.We swiftly moved on after I fought back for a while.
Corey then picked up a card and burst out laughing trying to read out his card in a fit of laughter.
“Most likely to admit their darkest secret when drunk?” He finally got out and my head flew into my lap as everyone pointed at me.
I thought back to the day people found out me and Colby were sleeping together,how did this happen? Well exactly that I told everyone whilst I was drunk.
I didn’t mean to and Colby quickly dragged me away and back to Colby’s apartment where I slept and then woke up with memories I didn’t want,texts I didn’t want to reply to,a hangover that made me feel like death was upon me and a not so happy boyfriend.
“Okay so this is unfair.” I said calmly lifting my face up and feeling the obvious blush present on my face.
It soon circled back to my go and I picked up a card,when Sam said it was mostly weird and a little bit sexual he was lying.
It was heavily sexual with much less weird things than probably intended. I picked up my card praying for it to be funny and I sighed.
“Most likely to have a secret sex tape?” I said before I accepted defeat that I was never going to get a vanilla card…and then I pointed to Colby.
“Why me?!” Colby shouted and I giggled to myself “Colby have you made a secret tape?” I asked calmly and he laughed shaking his head accepting defeat himself.
It was only me who pointed at him,Colby pointed at Corey whilst everyone else pointed at Colby.
At this point Colby had accepted defeat and so I had,however for different reasons.
“Most likely to have kids?” Corey asked and I replied “Oh definitely you.” I said without hesitation.
Corey seemed like the person to have kids and most people knew that he did want kids at some point.
He said he hates kids but in actuality he’s a huge softie <3.
After the video was over me and Colby went back to his apartment and laid on the sofa together whilst he edited and I watched love hard on Netflix.
“You really think I’d be a dilf?” Colby asked me out of nowhere. “Definitely,I can see it already.” I said honestly laughing a little to myself.
“Sure love.”
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do one where peter accidentally catches miguel giggling and smiling like a dumb ahh bc of our rizz on text 🤪🤪 (ooc ik but let me live k)
ofc dracuilina bc i wanna see that too :> HOPE YA LIKE THIS MWEHEHEHHEE
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a/n: yes, i finally made something like a text fic, sorry if it isn't very good 😭😭😭 also if anyone steals it, two things: 1) why would you 2) i will fuck you up don't you dare (・∀・)
when you rizzed him up too good – miguel o'hara x reader
miguel was having a slow day at HQ, not many anomalies needed to be captured and sent back to their home dimensions, and no canon events were disrupted any time this week. it was a little too quiet in the usually rowdy and chaotic halls of the spider society, what broke the pure silence that filled his dim office was the sound of your text.
miguel saw your messages, and immediately texted you back. he could never leave you on read for too long, that was his guilty secret. he loved, yet hated, indulging you–you always got a little too comfortable and sometimes pushed his buttons, but he loved you nonetheless.
miguel sighed as he saw those three white dots dancing on his screen, and he was questioning why his profile picture had his sleeping face with a horse's ass on the blanket. he should've burned that gift from peter b, he never should've accepted any gift from that man.
his phone dinged and tore the silence asunder with another message from you.
and he thought that'd be the end of it–well, partially thought, because it was you he was talking to–but it clearly wasn't. and nothing could prepare him for the next couple of messages you sent him.
he sounded desperate, but he kept reminding himself he wasn't desperate, you were desperate–he was just giving you what you wanted. which was what he also wanted. badly. right now. especially when he had barely anything to do.
he felt his cheeks heat up and his eyebrows furrowing out of a unique kind of frustration, one that didn't fully piss him off, but made him wish something. wish that... he was there with you, could have that steamy hot shower date with you and just...
fuck, you decided to be all cutesy again. you know how much that riles him up. and makes him do things he usually wouldn't be caught doing.
he felt a small smile crack on his face as he saw your little kaomojis, your petty texts of sarcastic revenge, and how snarky you could be... it made his heart beat a little faster, made the muscles in his cheeks raise and his smile widen; you made him chuckle. that was how much he loved you, loved everything about you, and you made him go a little crazy over you and your natural charms.
it was just then that peter b swung into miguel's office all casually, asking him if he's seen the horse ass blanket that he gave miguel. "yeah, uh, that was apparently a wedding anniversary gift mj got me. if i don't get it soon, i–" peter b rambled as he looked up at miguel, who was preoccupied with his phone.
he raised an eyebrow at two things: 1) miguel knew how to use a phone? 2) was he... smiling?
peter b swung over behind miguel and peered over his shoulder, seeing his texts with you for a hot second before miguel whipped his head around and replaced the gleeful grin from earlier into a frightening scowl.
"parker." he greeted him monotonously as miguel put his phone away. peter b smiled, knowing that you made miguel's day a little brighter. "nevermind, keep the blanket." he said as he pat miguel's shoulder and swung back out of his office, trying to keep in the urge to laugh aloud at the image of miguel's head sticking out with the horse's ass on the blanket.
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FOLKLORE. academic rivals with modern! aemond. you could do a modern au but if that's not your thing then they could totally be battling over who knows high valyrian best.
ACADEMIC RIVALS — MODERN!AEMOND.
content warnings: fem!reader. nothing too explicit.
note: first of all, i’m so, so sorry it took me so long! i was struggling with my writing. like a lot. that’s why i didn’t answer your request sooner. i actually wrote this like ten times lol. i hope you like it and, again, i’m sorry to be answering this so late.
comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
YOU HATE AEMOND TARGARYEN.
you’ve hated him ever since he opened his mouth just to humiliate you, after you answered a question about the history of valyria, to add a tiny, little detail you forgot to mention—that you absolutely knew but thought it wasn’t important—saying that “they would know this if they had studied.” with the most cocky smile you had ever seen. he even had the nerve to wink at you before looking straight ahead, as if nothing had happened.
from then on, every class you shared was the same. you tried to ignore him but as time passed, you couldn’t fight the urge to prove to him that you were better in every aspect. but the more you try, the worse it gets. aemond sees it as a challenge and enjoys riling you up.
you hate aemond targaryen.
you hate his silver hair. you hate his pale blue eyes. you hate his pouty lips. you hate his arrogant and smug ass, always trying to win every argument you two have. you hate how tall and lean he is, and how his muscles flex under his shirt every time he leans down to grab his backpack. you hate how he can’t go a day without opening his mouth to humiliate you, which always end in debates that have the whole class hating you two more than you hate each other. you hate how smart he is, something you’ll never admit aloud, because feeding his ego is the last thing you want. you hate, hate, hate how your heart rate picks up every time he looks at you with such intensity, you can’t even hold eye contact. you hate how everyone seems to be falling head over heels for him. and you absolutely hate that you have found yourself staring at him more times than you should.
everyone knows how you and aemond can’t stand each other. and that is exactly why you professor thought it was a good idea to pair you two for the last project of the semester, that way you could learn to “get along”. as if you’re in pre-school again.
so here you are now, sitting across from him in the library, pretending to read something when, in reality, you can’t stop looking at him, as he’s focused on the paper in front of him.
“are you reading?” he asks all of a sudden, startling you.
“are you blind?” you try to play it cool, leaning back on the chair.
“apparently you are,” aemond laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “you’re reading the book upside down.” a shiver rolls down your spine, face heating up in embarrassment at getting caught.
“yeah… whatever.” you leave the book aside, trying to ignore the big lump in your throat as you get up, not daring to look at him. “i’ll look for another book.”
what were you thinking?
you hide behind a bookshelf, covering your face with your hands. a million thoughts race through your mind, a lot of them being excuses so you can never have to face him again.
“i’m supposed to hate him,” you whisper, leaning against the bookshelf. you try to repeat the words in your mind but you can’t seem to believe it anymore.
“i don’t believe you,” you open your eyes, surprised that he’s followed you. aemond is looking at you with crossed arms and an amused smile. “and i’m sure you don’t believe that either.”
“you’re arrogant and annoy the shit out of me, of course i hate you!” but that only seems to amuse him even more, which makes you fume.
“nah, i think you want to kiss me.” he says, stepping closer. you take a step back, trying to avoid his intense gaze.
“that mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit.” you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you, but aemond only chuckles, trying again and succeeding this time. his pale hand grabs your hip, caging you between the bookshelf and his body.
“such a fierce little thing.” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks. “you want to know what else this mouth does?”
your breath hitch in your throat, and you lose the ability to speak. all you can do is surrender to him. the more you look at him, the more you notice certain things about him. like the freckles on his nose or the darkness filling his eyes, pupils so dilated you can barely see the blue.
“what? cat got your tongue?” he teases, hand sliding up, up and up until he cups your face.
“i hate you,” you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. you don’t see it, but you can almost hear his smile.
“you keep telling yourself that, love,” he pauses and you stop breathing for a second, anticipation and adrenaline coursing through your body. “but i won.”
the butterflies in your belly go crazy the second you feel his lips against yours.
you hate aemond targaryen. or so you thought.
#note. . . i hope you liked it! some dialogues were taken from this list of prompts. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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FRIENDS!? Chapter 8
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Series ML
Pairing: poly!ateez × f!reader (An ATEEZ Office AU)
Genre: Mature, Angst, Yandere, SMUT
Warning: none
W.C: 3k
For my beloved: @oreharuuu
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Hello, Can we be friends please?
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"You didn't have to cut the call like that."
Hearing your whining voice, the boy in front of you laughs out aloud earning a glare from you. He leans forward to ruffle your hairs, making you more annoyed.
"But I'm really sorry for that...I was half awake and didn't know what I was speaking so don't mind me if I had said anything weird." He pouts in the end.
"It's okay. I was asking why you told me that I have studied in that school since middle school but actually I have studied there only high-school. Do you know if something happened during the time when I was sick?"
"not really...I was a transfer student and I heard from you that you studied there since middle school. We used to sit together and gradually we became friends but why are you asking these all of a sudden?" He creases his brows.
"just asking." You sigh and look down to your smoothie.
"Y/n..."
"Gyu...I thing those CEOs are hiding something from me." You haven't look up but you can feel his stare on you.
"What makes you think like that?" he places his chin on the fist.
You pause and think of all the previous months, "Gyu...I started to get along with some of them who seem pretty friendly and they told me about our friendship a lot but every time their words felt like as if they were hiding some part of the story. And also..." you look around and leans forward to whisper, "I am remembering everything...and it's not like those dreams anymore. I can totally remember how I have spent my times with them. I can now see their faces and remember their voices and everything."
You are taking medicines for last one month and it's really helping too fast to regain your memories. The doctor told you that it's only because you are surrounded by the people who are part of the memories. Their presence, their voices and their images are colliding with the barrier and making your past vision getting cleared.
"Like...everything?"
"not really...all the happy and fun times are there but still something is missing."
"Maybe there is something...bad and if anything triggers your mind then you can remember the rest." He raises his brows and you nod, "maybe possible."
"Do you want to remember them?"
"I don't know..."
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"Hey Star!" your cheering voice startles the girl who was earlier busy talking to the receptionist and it looked as if it was pretty much important. She waves the woman away and run towards you to engulf you in a hug. You smile, "you are here? You didn't inform me about your coming."
She laughs, "Actually, I was here to deliver some of my father's document on my way to studio so basically there was no point in informing you." She glances at her wrist watch and sighs, "also I'm running late so gotta go y/n. Fighting for the day."
Nodding to her, you watch her almost running towards the glass door, her heels were about to slip at some point but still she is a person who will fall a thousand times but will not be on time anywhere. Shaking your head, you remember that Yeosang had called you earlier because he needs some help with his assigned paper works and well you as his secretary oh-no bestfriend should help him.
He asked you to help him as his dear friend not as an office worker-secretary.
You push open the glass door to his cabin only to be greeted by a silent room with no one inside it. You crease your brows and stepped inside, approaching the bulletin board to see if he has left any sticky notes about his whereabouts but nothing is there. You glance at all the previous notes still sticking and the various little characters drawn by him in the corner of various colour small papers -he refers those drawings of tiny characters as hehetmon. A little smile appears on your face but you were yet to notice that someone is standing behind you, very close to you that he himself is surprised.
The corner of the person's lip curls up too when his gaze falls on the same thing.
"He never wants to hurt you."
You get startle to the voice and quickly turns around, placing your clutched fist above your heart and wide eyes staring back at him, "when did you enter?" as much as you are gathering courage to ask him a question, deep down you are more freaking out with the fact that it's him who is standing so close to you and alone in this room.
