#one of my first crushes from watching grease
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✮ bad actor
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"why are you laughing?" diluc asks as he places your food down in front of you. he sits down, ripping open a plastic straw and handing it over to you.
you take the straw from him, quietly thanking him. "because you're so obvious..." a smile appears once more on your face, barely holding back another laugh from escaping your lips.
diluc raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” he starts eating the burger in front of him by cutting it into smaller pieces so it’s easier for him to eat — you still don’t understand why he does that. you find it easier to just bite into it. “you’re not making any sense, y/n.”
“why don’t you just bite the burger? it’s way easier that way you know,” you sighed leaning forward. “also, you’re a really bad actor, diluc.”
he frowns. “i’d rather not dirty my hands with grease and sauce.” he sets the burger down, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “why would i be a bad actor? you’ve never seen me act before.”
you hummed. “well, you are acting right now. and it’s not going well, let me tell you.”
diluc seems even more confused after you’ve explained it (well, more like subtly hint at it). he ponders on your sentence for a little longer but eventually gives up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink. “seriously what do you mean by that? i don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”
“you have a crush on me, do you?” as soon as the words escaped your mouth, diluc choked on his drink, coughing violently making a few other customers look at him with concern. “see, i told you i’m right!”
as soon as he calms down from his coughing fit, he clears his throat, cheeks turning red. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he distracts himself from the smug smile you’re giving by continuing to eat his burger, eyes looking everywhere except you.
“hey come on, look at me!” you teased him, squishing his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look at you. “aw, you look so cute all embarrassed.”
he moves your hand away from his face. “no, i’m not. shut up.”
you smiled again, resting your chin on your hand. “my boyfriend is so cute.”
“no, i’m not-” diluc stops, finally processing what you just called him. “you- boyfriend? are you serious?”
“what? do you not want to be my boyfriend?” you teased, taking one french fry from diluc’s plate and eats it, patiently waiting for diluc’s answer.
diluc looks away before mumbling out an answer. “yes, i do want to be your boyfriend.”
you clapped your hands together, looking extremely happy. “great! honestly, i was waiting for you to confess first, but knowing how stubborn you are with your own feelings, you wouldn’t confess even if it’s been twenty years.”
“wha- why didn’t you make the first move then?” diluc asks, seemingly upset that you saw right through him. “you made me wait instead of-”
you laughed. “i loved seeing your reactions you know? you get all embarrassed every time i slightly touch you. it’s cute.”
“i regret ever having a crush on you.” diluc states, frowning as he takes his last bite out of his burger. “now hurry up and finish your meal unless you want to miss the movie.”
“ah-” you clearly forgot all about the movie ever since you started the topic of diluc’s feelings for you. “shit.”
“yeah. now finish it, dummy.” diluc murmurs, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watches you eat your food, face puffing up as you stuff your mouth. “cute.” he whispers under his breath.
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As someone who has worked many different service industry jobs, I obviously have lots of thots about line cook! Eddie. Let me elaborate:
Eddie is the one cook who keeps all the other younger hooligans in line. Did they make a rude comment about your skirt riding up while you’re picking up a drink someone spilled? Spatula to the back of the head. They need to learn to treat these hard-working girls with some respect. One of them wolf whistles? Eddie pinches their ear, looks at you apologetically, and says, “Sorry, sweetheart. This one here is barely housebroken. Doesn’t know how to act around pretty ladies.”
He’s also definitely the one all the servers have a crush on. He’s the topic of many smoke break discussions. You didn’t even smoke until you worked there, just wanting an excuse to bat your lashes and bum cigarettes off him. One night, he grinned as he took a long drag and let the smoke curl out, saying he was smoking his last one, but you could have a hit off it if you wanted. Instead of taking it from him, you wrapped your lips around the filter as he was still holding it. Watching his pupils widen and seeing him lick his lips in response was a big payoff for such a risky move.
The other servers start getting jealous of your special treatment, but Eddie really doesn’t give a fuck, and as long as your boss is happy with your work, you’re fine with it too. Sometimes he moves your ticket to the front of the queue if it’s a really busy night and the other girls have been giving you a hard time. You shake your head in weak protest, but Eddie just says, “I gotta give my favorite girl the red carpet treatment every now and then, don’t I? You work so hard, darlin’. I gotta do my part to help you keep those bastards out there happy. Keeps that tip money coming in for ya’.” He gives you a wink as he twirls his spatula and gets to work, leaving you a blushing mess.
Up to this point, you thought it was just Eddie being a flirt because you were the new girl, but the night you see him with one of the particularly annoying cooks pinned against the wall by his throat for calling you a “dumb bitch”, you start to suspect your crush might not be as one-sided as you’d originally thought. Afterward, he walked up to you and asked if you were okay. The gentle caress he placed against your cheek made your lashes flutter before you could stop yourself. “Y-yeah, Eddie. Thanks.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, and he graced you with the lopsided smile you loved before pulling away to say, “No one talks about my favorite girl that way.” You were in a daze the rest of your shift.
A couple of nights after that interaction, you stay late to wrap all the silverware and cut all the lemons. You knew the other servers left those time-consuming tasks for you as a punishment, but you refused to neglect to do them and put the opening shift in a bind. Even if it was fucked up of them to do that to you in the first place. You realized after a few minutes that someone else was there deep cleaning the grill. You nearly dropped a whole container of freshly cut lemons when you heard whoever it was singing along to one of your favorite songs you’d been silently head-banging along to as you worked.
The soulful delivery of this mystery man’s singing had you weak in the knees, and it only got worse when you peeked around the corner to see that big voice coming out of Eddie’s mouth. His eyes were closed, bandana-clad head thrown back, as he scraped the grease off the grill and sang his heart out. He must have sensed you standing there, because he turned towards you and jumped a little, those pretty chocolate orbs widening. It was kind of adorable.
“Shit, sweetheart! Didn’t know I had company, or I’d have kept my wailing to a minimum!” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. How dare he have the nerve to look embarrassed when all you could think about was getting on your knees and under that apron after hearing his voice?
“Eddie, that was…” your voice cracked a little. You cleared your throat and continued. “That was amazing. I love that song, by the way. Not many people here listen to them. You do it justice.”
He turned red and couldn’t meet your eyes, a rare way for the bold man to behave. You liked this side of him. “I do okay, I guess, but I’m better on guitar than vocals.” It seemed to dawn on him that you revealed that you had a similar taste in music then because he perked up and met your gaze again. “Wait, you listen to this kind of stuff?” You nodded and grinned at his sudden switch in tone. “Damn, I didn’t know you could get any more badass!” You laughed at that. “You know,” he continued and cleared his throat. “I’m in a band. We do okay. Decent crowds. We play Tuesday and Friday nights down at the Hideout.”
That’s how you end up at a dive bar the following Friday night, front row cheering Eddie on as he shreds on stage. Afterward, he grabs you up into a sweaty hug, spinning you around. “That’s the best I’ve ever played, baby.” Your heart fluttered. He hasn’t used that pet name before… “You gotta come to every show now and be my good luck charm!” You giggled and agreed. Like you’d ever turn down that offer.
The flirting amps up at work after that. Eddie yelling out, “There she is! Light of my life, goddess incarnate! How’s your day going, sweetness?” from behind the grill becomes a daily thing. “‘M doing fine, Eddie. How about you?” You always answer. You know what he’s going to say before his mouth even opens, but it gives you butterflies every time. “Million times better now I’ve seen you! Now go out there, kick-ass, and get those tips!”
Things come to a head one night when you’re dealing with a table of Hawkin’s “elite,” the rich boys that thought being born on the right side of the tracks made them special. It didn’t help that their table was in view of Eddie’s workstation. He had a front-row seat to the show, watching them flirt with you, and you have to put up with it, having to smile through it. When the loudest one slipped you his phone number, Eddie couldn’t take it. You heard a clatter and saw a flash of dark curls exit through the back. “What’s going on?” You asked one of the other guys. They all shrugged and looked at each other, just as lost as you were.
You walk out back and see Eddie leaning against the rough brick wall lighting his second cigarette. He jolts upright when he sees it’s you. “Oh, hey sweetheart. Need to bum one?” He holds the carton towards you, and you can’t help but notice his sad eyes.
“No, Eds. Can I just have a drag off yours?”
“Course darlin’,” he mumbles around his cigarette before holding it out to you. He just expects you to let him hold it for you by now. It doesn’t mean it makes his chest ache with want any less, though.
“What’s the matter, Eds?” You ask sweetly. It embarrasses him that he’s so weak for you.
“Nothin' to worry about. Promise.” He tries to smile, but he knows you can see right through him.
You had a feeling it had to do with the asshole trying to give you his number earlier, but you’re still a little nervous to address it and get rejected. So you take a deep breath, brace yourself, and ask, “Was it because that guy gave me his number?”
Eddie couldn’t meet your eyes, “Am I that obvious, sweetheart?” he sighed and looked up to the star-speckled sky overhead, “Some days, I wanna come clean so you’ll reject me already. Put myself outta this misery. But I always chicken out,” he turned to you with misty eyes, “I'm a coward, you know? I’d rather have little pieces of you than nothing at all.”
He barely finished his speech before your hands found his stubbled cheeks, and your mouth was on his. Eddie tasted how you’d imagined he would, the cigarette you shared and cherry chapstick. His eyes closed and he sighed sweetly. It was pure heaven. You pulled away and he smiled bigger than you’d ever seen.
“You silly man,” you whispered, nudging his nose with yours, “All you had to do was ask me out and I’d have said yes.”
“All this time?!” he said, eyes bulging and voice going high.
“Yes! All this time,” you responded. Now it was his turn to initiate a kiss, this one more consuming than the last, his tongue barely swiping your bottom lip. You whined under his touch, making him turn desperate.
“Baby, we gotta revisit this in a couple of hours. Just so I know that I'm not hallucinating.”
“You got it, Eds,” you bit your lip and pulled away from him to go back inside to finish your shift. Before the door closed behind you, you could hear Eddie whooping and cheering in celebration. Needless to say, as soon as you were both clocked out that night, you never kept your hands off each other again.
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the sargeant's tattoos | b.b.
SUMMARY: It's a lazy morning in bed, and your boyfriend has new tattoos, which means inspection. Bucky lets you do your thing, as always.
🏷️ Established relationship, fluff, body worship. WC: [2.2k].| 📑 This work is part of a series called Coming In Hot, but it can be read as a stand alone. This is specially for the nonnie that missed it. Mwah.
"Can you get back up here?" You giggle. "I wanna see the new one. You said it's healed. Lemme see, Sargeant."
Bucky's got a thing for your legs, he tells you all the time, but the amount of time he's willing to spend sometimes kneeling on the floor just because your bed is basically on the floor is ridiculous sometimes.
He looks up at you, rubbing his scruff on your calf and smiling with the same indecency in his eyes he had when he first walked in and saw you sprawling across the bed with a book in your hands and only your newest sundress—pure want, mixed with devious thoughts and even more devilish intent.
"I like it down here," Bucky answers. He puts on a cute pout, and you grab him by his hair. The soft and now longer strands are perfect for pulling, and you smile with your jaw hanging open at the fact that this bastard hisses with a smile on his face at the strength you use. "Ow. So you get to trace my tattoos for as long as you'd like—ow, woman, god, you're hot when you're needy little this," Bucky's laughter tastes somehow even better when he presses it against your mouth. "But. If I spend half an hour sucking bruises on your legs, I can't? I don't like that. Doesn't sound that fair to me."
You're successful in pulling him back in bed with you.
"I just miss you," you whine. You kiss him back when Bucky dives for several small pecks, holding his head there, as close to you as possible. "And your tattoos are up there with my favorite art pieces. You know that. You also gave me full permission to ogle them for as much as you want, so..." you shrug your shoulders.
Bucky scrunches his nose, then lets all of his weight drop on you.
Your body lets out an 'oof' sound when he does that, but you wrap your legs around his waist even though you can barely breathe.
In a mocking tone of military order, Bucky says. "Tell me I can go back to my duty of honor after you're done with your starin'."
"No!" Bucky's heavy, and if he makes you laugh this is over before it starts. "You said we're gonna go watch a movie, Buck."
"Don't whine at me, darlin'. Tell me I can do it or else I'll just crush you to death," he insists, wiggling his body for good measure.
Muscle.
Your boyfriend left the military many years ago — thank everything that's real — and his only exercises involve a lot more aerobics than you'd like to think of at any given time, but he's also a mechanic.
One who loves what he does, who's always doing the most himself. You've seen him lift things in that car shop you were sure were a part of the decor, and it shows.
"If you stay on top of me like that for one more minute I'm gonna lick your face, Barnes."
The threat almost sounds real, but Bucky knows how to recognize weakness in your voice when he hears it better than anyone.
He leans closer to your face. "Tell me," he whispers, inches away from your lips.
"Fine. You can go back to whatever you want between my legs," you exhale heavily. Oh, what a cruel hand you'd been dealt with. "Now off. On the bed, face down." You wiggle your eyebrows.
A deal's a deal, so Bucky gets off.
Smiling because he's won what he wants, too, but all that matters right now is finally getting the time to look.
When he arrived earlier at your place, you'd been so lost in the ocean of sadness, longing, and desperate need to see him, be near him, kiss him, taste him feel him rub on him gasp his name have him writhing and begging for you, begging for him right back, Bucky BuckyBucky—there was time for nothing else.
Barely a hello.
His working clothes were still somewhere close to your front door, with grease on them and a button missing, most likely.
You hated residency.
Hated being away from him, the boys — your boys — and hated even more that the limited time you had was often wasted doing stupid, grown-up shit.
You missed and loved Bucky Barnes each more every day, ever since the day he welcomed you into his shop and fixed your Baby, and being away from him felt like torture at times.
Specially when he got a new tattoo.
Bucky laid with his stomach on the mattress, wiggled his hips a few times to get comfortable, and placed a pillow under his head.
"Go ahead," he muttered, resting his cheek on your silk pillowcase and casting his blue eyes on you.
You climbed on top of him this time, sitting on his ass.
"Pain level?" You ask.
The first of many questions, as he well knows.
"Mmm. A solid five. The parts closest to the ribs were the worst," he answers.
Your fingertips start tracing the lines of the tattoo that so far you had only seen through pictures.
There was not an ounce of a lie in your previous statements to Bucky:
All his tattoos were art.
This new one was no exception.
"Time?" You ask.
"Seven hours with a few breaks here and there," Bucky answers.
You whistle. "That's impressive, Sargeant."
He chuckles. "It's not that painful," he states.
"So you say," you tease him.
Bucky's still daydreaming about the day you'll allow him to pay for a tattoo on you, and the day is yet to arrive.
The art he puts on him makes him look like art as well.
It was the first thing you said back when at the beginning of the relationship you had a chance to truly look at his tattoos. To lay on his chest and analyze them from up-close without feeling like you were invading the privacy of what they meant.
Each tattoo Bucky had held personal meaning to him — unlike his best friend, Steve, who had a bunch of random (and beautiful) shit permanently drawn on many parts of his body — and it took no genius to figure out Bucky would rather chomp his own feet off than talk about it with anyone.
You knew from stories of the boys that Bucky had the habit of giving people the bluntest answers he'd given on the times they all traveled to the beach and the rare occasions when someone saw him shirtless and asked about his very sick tattoos.
How could you blame those people?
On his right side, drawn across his ribs, there was a raven taking flight. A very realistic one about the size of an adult man's hands spread wide open.
"That's my dad's favorite bird. He liked the poem by Poe—very on the nose, I know. But I like it, too. It's funny this is the first one you ask about 'cause... this was the first one I got."
Unlike with others, Bucky had no problem talking to you.
He told you about the raven, about Saturn on his chest, and the story his mother told him when he was a kid about how she had a guardian angel who picked up rocks and asteroids straight from the planet of Saturn only on the special occasion of her birthday, and how his mother started to give him her special "Saturn stone" to him whenever he felt anxious.
"She said it wouldn't give me superpowers, but that it had superpowers and I had to trust it would just be whatever I need to face off the challenge I was anxious about, and... it worked." That explanation had been so beautiful you told him it made you want to get Saturn's rings tattooed on you, and that had made Bucky laugh. "It's a nice magic thing to believe in. You know... back in the desert, sometimes... I would just pick up any stone, close my eyes, and pretend it was a Saturn ring. Carry it around in my pocket like a lucky charm."
Before the newest addition, Saturn had been your favorite of all his pieces.
Bucky also had tattooed on his left chest a hyper-real android thing that made it look like he was part robot on the inside.
"This one was just after I learned how to accept this," he'd told you, wiggling his prosthetic arm. "Learning how to feel okay with the new me and all that yadda."
Then, there was the constellation.
Wrapping around the left-wing on the back of his left shoulder there was the constellation of Cassiopeia.
"It was... this was Kim's favorite." The sound of Bucky's lost battalion member might be closed, but the scar of losing a loved one was forever. "Stars and stuff like that was the first thing that got him talking back then. You know how he was intimidated by Stevie and I..." You recalled seeing the fondness and the obvious infatuation still visible in Bucky's eyes when talking about Kim, and all it made was bring you this wave of sadness of knowing you'd never be able to meet someone who made Bucky feel so happy. "It was the first thing we really talked about. And we could talk about it for hours."
After you two started dating, Bucky got a new one a few months after on the back of his right shoulder in the same conceptual style as this newest piece.
It was a quote from Wuthering Heights.
Be with me always. Take any form—Drive me mad!
The quote stood between an anatomically correct heart and a book.
Seconds before showing you, Bucky had stood on your bedroom door playing with his fingers and hair, trying to figure out what to say. Then, he had just closed his mouth, took off his shirt and come to sit next to you in bed in complete silence.
When you read the quote, all you could see was your Instagram post.
He had sat and waited for you to find your own words, and it took you a while.
"It's gorgeous."
Bucky had looked at you, smiling so softly it hurt. "An ode to love."
"Is it?"
"It is. It turns out... that there is such thing as a love you'd want forever."
That day was one of your favorites. Ever.
Today, though, you stand there sitting on your favorite seat with your fingers tracing the new conceptual art on his back.
There were a lot of things, but the main connection was time, and in the other lines, you recognized little things that each traced back to one of the boys from his group. To Steve, Sam, Peter, Gabe, Morita—even Kim was there if you paid close attention to details.
It was gorgeous.
Then, you noticed that the dismantled machine on one of the edges of the tattoo was a 1959 Cadillac.
Your Cadillac.
"Bucky..."
"Ah. She found it," he says with a laugh, talking to himself. With a look up, you see Bucky twisting his neck a little just to look at you. "You like it?"
Like it?
To be included in his vision of... what? Family? Love? All the things that time brought to him and mattered?
Your answer is to close the distance between your bodies and press your lips on his. Bucky sighs softly, kissing you back and trying to hold onto his smile.
"I love you so much," you whisper to him. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. To fulfill that, you focus on kissing him some more. "I love how the art on you makes you even sexier. It should be fucking illegal, to be honest, but it's the best eye candy ever so I do not care."
"I'm eye candy?" Bucky asks, laughing again.
You nod. "You know you are." And... there it is. The blush on his cheeks as he shakes his head, trying to play coy or argue with you when he knows it's useless. Caressing his face, you sing the praises your lips are used to. "Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous Sargeant," they're as familiar as the taste of his mouth by now, and how much he seems to drink them in is all that you ever want to see at the end of the day.
Bucky blinks heavily, smiling so hard his cheeks must be hurting.
Then, he opens those hypnotizing blue orbs and leans in to sensually touch his lips on yours.
"And she wonders why I love to spend time between these legs," he hums in feign disapproval.
There's a sharp slap on the side of your thigh, and you yelp.
Bucky's smile turns devious.
"You've done your ogling. Time to stick to your word, darlin'."
He's right.
This time, it's you who sighs before lying down. "Yes, Sarge."
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˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ DILUC ; — bad actor
warnings. fluff, diluc being silly, he just loves you a lot, not too good at expressing his feelings, modern!au
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"why are you laughing?" diluc asks as he places your food down in front of you. he sits down, ripping open a plastic straw and handing it over to you.
you take the straw from him, quietly thanking him. "because you're so obvious..." a smile appears once more on your face, barely holding back another laugh from escaping your lips.
diluc raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” he starts eating the burger in front of him by cutting it into smaller pieces so it’s easier for him to eat — you still don’t understand why he does that. you find it easier to just bite into it. “you’re not making any sense, y/n.”
“why don’t you just bite the burger? it’s way easier that way you know,” you sighed leaning forward. “also, you’re a really bad actor, diluc.”
he frowns. “i’d rather not dirty my hands with grease and sauce.” he sets the burger down, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “why would i be a bad actor? you’ve never seen me act before.”
you hummed. “well, you are acting right now. and it’s not going well, let me tell you.”
diluc seems even more confused after you’ve explained it (well, more like subtly hint at it). he ponders on your sentence for a little longer but eventually gives up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink. “seriously what do you mean by that? i don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”
“you have a crush on me, do you?” as soon as the words escaped your mouth, diluc choked on his drink, coughing violently making a few other customers look at him with concern. “see, i told you i’m right!”
as soon as he calms down from his coughing fit, he clears his throat, cheeks turning red. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he distracts himself from the smug smile you’re giving by continuing to eat his burger, eyes looking everywhere except you.
“hey come on, look at me!” you teased him, squishing his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look at you. “aw, you look so cute all embarrassed.”
he moves your hand away from his face. “no, i’m not. shut up.”
you smiled again, resting your chin on your hand. “my boyfriend is so cute.”
“no, i’m not-” diluc stops, finally processing what you just called him. “you- boyfriend? are you serious?”
“what? do you not want to be my boyfriend?” you teased, taking one french fry from diluc’s plate and eats it, patiently waiting for diluc’s answer.
diluc looks away before mumbling out an answer. “yes, i do want to be your boyfriend.”
you clapped your hands together, looking extremely happy. “great! honestly, i was waiting for you to confess first, but knowing how stubborn you are with your own feelings, you wouldn’t confess even if it’s been twenty years.”
“wha- why didn’t you make the first move then?” diluc asks, seemingly upset that you saw right through him. “you made me wait instead of-”
you laughed. “i loved seeing your reactions you know? you get all embarrassed every time i slightly touch you. it’s cute.”
“i regret ever having a crush on you.” diluc states, frowning as he takes his last bite out of his burger. “now hurry up and finish your meal unless you want to miss the movie.”
“ah-” you clearly forgot all about the movie ever since you started the topic of diluc’s feelings for you. “shit.”
“yeah. now finish it, dummy.” diluc murmurs, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watches you eat your food, face puffing up as you stuff your mouth. “cute.” he whispers under his breath.
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one hand, one heart
tw: mention of HIV/aids crisis and the general blatant (sometimes violent) homophobia of the 1980s
steve harrington loves musicals.
it’s something he inherits from his mother, something he always shared with her while growing up and his father is at work. she puts on hello dolly! on vinyl and sing along as she cooks, or my fair lady as she cleans out her closet, or the king and i as she does her morning crossword.
steve doesn’t really get the songs at first, but his mother is patient with him, explaining the stories and characters of every musical and replaying his favorite songs when he asks and soon enough, steve finds himself singing and dancing alongside his mother, knowing each and every word.
one night west side story is on tv and his mother allows him to stay up late since his father is away again. they’re huddled on the couch together, throw blanket in their laps and hot cocoa on the coffee table and steve can’t tear his eyes away from the screen. the costumes, the songs, the dancing, he just can’t look away, it’s all so pretty.
the movie gets a bit scary at times. during the big fight scene, he squeezes his eyes shut and ducks away into the safety of his mother’s arms and when tony dies at the very end, there are tears rolling down his face. his mother tries to tell him that it’s just a story but steve knows one thing for certain now.
it’s dangerous to love someone who’s different.
as steve grows up, his mother seems to have less and less time for him - now suddenly joined at her husband’s hip as he goes away on business trips - and their movie musical moments slowly fade away. but it’s fine, steve is at that age that people no longer find it cute when you know every word to don’t rain on my parade. no, when he tells people that, they look at him funny and whisper something that he can’t quite make out.
so he stops talking about musicals all together.
(he still listens to certain albums when he finds himself coming home in the big, empty harrington house once again. it’s comforting, almost like he’s hugging his mother again, but not quite as warm).
he hides his love for musicals throughout most of high school. doesn’t even try out when the drama department is doing a rendition of bye, bye birdie, no matter how much he actually wants to. laughs and lies when tommy finds the sunday in the park with george album in the living room, saying the housekeeper must’ve misplaced it. acts all tough and aloof when nancy asks him to watch grease together, even though he’s watched it four times already.
with all nightmares he gets during year after year of somehow surviving all that upside down bullshit, steve once again turns to musicals when he can’t sleep. usually it’s just a mixtape he made, consisting of his favorite songs that’ll sing him to sleep like a lullaby. but when the nightmares are particularly bad, he drags his duvet all the way downstairs, settles down on the couch and rewatches the sound of music until his eyes start to burn.
no one knows about it. not even robin, even though steve think she might suspect a thing after he suddenly knew exactly who julie andrews was. and he had planned to keep it that way, until one night when he finds himself on the couch once again but this time, in the company of eddie munson.
never in his life would steve have imagined that eddie munson would be one of his closest friends, but stranger things have happened. like dragging eddie’s lifeless body through the literal gates of hell and watching how he miraculously recovered from his near-fatal injuries.
but it’s more than friendship at this point and steve is well aware of that. others may think of him as oblivious but he knows himself. he recognizes that fluttery feeling in his stomach, he felt it dozens of times before. he notices the way his face heats up when eddie calls him sweetheart and lets his hands linger a second longer than necessary.
he knows damn well that he’s crushing on eddie munson and it scares him half to death.
it’s movie night and they’re on the couch together. eddie is flipping through the channels when steve notices a very familiar scene.
“wait, no. go back.” he says, gesturing towards the tv. eddie looks confused but complies anyway, until the opening scene of west side story appears on screen again.
“you wanna watch this?” eddie snorts.