"why do you ask?" he asks in a low voice, one hand fished his pant pocket. His white shirt perfectly hugging his body and your eyes really not leaving any corner of his body to appreciate them. Blinking away the thoughts, you look back at him.
He is smirking at you and you fight the urge to roll your eyes, "I must believe that you all are some kinds of vampires at this point because I don't hear a sound when you all sneak behind me. you all have same behaviours at this point."
"we are brothers though."
"what? Brothers?"
He rolls his eyes, "well sort of." He walks to the chair opposite to the main chair behind the table and swivels to your direction. "living together for so many years and getting adopted by the same man. yes we are brothers. But to tell you one thing, Jongho is my real brother though."
"Do you have fever?" your feet are still glued to the exact same place and he smirks when he heard your question, "why?"
You gulp and avert your eyes towards the door and hope to Yeosang come but no one comes across.
"what happened? I asked you a question."
"you...you are talking normally to me. this doesn't feel right. I mean like it's nice that you are being good to me but still..." you look down at your shoes and cursing in your mind for blabbering nonsense.
He chuckles, "y/n, look at me. are you scared of me?"
You shake your head but he is moving his head in every direction to get a glimpse of your face, "then why are you not looking at me?"
"Um...I need to find Yeosang..."
As you stepped forward, he blocks your view with his frame and smiling down at you. Your every movement is restricted by him. nervousness visible on your face, his finger curls your locks and tugs them behind your ears. Heart beating in your ears, blood pumping to your face due to the close proximity. "San..."
He leans forwards, humming in your ears "say my name again, pretty girl."
Should I say that I remember this name? Pretty girl...
"San...I need to go."
He holds you close, embracing you in a warm hug. Why is he acting like this suddenly? What happened to him? you slightly push him and step towards the door. His eyes go wide with the sudden action but he smirks while fishing his palms inside the pocket of his denims.
You look back at him for once before exiting the door and heaving a sigh. But to your dismay, he exits the door just behind you.
"do you need something?"
"yes...you."
You stare at him for a second before making your way towards Hongjoong's office. Yeah, that's the only safe option for you. No one would dare to do anything if he is around but why this person is acting like someone has possessed him. even when he is acting nice towards you, his actions are creeping you out.
The steps quicken but you can feel him trailing just closely behind you. A wide smile visible on his face, eyes following your each panic and nervous steps and turn towards the Hongjoong's cabin. You are now confused because you thought him to go away when knowing the known path but he is still in his way, following you.
Reaching near the red door, you pause and stare at it, questioning whether to enter or go anywhere else. He stops in his track and leans against the railing behind him, he is just a few feet away from you. You nervously glance between the door and him. when you are about to knock, his voice interrupts you.
"Enter the room...he knows you will be here."
Is he fooling with you?
"why are you following me?"
He starts laughing and brushed his hair back, "I can do anything in my office and you are my personal assistance so the boss can be with his assistant anywhere. Maybe doing anything. Also-"
You couldn't take any more from him, so without knocking you push open the door and are greeted with three persons already inside the room, staring at your direction. You send a smile towards them and awkwardly move forward but they are curiously watching your form.
Yeosang is smiling at you from the sofa and pats the place beside him and you approach him. Hongjoong standing behind his desk, is still in a serious mask but when he catches your eyes at him, he smiles back and Seonghwa across from him—well his expression is unpredictable. You don't actually know what he is feeling or why he is staring at you like this but you are sure about one thing that you are definitely freaking out inside because of his presence. Earlier, San was not enough that you have to face this man as well.
There is a really something about Seonghwa that is making you nervous.
"what happened, y/n?"
Hongjoong breaks the awkward the moment between you all and you shake your head, "ah..it's nothing." You turn to your side, "I was searching for Yeosang but he was not there in his cabin."
"oh! Yeah, I have given those papers to Jongho. No need to worry for that."
You nod with a smile.
Entering the room, you felt a tensed atmosphere inside the cabin and with you here, it's seemed to be more heavy air for breathing. The door opens slowly and enters the uninvited one. As if you are invited. Well, the first thing he did, winking to your direction and going towards the bookshelf near the wide glass view of the city. You glare at him but he is enjoying your silly expression and smiles at you again.
What is literally wrong with him?
Is he planning something to get rid of you?
Of course not. Right?
Hongjoong notices the interaction between you two when he suddenly said, "what is going on between you two?"
"Nothing!" you said too loud earning chuckles from two, Hongjoong raised his brow and having an amusing look and the last one enjoying the situation a lot.
"Joong, there's a lot going on in your office."
"what do you mean?"
"My pretty girl is being a curious one these days and asking about the childhood stories from others. Why?" he said and flips the page of the book in his hand.
Your ears perk upon the words coming out his mouth. Why is he saying it like he is suspecting you for something? Seonghwa smiles and stands up, he takes off his coat and walks towards you. You are attentive to his actions. He nears your form and kneels down in front of you, placing his palms over your knees. You awkwardly smiles towards him and glance at Hongjoong. Why is he not stopping him?
"do you remember our past?" he asks you softly. You lick your lips and bit the lower lips. Yeosang caress your head with a smile on his face, urging you to speak.
"I...no...nothing..."
You lied. Even if you can remember a lot of things but yet you are confused and don't feel like sharing anything with them.
"but you were asking about us." He tilts his head to the side.
"I was just trying to be friends...again."
Yes. That's true, even if you started to get to know them out of curiosity but gradually, you are feeling close with them. They are really making you feel like the most important part of their life. It's not good to hide from them. It's been days, oh wait it's been months that you are staying here with them. You have become some of their best friends all over again. There are some things you remembered. And also, Some things you need to get clarified.
"that's good."
You nod to Yeosang.
"Hongjoong...you asked me if I remembered something from my past right?"
"Yeah..."
"I can." You look at four of them preciously and gulp, "I can remember our friendship."
You add,"not everything...but a lot."
Hongjoong has a mixed expression on his face. You search for a particular emotion over his features but all you get is a tension visible.
Is he scared of something?
Seonghwa's grip on your palm above your thigh tightens to your words and Yeosang is shocked to hear the confession. But there is one person whose expression is unexpected, San. He is blankly staring at you but when he caught your eyes, he smiled at you. Now, it's your time to get shock. Why is he smiling?
"As far as I can remember, we were good friends...really good friends." You stare at Seonghwa, "more than just...friends."
"Y/n..."
"Can someone please explain me how come this happened?"
Seonghwa quickly asks, "what happened?"
You remain silent. You don't know how to say it. Previously, you didn't want to say anything about this to them. You were unsure of the facts being true but when you got to remember them, their memories, their every touch, their smiles, their laughs and their confessions. You are sure that all those are not just some dreams anymore but some realities that you had to forget for some reasons.
"y/n...please tell me."
You place your hand above his with a smile, "Hwa..." his breath hitches with you calling him with the nickname, "I was in relationship with you...all."
"love..." Hongjoong's voice is heavy and low but it's audible to all of you. You stare at him and lick your lips. He slowly steps forward and stands behind Seonghwa, "you remember us?"
You nod and cast a glance towards San. His gaze is fixed on you. Yeosang scoots closer to you and side hugs you with a smile. "we are together again. Now no one can separate us again, right?"
"but I want to ask you all one thing."
Hongjongs folds his hand above his chest and nods his head but a little smile visible on his face.
"what are you all hiding from me?"
"no-"
"Joong, you are. Even if there's these nice memories of ours but still there are these blur scenes which are itching inside me. Please tell me."
Seonghwa cups your one cheek, "it's better not to remember those things. Please, we are relieved that you remember us again but we are more than happy that you can't remember those parts."
"Is it that bad?"
He hesitates to reply but smiles, "yes. Please don't force yourself to remember it."
"I won't." you pat Yeosang's hand around you, "But if I remember them naturally, then?"
They are silent.
You suddenly laugh at them and they stare at you confusedly.
"what happened?"
"why are you laughing?" Hongjoong asked and furrowed his eyebrows.
"lets forget about this topic." You remove the arms from around you and also, remove Seonghwa's hands from your lap to step towards Hongjoong. Standing just in front of Hongjoong, you extend a hard towards him, "friends?"
He stares at your hand and blinks at you, "friends..." He holds your hand with a wide smile across his face. "but why are you asking this suddenly?"
"I want to start our bond again. We should start our relationship again from the first step of friendship. So, we are now friends."
He smiles at you but when you turn around, you come face to face with someone whom you were trying to ignore these days. Your heart ache to see him after confessing the truth to them. Tears welling up in your eyes. His every word, every affection, the love you shared, the times you spent, holding hands with each other, the smile you shared, the affection which is still lingering on your skin is burning all over your body and inside of your heart.
"Yunho..."
NEXT
[I might be ending this series soon coz I have few other series going on and I have ideas for plots for them but Idk how to continue this one. this series might seemed a bit of rush though.]
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HIIII ok so ive been loving all ur works, and i was just wondering if u could do a lo’ak x reader?? maybe like they’ve been fighting their feelings for each other but now as they’re learning the way of the water they just can’t resist each other anymore?? maybe like a late night talk by the beach??
summary: best friends, that's all they are. or, at least that’s what [y/n] keeps trying to convince herself.
lo’ak x fem!reader
a/n: thanks so so much for the request! it’s short and sweet, full of fluff. hopefully you enjoy. feedback, reblogs, and reqs are always appreciated.
warnings: major fluff, best friends to lovers, the result of mutual pining, cutie patooties
tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @eywas-heir
kiss her, you fool !!
the beach was silent that night, the waves calm as they brushed against the shore in a consistent manner. it was rather peaceful, the soft sound of the ocean harmonizing with the breeze.
but, peace could only last for long. threaded into the sounds of the waves crashing came quiet laughter, muffled by hands clasped to each other’s mouths in order to shut each other up. if you were genuinely curious enough to track down the mysterious noises, you would not be shocked to find a pair of teenagers hidden together behind a rock next to the tide pools.
there sat [y/n] and lo’ak, their faces flushed from the laughter they attempted to keep down, although it was clearly a struggle based on their breathless voices.
“lo’ak,” she hissed, trying to push her grin off of her face. “quiet! you know your father will not react kindly to us being out here.”
he rolled his eyes, dropping his head backwards to stare up at the star-lit sky. “does it even matter at this point?” he wondered aloud. “i mean, i don’t think i can disappoint him any further than i already have.”
“nonsense!” she huffed, leaning towards him with a soft smile. “i’ve seen the capabilities of your stupidity, lo’ak, and there is far much more that you could do. trust me!”
he chuckled at that, causing her to feel a pang of pride for making him laugh. “well, aren’t you just a wonderful friend,” he teased with a shake of his head.
at that word, she wrinkled her nose, but quickly willed the expression off of her face. “you do need someone to keep you on your toes, boy.” [y/n] looked away and towards the dark horizon, silently cursing at herself. she needed to stop. stop thinking of him like that.
the girl’d been fighting her feelings since before they left the omaticaya clan, before they left their home. thanks to her history with the sully family and the lack of her own parents after their deaths during a raid, she had quite enough resources and evidence to use against neytiri and jake, eventually convincing the pair of protective parents to let her join.
growing up alongside the sully siblings, even before her parents’ death, led to a very close relationship with the youngest son. she couldn’t help it—he was charismatic, full of energy. it was captivating, really, even when they were just toddlers.
she just wished it hadn’t led to her teenage years being full of heartbreak because her best friend only saw her as.. well, a best friend.
by pulling herself away from the conversation, the two faded into an unfortunate and awkward silence. it was just too damn bad that boys at that age were far too scared of making any sort of move without being one-hundred percent confident that it wouldn’t end badly, and even so, they still hesitated!
so, as an attempt to reel her back in, the boy cleared his throat. damn it, he cursed himself silently when the girl continued to stare outwards at the beach. naturally, he did it again. because he’s stupid. still, no luck!
by the third time, [y/n] turned around towards her best friend, eyebrow muscles furrowed in concern, laughter becoming apparent on her facial features. “are you okay?” she questioned, a smile slowly crawling its way back onto her lips.
almost immediately, his face flushed. “oh, yeah. ‘m fine!” he swallowed, his voice far too high pitched. “just something in my throat.” at that, he coughed again as if to convince her, although this time it sounded extremely artificial.
“right,” she trailed teasingly. “because, if you need water…”
“[y/n], don’t even think about it,” he warned sternly, immediately pushing himself to his feet.
“too late!” she cried joyfully, her tail pulling up and flicking against his ankles. unfortunately for lo’ak, she was weirdly strong, and the rocks were weirdly slippery thanks to the high tide earlier in the evening.
laughter burst from her throat as she watched lo’ak land backwards in the water, barely avoiding the splash. when he resurfaced, he looked less than amused. “you should have seen your face!” she mocked, tears coming to her eyes as she couldn’t catch her breath.
“shut up, [y/n]!” he huffed, but even he couldn’t ignore the entertainment of the moment. “and now who’s being too loud, huh?”
“i’m sorry,” she panted, wiping tears from her eyes. “you just don’t understand! you looked so shocked even though you knew exactly what was coming—ah!” she shrieked, feeling her weight go unbalanced thanks to a tug at her leg.
soon enough, the floated in the water with lo’ak.
when she resurfaced, he held a laugh in his throat at her expression. “please don’t murder me.”
“too late!”
now, if you ignored the sounds of laughter earlier, you would most likely be pissed at the fact that they got even louder. and this time, if you were just too angry to stay in bed, you would definitely not be shocked at the two teenagers who tackled each other in the waves, practically water-boarding the other. but, the moment that you saw the amount of enjoyment in their eyes, only the most soulless creatures would continue to scold them for it.
“[y/n]!” the boy cried, hands going up in defense. “please, please! mercy!” he called, the salty water clouding his vision. immediately, he felt her strain release, only leaving the girl sitting on top of his chest, a prideful grin causing a deep sting at his defeat.
teasingly, the girl flexed her arms. “who’s the champion?” [y/n] joked, sticking her tongue out at him.
he could only stare at her silently, though. his breath was slowly increasing, composure finally restoring. and yet, he still couldn’t speak, words stuck in his throat at he stared at the girl sitting on his chest.
“lo’ak?” she questioned after he hadn’t reacted in any way, shape, or form. that was very much not like the lo’ak she knew. he was always a sore loser!
you only have one chance, a voice deep within his head whispered to him, his eyes flickering to his best friend’s lips. only got one chance… he took a breath in.
kiss her, you fool!
and so, he did, his arm reaching up and gently bracing her neck. he sat himself up with his other elbow, leaning against it to give him a bit more leverage. and so, their lips came together, greeting each other with a yearning they both had been fighting for years.
and it was the best moment of [y/n]’s entire life.
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omg !! I saw your post where you said you'd be taking song fic requests and I have one. 🫣
song: you belong with me - Taylor Swift
lyrics: "But she wears short Skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.."
Pairing: football player!lee know x introverted!reader
genre: angst (with fluff at the end...?)
You Belong With Me~
a/n: this is absolutely my favourite song ever! @hugsforjungwon thanks for requesting this, it was thrilling to write, and I hope you like it!
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The night was calm and peaceful. You lounged on the couch, absentmindedly swiping through your phone, while your best friend, Minho, lay sprawled across you. An 80’s hip-hop song played softly in the background, prompting you to groan. "Who on earth decided to play this ancient song?" you quipped, only to answer your own question. "Oh right, we have a Minho in the room." He simply rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle.
You and Minho had been inseparable since childhood, so close that you even defied the college rules and secretly roomed together. In your opinion, sharing a room with your best friend was far better than being stuck with some spoiled rich girl. The college dorm arrangements were always harsh, and you didn't want to take any chances.
Over time, your connection with Minho has only grown stronger, and perhaps, you've developed a crush on him. However, you knew deep down that his relationship status as someone's boyfriend rendered your feelings insignificant. It was heart-wrenching for you, but what truly mattered was Minho's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.
Tonight appeared to be just like any other normal night, with both of you lying down engrossed in your phones. Strangely enough, Minho seemed restless, his fingers dancing furiously on the screen as he typed away. Suddenly, his ringtone erupted into a fast-paced melody, prompting him to abruptly leave the room. You didn't pay much attention at first, but you could faintly hear his voice resonating from outside the door. He was tense and arguing.
You realised it was another one of the many fights between him and his girlfriend. You sighed and turned your attention back to your phone. After a few minutes you heard him come back inside, a hand running through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.
“Trouble in paradise?” you asked putting your phone down and turning your attention to him. Minho laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair again, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "Not exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and frustration. "Jiyeon is wonderful, really. It's just that we have different...senses of humor. She didn't appreciate one of my jokes, I brushed it off as something trivial, and now she's giving me the silent treatment."
"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."
"They do not."
"You're the only one who laughs at them."
"You do too!"
"Only because they're so bad!". As you uttered those words, your gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if avoiding eye contact would reveal the hidden truth of your admiration for Minho's jokes.
"Jiyeon's not bad, of course, but don't you think you jumped into this a little too quickly?" The thought had been lingering in your mind, quietly questioning whether Minho's trust in everyone was warranted. It took him quite some time to let his guard down and trust someone, and although you would never voice it aloud, you couldn't help but feel that he had rushed into this relationship faster than he was comfortable with.
Maybe it was because Jiyeon actually registered as a girl to him. After all these years of being friends, you probably didn’t look any different than the boys to him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy dressing up, it just wasn't a priority for you, and you didn't have much time for it. Growing up in a small neighborhood, you weren't exactly the social butterfly either.
Jiyeon, on the flip side, always exuded an air of elegance and charm. She was effortlessly put together, making it easy to engage in meaningful conversations with her. Although she adored Jiyeon, it pained her to see her standing next to Minho. They didn't even have to be physically close to give off the impression of a couple.
As your conversation gradually faded, you decided to play some music. The song that came on was your absolute favorite, causing you to sway your head and unleash your inner karaoke star. Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping along to the rhythm.
"Jiyeon would absolutely despise listening to this," Minho remarked.
"It's quite entertaining!" you replied with a smirk.
Uh huh, sure," he playfully retorted.
In that moment, you couldn’t think of what Jiyeon thinks of all things. You saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a bit silly and funky? You were a little silly and funky yourself. Sometimes it made you wonder how Minho could spend time with you, considering how different you were from Jiyeon. It just didn't make sense to you.
But what did Jiyeon really know? She wasn't the one who had known him for ages, who could sense his moods from across the house, or who shared all his inside jokes. No, that was you. But did it even matter anymore? Who were you to feel bitter about Minho's new love interest? Just a friend who hung on his every word, whether you showed it or not.
"I don't understand how you can listen to this," Minho interrupted your thoughts, causing you to quickly look away, feeling your face flush from almost being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."
"Not to me," you replied, watching Minho get up to make some tea. You couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of barrier over his eyes that you could remove, so he could see you for who you truly were: everything he had been searching for.
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The following day, Minho was in the company of Jiyeon during the morning, but upon his return, he seemed unusually quiet. It was evident that he had a lot on his mind, so you decided not to disturb him. However, you couldn't resist for too long.
"I noticed you left in the morning," you mentioned.
"Yeah, I was with Jiyeon," he replied.
"Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned.
He let out a forced laugh. "As alright as it can be, I suppose."
You nodded, not wanting to pry further. "Are you ready for the big game this afternoon?" you inquired. "Yeah, I guess," he responded nonchalantly. You smiled, reassuring him, "You're our star quarterback, you'll do great." Extending your fist, you offered him a fist bump, and he reciprocated.
The game arrived sooner than expected, and you quickly put on your house scarf before rushing to the stadium to wish Minho luck. Spotting him, you couldn't contain your excitement and almost tackled him to the ground. His laughter filled the air, a rare and beautiful sound. It was moments like these that made you feel privileged to be one of the few who could bring out that genuine joy in him.
As you said 'Good Luck,' you both performed your special handshake, a ritual you always followed before every game. Afterward, Minho mentioned that he had something important to tell you and went off to prepare himself. You waved him goodbye and found a seat in the bleachers. It was then that your gaze fell upon Jiyeon, she was the head cheerleader, energetically waving her pompoms and looking absolutely adorable in her tight top and short skirt, something you would never be. You couldn't help but feel surprised that Minho didn't approach her for a kiss or something.
The game began and the crowd erupted with cheers, each person supporting their own team. In the end, your and Minho's team emerged victorious! You jumped up, threw your scarf aside, and hurried down to meet Minho.
"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you, as always," you said excitedly.
"Thanks, y/n," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
You continued to gush about the thrilling game, but then noticed that Minho was only focused on you. Curious, you asked him what was on his mind.
"I wasn't completely honest earlier. Jiyeon and I... we broke up. And I've been thinking aboutwhether I made the right decision or if I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."
You stood there, shocked, and surprised. Was this really happening?
Without warning, Minho swept you off my feet and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. In that moment, it felt like the entire world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.
There was nothing wrong with exploring, making mistakes, and searching for love. But if it wasn't out there, Minho would always come back.
He would always come back to the person he had known all along.
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Guts to say anything (Eddie Munson x F! Reader)
Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Summary - Two idiots in love finally being able to admit their feelings to each other, middle school best friends to lovers
Warnings - None! Just the slightest amount of angst
Word count - 3433
A/N - This fic is based on the song Guts by All Time Low, give it a listen while you read!! Another fic I’ve managed to bang out during work, I’m really happy with this one just because I think its super cute :) have fun!
Requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! Remember to leave a like and comment/reblog to support your local fic writers
The trailer was quiet this time of night, but the soft voice of Eddie Munson. Wayne had left a couple of hours ago for his shift at the plant. Eddie's uncle always insisted she just call him Wayne, or Uncle Wayne, insisting that she was practically family so there was no need for a Sir or Mr when speaking with him.
Fall had come to Hawkins and the happy feeling of summer had subsided as the season shifted and a new semester at Hawkins High started.
It was an ordinary Tuesday evening. She had promised Eddie she would come over and help him write his paper for Ms. Click's class, determined to help him finally graduate high school two years late so they could graduate together.
Papers laid strewn around his bed, and their countless history books laid among them along with pens and highlighters. Eddie was reading aloud a passage for his paper for her to hear.
She was laid out on his bed, her head laid along the side of the bed close to where Eddie was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed with his paper in his hands. Her handwriting intertwined his on the paper.
"From this perspective it may be considered that the allied forces were rescued by the Americans joining the war efforts during the first world war, helping to turn the tide against the Germans."
"Don't say Germans, it was the Triple Entente." She corrected him, nabbing the paper from his hand and underlining the word, indicating he should fix it.
"And this is exactly why I keep you around." Eddie joked and took back his paper before he started reading again, this time with his narration voice that he used for Dungeons and Dragons, making his very ordinary paper on World War One a much more enjoyable experience and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Come on, you know I can't focus when you do that." She whined and kicked his shoulder with her foot. "It's too late to focus anyway." Eddie rubbed his face, trying to keep the sleepiness at bay.
She had been helping Eddie with his essays for what seemed like forever. They had been friends since middle school, and their friendship had started with her hating every single ounce of his being. Ever since Eddie had checked out every single Dungeons and Dragons book he could find in the library, and not caring to return them by their due date.
The librarian had gotten so tired of her constant asking about the books being returned that she told who had checked them out. That day at lunch, she sat next to Eddie for the first time and demanded to see the books, since he was keeping her from learning about the fantastical world of Dungeons and Dragons, it only seemed fair.
And that had been the start of their friendship. He had been older, which sucked because it meant they never shared their library period together, and he went to high school before her. But ever since the club started there had always been a spot for her in Hellfire. "It's only fair after I kept you from the game for so long." He'd joke and say.
Ever since that day they had been thick as thieves, practically joined at the hips and everyone knew that. When Eddie was a senior and got his first note that he would be held back she had joked he'd failed just to stay with her, it may not have been that far from the truth if you asked him.
"You know, I'm convinced you just can't leave me here all by my lonesome."
"Yeah, you're right someone's gotta keep an eye on you, because we all know I am the voice of reason in this friendship." He would jab right back at her. "Besides, I can't have you find a new prank partner if I'm not around."
"I could never." She meant it, there was no one that could ever replace Eddie, his place in her life.
Eddie bought her books, all sorts of them. Fantasy, science fiction, classical literature. Just to be able to see her reaction to reading them. In return she would supply him and subsequently the Hellfire club with baked goods.
They fit so well together, there was never any pressure to be anyone else but themselves when they were around each other. Being with Eddie was easy, it was natural and it was perfect.
Which is what made it so difficult to tell when these feelings had started. Eddie had always been cute, even when his hair was buzzed in middle school. But as he got older, and his hair got longer, there was a different sort of charm to him. And she had started picking up on it.
The way he started dressing, finding his classic rock inspired style with his rings and chains. The leather jacket he absolutely refused to go without. Deciding one day to cut his own bangs, which ended up in her having to help him.