“yeah. it’s good.”
“...right.”
steve is well aware that eddie is even more confused than before, but at least he doesn’t seem to question steve’s sudden interest in the movie. doesn’t tease him about it either, not when steve’s feet start tapping along to something’s coming all on their own and not even when he softly starts singing along to maria.
it gives steve enough confidence to lean in during gee, officer krupke, barely able to hold in his laughter. “twenty bucks say you pulled shit like this with hopper at least once.”
eddie rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway and steve thinks he’s just made easy money, only for eddie to retaliate during i feel pretty. “twenty bucks say you pull shit like this in the mirror at least once a week.”
“fuck off, man.” steve mutters, bumping their shoulders together in an attempt to hide the pink flush that’s spreading across his cheeks.
“no can do, stevie. that song is practically made for you.” eddie grins.
he doesn’t pull away after that. stays right there, glued to steve’s side for the remainder of the movie, which makes it all the more difficult for steve to focus on whatever’s happening on screen.
it’s a good thing steve knows this movie by heart already because it quickly becomes virtually impossible to focus on anything other than eddie when he notices eddie’s hand moving closer and closer towards him on the couch. and as soon as he feels eddie’s pinky finger curling around his own, steve’s pretty sure his brain goes static at the mere feeling of eddie’s calloused fingers against his skin.
now, it has been said that steve is the bravest one out of all of his friends - always throwing himself in danger headfirst to protect the others - but steve can still feel his heart beating in his throat as he lifts his palm and links his and eddie’s hands together. it shouldn’t be as scary as facing a demogorgon, but it’s still the most courageous thing he’s done in a long time.
with one small, almost insignificant movement, steve can suddenly feel eddie’s eyes on him. feels his gaze burning into his skin, though he doesn’t have enough courage anymore to look back at him. instead, he lets outs a shuddering breath and tries to pay attention to the story again.
and even though holding eddie’s hand seemed scary at first, steve soon comes to the conclusion it’s the best decision he’s made in a logn time because it’s just so fucking nice. their hands fit perfectly together and it gives him something to hold onto. an anchor of some sorts to get through the last few emotional scenes of the movie.
eddie’s hand keeps him grounded, keeps him from bursting into tears when tony dies like he did the first time he watched it with his mom. still, that scene does something to him. hits him right in the gut and he can feel himself stiffen as maria finds tony’s lifeless body on the ground. eddie must notice it too, because he squeezes steve’s hand a little tighter, runs his thumb across steve’s knuckles, helps him stay in the moment.
not much later, the credits appear on the screen and steve knows he no longer has an excuse not to look back at eddie. he takes a deep breath and glances to his left and- yup, grave mistake because eddie’s gaping at him, with his dark doe eyes even bigger than usual.
still, steve can’t look away, even though the silence between them stretches longer than it should be. he should say something. anything. ask if he wants something to drink. if he wants to watch another movie. if he-
“steve?”
“yeah?”
“can i kiss you?”
steve just blinks at him, a response of any kind dying on his tongue. fear creeps up on him - what if he’s dreaming, what if eddie doesn’t mean it, not in the way steve wants him to, what if-
but he was brave before, he can be brave again. he meets eddie’s eyes and nods, trusting his body just enough to take over and say what his words can’t.
as soon as he feels eddie’s lips pressed against his own, steve is hyper-aware of every sensation - the lingering taste of diet coke, the slight stubble on his chin, the loose curl that brushes against his cheek. he almost feels like he’s floating, like the fluttering feeling in his stomach has lifted him up and transported him to a world where it’s just eddie and his lips gliding in synch against his own and it feels so, so good.
okay, screw the hand holding - this is the best decision steve’s ever made.
as eddie moves closer and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, steve’s hand find its way to eddie’s chest. he lets it linger over eddie’s heart, almost as if he’s trying to make sure that this is really happening. that eddie is here and he’s alive and he’s kissing him.
it’s only their first kiss but steve decides then and there that he doesn’t want another day go by without kissing eddie. doesn’t want another go by without eddie in it, period.
fuck. this is more than just a crush, isn’t it? this is so much more than that. this is almost like love. this is... this is a lot.
and that’s when it hits him. the message that’s been burned into his brain ever since he saw west side story for the first time - that loving someone who is different is dangerous.
not because he plays a fantasy game that no one seems to understand. not because he listens to metal and sold drugs in his spare time. not because he got falsely accused of murder and the whole town looks at him with disdain.
it’s dangerous simply because it’s another guy.
steve’s not stupid. he reads the newspaper, he watches the news, he knows all about the protests and the hate crimes and the thousands of innocent people dying of a disease that no one seems to care enough about to help.
it’s terrifying to love someone when the entire world seems to be against you.
he doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he tastes the saltiness of his own tears and feels eddie pulling away from him. eddie’s eyes are filled with worry and that’s somehow enough to break steve, the tears just keep coming and coming with no end in sight.
“hey, hey, look at me.” eddie says softly, his hands gently cupping steve’s face. “did i do something wrong? what’s going on, baby?”
steve shakes his head, unable to form any words just yet. there are just tears and sobs and terrifying thoughts of what would happen to them if one of them- no, he doesn’t even want to think about that, it’ll only make him more upset.
“okay, take your time. i’m here.” eddie mutters. he presses a kiss to steve’s forehead, his hands never once leaving steve’s face.
the tears slowly but surely stop after that and steve somehow manages to regain control of his voice, even though it’s raspy and broken.
“it’s just... i just like you so much and it makes me so fucking scared. because what if...” he swallows the lump in his throat again, gasping for air. “what if we end up like them? what if we end up like tony and maria? it just takes one wrong move and we’re- you could- i can’t lose you, eddie.”
“then we’ll go somewhere safer. we’ll go to chicago, or new york, or, or, literally anywhere you wanna go where you feel safe.” eddie says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. his thumbs wiping away the tears on steve’s cheeks. “it’s like that movie said, y’know. ‘there’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us. peace and quiet and open air waits for us, somewhere.’”
steve’s eyes widen. he blinks once, twice, almost feeling speechless. “you know this musical?”
“i may have seen it before. i was in the drama club after all.” eddie shrugs, but when steve looks at him in disbelief, he sighs and adds: “okay, maybe i rewatched it because i was bored on a saturday once. it’s a good movie.”
“it really is.” steve nods, a small smile playing on his lips.
“we’re gonna be okay, y’know.” eddie assures him. “we survived literal hell, what’s a few bigots in comparison to that?”
steve nods, and as his tears are starting to dry, he’s finally starting to believe that that eddie means it. that he wants him, that he wants them, that he wants a future, together. and that might just be just enough reason for steve to lean back in again and kiss eddie with every ounce of his being, slow and warm and deep until all his worries float away and eddie is the only thing left on his mind.
(and later on, when eddie’s whimpering ‘steve’ over and over and over again, steve fully understands what tony meant when he sang that a name could almost sound like praying)
hi friends! it’s been a damn minute, i’ve been dealing with one hell of a writer’s block but this just appeared outta nowhere so i hope you enjoyed! thanks as always to @legitcookie & @sidekick-hero for their endless support as i went through the five stages of grief every time i attempted to write ilyyy <3
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LOVE AT HARRYWEEN
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"Is it beetlejuice?"
"Nope, It's not."
You were currently trying to get your boyfriend to fold and tell you his costume for his very own fancy dress party, Harryween. However, your plan wasn't working because no matter how hard you insisted, he kept refusing to tell you.
"Come on baby, give a little hint at least," you pleaded again, giving him your best puppy eyes. "It's going to make you horny, that's the hint," he sent a wink your way and you rolled your eyes at his cockiness, but you knew he wasn't lying, whatever he put on was going to make you go all horny and flustered.
"That's barely a hint, you know whatever you do makes everyone horny," and before he could give you another cocky remark, you continued "Besides, I showed you my costume weeks ago, It's only fair that I get to see yours too." you got closer yo him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist, and the look he gave you made you think that we was enjoying watching you get impatient.
“You let me see your costume because you’re a doll and you love me,” he grabbed your chin to peck your lips quickly before continuing “Stop being an impatient little thing, honey, just a couple more hours before the show starts.” you rolled your eyes again at your boyfriend’s words, he could blame you for being impatient, but that’s the way you were built.
“Whatever, if you’re not going to tell me I’m going to bribe Lambert into doing it,” you got out of his hold and grabbed turned on your heels, when you felt his hand come in touch with your bum in a playful way, “Good luck with that, sweetheart.” you turned your head and saw the huge smirk on his face.
He was a complete tease.
//
You decided to get ready at yours and Harry’s LA home instead of Kia Forum’s backstage, you wanted to take time with your makeup and hair so your costume was on point.
For this year, you decided to go as a cheerleader, but your top had “HS” engraved in the front with sequins and beads. It was safe to say that Harry went nuts when you showed it to him.
With your VIP lanyard around your neck and your pom poms in hand you made your way around Kia Forum. You took the opportunity to greet some fans, compliment their costumes, ride the ferris wheel and enjoy the pre show buzz.
When it was time, you made your way to your designated place at the back of the pit, deciding to not stop by backstage and just get the first glimpse of Harry’s costume when he came out on stage, like the rest of the fans.
Lovie: Aren’t you going to stop by to give me a good luck shag xx”
YN: Nope, rockstar. Hurry up we’re all waiting for you
Lovie: You’re a tease. Stay close where I can see you x
You let out a small laugh as you texted your boyfriend, if he had teased you about his costume all week long, it was only fair that you skipped his beloved pre show make out sessions.
To say that your impatience grew by the second was a correct statement, you were dying to see his costume once and for all and cut the mystery, and it was when the melodies from “You’re the one that I want” and you got a glimpse of Sarah’s big Sandy wig that it clicked.
He was going to be Danny Zuko, your lifetime crush from your favorite movie, Grease.
And then he made his appearance on stage, with his proper Danny Zuko hair, leather jacket, eyeliner and black jeans.
You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to give him the post show shag of his life.
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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- You and Sevika are coworkers turned best friends at her mechanic shop. She's having a little trouble telling you...something. She uses her Secret Santa gift to you to tell you.
🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader
🤎 CW/TW: lesbians being lesbians, Sevika is Sevika but you make her feel things...she's not sure what to make of that, blossoming relationship, pining, christmas, santa, fluff, pet names, first kiss, mistletoe, suggestive talk (you gotta close your eyes though), no use of y/n, not proofread
🤎 A/N: I know I should be writing part 2 to 'Our Love' but this idea (and Sevika period) is giving me serious brain rot. Enjoy my probably ooc ass version of Sev. This sucks ass, butttt I'll make up for it with a better post later, I promise!!
🤎 Notes: most times, I will be explicitly writing a black reader. this is not one of those times. this is a fully ambiguous reader save for the gender- female. I'm a firm believer in the beauty of Sevika's scars so to keep them in this we'll say she's a surviving burn victim.
🤎 Word count: 2.7k
🤎 You were one of the first people to apply for work when Sev first opened her shop
🤎 It was basically run by the two of you the way you became quick friends
🤎 You had come in, already dressed in a worker's jumper, the top half off and wrapped around your waist with a black cami on
🤎 If it weren't for how you were dressed, she wouldn't have even realized you were here about the job posting because she was too busy focusing on how pretty she thought you were
🤎 You started the same day
🤎 It wasn't like you two didn't notice each other, but you both put into your heads that it would be unwise for you to let your attraction go anywhere due to you guys basically running a business together
🤎 So every time you caught yourself drooling over Sev as she worked under the hood of a car, muscles rippling, grease covering her in smudges here and there....whew boy, let's just say you take a lot of....water breaks
🤎 She's no better either
🤎 The way her eyes follow your curves every time you bend over to pick something up
🤎 She stares at your lips whenever the two of you are talking, be it inside or outside of work
🤎 Speaking of which, you guys hang out- a lot
🤎 Within the first month of you working for her, she had already invited you over for dinner- as a friend
🤎 Once you guys become besties, you're over her place more than your own
🤎 You two will talk about any and everything together
🤎 At some point you call yourself trying to ignore your raging crush on your best friend and get a girlfriend
🤎 It ends in you being cheated on serially
🤎 You go to cry at Sev's the night of the breakup
🤎 This is the first time....something happens between you two
🤎 You're both drunk of your asses, you moreso than her
🤎 She's watching you intently as you curse out your ex and ramble on about all the things she wasn't meeting the bare minimum with
🤎 It's not until you've been silent for a while, lips no longer moving, that Sevika looks back up to your eyes, the two of you now dangerously close to one another
🤎 "What's wrong? I was listening I swear," she starts to defend herself
🤎 Your pupils are blown, your eyes glassy and your face flushed- whether from the alcohol, your proximity to Sevika, or a combination of both, you were too inebriated to tell
🤎 You reached up, fingers just barely grazing her jaw as you spoke
🤎 "Your face is so....you're beautiful..." you slurred, fingers ghosting over the scars that were etched into the lower left side of her face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath the collar of her t-shirt.