Her eyes would be lingering for a little too long on his face, finding her eyes wandering during class to where he was sitting just so she could look at him. Or her mind going completely crazy with thoughts of him.
Before she really knew what had happened she found herself in the scenario having the biggest crush, on her longest and best friend. She had tried pushing the feelings away, but that just made them come by stronger. She would come home from school, or from his trailer and just scream into her pillow.
Butterflies kept appearing in her stomach whenever she was around him and she found herself stuttering and falling over her words more and more frequently.
Some part of her heart had slowly been falling in love with Eddie Munson, until she was head over heels without noticing before it was too late.
Eddie had continued reading aloud his essay but she wasn't listening to what he was saying. She was too focused on his voice to be able to listen to what he was saying.
She had been in his room more times than she could count. Granted it had changed a lot over the years. She had helped him hang at least half of the posters that decorated the walls, even helped him install his precious guitar stand. His room was messy, but in a lived in sort of messy charming way. It felt like crawling inside a part of Eddie’s brain and she could spend hours in here studying every inch of the room.
Books that couldn't fit on his small shelf were stacked on the floor in between the heaps of clothes that were spilling out of his closet. It permanently smelled of weed in there, but she didn't mind. In her mind the smell of weed was so closely linked to Eddie by that point.
Her hands ran over the blanket on his bed, the one she had knitted for him when she had her knitting phase years ago. It was worn out and practically falling apart but he had still hung onto it. Same with the one in the living room that laid on the couch.
Some part of Eddie couldn't bring himself to get rid of anything she made. There was a box, shoved to the way back beneath his bed filled to the brim with everything she had ever made him. From failed knitting projects, to every birthday card and even every note she passed him during school.
She was the most solid part of his life beside his uncle. There was never a moment where he felt as if she wasn't there for him. Of course they had fought, they were teenagers who sometimes got too caught up in their own mess to not have had small fights.
But they always found their way back to each other eventually. He would write her a song, or she would bake something and bring to him at the trailer park late at night, and he would let her in and they would eat and laugh about whatever stupid argument they had had.
Eddie had always loved her, deep down no matter the kind he had always loved her since that first day in the cafeteria. The feeling grew and changed with the year, and he realized that she felt like home. His home.
He wasn't sure when his feelings had shifted from platonic companionship into romantic longing, but he adored her. Every part of her, even the ones that sometimes drove him crazy.
It was difficult having her around without the feelings threatening to spill over, but he tried his best to keep them at bay. Convinced she did not feel the same way about him that he felt about her.
Besides, she was already getting flack at school for being best friends with the freak, he couldn't imagine what might happen if they became something more.
"You paying attention up there?" Eddie turned his head to look up at where she was laying. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly. Eddie played with the rings on his fingers, a habit he had picked up when he felt the urge to touch her.
The intense want to brush stray pieces of hair out of her face, or to hold her hand. And the worst thing was that he had done all of those things countless times before. But that was when he wasn't aware of the feelings brewing inside of him and he knew that touching her could send him spiraling.
"Falling asleep?" He asked softly and she only hummed in return.
"Need me to drive you home? Or you could stay if you want."
She scrunched her nose, knowing her parents didn't care too much but they wouldn't be happy she stayed the night at Eddie's on a school night. She had stayed over at his place more times than she could count, but on a school night?
Her parents thought their friendship in middle school had been cute, but they got more and more suspicious as they both got older.
"You know if you like him that is ok!"
"Mom no gross, it's Eddie I could never think of him that way."
It had been a lie and she knew it, in fact it was one of the only things she thought about these days. In fact it was one of the things she struggled not to think about.
"You do know it's only ten minutes to walk right?" She pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows and could look down at where he was seated on the floor.
"And? Hawkins is dangerous this time of the night." It was true, more and more strange things kept happening in the small town they used to think was so dull the most dangerous thing that could happen was someone dying of boredom.
She only laughed him off, grabbing her bag and stuffing all her school materials into it. Not worried about leaving anything because Eddie would just bring it the next day.
"Well, if something happens you'll get to say I told you so at my funeral."
Her parents weren't the only ones suspicious of their relationship. Eddie's uncle would occasionally cast them a couple of quick looks. And their friends were convinced it was only a matter of time before they got together. They would never say it directly, but they teased it a lot.
Everyone else but them seemed to have picked up on the feelings they both had towards each other. The two of them were completely oblivious to it.
Eddie stayed seated at the floor as she packed up. "Well if you don't hurry your funeral will be from dying in your room after your parents ground you after breaking curfew again."
"Wait, what time is it?" Her blood ran cold, she had already broken curfew twice already this month because of Eddie and even though her parents seemed to like Eddie, they did not appreciate his ability to make her late home.
"Just about to be eleven." Eddie turned his wrist to read the watch face that was strapped to it. "Shit." She cursed under her breath and hurried her movement, shoving the last of her stuff into the bag and slinging it over her shoulder.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Eddie's lips without realizing what she had done, she walked out of his room. Just as she had stepped outside and replayed the last thirty seconds in her mind she realized what she had done.
Her limbs went completely numb and practically went into shock. Deciding it was best to not look back at the mess she created she kept walking starting her trail back home.
Eddie on the other hand was completely stunned, unable to form a coherent thought. His fingertips gently grazed his lips where hers had been just a moment before.
His body acted before he could think and suddenly he was on his feet running out of the trailer. His boots crunching against the gravel road leading out of the trailer park as he ran after her.
Now Eddie hadn't actually thought about what he would say when he caught up with her, just that he couldn't let her leave just yet. "Hey! Hey wait up!" He shouted after her, and she stopped for a moment turning to look at him.
His cheeks were flushed pink, but it wasn't from the run or from the early fall temperatures. She felt her chest clench and mouth going dry as he approached, terrified that what she had just done had ruined their friendship.
"You- you can't leave." Eddie simply said he was a little out of breath and his hand had grabbed onto her wrist keeping her from leaving. He was only holding it loosely and she could easily have pulled it out of his grasp, but it suggested he wanted her to stay. "Not after that you can't leave."
There was a sincerity in his voice as he spoke and she could see his eyes were softer than normal.
"Eddie I'm sorry I don't know why I did that it was stupid and I didn't think-"
"You walk to school every morning, which is ridiculous because I've offered to drive you a million times. And you're a reckless pedestrian and I've probably almost hit you more times than I can count." Eddie blurted out, neither of them were sure of what he was saying. "And I know exactly what you bring for lunch every day because it's always the same, except for on Fridays because then you bring your homemade banana bread and you always let me have a piece."
She could see his face was slowly turning more and more red as he spoke.
"Because that is just who you are, you're kind. So kind in fact that you still help me with my homework, and you show up to Hellfire early every single week without fail to help me set up. You've never forgotten my birthday, and I know that because I've saved every single card you've ever made me. You refuse to learn how to drive because it terrifies you."
Eddie was full on rambling now, it was as if his brain couldn't keep up with the words coming out of his mouth. A part of her found it adorable, but she was also utterly confused.
"Why are you-" Eddie cut her off again, still not letting her speak. "Let me finish please because if I don't finally say it I feel like I might explode."
"I don't care that you're my best friend, that you're a part of my life, my family. I don't care that you're also a mess." She could feel her own cheeks heating up as he spoke. "And I don't care what happened in there, why you did it. I love you, I've loved you every single day since we first met. And I don't care if you don't feel the same way but you have to know that I love you."
She finally managed to meet his gaze and look him in the eye. His dark brown eyes shining in the dimly lit night.
"Are you done?" He nodded in response, biting his bottom lip. A thousand thoughts were racing through both of their heads as they stood there in the night looking at each other. And for a couple of moments she was unable to speak, slowly processing what he had just said.
Those words that she had only imagined in his wildest dreams that he would say. Was this really real? Did he actually say these things? Or was this just another dream and in reality she was tucked into her bed sleeping peacefully.
But no, he was there, standing in front of her. His hand was still around her wrist proving that this was really happening. She could feel the cold metal of his rings against her skin and it helped her focus on what was really happening here.
"You're a mess too." She finally said after what felt like an eternity. "And you're my best friend." She pulled her wrist from his grip and she swore she could see something break in his eyes. "And I love you too."
She barely managed to get out the last words before Eddie's hand cupped her face, practically crashing his lips against hers so hard she struggled to breathe. But she didn't care. Her hands threw themselves around his shoulders to steady herself as he kissed her.
The kiss was intense, needy, desperate. No matter how many times she could have imagined their first kiss, she never could have imagined it would be like this. That it would be as magical as this. Eddie kissed her like he was dying and she was the only life line he had left, it didn’t matter how close he could get because it would never be close enough for him.
Finally it was the overwhelming need of oxygen that forced them to pull away from each other. Arms still holding one another tight. Nothing was said between them, the only sound was the two of them breathing heavily. She was dizzy from the kiss, from the intensity of it.
And she was totally and utterly overcome with her feelings for him.
"Shit..." Eddie cursed under his breath as he pulled her even closer, squeezing her in his arms. "If I knew it would feel that good to kiss you I would have admitted my feelings forever ago."
"Forever?" She looked up at him and found his brown eyes meeting hers. "That's at least how long it has felt." Eddie chuckled at her as he hugged her tight. And for a moment they could just stand there, wrapped in each other not saying anything surrounded by the quiet of the trailer park.
"Can I kiss you again?" Eddie asked and she nodded in return, longing for the feeling of his lips against hers again. He leaned down and captured her lips with his, this time it was slower, tender. He was focused on savoring her, drowning in the feeling of her lips, her taste.
Eddie was totally gone, kissing her felt heavenly and he never wanted to stop. Pulling away he rested his lips against her forehead for a moment.
"Changed your mind about that ride?" He asked slyly before pressing a quick kiss to her lips, quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of her lips against his own. "Or maybe staying?" He said before giving her another kiss.
“Only if you call my parents and tell them why I won’t be coming home tonight.”
Eddie paused for a second and she swore she could have seen the gears turning in his head as he was weighing his options. “If it means if I get to spend the night with you, it’ll be worth it.” He pulled her close, letting her rest her head against his shoulder and they simply stood there for a moment. Needing time to process what had just happened.
“Is this weird?” She finally said, peeking up at him from where she stood.
“Totally weird.” He agreed and laughed. She could feel the vibrations of his laugh from deep within his chest. “But in a good way, in a very good way.”
“Ok, good.” She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Just making sure.”
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Checkmate (Part Three)
By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, hospitals, strong-ish language and Frank Kafka
A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one and two), it means the world to me. I ate like six Wispa chocolate bars (the superior chocolate) whilst writing this and I swear I have never typed so fast. I also, finally, proof read so yay!
“Reid-”
“You can’t stop me, Emily,” Spencer said, pulling the tubes out of his arms, indifferent to the pain, “I need to see them. I will see them.”
JJ tried to persuade him “This isn’t a movie or one of your novels, Spence please, y/n tried to kill you. You cannot see them.”
It was silent, the team avoiding making contact with Spencer and his bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair. He looked insane when he spat “Don’t say their fucking name, I am going. We all know they won’t talk to anyone else.” You would have grinned, were you there. Spencer could have sworn he saw you throw your head back and laugh in the corner of the room. It was an ironic twist of fate, the way you’d both reacted to the truth. You had become soft and timid - growing a conscience and your Spence had grown twisted and harsh.
Spencer hated himself for it but he wished you were with him.
Emily stood dumbfounded, she did not know what to expect when Spencer awoke but surely it was not this. This was not Spencer. Is this what love does to someone, she wondered.
Spencer was unrecognisable as he walked towards the exit of the monotonous hospital room, his face unreadable. Emily recalled the way it used to light up whenever your name was mentioned.
Spencer paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “
Emily would let him go - against protocol, or not - they both knew that.
They needed you to talk and the only person you would speak with was Spencer.
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Agent David Rossi slammed his hands against the tables in frustration, “We know what you did, y/n. We have evidence,” you made no move to speak, “ you can either make a deal with us and tell us who you are working for or spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell.”
Tara and Rossi took turns trying to interrogate you but you weren’t listening, you had forced yourself into the corner of your mind, reliving your favourite memories in a futile attempt to dull the throbbing pain in your heart.
It had been three years, eight months, two weeks and one day since you met Spencer Reid. You’d had left a meeting with Ben, black and blue because you had refused to kill a group of children whose worst crime had been staying up past their bedtime, and had gone straight to August.
August had been your first love and your third kill. When Ben had found out about them he had forced you to slit his wrists.
You rested your head against his gravestone, crossed-legged and book in hand. It was late and you were exhausted but you could not bring yourself to leave - perhaps it was pure stubbornness: everyone had always left you so out of spite, you refused to leave them. Or maybe it was fate. If you had left you never would have met Spencer.
“Yours,” You had read aloud, “now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now-”
“Yours,” a tall, brunette stranger interrupted. He was beautiful; he looked like you, broken. Alone might as well have been tattooed on his forehead. The stranger raised the book in his hand and you recognised the cover:
“Letters to Milena,” you had smiled. It was the same novel resting in your lap. He wore a matching smile on his face, it looked like the first time he had smiled in a while, it was certainly the first time you had.
He sat down at the grave next to August’s, the stone read ‘Maeve Donovan’.
You extended your hand, “Y/N L/N. Hi.”
He took your cold hand in his, it was much larger but fitted in yours so comfortably, “Spencer Reid,” he replied.
That night you talked for hours in the graveyard, eventually forgetting the reason you were both there to begin with.
When you got up to leave and return to the real world, he had grabbed your wrist, releasing it immediately and apologising profusely, a jolt of electricity had run up your arm, “I, er, maybe we could go out sometime…together…like an, um, date?”
You had grinned, feeling alive for the first time in years. At that moment you weren’t Y/N, The Phantom Menace, you were just Y/N, someone who at long last believed in hope.
You’d been alone in the dull interrogation room for around an hour when the door at last creaked open; there he stood.
Spencer’s breath caught in his throat - how could you sit there looking so beautiful, like something he’d never seen. Perhaps you were a fallen angel, a plague on mankind. That’s the only explanation Spencer could concoct that would validate how someone as deadly as you could look so heavenly.
He wanted to grab hold of your chin and press his lips against yours, he wanted to feel the warmth of your body pressed against his. This endless loop of thoughts made Spencer feel sick, he forced himself to remember who you are and what you’ve done. It didn’t matter though.
You watched him analyse your face, maybe you were delusion or maybe he still cared and was checking to see whether you were hurt. Whether you were okay. You weren’t, neither of you were.
You didn’t say anything as he slowly approached the steel table you were handcuffed to. You didn’t say anything as he took a seat across from you. You didn’t say anything as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Soon the silence became unbearable for Spencer.
“You tried to kill me,” he whispered.
You didn’t know how to respond. You hated that things would never be the same; you missed the way you would lie in bed and talk for hours, the mornings where you would drape yourselves across the sofa and race each other to finish the crossword first.
“I’m sorry,” you replied, hesitantly.
“That’s not good enough.”
A tear, a lone bead, trailed down your cheek. You hated he could see you cry, you yearned to wipe your sorrows away.
“Why are you here, Spence?”
He scoffed, “Oh, are we back to Spence now? When will you stop playing these games, y/n? You won. Is that what you want to hear,” his voice slowly raised into a shout, “Checkmate. You broke me.”
Spencer closed his eyes tightly, remembering how Garcia had told him you were the one who made the call.
“I need you to explain something to me.”
“Anything,” you breathed.
“Tell me what you meant by ‘the men who kidnapped me.’”
“Spencer-”
“Tell me,” he glowered, “and then we are done. You won’t ever have to see me again.”
You choked back a sob, you had been injured, nearly killed, countless times by countless people but nothing hurt like this. Spencer ignored the tears streaming down your face and the way your voice shook as you finally spoke, it was so convincing and he knew if he let himself believe it, there would be no turning back.
“When I was eight years old, I was walking home from school. My parents, well, they weren’t home much but it was my birthday and they had promised me that there would be this huge cake and lots of presents. I was so excited. I don’t know why. I was five minutes away from the house when a van pulled up beside me and these two men grabbed me and drove off.
“They used to laugh at me. They would drink and stare at my tied-up body making jokes about how my parents told the police to stop looking for me after just a few hours of looking. They would tell me how easily I could be found if someone actually cared about me.
“After a few years, they got bored of me and made me run errands for them. At first, it was drugs and then they would make me steal, rob small shops. If I didn’t then they would, um…” Spencer stared at the surface of the table, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from uncuffing you and then escorting you out of the FBI building if he did.
You continued, “It was easier to do what they said. I thought that if they let me go far enough, maybe I would get caught. Anything…anything would have been better than being with Aidan and Steven Keith. At least that’s what I thought.”
Spencer’s mind was racing with a thousand possibilities. He hates it when you cry, he hates it when you’re hurt, he sat frozen, not knowing what to do.
“They got in, um, trouble with Be-the leader of this local gang. Some drug deal gone wrong I think. They tried to trade me as a gesture of good faith - I was seventeen. I killed Steven and thought I had escaped but they found me in an alley.
“They started training me to be an assassin, sending me out to do their dirty work. I didn’t want to, at first, I swear it, Spencer. But then it became a way to disassociate. When I held that little blade I became a completely different person, it was the only way I could survive. I wanted to escape but I couldn’t get away from him.” Him?
“And then…I met you.”
Spencer remembered the day you brought him back to life in that graveyard. It had been two weeks since Meave died and he wasn’t sure what he expected when he went to visit her for the first time but it sure as hell wasn’t you. You were mesmerising.
“After our second date I told, um, him that I was done. I told him I had money, I tried to give him everything in exchange for my freedom - a life with you, Spence, would have been worth it. He wouldn’t let me, though. We ended up meeting less and less frequently and I managed to convince him that there were worse ways to ruin his enemies' lives than death.
“I thought I was done. I was happy, we were happy; I foolishly believed we could lead a normal life.
“He told me five more people and then I was done. I did the jobs without hesitation, it’s not like they didn’t deserve it.
“It was supposed to be our last meeting, earlier,” you weren’t aware of what time it was anymore, the hours just rolled into one another, “and he revealed my loving boyfriend had lied to me. That you were a profiler for the FBI. He didn’t give me a choice, I had to…I had to kill you.”
Spencer couldn’t breathe. He forced himself to inhale, hold, and then exhale. He had more questions he needed answering.
“So you did not kill Sheppard, Daugherty, Smith, Chen or that bastard Keith?”
“No.”
“Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you say?” He did know why he was being so harsh. It was like Spencer had become two different people and he was standing mute watching this cruel figure shout at the love of his life. He wished more than anything that you could just stop loving someone, and turn it off like a switch. Spencer feared he would love you forever.
Mirroring your conversation earlier, he asked: “How did they end up dead then?”
“I told you before, I don’t know.”
‘Then think!”
“I can’t-shit.” The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Ben. He had lied to you - every life you thought you had spared, you had been wrong. He had been playing you the whole time. Perhaps you were a pawn after all.
Spencer seemed to come to the same conclusion as you.
“It was him, wasn’t it,” he asked.
There was no point lying, he knew your tell, you knew that, “yes.”
“What’s his name.”
“I can’t-”
“I won’t let him hurt you y/n, sweetheart. If he comes after you, if he touches a hair on your pretty little head, I will kill him. And…I will sleep well.” He knew that it made him a hypocrite and no better than you but he didn’t care. The thought of someone hurting you made him feel nauseous.
You whispered, “Ben. His name is Ben.”
With that, Spencer got out of his chair and went to open the door. He heard your voice call his name “Spence” from behind.
He paused but he could not bring himself to turn around and face you.
You continued anyway, “Spencer, Spence, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me,’” Your voice cracked, you couldn’t disguise your sobs as you watched Spencer. “‘We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
You hoped Spencer would come back, you foolishly hoped he would hold you but you should have known by now that hope is a myth, a horrid, twisted lie.
‘I love you, still. Always,” you promised the vacant room.
As he, at last, left the interrogation room, Spencer’s facade slipped - his composition crumbled. Heartbreaking, he leant against the door. He was exhausted from pretending that he didn’t care. As the tears started spilling down his cheeks, Spencer slid down the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Harsh sobs echo down the corridor.
Why was it always him? Why couldn’t he live a perfect life for once - it didn’t even have to be perfect, it just needed you.
By the time Spencer heard the voices of Emily and Rossi in the distance, he had already decided. He was going to find this ‘Ben’ and he was going to destroy him for what he did to you.
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Ben scrubbed at the blood that stained his knuckles, intently watching his reflection in the mirror above the sink basin.
He didn’t look away when he heard a gentle knock at the door, “enter,” he called.
The new girl, Beth something, walked in, twisting a dark curl around her finger.
“What?” He demanded.
“Y/N’s been arrested, sir,” she said, “and the agent is still alive.”
“Stupid bitch,” Ben scoffed, turning round to face the timid girl.
“She was foolish enough to get arrested and keep her dickhead boyfriend alive? Did she think she’d get away with it or what? I should have gutted that brat when I had the chance.”
Ben grinned at the thought, his rotting teeth on display. Beth took a subconscious step back at the putrid display.
“How long will her sentence be?”
“For life, Sir.”
His nasally laugh engulfed the pair, “Good. Y/N’s fallen right into my trap - it’s all going to plan, Brittney,” the destruction Ben planned to bring excited him, “Checkmate.”
A/N: Thank you for reading! Part four will be uploaded soon ◡̈
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If You Do It, I’ll Do It
Warnings: slight cursing, weapons, injuries, let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Poe Dameron x reader platonic
Request: hi!! I was wondering if you'd be okay with doing a Poe Dameron req w/ gn!teen!reader request??
Y/n is really good with combat and stuff, so they're aloud to go in missions and everything, but maybe they have a rough time on one and come back hurt so Poe has to take care of them?? (making sure they eat, changing their bandages, trying to get them to rest so they can heal despite how stubborn they are, etc.)
Request by: Anon
*not my gif*
Summary: You and Poe always do everything together, but he hadn’t realized just how seriously you took that
A/N: HAPPY MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU; also, sorry I kinda changed the request a bit
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
You and Poe always had this sort of, ‘If you do it, I’ll do it’ mentality that not only got the two of you into trouble, but life threatening situations on occasion.
Being one of the youngest resistance fighters who was taken in by General Leia Organa herself, it was often easy to escape the lectures and rants that accompanied the mischief.
Because Leia treated you both as her own children, it was a given that you would often act like siblings- whose bickering never seemed to end- but were also partners in crime.
From stealing jets, to painting a rude instructors room a bright neon color, the two of you felt as if you could do anything together and get away with it while laughing your asses off.
Perhaps all of that was why you found yourself in that situation, the feeling of being unstoppable becoming too overpowering. Your young mind not knowing any better. Not like Poe, who was actually the adult, and should have known and taught you better about.
There was a chance that this was partly his fault- Leia would think so, anyway. On numerous occasions, he had gotten himself into some dangerous situations that left way too much room for doubt about whether he would get out of it or not. And now, you had done the same thing, and weren’t even the slightest bit worried.
You had watched countless times from base as Poe easily slipped away from death's grasp after backing himself into a situation that called for it. And now, you felt like you could do so too.
The two of you were partners in crime, after all. You did everything together. So if he could get out of it, then you could too.
There had to be at least seven troopers surrounding you, each with blasters pointed at your chest.
This should be a piece of cake.
Despite the circumstances, a smirk grew on your face. Poe has faced far worse than this, clearly it was nothing you couldn’t handle.
You, along with Poe and a few other resistance fighters, had been handpicked by the general herself for this mission. The objective was to sneak into an imperial base unnoticed, grab a hard drive containing information about the empire's latest plans, and slip out without making a sound.
Simple enough. Until it wasn’t.
You, being young, were purposeful for many reasons. Being able to get into small spaces that the others couldn’t, hiding with ease in almost any place.
However, that also meant that you stuck out like a sore thumb when trying to sneak back out amongst a group of adults. Something all of you had been too caught up with other plans to notice.
And now, even though you were cornered, you were going to be fine.
Wait.
This wasn’t like other situations. You weren’t able to wield the force and you didn’t have a lightsaber like Rey. You didn’t even have a deflector shield like Poe often did.
Sure, you were very skilled when it came to combat, but you doubted the troopers were about to put down their blasters for a good old fashioned fist fight.
Realization of just how doomed you were crossed your features when it was far too late.
“Y/n!”
A voice tore through the chaos of the battle. Poe.
The trooper standing closest to you finally pulled the trigger.
The last thing you remembered seeing was Poe, fighting like hell to get to you from all the way across the hanger, a look of nothing but pure distress and desperation on his face.
-•-
Slowly, you began stirring.
The first thing you noticed was a steady beeping in a place that seemed too far away to reach. You could only hear it through a clouded, muffling the sound.