🤎 Her ears burned red hot as she just let you talk
🤎 You continued to slur on, but she chalked it all up to you being drunk until you said some words that made her heart beat faster in her chest
🤎 "'M not....s'posed to....I think....I like you...." you whispered as you leaned against her chest
🤎 Had you been a little more sober, you would've noticed the way her heart started to beat out of her chest at your words.
🤎 Actually, had you been a little more sober...you wouldn't have said that, but shhhh....
🤎 You were out like a light afterward
🤎 It wasn't until that night that Sevika started to get worse with hiding her feelings for you
🤎 She was taking you on more...friend dates
🤎 Buying you flowers because she knew you liked them and "I know you don't have anyone to get them for you right now, so..."
🤎 If you have a hobby like reading or maybe art, she's buying you new sketchbooks and supplies or she's getting you the newest editions of your favorites- all signed because hello??? she's that type of bitch fr
🤎 She gets you guys matching bracelets for your birthday after 2 years of friendship- yes, it's been that long now
🤎 Then comes Christmastime
🤎 You talked her a long time ago into doing Secret Santa with the peeps at the shop
🤎 She doesn't really see the hype, not having much experience with Christmas and it's traditions given her rocky relationship with her father, but she does it (only for you though)
🤎 This is the second annual Secret Santa for the shop
🤎 Just your luck, you don't end up getting Sevika like you wanted
🤎 That's okay though because Sevika got you
🤎 And you know she got you because of how much she's suddenly stressing the secret part of Secret Santa
🤎 Last year, she told you who she had gotten immediately, the two of you picking out your gifts for your respective people together and everything
🤎 Not this year
🤎 This year she doesn't tell anyone, not you, not anybody in the shop- and you know it, you asked around about it
🤎 She racking her brain trying to decide what to get you
🤎 Doesn't help that you're starting to render her useless
🤎 You're catching her spacing out while staring at you more often
🤎 She gets this fuzzy feeling and this misty look in her eyes whenever you're around
🤎 You kinda have an idea that she likes you back, you play into it
🤎 6 months ago, you had started returning her actions- buying her little gifts, making her lunch everyday because she'd forgotten one so many times that now she 'doesn't even have to worry about it', you plan a few friend dates yourself, you cuddle up to her more often whenever you two have your annual movie nights every week
🤎 It's all making her think maybe you know, but...last she checked you kinda liked someone
🤎 You hadn't told her who, even though you knew it was her, but in her mind she was competing with whoever this mystery crush was
🤎 She just wants you to look at her the way she looks at you
🤎 Back to Secret Santa though
🤎 The Christmas party is fast approaching and you still have no clue what the hell you're gonna do to figure out what Sevika's gotten you since you know she's your Santa this year
🤎 You've tried begging, bribing, snooping, everything at this point
🤎 She's keeping her lips locked tighter than a chastity belt at this point
🤎 The party is being hosted at Sevika's penthouse this year
🤎 You aren't allowed to help set up
🤎 You are not happy about that fact
🤎 "Relax, sweets...can't have you snooping in the gifts while we put them under the tree. You might accidentally see whatever your Santa got for you," she teased, running her finger playfully down your cheek
🤎 It was a trick. Your gift is in fact not under the tree
🤎 You decide to play her at her own game
🤎 If she wants to flirt and do all of this stuff for you, you'll do a little something for her as well
🤎 Everybody knows Sevika's got a thing for your body
🤎 You two are best friends
🤎 Best friends.
🤎 You know...those best friends that share a bed like they're a married couple
🤎 The touchy ones that make people question if they're actually secretly in a relationship
🤎 She's never shy about grabbing or smacking your ass- I mean you aren't shy about doing the same to her so it's fair
🤎 The two of you will regularly poke each other’s breasts in passing
🤎 Whenever she’s driving you to you guys’ “friend dates”, she has to hold your thigh- will 100% make up some lie that it’s for your safety (“How does you caressing my thigh make me safer, Sev?” “You’re asking too many questions here, sweets. Do you want me to move it?” “.....no.” “Then let’s ride.”)
🤎 So, with all of that known, you decided to show off said body for the party tonight
🤎 You wore a form fitting dress that was advertised as a sexy Mrs. Claus dress
🤎 The soft fabric clung to your body like it was practically painted on, the cute little fur trimmings not helping cover the fact that the hem stopped right at your mid-thigh
🤎 The spaghetti straps and plunging neckline were hidden underneath your dramatic (faux) fur coat
🤎 You topped it all off with a Santa hat and your matching bracelet Sev had gotten you
🤎 Needless to say she wanted nothing more than to see what you had on under that coat when you were the last to arrive to party- a detail you made sure you kept since she refused to let you come over to help with set up for the party
🤎 Her jaw actually dropped when you finally did take your coat off
🤎 You teasingly closed her mouth, smirking almost knowingly at her, “You’ll catch flies, hotshot.”
🤎 She’s flustered all night
🤎 Not only because you seem to be genuinely flirting with her, but because she knows what she has in store for you
Sevika was a bundle of nerves every time you looked up to catch her staring at you. You were drinking a glass of champagne, talking to...someone...she didn’t know, she was too busy looking at you to figure out which of her employees you were fraternizing with at the moment.
The time to exchange gifts couldn’t come any sooner for her.
She had been trying to work up the courage to just tell you that she’s in love with you for weeks now, and you with your games weren’t making it any easier.
You’d take all her gifts with such a grateful smile, throwing your arms around her neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek, but then the very next day you were talking about your mystery crush again.
You hadn’t said anything to the effect that you didn’t like all the advances she had been making, so she knew you at least felt...something for her...but she needed you to know exactly what she felt for you.
You looked up to catch her looking at you again, throwing her a bright smile before you excused yourself from conversation with Danny and his girlfriend who’s name you forgot the second he’d introduced her, moving across the living room to go talk to her, “Hey you.”
Boy if you could feel the way her heart was pumping and how sweaty her hands were the second you walked up.
It took her a few moments- which you noticed- to find her voice, but she managed to smile back at you, “Hey yourself, Ms. Social butterfly. You’ve talked to everyone already.”
You gave a soft shrug, “I mean, it’s not that hard to talk to them, I do work with them all, save for the people who brought their partners. Besides, I haven’t talked to you yet, hence why I’m over here.”
“Hm, true, true....How come you didn’t bring your little secret crush? Not serious enough for that yet?”
If only you know, huh?
You gave a half-hearted shrug, “It’s...complicated.”
“I see. W-” before she could continue, the alarm on her watch went off, signaling that it was time to exchange gifts.
Seeing as she was hosting this year (you had hosted last year), she was in charge of pulling every gift from under the tree and giving them to whoever’s name was on them, that person then trying to guess who bought their gift.
You didn’t get anything.
There’s no way you couldn’t have been chosen. And no one else had gotten their gift from Sevika.
With everyone else focused on their gifts, she pulled you aside into the kitchen, once again fdgety and nervous, “So...”
“So?”
“About your gift....before I....before I give it to you...I have to say a couple of things....”
“Yeah?”
She looked at you for a few moments, you could see her contemplating in her mind what she wanted to say.
She had spent hours in her mirror rehearsing this moment, yet now that it was here, she couldn’t remember a single word she had wanted to say to you.
She blinked as your hand came up to cup her cheek, “Huh?”
You gave a soft chuckle, stroking your thumb over her skin, “I said what’s wrong? You’ve been acting all weird with me all night. You’re nervous. Just tell me, babes, you know I’ll love whatever it is, especially if it’s from you.”
That did not help her calm down.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back to you again, “Okay, so...I know that we’ve been really good friends for....a while now....but lately I’ve been thinking and....I....I like you...you’re nice...and you’ve managed to make 2 years feel more like 20...so...what I’m trying to say is that I....I’m-”
Your lips pressing to her cheek in a fleeting kiss cut her off as she stared at you baffled, sputtering.
You giggled again when she couldn’t come up with something to say, pointing above her head, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”
She looked up to find herself standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked away, pulling a small box out of the pocket of her slacks, “Here.”
You eyed her for a few seconds before opening the box, gasping softly at the necklace inside.
You knew that necklace anywhere.
She told you about it the first time you slept over at her place.
She had drawn up the design years ago, saying she was going to get it made when she fell in love with a girl.
You were not emotionally prepared for more than a n ‘i like you’ tonight.
Neither was your makeup when you started crying.
She looked up worriedly, “You don’t like it....” she mumbled under her breath, sounding so unbelievably hurt.
“No, Sev....I love it.....I love you.....”
“You do?”
You chuckled through your tears, “Yes, you idiot. Who’d you think my secret crush was? I thought you would’ve gotten it when I said ‘she brought me flowers yesterday’, but instead you brought me an even bigger bouquet the next day as if you weren’t the only person that had gotten me flowers.”
She rolled her eyes, “Look, I just knew that I really, really liked you, and if I had to compete with someone else to show you how I felt, so be it.”
“You’re cute.”
“And you look like a drowned rat, stop crying sweets and let me put the damned thing on for you.”
You rolled your eyes, turning around anyway as she took the dainty necklace to clasp it around your neck. You punched her in the shoulder, “That’s for saying I look like a drowned rat.”
She took the jab in stride, pulling you closer to her as she lifted your chin with her other hand, “You’re the prettiest little drowned rat I’ve ever seen...”
You bit your lip, looking away, “You’re gay.”
“As are you, your point?”
“My poi-”
“Look at me when you talk, sweets.”
She knew what the fuck she was doing.
Even still, you brought your eyes back to hers, your voice soft as you whispered breathily, “I love you...”
“I love you too....”
“So....”
“So?”
“What now?”
She looked back up to the mistletoe above her head, pulling you forward so that it was over you now, “I show you how to actually kiss under the mistletoe.”
Kissing Sevika was instantly your new favorite thing.
She tastes like bourbon and cigar smoke with a hint of cinnamon.
Her hands went straight to your hips, pulling you flush against her, her lips were surprisingly really soft- you had yourself to thank for that for helping her “discover” lip balm- sucking you in and drawing all the air from your lungs.
You had a giddy almost drunken smile as she smirked down at you, “I think that may be my new favorite tradition.”
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Wrong Crush - Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie thinks Will has a crush on you. When he doesn’t believe your protests, Will decides it’s time he’s let in on a secret.
Note: This really just came about because Will Byers is my son and I love him with all my heart and want to protect him from the world. Also, Will totally would have had a crush on Eddie.
Warnings: platonic!will byers x reader, language, coming out, i think that’s it?
Words: 3.2k
Eddie’s second favorite thing in the whole world was Hellfire Club. With the first being you, obviously. Even after, finally, graduating from high school, Eddie still got together with the guys once a week to play DND. Dustin kept the game going at school, but it was a whole different level when the guys played the game with Eddie.
Friday nights became Hellfire nights for the guys, and you and the girls would have a girl’s night. Whether you had dinner, went to a movie, or just hung out at someone’s house having wine, it was a nice night for everyone. Eddie would always come home to your shared apartment with a smile on his face, telling of either the valiant effort it took the guys to beat his campaign, or of his success in defeating the gang.
But lately, Eddie would come home from Hellfire nights in a less-than-happy mood. You’d ask if something was wrong, but Eddie would always deny. You knew, though. He wasn’t his happy self.
One Thursday, a day before the beginning of the next campaign, Will came by after school.
“Are you sure?” you ask him as you sit at the kitchen table. You cup your coffee mug in your hands and lean in towards him.
“No, I’m not sure,” he says with a shrug. “But it seems like he is. It’s not like I’m going to come out and ask him, though.”
“Why don’t you try to hang out with him?” you offer. “Does he like DND?”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “He’s a baseball player. Total jock.”
“So, what makes you think he’s gay?” You didn’t want to sound harsh, but you couldn’t stand the thought of Will getting hurt.
Will runs his hands over his hair and sighs. “Just like…a feeling, I don’t know. All these girls want to go out with him, but he never wants to. He’s quiet when his friends talk about dating.”
“You’re eavesdropping on his conversations, huh?” you ask with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Will says as his cheeks turn red.
“Look, I just don’t want you to get hurt again.” You reach across the table and take Will’s hand in your own. You’ll never forget the heartbreak Will went through when he revealed his feelings to Mike. Thankfully, they were able to put it past them and continue to be best friends, but Will had been severely depressed. Will still wasn’t out to everyone, but you were one of the lucky ones he trusted with his secret.
“I know,” Will says.
The front door opens and Eddie walks in, grease and oil smudges on his white t-shirt.
“Hey, babe.” He kicks his boots off and comes to a halt when he sees Will at the table. His eyes snap to your joined hands. “Hey, Will.”
“Hey, Eddie.” Will smiles and bashfully pulls his hand out of yours. “I was just heading out.”
“Oh sweetie, you don’t have to,” you tell Will.
“No, I better get home for dinner. I’ll see you later. See you tomorrow, Eddie?”
“Yeah, sure thing.” Eddie smiles at him but you can tell it’s forced.
“Bye!” Will calls as he walks out the door.
You take your cold coffee mug over to the sink while Eddie washes his hands.
“What’d he want?” Eddie asks.
His tone makes you frown. “Why’d he have to want anything? We’re friends.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says sharply as he shakes water droplets off his hands, eyes searching for a towel.