You had to practically swim through it to reach the source of the noise, and when it finally became clear, you were able to crack your eyes open.
It took you a second to try to adjust to the bright lights beaming down at you, but when you did, you began to take in your surroundings.
You were in a stark white room that you recognized to be one of the medical spaces, and you were laying on your back on one of the beds. Poe was just to your right, sitting in a chair with his arms resting on his knees and fingers laced behind his head.
Under different circumstances, if you couldn’t see the dark bags under his eyes and the disheveled state of his hair, you would have laughed at how ridiculous and out of place he looked in the imperial clothes he had used for the mission, ones that were at least a size too big for him.
“Poe?” Your voice was scratchy.
His head snapped up immediately and a sigh of relief fell from his lips, “Hey,” He breathed out, jumping up and standing over you, eyes worriedly scanning over your body, “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” You tried to pull yourself into a sitting position, only to be gently stopped and pushed back down onto the mattress.
“Don’t,” His voice was slightly strained, “Just lay down. You’ll hurt yourself.”
A frown pulled on your lips. This was so unlike Poe, the man you knew to live on the edge. Not to worry about a silly little injury, “I’m fine.” There was some slight agitation in your tone now.
“You got shot in the shoulder,” He gently lead you back down again, though his voice was clipped, “You’re definitely not fine.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and gave him an incredulous look, “What has gotten into you? I’m fine. Nothing we can’t handle.”
Poe's eyebrows shot up, “We? You’re the one who got shot.”
A shrug of your shoulders, “Well, yeah, but you’ve dealt with worse.”
His face dropped, “What? You think that just because I can handle something like that, you can too?”
Now, you were beyond confused, “Of course. Why couldn’t I?”
“Oh, maker,” He breathed out in horror, dropping back into his seat and rubbing his hands down his face.
“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” You asked, worry seeping into your voice.
“N/n,” His eyes shone as he looked up at you, “I’m a grown adult, you’re a teenager.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah. So?”
“So, of course you can’t handle the same things I can. You’re still just a kid.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Suddenly defensive, “We can do anything that the other can. We’ve always been like that.”
He shook his head helplessly, “I had no idea you thought like that,” It was as if he was talking to himself, but you could hear it too, “If I had known… What was I thinking? Always running around and goofing off with you as if I was a kid? Of course you’ll get confused, you know I’m older, but you somehow think we’re the same.”
His words were beginning to sting your heart, “What are you talking about?”
“N/n,” He said softly, getting out of the chair and crouching down beside you, gently taking your hand in his, “I’m so sorry you were ever under the assumption that just because I do something stupid and somehow get away with my life, doesn’t mean you can too. I would never want you to risk your life that way just because I could do it.”
“So what? We shouldn’t be hanging out? We shouldn’t be having fun?” Tears had begun to well in your eyes as you whispered out the words.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” He shook his head, “I love you, I really do, you’re my best friend. You just shouldn’t try to be like me.” A small, playful smile lit up his face as he tried to ease the tension, “Besides, you know I’m an idiot.”
You let out a watery chuckle, “Yeah, you are.”
Poe smiled, “So, this means you won’t put yourself in danger anymore just because you think I can do it?”
The nod of your head was enough to make him sag in relief, “Good, now come on, I’m gonna go tell Leia you’re up. She wants to give you an earful about putting yourself into dangerous situations.”
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Reading Castle in the Air to out loud to my housemates (pt. 2/2)
Picking up in Chapter 14-ish:
The djinn: "He first ordered me to steal a certain moving castle belonging to a wizard in this land of Ingary."
Housemate #1: "Oh my. Howl is furious right now." Me: "Yes, yes he is."
The genie is afraid of heights! I had forgotten about that detail. I don't think the housemates picked up on it mwahaha.
(I'm actually a bit frustrated now, because I feel certain that it came up in HMC that Howl is afraid of heights, and now I can't find where that was.)
Also the carpet being so smug that Abdullah is complimenting it while the genie is just wailing irately over both heights and having to listen to Abdullah flatter the carpet is just… it's them. It's very obvious that it's them.
All right, time to finish the rest of the book in one night, because Stuff Is Happening now.
Lettie: *realizes that Midnight is Sophie*. The housemates: "What?!!"
The housemates: "But that means Howl is Whippersnapper!" Me: *actually stops reading for like three minutes laughing uncontrollably*
The housemates: "Oh no, Abdullah's going to try to help with the wards and stuff is going to go wrong."
Sophie: "I have no idea where Howl is." The housemates: "What?!"
The housemates: "Wait, Michael must be Whippersnapper!" Sophie: *immediately clarifies that Michael left before the djinn showed up*. The housemates: *audible confusion*
*magic mirrors show Morgan*. The housemates: "They had a baby?!"
It honestly is interesting, though, because technically the reader has no proof and no reason to assume that Sophie and Howl had a kid between HMC and Castle, aside from the starting assumption that Whippersnapper is in fact Midnight's kitten. I hadn't thought of it but I can see why the housemates got tripped up on that.
Sophie basically scolds the air into letting them breathe properly on the way up to the castle and it's such a Sophie thing to do. Also it reminds me of a post about some old rain-spell that was basically scolding the clouds and about that being a Sophie-esque thing and I need to find that post and reblog it.
Sophie and Howl both hate heights. This is deeply entertaining xD
Sophie's ongoing commentary on which parts of the castle used to be the bathroom, or the broom cupboard, or something else, is just too much fun. The housemates seem to think so as well :D
There is so much screaming in the last few chapters and it is so much fun to read aloud but also my voice is probably going to regret it tomorrow.
After Flower-in-the-Night convinces the djinns to send the cook and his dog to Valeria:
Both housemates: "Wait!"
Housemate #2: "It's Howl!"
Housemate #1: "What? No, it's the squid maker guy!"
(Housemate #2 just really wants Howl back. Frankly I don't blame her.)
"Abdullah thought the metal pulley noise Sophie used to make as Midnight was actually nicer than the noise she was making now." Housemate #2: *promptly starts imitating an angry cat*
Sophie: *talks the curtains into being soundproof*
And she thinks she's not a powerful witch? She basically can make anything true just by saying that it is true.
So, all of the relationships in this books are literally love at first sight, aside from the already established ones like Howl and Sophie. And that's a little… I need to not actually stop and think about that, because if I do I'll inevitably get frustrated about unrealistic relationships. So. Not thinking about that, the soldier/Justin and Beatrice are pretty cute, and I appreciate that, even in what's basically a "love at first sight" trope, they fell for each other's characters and not their appearances. It's refreshing.
The Princess of High Norland hires Jamal! *giggles in Has Read House of Many Ways*
Flower: "And how many young ladies have you kissed by now?" Housemates: "Of course her thoughts would be so simple."
Flower-in-the-Night is extremely dramatic. That is all I will say on that. But I kind of relate, honestly.
Jamal: *patting Abdullah on the head and calling him "good dog"*. The housemates: *dying laughing*
The climax has so much going on. If I thought HMC had a convoluted climax I was wrong. Castle is much more chaotic.
"Finally [Hasruel] folded his great wings and became a dog himself." The housemates die laughing, and I have to stop reading the book to catch my breath, because I barely got through that paragraph.
Just. The dog. Jamal's dog. We love him. He is an excellent dog, even if he bites everyone (because he bites everyone).
It's interesting to see Abdullah's progression from fully adhering to the manners of Zanzib, to the point where he kicks Jamal to shut him up without a second thought.
*not me pinching my nose to more accurately do Hasruel's lines after he gets his nose bitten*
The neices. I do not know what to do with the neices. I am kind of exasperated by them.
"I like them much better than princesses. Why didn't I collect fat ladies instead?" Okay, someone's going to come after me for this, but this is funny.
Sophie: "Hello. My name is Sophie Hatter. You stole my husband. Prepare to die."
Sophie is just on an entire vengeful streak after she gets un-cat-ified, and it's kind of hilarious.
Sophie: *mentions Howl*. The genie: *starts making a fuss*. The housemates: *audible screams of excitement*
It's Howl!!!
The housemates are just as "what, you didn't realize?" as Sophie is.
Housemate #2: "Man, Howl was a useless genie! Sophie must be furious with him, actively sabotaging his own rescue. Why is she not yelling at him?" Me: "First: this is Howl; what did you expect? Second: you think she's not going to yell at him? This is Sophie."
Howl, holding Morgan: "My word, he's ugly!" Both housemates: "Howl!"
But also I love how nonchalant he is about his kid. I mean, he knew Morgan existed. He probably knew who Sophie and Morgan were as soon as they showed up as Midnight and Whippersnapper. He's had time to get used to the idea. So now he's just casually holding a baby while confronting a djinn. Which I love, for whatever reason.
And now, yes, my dear housemates. Back when you realized the moving castle had been stolen and said that Howl must be furious, you were absolutely correct. Why did you think the genie wanted to ruin everyone's lives?
Howl: "Calcifer must be here somewhere." The housemates: *scream Calcifer's name right along with Howl (and me)*
The carpet: *moves*. Housemate #1's eyes turn to literal saucers because she realizes: "Of course! No wonder he only responded to flattery!"
Howl and Calcifer immediately start quarrelling and, I mean, they've been quarrelling the entire book. And it's hilarious.
*a ton of foreign ambassadors show up*. The housemates: "How did they get there?" Me: "Y'know, I actually don't know that one…"
"'Do you know me?' Howl asked. Abdullah bowed. 'At least as well as you know me.' 'That's what I was afraid of,' Howl said ruefully." Another grand moment of getting the housemates to crack up.
*the Sultan has a fifty-foot stake for Abdullah*. The housemates: "Oh, he increased it by ten feet!"
Housemates think Sophie's responsible for the ever-blooming bluebell wood at Abdullah and Flower's house. I'm inclined to agree.
In conclusion, the housemates were delighted by the book, and I was delighted by the entire experience of reading it out loud. We're going to start House of Many Ways now :D
Wait I almost forgot!
(You can't change my mind on this one)
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candy fiend— s. harrington
summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.
pairings: steve harrington x reader
word count: 1.510k
warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again
author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️
requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)
“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.
“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”
You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.
“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.
You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.
“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.
“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.
“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”
“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”
“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.
“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.
“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.
Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.
You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”
Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.
“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.
“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.
“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”
“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.
“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.
“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.
“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.
You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.
You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.
However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.
“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.
You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.
“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.
The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.
You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.
After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.
Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.
“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.
“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.
“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.
Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”
“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.
“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.
“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”
The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.
“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.
“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.
After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.
Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.
“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.
“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.
“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fanfic#stranger things fics#morgan’s halloween themed fics#morgan’s writings
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ok i have yet to listen to the taylor swift song (i'm sorry) but imagine miles gifting you these :))
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings. – miles 1610 x reader
bored in class and missing you dearly, miles sighs to himself as he fiddles with a loose notebook page he tore from the notebook itself earlier–having leant you his favorite mechanical pencil, he can't really find the motivation to doodle, the back of his notebook already filled to the brim with sketches since he left his sketchbook at his locker.
he sighed again as the words of his teacher entered one ear and exited out of the other. he kept trying to focus, but he ended up fidgeting with the corners of the notebook page he tore–folding it here and there, creasing it in the process. he made a paper boat at first, then a crane, then with another piece of paper, he folded it into a horizontal sheet repeatedly and rolled it up. it crudely resembled a ring to him, and he smiled, remembering a line from a song you really like, and he kept unfolding the paper and refolding it until he found the right design.
he somehow was able to make an amateur paper ring without any tutorial, with just his hands and creativity to work with; it had a small, creased-looking heart on it that he kept trying to give shape to, which he thought to draw the kaomoji you always got reminded of him by. after class, he had wondered whether to give it to you or not, he was anxious if you'd even accept it since it looked pretty messy and amateurish–but nonetheless, what mattered was that he tried, he tried to put all his love for you in this small, trinket of a gift he made for you.
he approached you by the lockers and when you handed him his mechanical pencil back, he smiled and told you that it was a little funny you gave it back now, because now, he has something else to give to you. he shyly showed you the paper ring he made and, with a grin, told you that he tried to make out from scratch. he got a bit sheepish when he asked you if you'd take it, which worsened when you smiled back up at him and told him it was beautiful.
"put it on me?" you asked him in a soft voice as you showed him the back of your hand, almost as if he were to slide that ring on you like it was gonna be your wedding day. that caught miles off guard and his eyes gotten even bigger, with his smile growing broader as his fluster caught up to him. he chuckled and nodded. "ah, sure, sure." he said as he took your hand in his and gently slid it on your middle finger by accident. you laughed aloud as miles fumbled to put it on the conventional ring finger, but you insisted on keeping it there.
"it's my favorite finger, if anyone's gonna ask me if i want anyone else..." you said as you jokingly tried to show him your adorable flip off with your ringed finger as miles stopped you and held your hand in his own with a chuckle. "oh, how adorable. a bit rude, but adorable." he said while you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, shutting him up and soon making him stutter out something incoherent as you thanked him for the paper ring.
"n-no problem..." he said with a lopsided grin and a flustered face as you took his hand in yours and accompanied him through the bustling halls to his next class, feeling so lucky to have a guy who's expressive with his love for you in such innovative, creative ways that make you fall for him more and more.
tags !! @ii01vq @toneystank-3000 @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @onginlove @meowmoraless @solecitoszn @maxoloqy @lovefrominaya @conitagray
#earth 1610 miles morales#earth 1610 miles morales x reader#earth 1610 miles morales x you#earth 1610 miles morales x y/n#earth 1610 miles morales fluff#earth 1610 miles#earth 1610 miles x reader#earth 1610 miles fluff#miles 1610 x reader#atsv#atsv miles#atsv fluff#atsv imagines#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader
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imagine the sully family's reaction to y/n and fali's first argument. they're both pouting and incredibly stubborn and their family is just watching unimpressed at how mature yet childish they both can be. and it wasn't even a real fight, just a dumb disagreement but they're too petty to agree to disagree. but alas, they can't stay away from each other too long and when they finally make up, the sully's are STILL unimpressed, like what did they just witness????
summary: [y/n] and fali have the stupidest argument, and the sullys are disappointed.
a/n: so sorry for taking this long , but i hope you all enjoy this little cute work. thanks to all who have waited patiently , i love your support. it is probably the biggest motivation to write. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!
tags: @rafeslovergirl @wxnderingthoughts @liyahsocorro @bonnibuckets @hjkshshjkhklhkl @itssiaaax @grierpilots @fleurbeass @23victoria @nyotamalfoy
warnings: fali and [y/n] being stupid and silly , siblings teasing , argument , fluff and comfort
words: 1.3k
stupid love
“is this a joke?”
four months. it'd been a wild four months of kisses, love, and laughter between fali and [y/n]. a strong four months of perfection.
and now they decide to have their first argument?
kiri stared at [y/n] with an unimpressed look. she’d had to endure the lovey grossness for four months, and her sister decided to burst into the marui fuming.
of course, being the good sister that kiri was, she began to panic and was intent on sitting there to listen to [y/n] every bit of her dramatic emotions. what she did not expect, however, was for the event that sparked her big sister’s large reaction to be one of the stupidest things she’d ever heard.
[y/n] blinked mindlessly at kiri. “what?” she wondered aloud, eyebrows furrowing at her sister, courtesy of her father’s human traits. “no. no, it's not a joke. why would you ask that?” she sounded quite exasperated.
kiri let out an open mouthed laugh of disbelief. “you mean to tell me that this emphasized reaction is all thanks to fali forgetting your favorite color?”
“do not say it like that!” [y/n] yelled, turning around and continuing to pace back and forth across the empty floor. she held her head in her hands, desperate for someone to understand her. “you make it sound childish.”
“that is because it is childish, you skxawng,” kiri retorted with a roll of her eyes. “he was just trying to give you a piece of jewelry!”
“yes, but he gave me a [any color that isn't your favorite color] coral necklace and claimed that it was my favorite color!” [y/n] stopped and stared dead at her younger sister. “he might as well just say ‘i do not care about the minute details.’”
“at least he was trying, sister,” kiri said, sighing as [y/n] still refused to give fali any grace.
[y/n] only shook her head, far too stubborn to admit defeat in any way, shape, or form. the only way she could be convinced that she was in the wrong is if she sat on the argument long enough to come to terms with it by herself.
while kiri knew that, she still did not want to pass up the opportunity to tease her with the rest of the family. the entire sully family had been watching this quite romantic and adorable relationship unfold for months, and, do not tell [y/n] but, the siblings had a bet placed on the details of their first fight.
so far, kiri was winning regarding the time in which it took place, lo’ak was winning the pool that acknowledged who started the argument, and tuk was strong with the subject in which sparked the disagreement. unfortunately, the older siblings all believed that [y/n] and fali were smart enough to only fight about a topic that held actual importance, but tuk knew her big sister all too well.
so, to say that [y/n] was annoyed when kiri left the marui unannounced and randomly reentered with the entire family in tow would be an understatement.
“are you dumb?” was the first thing that left lo’ak’s mouth.
[y/n] groaned from where she was laying, starfished against the floor. “i am not in the wrong!” she declared, although at that point, she was more trying to convince herself.
while the rest of the family let out laughs, neytiri stepped forward with a mischievous smile. “no, no, she is quite right,” the mother pondered. “i mean, how dare her loving fali try and attempt to give her a gift?”
[y/n] sent her a very frustrated stare while the rest of the sullys burst out into another fit of laughter.
“please!” the eldest sully kid begged, sitting up and leaning her weight against her arms. “look, i know it’s dumb, but… he said it was my favorite color!”
“what difference does that make?” neteyam questioned, eyebrows raised. “he clearly tried, at the very least.”
“kiri said that too…” [y/n] trailed, her hand running over her face to clear her mind. after a few beats of silence, she let out a sigh of defeat. “okay.”
the rest of the family narrowed their eyes. “okay?” jake repeated, questioning the meaning behind her tone.
“yes, okay,” [y/n] said, rolling her eyes as she began to get up off the ground. “okay i am going to find fali and apologize.”
at that, tuk jumped up. “hah!” she declared, pointing at neteyam, kiri, and lo'ak. “i was also right about who would apologize first.” she held out her hand expectantly. “pay up, losers.”
[y/n] stared in utter disbelief. “you guys bet on me and fali’s fight?”
lo’ak guffawed at that. “we’ve bet on a lot of things regarding you two.” he paused, thibking for a moment, before he continued and said, “it seems tuk is the best at making her guesses.”
she nodded triumphantly at that. “this is my third time winning.” when her older siblings rolled their eyes, tuk raised her hands. “don't hate me because i’m better.”
with that amusing conversation, [y/n] rolled her eyes and ignored the squabble that started between her younger siblings. instead, she decided to stand up and carefully make her way through the bodies of her family members that blocked her from the entrance.
once she successfully made it out, [y/n] inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh scent of the salty sea that crashed against the rocks. nervously, she took a step forward and continued onward.
she wasn’t sure why, but [y/n] exactly where fali would be waiting for her. not once did she question her instinct, for it was as if a magnet pulled her by the heart towards the rocks in which they’d shared their first kiss.
her heart skipped a beat as she made out the shaded figure of fali. guilt settled in her gut once she recognized the way he stared out at the water, his gaze distant and unbroken.
it was only when she resurfaced behind the rocks and cleared her throat that his attention was pulled away from the horizon, instead drawing his beautiful eyes towards her.
once fali recognized [y/n], his stare softened, an action that thoroughly surprised [y/n]. she did not expect him to be so kind, especially after her dramatic reaction from earlier.
“fali,” she breathed as she pulled herself up and onto the boulder. [y/n] paused when she felt his sight stuck to her face, and her eyes averted to stare out at the sunset. “i’m so—”
she was cut off by the sound of fali grabbing something from behind him. she stared, jaw dropped in shock as tears welled in her eyes at the sight of the [favorite color] coral that was tied onto a new necklace.
“fali—” she stumbled for words, breathless as he silently worked around her and tied the string around her neck. immediately, [y/n] cradled the piece of jewelry in her hand as she fought back a guilty yet also appreciative sob.
fali only smiled at her. “i owed you a better one, anyway.”
[y/n] fervently shook her head at that. “no, no.” she sighed, dropping her face into her hands. “i am sorry. i am sorry for the way i reacted, it was stupid, and childish, and i appreciate any gift that you give me.” she swallowed, shaking her head. “i do not deserve you.”
fali smiles softly. “yes, you do. and you deserve a necklace that actually is decorated with you favorite color.” he let out a breathy chuckle before continuing. “and i am sorry for mistaking your favorite color. even the smallest details matter the most to me, and i should have reflected that.”
[y/n] smiled. “do not fret, dearest,” she teased before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his nose. “you do reflect that in every action you take to try and make me happy.” she paused, biting her top lip. “and i should be the one to start appreciating it more.”
from a few feet away, hidden behind another set of rocks, a giggle left kiri’s mouth as lo’ak stifled a groan at the sappiness of the couple’s conversation.
neteyam slapped a hand over kiri’s mouth, and tuk grinned brightly.
“you guys owe me so much money.”
#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#neteyam sully#loak sully#sully family x reader#sully family x y/n#tuk sully#tuktirey#sully family#kiri sully#sully siblings x reader#sully siblings#sully family x platonic!reader#fali x reader#sully!reader
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Gojo x GN Reader
Unedited 😎 no warnings unless you count stupidity. Please follow, like, and reblog if you enjoyed! ❌🅾️
Mornings with Gojo are… interesting to say the least. Usually always different from each other, the only common thing is him being a COMPLETE WEIRDO. This morning is no different. As you feel his sky eyes burning into your face you slowly yawn and turn away from him, a humph sound escaping you as you plop on your other side.
“Y/n” he coos but more taunting then in a cutesy way.
“Y/n” he repeats voice growing slightly louder.
“Y/n…Y/N!” Singing out the second time like an opera singer with a bad cold. You grab your pillow and shove it over your ears. I really should’ve just given the pup the attention he wanted, you think to yourself. Because you regret your punishment. Dude seriously starts to tickle you. He doesn’t even have to try to find your spot. He just knows. In his very “Gojo” way, tickling just the right areas in just the right way. And because this is your twos very first tickle fight you can’t help the extra annoyance at this.
Not only do you not know where to tickle him you don’t get the fighting chance to. He doesn’t relent either, no matter how many times you ask him what he wanted in the first place. Fine he wants to be this way then you’ll use your secret weapon. He can never resist this.
“Babe, how can you tickle me like this without (laughs) even giving me a good morning kiss.” He stops his tickle attacks and looks at you with wide eyes. You gaze back at him catching your breath after laughing so much. His hair is quite disheveled and he’s got sleep wrinkles that’ll fade soon before you both go about the rest of your day.
Smiling gently you bring your hand to his cheek and gently rest it there. He’s warm, like the morning sunlight. You wonder, does he feel vulnerable letting you touch him like this. Not using his infinity. Or does it not even cross his mind he’s not using it. He’s just irrevocably and completely comfortable with you.
“Well I would’ve kissed you but you were ignoring me!” He says and crosses his arms over his chest and let’s out a rushed sigh. So childish you think smiling to yourself.
“You were staring at me!” You dart back trying not to laugh at his fake angry expression.
“Am I not aloud to gaze at my beautiful lover?” He says eye brows raised in a questioning manner.
“That wasn’t gazing you were doing. It was your intense thinking deeply about something that included me, usually something you wonder if you should say!” He gives an unreadable expression and looks away.
“What were you thinking about?” You ask him gently. He sighs deeply before resting his arms on his legs and fumbling with his hands in his lap.
“Nothing it was…nothing.” You finally sit up now slightly worried about him. He’s usually not like this. He’s way too chipper in the mornings. Not solemn.
“Did you do something? Like bad or something?” He shakes his head no.
“Ok.” Is all you say as you get up from bed and head to the bathroom. He makes a frustrated grunt and jumps out of bed speed walking over to you.
“Ok!? That’s it, you’re just gonna give up just like that?” He asks incredulously.
“If you don’t want to talk about it I don’t want to force you. You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” You say giving him a warm smile. Turning back to the task at hand brushing your teeth. He grunts but joins you in your bathroom routine. Although during the routine he kept side eyeing you in the mirror. As if to make sure you’ve really let it go. When in fact you have not but you also won’t push him to give it up unless he wants to.
As you make some pancakes you wonder to yourself should you wear something sexy today you two had both talked about maybe going out for a date. Since Gojo has the weekend off which like only happens once a year unless he’s being a butt and takes unscheduled days off. However he knows he won’t get fired or anything since he basically carry’s the whole industry with his abilities.
That’s what he says. Honestly you think Nanami is pretty cool. Oops did you say that out loud? Looking back a sneak peak at your man, his face says all. It’s completely blank. Bro is dazing out. Must not have heard you.