You hand him one and scowl. “What is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem.” He roughly dries his hands before tossing the towel on the counter. You watch as he stalks over to your bedroom, tension tight in his back and shoulders.
“Could’ve fooled me,” you say as you follow him. “Bad day at work?”
“Nope,” he tells you as he strips his shirt off. His eyes won’t meet yours as he pulls on a Metallica tee. He goes to walk out of the bedroom, but you step in his path.
“Babe, come on,” you say. He sighs and you place your hands on his chest, rubbing softly. “When have you ever been able to lie to me? Hmm? Come on, talk to me.”
Eddie drops his head forward and lets out a groan. He takes a deep breath before raising his head and meeting your gaze.
“Will has a crush on you.”
It takes everything in you not to immediately smile and laugh, telling Eddie how wrong he is. But you manage to compose yourself and nod your head a few times, thoughtfully.
“What makes you say that?”
Eddie gently places his hands on your hips and tugs you closer. “Every week in Hellfire he talks to me about you. He’s always hanging out here. And every time I come home, he gets all flustered and leaves.”
And what else could that all mean? You think to yourself. With a deep breath, you lean forward and press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.
“Sweetheart, Will does not have a crush on me,” you assure him. “He’s just comfortable talking to me about things that he isn’t comfortable talking about with other people.”
“Like what?”
“I can’t tell you,” you say. “They’re not my secrets to share.” Eddie huffs and sidesteps you, exiting the bedroom. With a groan, you follow him into the kitchen. “What, you want me to betray his trust? What kind of friend do you think I am?”
“You’re just not listening to me,” Eddie says. “I’m uncomfortable around him now. I know to us he’s just a kid, but what if he thinks it could be more?”
“Eddie.” You walk forward and take his face in your hands. “Is this why you’ve been grumpy coming home from Hellfire?”
He nods and rests your forehead against yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m not jealous, I swear. I just don’t want him having a crush on my girl.”
You peck his lips and wrap your arms around his middle. “If you promise to be nice to him tomorrow night, I’ll talk to him.”
“Deal.”
What you were going to say, you weren’t sure.
On Saturday, you pick Will up from his house and grab burgers for lunch. You go to the park, away from other people because you don’t want anyone else to hear what you’re going to talk about.
“I talked to him at school,” Will tells you. “In biology class. Told him I liked his Hoosiers shirt. I only knew what it was because of Hop.”
“Good! I’m glad you worked up the courage.”
As much as you knew Will, he knew you just the same. He could tell something was on your mind and would do anything he could to help you with it.
“What’s up?” He asks.
You sigh and fold up your burger wrapper. “I’ve got a problem.”
“Anything I can do?” Will asks.
“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, come on,” he says with a smile. “I doubt you could ever do that.”
“Eddie thinks you have a crush on me.” Better to rip the Band-Aid right off. Will’s face drops and his eyebrows pull together.
“Why would he think that?” He asks.
“Because you talk to him about me at Hellfire. You come over and hang out with me and leave when he gets home.”
“W-Well, that’s because-.”
“I know. I know, Will,” you say. “I told him you didn’t, but he doesn’t believe me.”
Will drops his head back and balls up the fast-food bag in his hands. He lets out a long, loud groan and flops down on his back.
“I know, sweetie. I’m sorry.” You lay down next to him and reach over for his hand. He laces his fingers with yours as he stares up at the sky.
“Will he hate me if he knows?”
“Oh, not at all.” You sit up straight and lean over so you can look him directly in the eyes. “He knows about Robin, and you’ve seen them together. Thick as thieves. He doesn’t care who she loves, and he won’t care who you love.”
“Promise?” Will asks. There are tears in his eyes, and it breaks your heart. You want to punch anyone who ever made him feel, or anyone who ever will make him feel, like he isn’t worthy. Worthy of love, worthy of friendship, worthy of respect.
“I promise.”
“I don’t want to lose his friendship,” he says quietly.
“You won’t.” You bring your joined hands up to your mouth and press a kiss to his knuckles. “He loves you, Will. He’s just irked right now because he thinks you’re moving in on his turf.”
He cracks a smile, and you breathe a sigh of relief. With your free hand, you pat his chest a few times.
“Nothing will change if he knows. I guarantee it.”
“Okay,” he says. “You can tell him, then.”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you or forcing you into anything.”
“You’re not. Eddie’s my friend. He’s a good friend. I would’ve told him eventually, anyway. But I don’t want him to be upset with you. Or me.”
“Honestly, the first time he sees you after he finds out, he’s probably going to give you the biggest hug ever and everyone is going to look at him like he’s crazy.”
Will laughs and sits up. “That’s okay, I like hugs.”
“Good. Because you’re about to get another one.” You pounce on Will and knock him back down to the ground. He laughs and squirms as you snake your arms around his chest. “Just let me hug you!”
“You’re squeezing me!” he shouts between bouts of laughter.
“It’s how I show my love!”
“Poor Eddie.”
You sit back up quickly, jaw dropped, as you stare at him.
“William Byers, was that a dirty joke?”
He looks up at you with wide innocent eyes, cheeks pink, and shakes his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You lean back down to tickle along his ribs, causing him a new fit of laughter.
“Eddie’s going to have to teach you some dirty jokes because that one was pretty tame.”
When you get home from dropping Will off, Eddie is sprawled out on the couch, a can of beer in his hand.
“Is that sports I hear on the television?” you ask as you set your purse down.
“Most guys spend Saturdays watching football and drinking beer. I figured I’d try it.”
“And?”
“It fucking sucks.” He picks up the remote and turns the television off before walking over to join you in the kitchen. “Who cares how far some guy can run the ball down the field? What does it matter if Florida State University beats the University of Florida? It’s a game and it’s stupid.”
“I know, baby,” you say. “It’s not an important game like DND.”
“Yes, exactly. You get me.” He rests his head against yours and you let out a laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatics. Anyone who knew you as a couple knew that you weren’t the drama queen in the relationship.
“So, how did it go with Will?” Eddie asks.
“Good,” you tell him. The kitchen table is behind you, and you lead Eddie over to it, your knee knocking into one of the matching blue chairs on the way.
“What’s up?” Eddie asks. You lean forward, arms sprawled over to Eddie’s side of the table. He takes your hands in his and pulls them up to his mouth to breathe hot air on them when he finds them cold.
“I talked to him,” you say.
“And?”
“Eddie, he did not and does not have a crush on me. I wish you would’ve believed me,” you say.
“Princess, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Or think you’re lying to me. It’s just kind of what the evidence led me to believe.”
“Well, it’s not true. And to prove it even further, Will has given me permission to tell you one of his secrets.”
“He has?” Eddie looks surprised and a little flattered.
“Why not? He said you’re good friends.”
“We are,” Eddie agrees.
“Alright then.” You grip his hands in yours and make sure he’s paying attention to you. “Well, how I knew with such certainty that Will doesn’t have a crush on me, is because he couldn’t. He doesn’t have crushes on girls, Eddie.”
Eddie’s face screws up in confusion. “What? Like, does he think they still have cooties or something? He’s eighteen, right?”
You snort out a laugh and shake your head. “No, baby. I mean, yes, he is eighteen, but he doesn’t think girls have cooties. He just doesn’t like girls in that way.” At Eddie’s still confused face, you continue. “He doesn’t like girls the way that you do. Or the way that Steve or Mike do. He likes boys, like how Robin likes girls.”
Understanding dawns on Eddie’s face and his eyebrows raise so high you think they’d disappeared in his hair. “So, he’s gay?”
“Yes,” you say, weight taken off your chest.
“Oh,” Eddie drawls, as if this clicks pieces of a puzzle together for him.
“And now he’s worried you’re going to think differently of him once you know.”
Eddie frowns and shakes his head. “I would never do that.”
“I know, that’s what I told him,” you say.
Eddie shrugs. “I don’t care who he wants to be with. As long as it’s not my girl, it’s fine.”
“You’ve gotta still treat him like one of the guys,” you tell him. “The last thing he wants is to be treated differently. He’s still the same Will he’s always been.”
“I will, I will, don’t worry.” Eddie stands up from the table and opens the fridge, eyes scanning on what he could make for dinner.
You watch him. Nothing in his demeanor has changed. He doesn’t look more tense, actually the opposite. He’s relieved there was a simple explanation for what was bothering him. Eddie frowns into the fridge though, before closing it and turning to you.
“Wait,” he says. “But that doesn’t…explain why he’s always talking to me about you at Hellfire. And why he gets all flustered when I come home. Unless all your conversations before I come home are about his sexuality, which I doubt.”
“I mean,” you say, your voice an octave higher than you meant it to be. “There’s an explanation for that as well.”
“Do I get to hear it?” Eddie waits with a hand on his hip, leaning against the refrigerator door.
“Okay, so,” you start as you stand up from the table. You’re trying to come up with the right words to say and Eddie takes this to mean you’re stalling. He urges you forward with a hand motion, and you roll your eyes at him. “So, at Hellfire, right? Who’s he talking to?”
“Me,” Eddie says.
“Mhmm. And you said he gets flustered when who comes home?”
“Me.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, and he shrugs.
“Are you going to get to the point?” he asks.
“Oh, God,” you say as you rub your hands over your face. For such a clever man, he wasn’t always the quickest with picking up emotional clues. “Okay, so there’s two people who live in this apartment. Will has a crush on one of them.”
Eddie’s face scrunches up in confusion. “But you just told me- oh.” Eddie’s face changes so quickly that it makes you laugh. From confusion, to raised eyebrows as he takes in this new information.
“Huh,” he says. He pushes off the refrigerator and takes the few steps over to you. “So, he thinks I’m hot, huh?” The self-satisfied smirk on his face makes you roll your eyes.
“You tease him about this, and I swear to God, Eddie-.”
“Hey, hey, hey. I wouldn’t do that.” His face still looks self-satisfied even if the smirk has fallen off. “Just means he has good tastes.”
“And what, he didn’t when you thought he had a crush on me?” you ask, crossing your arms.
“Now sweetheart, this isn’t about you,” Eddie placates playfully with a pat on the top of your head. He knows he’s winding you up, but he also knows that you’re aware he’s just goofing off.
You glare up at him. “You’re the worst. Let Will spend a week with you and these feelings go away. He’ll have complete focus on that baseball player at school then.”
“Aw baby,” Eddie coos as he wraps you up in his arms. “Don’t get jealous. You know I’m not into guys, and Will is a kid, so you’re stuck with me. Forever and ever.”
“Jealousy isn’t the word I’d use,” you say, staying still as he squeezes you in his grip.
“What word would you use?”
“Annoyed.”
Eddie lets out a bark of laughter and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
“You’re just thrown off because now there’s someone who thinks I’m the hot one in the relationship.”
“I’ve always thought you were the hot one in the relationship!”
“Mm, well you’re wrong.” He leans in for another kiss and this one is far less chaste. “Always been you,” he mumbles against your lips.
“Alright, sweet talker,” you say. “It’s time to put up or shut up.”
Eddie scoops you up into his arms and plops you down on the bed before you can even let out a laugh.
On Monday, Will comes back over after school. He wants to make sure that the conversation with Eddie went alright.
“He spent all of yesterday telling me how bad he felt for getting upset when he thought you liked me. If we had the money, I swear he’d buy you a car just to ease his guilt.”
Will laughs and takes a sip of his coffee. “I’m relieved. Not just that telling him went okay, but that another person in my life knows. It seems kind of daunting that I’m going to have to tell the people I care about for like, the rest of my life. But you telling Eddie kind of took that piece of the burden off me, and I’m thankful.”
“You don’t have to tell anyone you don’t want to, whenever you don’t want to,” you say. “It’s all your call. It’s your life so you get to call all the shots when it comes to that.”
Will smiles gratefully at you before the front doorknob starts to turn. Eddie steps inside and grins when he sees the two of you there. It’s a nice change from how the last few weeks have gone. You’re just praying Eddie doesn’t say something stupid as he drops his keys and comes over to the table.
“Can I hug you?” Eddie asks.
Will looks like he might cry if he opens his mouth, so he nods instead. He stands up and Eddie pulls him into a bear hug. You know how tight those squeezes of his can be, and that he reserves them for the moments that call for them. This was certainly one of those times.
Eddie pulls away and places his hands on Will’s shoulder. He looks Will straight in the eye and gives him a smile.
“Still love you, dude. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Will nods through a tearful smile and Eddie pulls him back in for another hug. You wipe away a few tears of your own as Eddie smiles at you over Will’s shoulder.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#will byers#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#Eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fan fiction
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read between the lines! ✭
pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader
synopsis: you and hyunjin share cuddles on a rainy day.
genre: fluff, best friends pining for each other, can be read as idol!au or non idol!au, drabble.
warnings: none
word count: 0.5k
a/n: ik ik I said im working on the chan mermaid au AND I am but have this for now. say thanks to cinny @wiltspring for making this readable. if there’s any mistakes I’m sorry.
love, a weird and incomprehensible feeling. one that everyone expresses differently as how they think convenient.
everyone encounters with love in their life, and how each person reacts to it completely varies. some people simply do not get along with love, and others are enamored with it. hyunjin was the latter.
holding pinkies on a hot summer day while eating ice cream is one of the various things he dreams about doing with his future partner. or cuddling on a cold winter night with hot chocolate resting on top of the living room table. he’s a hopeless romantic, so you would understand how his heart fluttered when his best friend started brushing out his hair with their hands.
it wasn’t one of his thoroughly planned dates that he’d like to experience. it wasn’t even a date, but hyunjin felt like he had gone to the moon and back.
instead of being summer or winter it was spring, heavy rain beating against the multiple windows in the room. the somewhat ajar window letting some of the rain enter. blankets around your figures, not thick enough to make you sweat but to keep you warm and safe.
hyunjin sits at the right side of the bed, not a big space between you two. grease runs in the background making you feel like a little kid watching it for the first time.