“Do you want butter on top of your pancakes?” You ask him, receiving no response. Turning around you notice he’s not even there anymore. Ok?
After you plate the last pancake you set the table and sit down and wait. And wait some more. And wait some mooore.
“NUMBNUTS THE FOOD WILL BE AN ICECLE BY THE TIME YOU’RE READY TO EAT!” You tell out to the house. Standing from your chair you walk to the bedroom assuming that’s where he is. You assumed correct as he is dressed in his uniform holding his blindfold in his hand.
“You better not be leaving babe.” You say immediately.
“I am.” Is all he replies with.
“Uhm why didn’t you tell me you had to go into work!?”
“I would’ve if you hadn’t ignored me” he states matter of fact like.
“Since when do you need my permission to talk?” He goes quiet at that. Sighing he turns to look at you with a smile, a gentle one.
“I didn’t get called in actually I’ve decided to give Yuuji some extra training.” So to be clear your boyfriend is spending a rare as fuck day off to go see YUUJI? Whomst he sees more then you sometimes. The fuck? Taking a good and nice inhale you respond in a way he probably won’t like.
“Ok, have fun.” You say and go back to your pancakes which are still warm. You swear you could smell the disbelief on his brows, as he walks over to you.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” He asks lifting his hands up dramatically in question.
“Yea what am I supposed to do, get down on my knees and beg you to stay.?” You ask him his face immediately turning into a smirk. You throw a pancake at his face.
“Never gonna happen mister. Now go and leave me alone I’m gonna get ready to go hang out with a friend” you say nonchalantly.
“In the little time from when I walked out here there is no way you contacted someone.” He says plainly.
“No you’re right I didn’t but I know someone who wouldn’t mind hanging out no matter what he’s doing.”
“Who?” He asks like he’s bored. Obviously he’s dying to know 😉.
“Oh just Nanami.” He gasps quietly.
“He works today.”
“I know.”
“He won’t hang out with you if it means putting you endanger.”
“I talked with him yesterday he only has one case and then he’ll be doing paperwork. So I’m going to bring him lunch since he’ll have worked so hard and built up an appetite.”
“Oh OH! You know I just remembered Yuuji has other training with someone else so I have all the time for you! And we can make lunch together-“
“And bring it to Nanami!” You interrupted excitedly. Your plan worked make him jelly and he’ll change his dumb plans. Besides you also spoke to Yuuji yesterday and he’ll be out with Nanami but Gojo clearly wasn’t aware of this (somehow).
Safe to say you spend the rest of the day going back and forth like this. You don’t know how he has the energy but you’re glad not every morning starts like this.
#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gender netural reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#nanami x gender neutral reader#nanami x reader#jjk gojo#please reblog#like#share#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#gojo imagine#gojo drabbles#nanami drabbles#yuuji itadori x reader#itadori yuuji
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Sex [eddie m. x fem reader]
✨inspired lightly by sex by the 1975✨
warnings: 18+ no children aloud, this is not heavy smut, it's more so an allusion to it, it's all about the ANGST so just a warning if you're coming for smut
*do not post my work on other sites or take my original work. likes and reblogs are welcome*
word count: 1.8k
summary: eddie has been crushing on y/n for a while now. y/n meets up with eddie to take her mind off her cheating boyfriend. eddie is in his feels when he wakes up the next day, alone.
not my gif. credit goes to the original creator.
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The leaves floated softly to the ground around Y/n's feet as she sat on a bench at the park. The air was cold. She felt empty. Her thoughts drifted to earlier in the day when she found her boyfriend making out with another girl in his truck at lunch. Her eyes were still red and wet from crying.
She stood up slowly and started walking home. As she walked down the sidewalk to her house she heard loud music and a vehicle coming down the road. Y/n turned around to see who was driving down the road only to be met with the gaze of none other than Eddie Munson.
Y/n was friends with Eddie. They were not best friends, but they definitely talk to each other during school and have done a few projects together throughout the years.
"Y/n, what's going on. Funny running into you here." Eddie said smiling. Smiling until he noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. He put the car in park and jumped out and jogged over to you. "Hey, hey look at me. What's wrong," he said holding onto your shoulders and trying to meet your gaze. You didn't want to look at him. "Eddie, I don't really want to talk right now. Today has been so shitty." Although a little disappointed that you wouldn't tell him what was wrong, he respected your choice. "Well can I at least offer you a ride somewhere or something?" Y/n pondered her options for a moment and decided that it wasn't going to get any warmer outside and it was getting late, so the ride was the better option even though she wasn't really in the mood to talk. "Yes, Eddie. That would be great, thanks," she said with a small smile and finally met his gaze. "Love to hear it, princess. Right this way" he said as he open the passenger door and stepped back with his arm out to let you in the van.
The silent until Eddie spoke up glancing at you. "I have to say you sadly missed one of my very entertaining speeches today at lunch," he said with a grin. At this moment you just decide to try and forget about what happened for a moment and appreciate that your friend was trying to cheer you up. "Oh yeah? I'm sure it was great if it came from you Eds." You didn't exactly mean to call him that, because you weren't exactly that close, but it felt natural so you just went with it. Y/n didn't notice Eddie slightly blush after she called him by the nickname. "Uh ... well anyway, it wasn't anything too special, but do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" Eddie said. "No, actually, do you mind maybe driving around with me a little longer? I'm not ready to go home." "Hell yeah, let's go get something to drink or something."
Eddie turned the music back up and started heading in the direction of the drive-in. You thought it was kind of cute that Eddie was driving while tapping on the steering wheel with his hands while his tongue out clearly focusing on the music.
After getting your drinks (that he insisted on paying for), you and Eddie sat in the drive-in. You decided to tell him what was bothering you because you can't hold it anymore. "Eddie." He looked over at you while trying to put his straw in his drink and failing miserably. "I just wanted to tell you that I was crying because I found my boyfriend making out with another girl in his truck during lunch today." You spat the words out so fast that you aren't even sure if he comprehended all that. "What the actual fuck? I always knew your boyfriend was a dick, no offense or anything," he seethed. You laughed at his rage. His protective demeanor was so adorable. He bit his lip in contemplation peering through the windshield. Eddie turned his head back to you; his hair falling gently over his shoulder. His pink cheeks notified you of his awareness of your prolonged staring. "So, y/n do you maybe want to come hang out at my place?" he questioned. His fragile ego balanced on your response and he wasn't sure he could handle the rejection.
About three years ago, you sat next to Eddie in geometry class. He occasionally spoke to you, but it wasn't typical. Eddie recalled that you were struggling with the theorem you were both learning at the time. You sat there at your desk frustrated and dropping occasional expletives under your breath. The assignment just didn't make any sense. Eddie noticed this. Clearing his throat he whispered, "Y/n, as you may know, I am not exactly Descartes, but I can help you out if you are interested." You didn't know Eddie could be humble, but you didn't give it much thought because you needed to pass this upcoming test. "You don't have to ask me twice. I would sell my soul to pass this test." Eddie smirked at your comment. "Sure thing, princess." Eddie was sure that's when his crush on you began.
"Eddie, you good?" He scoffed not wanting you to catch him thinking about you that way. It's a good thing she can't read minds, I guess. "Yeah, just thinking about all the ways I'm going to defile you later," he joked. But, it wasn't really a joke. "Right, good thing I wore my matching set today." He whipped his head around so quick you're sure you heard his neck pop. "Wait, really ... I ..." he blurted out. "I'm actually kidding Eddie, or am I?" you said mysteriously. He laughed. He knew you were just kidding. You didn't like him like that. You had a boyfriend for fuck's sake. A shitty boyfriend, but a boyfriend all the same. He just turned the music back up and started driving to his trailer.
The ride was filled with conversation about something Dustin said at lunch today and Eddie talking about the next album he was excited to buy. Y/n appreciated the lightheartedness of the conversation and she was beginning to forget about what happened earlier that day.
When you arrived, Eddie hopped out of the van and you followed suit. He opened the door for you "Ladies, first," he said with a grin. "I didn't know you were such a gentleman, Eddie." "Well Y/n, modesty is a virtue you know."
He walked in a turned on a couple of lamps in the living room area. "Do you want something to drink or food maybe?" he said while looking in the fridge. "A drink would be great. I'll have whatever you're having." He shrugged in acknowledgment and grabbed two beers out of the fridge. He handed you one and put a tape in the VCR. Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure started playing. You appreciated his taste in movies.
The movie played and Eddie would look at you to see if you'd laugh at the funny parts. When you did he got so excited smiling from ear to ear. After some time, he asked you again "Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?" You frowned slightly. "Eddie, my boyfriend is an asshole and I don't know what to feel about it. I just can't believe he would do that to me after a whole year." He rubbed your shoulder and listened attentively.
He hated to see you this way. It made his feelings more complicated because he would never treat you this way if you were dating him. He hoped one day he would get the opportunity to at least ask you on a date or something, but he couldn't handle being rejected by you if you said no. It would crush him and he knew that, so he would just rather be your friend instead.
"I just want to forget Eddie. Maybe I deserve better. I don't know, I'm just so mad," you said to him with glassy yet longing eyes. You really liked Eddie, but you didn't think he felt the same. You looked at his eyes then down to his parted lips. "He looked into your eyes and noticed where you were actually looking." He scooted closer to you. He was glad you started leaning in so he didn't have to.
Your lips met his in a gentle embrace. So necessary. The coolness of his rings brushed against your cheek as he placed his hand there. He continued to kiss you more passionately too caught up in his own desires to think rationally. This was what he had wanted for so long. He lays you down on his bed moving to kiss your neck. You let out a soft moan to which Eddie looks up at you. "Y/n, your so beautiful, you know." You smile at him. "Just kiss me, Eddie." He obliges.
The tension lies thick in the air as you and Eddie hold on to each other like the world is falling down around you. The world has stopped at this moment. Feelings flood both of your senses and you both wonder why this hasn't happened sooner. His skin glows with sweat, as he lies between your legs, making him look otherworldly. He smiles at you with endearment. He thinks this may be the best moment of his life thus far. Eddie wishes it could last forever.
You both lie together on his bed. He holds a cigarette lazily between his lips as he plays with your hair. Not many words are exchanged as you lie there in his arms. You look up and smile at him sweetly. You place your hand on his cheek moving his bangs to the side. You kiss him one last time before he turns the lights out and you both drift off to sleep savoring the way you hold each other in this moment clinging to the present.
Eddie wakes up still feeling warmth from the night before. He smiles lazily and rubs his eyes. He wants to ask you if you want to stay over today and spend more time with him. He looks over to your side, but you are not there. He sits up. He doesn't believe it. "Damnit Y/n," he faltered. His eyes were already watering when he noticed all of your clothes were gone. He knew it was too good to be true. You could never love him; he thought as he sat there in tears and nakedness.
#eddie x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson#eddie munson angst#eddie munson imagine#screaming blue bagel
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Heads up, Seven up
Doubtless, there was a tag I missed at some point, but I'm wanting to re-start sharing some things on here since my queue is empty and my interactions have dried up.
This is from Chrissie's of London, where Silas makes a new acquaintance in the Inverse:
“The topsider awakes,” it says, privately, to the recording device. Then, aloud, echoing in the chamber: “Do you consent to being recorded, m’lord?”
I scoff out a laugh. “Not a lord,” I clarify. “And yes, I suppose I do.”
“Entry two-score-and-hat-trick. The topsider’s humours are in balance, and has a good humour, though precise measurements will need to be taken. Claims not to be a lord, so gender is yet undetermined. Skin is a ruddy, pink colour, much as before, and it is unclear whether this is the topsider’s typical shade. Next, we will determine whether the gift on the topsider's left wrist was willingly granted, and what discipline it represents.”
I lean back on my palms, amused. “May I have my clothes back, please?”
There is a small squawk from near the phonograph, before the voice continues. “Subject’s good humour receding due to nudity; end of recording.”
Dr Rhook has been here for ten seconds and I already love her.
Open tag - if you see this, share something and tag me in it! I'd like to reblog it too because, like I said, empty queue.
Mini-WUPdate: Chrissie's is now at 34k words, but it will probably be placed on the back burner, because I'm hopefully going to be working on draft 2 of TAOSL soon!
Chrissie’s of London tag list (ask to be added or removed): @novel-emma, @tabswrites, @mrbexwrites
#a man lives rent free in my head and he is called silas chrissie#heads up seven up#writers on tumblr#writeblr#excerpts
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