“summer nights” resonates through your ears as you look at hyunjin. his rather long blond hair falls past his shoulders and his eyes are focused on the computer. getting closer to him, you start braiding a little braid on the left side of his head. he barely even looks at you, way too used to your antics and mesmerized by the song playing.
at this point you didn’t even care about the movie, your only worry being getting the braid to look pretty. you had taken it off and re-done it about five times and you were starting to get tired. taking it off for the last time, you give up, go behind him and hug him by the shoulders. to be honest, this crossed the lines of friendship, but sleepiness was starting to get to you and you didn’t really care.
“ugh why is your hair so soft. you literally put it through so much damage,” you say as your hands start to go through his blond locks.
eventually, hyunjin stops paying attention to the movie, too concentrated on your hands in his hair. it’s only when you start brushing it out that he can’t stop himself anymore. he turns and gives you a bone-crushing hug that ends up with both of you lying on the bed.
he snuggles his head on your shoulder and his hair tickles your neck. your eyes open abruptly, way too surprised by the boy’s actions. however, you bring your hands back to his hair, enjoying the way his arms tighten around your back.
if anyone had seen this, they would’ve questioned your status as friends, but with the petrichor coming from the slightly open window intoxicating your senses, you couldn’t care less about the new turn your relationship was taking.
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hopelessly devoted
Summary: Danny had been crushing on Y/n since they started high school, when he finally told her, he was over the moon when she agreed to a date.
Warnings: swearing, NSFW, adult themes, based of GREASE (1978), p n v, Oral female reeving,
Pairing: Danny Zuko x Fem! Reader
Y/n is no girl Danny's ever seen before, she's absolutely different compared to the rest of the girls that went to Randell High School. She didn't care about skirts or frilly dresses; she got her hands dirty while looking gorgeous at that. Danny was head over heels.
He was at lunch with Kenickie, Soony, Doody, and Putzie.
"Guys, she's just, ugh!" Danny said, trying to get them to understand where he was coming from. "She just effortlessly gorgeous," he finished.
"Man, really sounds like you're in love with this girl," Kenickie commented, smothering his cigarette against his boot.
"Hey, hey, maybe you should get her to, ya know..." Danny glared at Soony,
"Is that really all you think about?"
"You bet!" Kenickie shoved him away before turned back towards Danny,
"Look, here she comes!"
"Stupid skirts," Y/n groaned, Frenchie wasn't too far.
"Well, my suggestion is to wear shorts under your shirts so don't feel so exposed," she explained.
"You think that's a good idea?"
"Uh-huh, Rizzo did it all the time when were in the 7th grade, I did it too when I was younger. My daddy always told me to because boys were gross," she explained.
"Heh, they are," Y/n agreed. There was one boy that she could never think that about and that was Danny Zuko, he was something she couldn't explain.
"Hey, Y/n are you all right?" Frenchie asked, noticing Y/n dozing off into space.
"Uh, oh yeah, Frenchie, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You were all up in the clouds," she explained. Y/n only nodded before glancing at the bleachers where Danny was staring at her. She gave him a wave and soft smile before continuing down the path with Frenchie.
Danny watched until they were out of view, "She's just...too good for me."
"Huh?" Kenickie, Doody, Soony, and Putzie exclaimed.
"What do you mean she's too good for ya?" Doody asked confused.
"Y/n is...Y/n and I'm...me, she's too good for me."
"That's why you make her worse!" Soony concluded.
"No," Kenickie shoved him slightly. "Danny, you and I have been friends for a long time. Y/n, she's the best for you, believe me!"
"I do, I really do but she'll never say yes to a date with me."
"Well, you never know until you ask her," Putzie pointed out. Danny glanced back in the direction where Y/n and Frenchie had left,
"You know what, you're right!" he smiled, "I got this!'
"Yeah, you do!" Kenickie encouraged as Danny headed down the bleachers. There is one spot where they would be and that's with the other Pinks. He came up to them,
"Hey, ladies," he said as nonchalantly as he could. Stuffing his hands in his pockets; Y/n glanced up a smiled,
"Hey, Danny, what's up?" Marty asked, Danny shrugged.
"Nothing much; hey, Y/n, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, what about?"
"Um...it's more of a just you and me conversation, if that's alright," she nodded and followed him away from the lunch tables. Danny spun around to face her,
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I uh...wanted to ask if you would like to go and get a bite with me tonight?"
"Like a date?"
"If that's what you want then sure, why not?" Y/n paused for a moment; Danny felt like he was sweating buckets.
"Sure," she smiled. Danny almost let out a sigh of relief when Y/n put her hand up, "You have to meet my parents first, is that okay?" Danny glanced over and saw that no one was watching so he nodded,
"Yeah, that's okay. I pick you up at five?"
"See you," she began to walk away.
"See ya," he whispered under his breath. When she was out of ear shot, he screamed to the sky. Kenickie, Doody, Soony, and Putzie emerged from their hiding places. Kenickie slightly lifted Danny off his feet.
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Danny stood outside Y/n's house; he knocked a few times before the door opened. A woman that looked a lot like Y/n but older opened the door, "You must be Danny, come in," she greeted. The woman let Danny in the house as he looked around, "Y/n, your date is here!"
"One moment!" Y/n called from upstairs, Danny turned and was now facing her father.
Alright, Danny don't mess this up.
"Hi, Mr. L/n, I'm Danny Zuko."
"I've heard about you, you're taking my daughter out, where?"
"Well, I was hoping that we could go to the diner in town and catch a movie at the drive-in." The older man nodded before speaking,
"Bring her home no later than midnight, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"No funny business!"
"Yes, sir."
Y/n emerged from upstairs, "Dad, stop scaring him." Danny turned around and he felt his jaw drop, Y/n was wearing jeans with a long-sleeved blouse.
"Are you ready?" Danny asked, feeling the glares of her father behind his back.
"Uh-huh," she followed him out the house.
"Use protection!" her mother yelled, causing Y/n to blush in embarrassment.
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Danny and Y/n were at the movies; the diner was a bit packed but nice since Danny and Y/n were up at the top and no one else was.
Danny had his arm wrapped around Y/n's shoulders; she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Danny," she whispered. "I had a lot of fun tonight," he smiled.
"I did too, baby," he turned towards her. He paused glancing down, her breast right at the best angle. Danny soon felt his jacket being tugged on as his lips were met with Y/n's. "Fuck, Y/n."
"Danny," she whispered.
Y/n tugged on Danny's shirt; he quickly tore it off his body throwing it in the back. He ran his hand down her chest to the rim of her shirt, pulling it over her head.
"Do you have a condom?"
"Uh-huh," his voice muffled against her mouth as he continued to pull at her clothes. "Baby, let me see," he groaned. He pulled away, her hair was disheveled; he glanced down pulling at her bra, managing to unclasp the back and pull it off her.
"Danny," she whispered. He glanced up, seeing the nervousness across her face.
"Don't worry, Baby, nothing is going to happen, promise," he kissed her cheek.
He tugged on his jeans while simultaneously kicking off his shoes. Danny lifted her hips, so he rubbed against her, she moaned, gripping his shoulders as her nails dug into them.
"Baby, you're driving me crazy," he moaned as he slipped the condom on and shoved himself into her.
"Danny!"
"Fuck, fuck," he hit her neck trying to silence himself which caused her to moan more. He thrusts began to pick up as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back into a harsh kiss. "you're so beautiful," he moaned. "Fuck, Y/n, I love you."
"I love you too, Danny," he looked up at her. He smirked leaning his head against her shoulder and continued to thrust into her. "I need you," she whispered.
"You can have me, have all of me."
"Y/n," he groaned as seed filled the condom. She whined as he pulled out, "Let me help." She nodded as he tossed the condom out the window and lifted Y/n's legs, so her vagina met his face. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," she agreed.
"Okay, if it gets too much just say stop, okay?" she nodded. Danny shoved himself in, Y/n screamed in delight as his lips met her. His tongue did its magic, swirling and teasing her until she came undone,
"Danny I... I can't," she moaned. He continued faster and harder until she came against his face. He whipped it away with a napkin before pressing his lips against hers.
"Baby, you're one of a kind," he chuckled.
Y/n glanced at the clock on the dashboard, "Danny, I have to get home, it's getting late."
"Sure, baby, sure," he shoved his clothes back on and helped her back into hers before starting the car and heading out of the drive-in. "I had a really nice time tonight," he confessed.
"I did too," Y/n paused as Danny pulled into her driveway. " She glanced back at him before placing a kiss on his cheek, "Bye."
"Bye, see you."
"See you."
Y/n quickly rushed back into the house as Danny drove out of the driveway with a big smile on his face.
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Threeway
Summary: Steve Harrington/Reader/Eddie Munson; you have a crush on steve and eddie, but you’re convinced steve has a crush on just eddie.
“You seem down; barely focusing on the movie… I get Steve’s picks are trash but-”
“You take that back about Grease!” Steve reaches over to smack Eddie but he dodges it; which means your shoulder gets the brunt; you’re not hurt; mostly just shoved back into Eddie’s chest on the couch; Steve looks horrified; and you try to bring yourself out of your own misery to banter with them but you just manage a weak swat to Steve’s concerned hands.
“Y/N, hey seriously; is something going on?”
“Nothing the two of you need to worry about.. Steve don’t give me the mom look you give Dustin and everyone. Seriously! It’s nothing; let’s just watch..” You try to direct their attention back to the movie but both of them push the remote from you.
“Y/N we’re your friends; talk to us.”
“It’s just uh, girl stuff?” Eddie snorts at your half excuse.
“I have a crush; but he likes someone else.”
“And how could anyone see you and want someone else.” Steve frowns clearly trying to hype you up.
“I don’t think I’m his type…”
“You? You’re smoking hot; way better than any of the girls in grease; whoever he is has shit taste if you’re not part of it.”
“I think he likes guys.”
“Oh; uh; well maybe I could talk to him?” Steve offers and you shrug; embarassed that both of them know you have a crush; let alone on someone who wouldn’t be interested in you in the first place.
“So where’s the guy?”
“Huh; what guy?” You frown at Eddie when he swings his arm around your shoulder.
“They guy you’re crushing on; the entire reason we’re here at this shitty mall. Sure we’re going to annoy Harrington afterwards but.. Oh; it’s fucking Harrington??” Your face must change and betray you Eddie looks genuienly shocked and then laughs.
“Wait you think Steve is into guys??”
“Have you seen how he looks at you?” You hiss at him and Eddie pauses for a moment before a pleased smile graces his face.
“I have; it’s exactly how he looks at you.” Eddie pulls you towards Scoops Ahoy.
“And how I look at you, and look at him.”
“You what?”
“Steve’s bisexual Y/N; well at least he wants me and you; no clue how he hasn’t picked up on the massive crush you’ve had on him but it took both of us almost dying for him to realize I was flirting with him so…” Eddie explains and you just let him drag you closer to Steve.
“Harrington; one of those big stupid sundae glass things; three spoons. Robin, Steve is on his break yeah?”
“Course; Harrington make them their sundae and… wait are you two on a date?”
“Mhm; threeway.” Eddie smirks and Steve drops the glass he was holding.
“A what?” You look from Eddie to Steve.
“Sorry that’s for later.” Eddie winks at you and you know you’re blushing.
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Gruvia Fan Content Prompt Idea List
well, some people seemed interested when i said i'd make a post with a list of Gruvia fan content prompts, so I'm making it! I'll warn you, though: I don't really like the way ideas are shared on typical prompt lists so mine might not be to you guys' tastes:
AU where Juvia joined Fairy Tail first and was the one to inspire Gray to join the guild. Some of you might recognize this as a previous post of mine, where the idea is more fleshed out, but I don't mind at all if anyone else takes it as a prompt and uses the idea to write their own story.
Gruvia-centric Stone Age Omake fic. There's tons for Nalu but only one I found that's Gruvia, Learning to Love by starryfairyjedi, which is excellent but the author hasn't finished it quite yet.
Pregnancy fic. ik ik, another unoriginal idea. There are tons of these, but I think that's true for a reason. A scenario where Juvia accidentally gets pregnant forces Gray to commit in a way he avoids throughout the series. Plus also that guy just has a ton of untapped worry-wort dad potential. It's tragic, really.
Forced to live together. Who doesn't love these kinds of fics? As for why Gray and Juvia have to live together...maybe Fairy Hills got destroyed during Alvarez or by another Dark Guild, and when Gajeel offered to let Juvia stay with him, Gray stepped in to offer up his own place in a moment of irrational jealousy. There's a lot of potential for humor with Juvia's various Gray paraphernalia, plus it would be a chance for them to address feelings about their previous cohabitation.
Playing off the last one: AU where Juvia's an informant targeted by the mafia and Gray is the FBI agent tasked with protecting her. Therefore, they are forced to live together in a safe house.
Grease-esque AU. Juvia could be one of those rollerskating waitresses and Gray and Natsu could be race car drivers/rivals. Sides of other pairings would work well with this one, like if Lucy and Erza were also waitresses.
Juvia meets Edo-Greige somehow. This would be so cute! How would she wind up meeting him? Well...i don't know, lol. It'd be interesting if she wound up in Edolas accidentally and Gray had to go rescue her. In the meantime, she could interact with Edo Gray and Juvia, also...that's a moment we never really got to see in the series.
Juvia and Lyon wind up paired for a mission and Gray follows them out of jealousy.
Assassin AU where Gray's the assassin and Juvia's the target. Good potential for a steamy fight scene and ultimate cuteness when Gray refuses to kill her.
Pirate and Mermaid AU. a lot of fics have elements of this dynamic but i don't think i've seen one that's really Gruvia-centric and about the love story. would make a great oneshot or short multichapter fic imo.
Juvia's a nymph who cares all alone for her forest since the other nymphs died, until one day, an Ice Demon Slayer, injured in battle, drifts into her forest via river on a slab of wood. The forest urges her to kill him, but Juvia is unable to kill the first man she's ever seen. While she nurses him back to health, they fall in love. Lots of potential for romance/humor with the whole "Juvia's never been around people, especially men, and doesn't get personal space" thing, a bit like the Stone Age Omake idea.
MHA/BNHA AU where they meet as heroes-in-training or young pro heroes in the field.
Fake Dating. Kind of a sucker for these, ngl. Would be even better (in my personal opinion) if it was an AU so this was how they met.
UFC/MMA AU. Few different potential ideas with this one. Could be Juvia falling in love with Gray from the audience while he fights Natsu, a mixed-gender version of the UFC where Gray and Juvia fight each other, or Gray gets a crush from the audience watching Juvia fight someone (I'd personally love to read this one).
Gray and Juvia meet as kids. Would be really cute if little Gray comforted Juvia about her rain.
Robin Hood AU. The Fairy Tail ethos goes well with Robin Hood's. You could have it where Juvia serves as a knight for King John (/Jose?) but abandons the kingdom for Robin Hood's cause when she meets Gray.
If I think of more, I'll add to this list or maybe make another one! Feel free to use any of these/apply them to any ship. I'd love if you lmk you used one of them or tagged me or whatever, but if you're not comfortable with that you don't have to. I may use my own prompts one day, too, especially the Stone Age Omake ones, the nymph one, and the Edo Greige one. I'm totally fine with us having written the same idea if you are.
See also this set of romantic prompt lists. Actually, just see their master post of prompts, literally my favorite blog for this sort of thing.
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[00.15]
― pairing : Minho x fem! reader
― content warnings : angst with a happy ending, smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, fake dating, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all),
― word count : 2.502
― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌
🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES
Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin
Minho roughly bit your shoulders as he came, buried deep inside you, while pushing your back a little more into the locker room’s lockers. He still had his left hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans, and his right hand under your leg, supporting your weight.
«Stop clenching so much, love.» Minho’s strained mumbles came a bit muffled due to him still talking against your skin.
You answered with a breathless laugh, re-adjusting your position as best as you could due to your post-orgasm state.
«Thank you for that, I love you.» Minho chanted, running a hand through your hair as soon as the both of you fixed your clothes.
«You really don’t have to do that when we’re alone, Minho.» you sighed, enjoying the sensation of Minho’s affectionate touches. «Unless you’re still practicing.» you ignored the sting you felt in your heart to that last phrase, but you also ignored your fake boyfriend’s hand momentarily stop.
«Yeah.» Minho’s gaze adverted from yours. «It’s practice. Well, I have to go, now, love.»
With lingering eyes, you watched Minho walking out of the locker room, before you decided to finally collect yourself and go towards your next class.
Honestly, you were extremely pissed at yourself for not managing to pay attention to the professor’s lecture, since your mind kept entertaining your with flashback about your situation with Minho, overthinking and overanalysing every small detail.
You sighed to yourself, absently copying the notes your teacher was writing on the blackboard but your mind was full of Minho roughly closing your locker asking – begging, you to be his fake girlfriend until the school ended.
Due to your having a small crush on the boy, you said no at first, but damn, he was persistent. Minho started to literally appear out of thin air, just to ask you to fake date him for six months.
«What’s in for me?» you asked back one day.
«Me, amazing sex, wonderful kisses and hanging out with me and the boys.» Minho answered immediately, with a cherubic smile. «Amazing sex is a special bonus.» he added, confidence dripping from his voice.
You accepted few days later, and Minho wasted no time and took you home immediately that afternoon.
«We have to practice,» he said back then, «casual touches, kisses, everything. We have to look like a real couple.» You said yes, once again. Ignoring how your heart would skip a beat anytime his hand would brush against your skin or his kisses would become a little more passionate. You were stiff at first, Minho was so intimidatingly handsome, and on top of all, the more time it passed, the more your crush started to develop in something more.
The whole “friends with benefits” things added itself to the list one rainy afternoon; Minho’s hands would be all over you during a playful fight, and before you knew it, he had pinned you against the bed, your hands next to your head firmly trapped in his strong hold.
«So, love. Who won?» Minho’s raspy voice mumbled against your skin, before closing the space between your lips. You were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s left hang lifting your thigh over his waist, caressing you over the thick fabric of your jeans; you were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s mouth kissing your neck as far as your shirt allowed him to. That afternoon, your kisses never stopped, instead they only grew more and more passionate, until you went from sharing kisses by pulling on his leather jacket to sharing kisses by tightly gripping on his biceps as he was thrusting inside you in a rough pace.
Even if you tried to repeat yourself to “think of it like a game,” you couldn’t help to notice that, sometimes, his kisses would be a little bit softer, he would fuck you in a little more slow and gentle manner, and those “I love you” he always said were spoke in a kinder, almost honest voice.
Five months into this agreement, and he still did not understood that anytime you said, “I love you, too” you actually meant it, in the most sincere and honest way.
Five months into this agreement, and you stuffed all the hope you’ve ever had next to the incoming feeling of heartbreak you’re ignoring deep in your chest.
With an annoyed groan, you sat next to Felix on the red leather couches of the Frosty Palace, right after ordering a milkshake. You rubbed your temples, in the vain hope to make your thoughts and feelings disappear.
«A penny for your thoughts, Lady.» Felix deep voice said, gently tapping your shoulder.
«You already know, Lix.» you answered with a dejected sigh, not sparing him a glance.
«I’m sure he likes you, he’s just dumb.» Felix ruffled your hair, and you laughed together. Felix, along with the others members from Stray Kids, knew about your fake dating agreement, but Felix had been the only one to realize that you were not actually faking.
Well, actually, you told him yourself.
«Please, don’t tell me you’re thinking about-»
«When you broke down in tears at one of Jisung’s parties and told me everything? » Felix completed your sentence, before taking another big bite from his burger. «I basically think about that anytime I see you. You were really ugly with make-up running on your cheeks.»
«See? This is why you’re still single.» you chanted, stealing a fry from his plate.
As you were laughing together, you met Minho’s gaze, an unreadable expression on his face.
You froze for a moment, the fry you stole still hanging from your lips. Did he hear something?
«So, you and Felix?» Minho asked later that night, as he walked you in front of your house. It was a small habit he always had: he would drive you home, then walk with you for literally 15 steps until you were in front of your door.
«What about him?» you stopped on your porch, waiting for him to kiss you goodnight – another strange habit he had, considering you weren’t dating for real.
«You seemed to be close since Jisung’s last party.» Minho held your hand, trying to hide his annoyed voice, but failing. All the hope you have been trying to hide under the carpet, suddenly came back full force, your heart picking up speed.
«Why, are you jealous?» you squeezed on his hand, raising an eyebrow.
«Why wouldn’t I be?» Minho scoffed at that, his hand escaping your tight hold. «I’ve been trying to make you understand about my feelings for months!»
Your head was spinning; you listened at Minho’s unexpected outburst with wide eyes. Was he confessing, or were you having a fever dream?
«I thought…» you started with a weak voice, unsure what to say. «I thought it was fake-»
«Was it for you?» Minho scoffed once again, interrupting your sentence. «Because to me, it was not.» Minho reached out to hold your hand, but something between his outburst and the sudden confession of your feelings being returned made you tense up.
Minho sighed, misinterpreting the signal you gave him, but nonetheless he let you go, and took a small step away from you.
«I’ll see you at Jisung’s party, tomorrow. So we can break up.» Minho nodded at you, accepting your silent reaction, and strode beck to his car, and away from you.
You did not know why you froze up like that. All you wanted to do was to hug Minho, to desperately cling on his shirt and tell him that you loved him, and yet, you did not.
You spent five months suffering about the feelings you believed being unrequited, and now, you ruined everything in less than five minutes.
You arrived at Jisung’s party long before Minho. Taking it as a perfect opportunity, you told the boys everything that happened the night before in front of your house.
«And I thought he was the dumb one.» Felix sighed, lightly flickering your forehead.
«Listen up, I panicked!» you groaned, muffling your voice by hiding it in your hands.
«You’re lucky I’m about to save your ass.» he mumbled, but you didn’t pay attention to him.
The boys agreed to help you on your desperate mission to sort things out with Minho before he could tell anyone that you broke up.
The task would have been easier if only Minho did not show up to the party with a girl, which was definitely not you.
Needless to say, he avoided you for part of the evening, and few people asked you about your relationship. Minho never got too close to the girl; he never hugged - or worse, kiss her, but the mere thought of him showing up with someone else the night after he confessed, made your guts spin in anger.
«Trouble incoming, 12 o’clock.» Changbin mumbled behind his cup of alcohol, as he kept his eyes fixed behind you.
As you turned around, you saw Minho walking towards your group, once again, with an unreadable expression on his face. Abandoning every kind of rational thought that advised you to clear things up before you tried to do anything stupid, you started walking towards him with rushed steps, and as soon as you were in front of him, you stood on your tiptoes, hugging his neck and connecting your lips in an apologizing kiss. You felt Minho froze in his track at your sudden actions, but he gradually relaxed and kissed you back with a soft sigh. Minho’s arms snaked around your waist, pressing your frame against his body.
«Let me steal him for a second.» You absently told the girl next to Minho before holding his hand and hastily leading him upstairs.
«Care to tell me what’s the meaning of this?» Minho leaned against the now locked door of one of Jisung’s spare bedroom, crossing his arms in front of your chest. You stood there, in front of him, shifting your weight from one leg to another as you tried to find the right words to start with.
«First of all… Who is that girl?» you asked, your voice smaller than you planned to. You heard Minho scoff, and you felt just like yesterday night, but with reversed roles.
«Why, are you jealous?» Minho seemed to have thought about that too, since he asked back, his voice unsure almost as he was afraid to hear another rejection.
«Why wouldn’t I be?» you repeated his words, finally looking into his surprised eyes. Minho looked as you took a step forward; if he reached out, he could touch you, if he took a step forward, he could close the distance between the two of you. «Listen, Minho. Yesterday night… I panicked really badly. The truth is, I completely return your feelings.» due to the closeness, you could hear Minho’s breath hitching and so you went on. «I really love you so much sometimes it scares me, and Felix knew-Lix knew everything. This is why we got “so close”; because during Jisung’s last party, I broke down in tears in front of him and threw a temper tantrum about how I love you and I firmly believed my feelings were unrequited and-» Minho’s lips muffled your next words, as he trapped your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss; you held him tight, and he held you tighter in return.
It was probably the messiest kiss the two of you have ever shared, your lips chased each other between giggles and few tears of happiness, but it was definitely perfect. Matching your messy kiss, the both of you managed to walk towards the bed with uncoordinated steps, falling on the bed in tangled limbs.
«Wait.» you interrupted the trail of kisses Minho was leaving on your neck. «The girl?»
Minho answered with an innocent smile, hovering above you. «She’s Felix’s date.»
«What?! Why did she come with you?» you shrieked, and Minho affectionately kissed your nose.
«He asked me to pick her up, she lives next to me.» he explained, and you sighed, both in realization and both due to Minho harshly biting and sucking on your neck.
«That fucking little Aussie, I’m going to-» you whimpered, as Minho pressed his crotch against yours while lifting your leg by pressing his hand under your bare thigh, «No, I actually owe him.»
«Love,» Minho’s hand travelled under your skirt, which was now pooling around your waist. His nails lightly scratched your inner thighs, before massaging your clit over your panties. «Could you please stop rambling about Felix when we’re about to fuck in one of Jisung’s super expensive bedsheets?» he empathised his sentence by harshly flicking over it, making you whimper in response.
As he promised, you and Minho had sex in Jisung’s silk sheets. Compared to the other times, Minho’s thrusts would were slow and gentle, brushing over your sweet spot with every deep stroke. He kept mumbling your name, mixed with a streak of heart-warming “I love you” and infinite other praises, confessions whispered against your lips as if he was talking about secrets no one else should have heard, despite the bed creaking and occasionally hitting the wall – luckily Jisung had an habit to keep the volume of the juke box insanely high, so you’d doubt anyone heard.
For the first time, you came at the same time, squeezing your intertwined fingers as the sensation of the orgasm spreaded through your bodies, and your lips locked together in a kiss.
«How do we act now? Like, we start counting from today like it’s our first day as a couple, or we act like we sorted our shit out from the beginning?» Minho mumbled into thin air, once you were cuddling, relaxing on Jisung’s soft mattress.
«Your choice, avoiding heartbreak was enough for me.» you sighed, enjoying this moment so much you didn’t want to go back downstairs.
Minho shuffled to look at the clock, still keeping you in his hold. «Well, then. It’s 00.15, and it’s literally our sixth months anniversary.»
«You owe me 25 bucks.» Felix told Changbin as soon as you and Minho joined the boys once again, his palm flat towards the boy. However, the money never got into Felix’s outstretched hand.
«I’m gonna take this,» Jisung said, snatching the green banknote from Changbin’s hand. «As a compensation for the maid who’s gonna clean up that room tomorrow.»
You blushed furiously, wondering if what gave it off was your matching messy hair or the fresh hickeys covering your neck, but Minho brushed it off with a laugh, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.
«Tell her to check the door.» Minho joked, and you were pretty positive he added a wink at the end of the sentence.
Jisung’s eyes shifted between the two of you, a sigh escaping his lips «I wonder if you’ll ever stop venting the horny side of your youth in my house.»
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Any advice for women questioning if they might be bi?
This is an interesting question that I'm not quite sure how to answer. I thought I might tell you what my own experience in figuring out my sexuality was like, but I might have a bit of a weird story since understanding my attraction to men was actually more difficult than my attraction to women. This is stupid long and a bit navel gazey (walking down memory lane since I'm currently staying at my mom's place in my hometown). If you want to skip to the TLDR section at the bottom, I put the advice that came to me while writing this there. I hope it helps a bit, but if not, maybe others might want to add their own advice for anon in the replies?
I grew up in a smaller Alberta city that leaned conservative, but I was lucky enough to have open-minded and accepting parents who were pro gay rights. I went to catholic school (for french immersion lol), and before I even had the awareness that same sex attracted people existed, my elementary school friend group ostracized me, they said they thought I was a lesbian because I liked dinosaurs and roughhousing too much.
I was very confused until I was about 12 and learned that women could indeed be attracted to and have relationships with other women; that's when the understanding hit that there was a reason I felt differently about certain girls than I did about my other girl friends. Why I loved to sit next to them and stare at each individual feature of their faces when they talked, why I treasured the chihuahua webkinz Cristina from the bus gave me for christmas so much (I bought her a pack of lip smacker lip balm, this is so nostalgic lol), why I often gave Julia from my soccer team a playful shove if only to touch her for just a second. Now I knew what I was feeling. The problem was, aren't girls supposed to like boys? My peers would talk about how hot this one was and how they wanted that one's number; I just didn't get it. Boys were all just kind of weird and gross and scary to me.
In the next couple years I read more about lesbian gay and bisexual history and culture, learned that it wasn't wrong for me to love women but that many people wouldn't accept that. In high school (catholic high school!), if people asked, I answered truthfully, and it didn't make me popular. This is basically the reason I absolutely hate the word Queer; I had that word spat at the back of my head in the hallways by the grease ape hockey players who joked about "drinking beers and hitting queers". I had my share of crushes but didn't dare act on them. It frankly sucked, but I still made some friends.
(Funny tangent here: I had made a couple of new friends who were kind of in the 'cool bad girls' clique but didn't know my reputation. At lunch one day they stole my phone and as a prank they texted my mom "I have something to tell you... I like women" and she answered "you already told me that??" LMAOOO my mom felt so bad but like I told her, how was she supposed to know? anyway those girls didn't hang out with me much after that.)
Later on, I tried harder to fit in at school. I wore a lot of makeup and had a boyfriend for a couple months, which only confused me further. He asked me out and he was considered desirable and he was nice and didn't make fun of me, so I said yes. I used to set an alarm on my phone when I was at his place and pretended my mom was calling me and I had to leave. That scene at the start of But I'm a Cheerleader where Megan is just sitting there letting her boyfriend make out with her while she waits for it to be over, it really resonated with me when I watched it the first time lol. When he started hinting he wanted to have sex and put my hand on his boner through his pants, I couldn't take it anymore and ended it. I began to think I just wasn't into men at all. I kind of ignored them after that.
After a tumultuous almost-relationship with another girl who got then scared into claiming she was straight again by the homophobia at school and her religious mother (and then we weren't allowed to be each other's grad partners even as platonic friends), I had my first girlfriend after I graduated high school (we're still friends although she's fully into the theythem sphere now). She moved to another province and I discovered I'm not the type of person who can handle long distance relationships, so that was the end of that.
Finally in college, where people usually have their same-sex experimentation phase, I instead discovered that I am indeed attracted to men, I guess it just took me a while to find the ones who did it for me. A coworker turned close friend turned FWB turned long-term boyfriend confirmed that for sure. It was a whirlwind of self discovery but I was glad to have finally figured out what I was questioning for so long. So at the age of 19, I became as sure as I am now that I am not gay, not straight, but bisexual. I don't know if the kinsey scale thing is bullshit or not but I'd say I sit at about a 4. Things sort of fell into place for me eventually, which I think was lucky for me and I'm grateful for it.
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I knew I was attracted to women from my early teens on, didn't figure out if I liked men until college years.
So if you're still with me, that's why I don't exactly know what advice to give you. Honestly, I wrote all of that mostly hoping you might find something relatable in there to build off of. Basically, are you romantically attracted to women, do you want to hold her hands, kiss her deeply, spend all your time with her, be filled with joy when you hear the beautiful sound of her voice, hold her closely until you fall asleep together? and Are you sexually attracted to women, is there a longing in you when you think about touching her body, her breasts, her stomach, her lips, her thighs, her vulva, the sensation of her touching you too? If it's yes to all of the above... yeah you're probably attracted to women.
But if it's yes to only one subset or another, here's the thing: I've seen a ton of straight people online and in my personal life claim they're bi because they're able to tell which individuals of their own sex are conventionally attractive or not. I posted a while ago about my straight male coworker who said "I think the guitarist in my favourite band is hot so I guess I might be queer?" and my other coworkers who immediately jumped in like YES YOU'RE QUEER YOU'RE SO QUEER leaving me like... okay but would you kiss him? Have sex with him? Fall in love with him? Again that's not necessarily your case, just that the lines have been seriously blurred when it comes to sexuality, between this sort of "everyone can be queer" thing and also the ubiquity and oversaturation of porn. Porn warps the shit out of all your mental processes but especially arousal and romantic and sexual bonding. This is how we get those women who talk about how they would fuck women but never have a romantic relationship with her. Porn culture warps their minds into viewing other women as objects from which to derive sexual pleasure, even if their natural orientation is heterosexual.
I guess my number one advice is that if you want to try romance and intimacy with a woman, MAKE SURE you are upfront with the fact that you're questioning your sexuality. There's no shame in questioning, of course. But another user and I were just talking about the large number of curious straight women who go on dating apps and waste the time and crush the spirits of gay and bi women who are just looking for love, not looking to be a litmus test or an experiment. I'm sure there are women out there who would be happy to explore your attraction with you, but also be on the lookout for people looking to take advantage of you and ABSOLUTELY run the other way if it's a het couple looking for a third, holy fuck don't even give those crusties the time of day.
Another piece of advice for you is that no two women are the same. Being attracted to women doesn't mean you'll be attracted to EVERY woman. This is why I'm wary of the types who say "I'm attracted to all women and only some specific men" like that sounds fake as fuck. Bi and gay woman have types and preferences just like straight women do.
All you can really do is keep thinking on it, keep exploring your feelings. It could help to talk it out with other lesbian or bisexual women in your life if you're lucky enough to have them. I wish you the very best but don't stress too much over it either. There's no rush, take your time, be well.
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The flour power of love
Pairing: Steve Harrington x black reader (my blog my rules) gender neutral ? but mention of braids with beads
Summary:baking cinnamon rolls with Steve
Words:1,006
Warning:fluff,language,making out
Disclaimer:never claimed to be a writer 🙅🏾♀️
You had always found solace and joy in baking. There was something undeniably wholesome, calming, and sweet about being able to bring people together with your delectable desserts. The kitchen was your sanctuary, where you could let your creativity flow and create edible masterpieces.
When Steve first saw you in his home economics class, you were seated at the table opposite him, and he couldn't help but be captivated by your presence. Your complexion, radiant and glowing, stood out under the bright fluorescent lights of the classroom. Your hair was styled in beautiful braids with beads that swayed gracefully as you spoke.
You had a remarkable way of expressing yourself, often using your hands to emphasize your words.
From your interactions with others, he assumed you were one of the most endearing people he had ever come across. Kind, funny, and social, you had a magnetic presence that drew people in.
Steve had secretly harbored a crush on you, but he lacked the courage to approach and introduce himself. It wasn't until the summer, when the chaos with the demo dogs and demogorgon unfolded, that he found newfound bravery and became bolder as a person. He mustered up the courage to ask you out to the movies, and to his delight, you two hit it off and started dating.
Now, here you both were, standing in Steve's kitchen, wearing matching aprons as you gathered the necessary ingredients for your baking adventure. With a notepad in hand, you meticulously checked off each item as you retrieved them from Steve's well-stocked cabinets. Your tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, ensuring that everything was in place.
As you scanned the kitchen, your eyes searched for the measuring cups, but they were nowhere to be found. Furrowing your eyebrows, you questioned Steve, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice. He scratched the back of his head, a sheepish expression on his face as he admitted that he didn't have any measuring cups. You couldn't help but feel a bit exasperated, wondering how he planned to bake without such a crucial tool.
Crossing his arms, Steve suggested, "We'll just eyeball it." You let out a sigh, realizing that you would have to rely on your instincts and experience to make the recipe turn out right. Grabbing a large mixing bowl, you began combining the flour, salt, instant yeast, and other dry ingredients. Meanwhile, Steve watched you, captivated by how effortlessly you moved around the kitchen, completely in your element.
"You know, you can help too, Steve," you reminded him, breaking him out of his trance. He quickly jumped off the counter he had been perched on and asked, "What do you want me to do?" You instructed him to start forming the dough, and he eagerly rolled up his sleeves, his hands skillfully working the dough.
Pausing for a moment, you couldn't help but admire the sight of him, his wrists flexing as he rolled the dough over and over. Shaking off your distraction,he reminded you to stay focused. With a playful smile, responding , "Hello, don't forget to do your part." Rolling your eyes, you went to retrieve the dough you had prepared earlier and placed it in a greased bowl, covering it with a clean towel to let it rise for an hour.
As you turned around, you noticed Steve holding a bag of flour in his hand. Your warning was cut short as he playfully launched a clump of white powder at your face, causing it to scatter across your lashes, neck, hair, and even down your shirt.
“Steve…I know damm well you did not just get that flour in my hair”
Your Eyes wide and mouth agape, you stared at Steve, a mix of surprise and sudden amusement on your face. Without a second thought, you lunged at him, both of you engaging in a playful flour fight, chasing each other around the kitchen.
Eventually, you gave up the chase, realizing that you had a task at hand. You went to preheat the oven to the required temperature while Steve watched, still grinning mischievously. Returning to the rolls, you noticed that they had risen perfectly. Carefully, you placed them on a tray and slid them into the oven, the warm and humid air of the kitchen enveloping you both.
While waiting for the rolls to bake and rise, you decided to prepare the frosting. However, Steve had a different idea of how to pass the time. With flour still evident in your hair, you found yourself sitting on the counter, nestled between Steve's legs. Your hands rested on his chest, and your eyes met, sparkling with affection and desire. The anticipation grew as Steve leaned in, his breath quickening, and your lips finally met in a tender, passionate, and slightly messy kiss. Bodies pressed together, you explored each other's tenderness, deepening the kiss as time seemed to stand still.
The setting sun cast a shadow over your intertwined figures, the kitchen filled with the scent of burning rolls. Urgently pulling away, you left a trail of saliva as you broke the kiss, your mind still in a blissful haze. "Steve... we forgot the cinnamon rolls !!," you exclaimed, rushing towards the oven. Opening it, you were met with a cloud of smoke, prompting Steve to open the windows to clear the kitchen.
Disappointed, you dropped the burnt rolls onto the stove, their appearance resembling scones rather than the fluffy treats you had envisioned. Letting out a sigh of defeat, you muttered, "They could've turned out so well frowning ." Steve walked up to you, a smile on his face as he pecked your lips. "Well, even though the dessert didn't work out, at least we have this cute memory to remember," he said, his love for you evident in his eyes.
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