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#but it's not like that anymore. this just feels like a regular saturday. so.
look-at-the-soul · 2 days
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Every little thing you do- Part 3
Tommy Shelby x reader
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A/N: I’m sorry I couldn’t post this past Saturday something came up, so next part will be posted on next Wednesday and so on until I go back to post each Saturday. ♥️ Thank you for reading and engaging in this little idea! It means a lot!
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After listening to the doctor assure her that the baby was fine last week, Y/N had a lot of time to think and digest all the major changes she was about to face. She couldn’t help but stay up at night and cry endlessly on her own, but after a few days Y/N had finally made a decision. It wasn’t easy, but like her grandmother had said, she didn’t have many options.
Polly had also talked to her with her heart on her sleeve. She had assured her that in the end, women did well with or without a man by their side, her own husband passed away after getting too drunk, Tommy’s father wasn’t the best example to lead a family, Y/N knew too well how their relationship ended up, Ada had married Freddy only for him passing away too soon and she had raised Karl on her own.
She was right, but there was a huge difference, regardless of the useless men in their lives, they still had their last name as support. It didn’t mean anything, but legally it granted them more rights than being a single mother. The injuries on her back had been healing, she was now able to wear her regular clothes and even though she still flinched at times from the pain, it felt nice to move around more freely.
At least she had a place to sleep and food to eat, so at the moment she got it covered. She needed to save as much money as she could though, she had to think of the future.
Staring out the window, she noticed Tommy parking outside, so she rushed downstairs.
“Tommy,” Y/N greeted him. He had been to London, but barely stayed for a night. “How was your trip?”
Tommy hesitated for an instant. Under different circumstances he would’ve shared the new business Mr. Churchill had mentioned at their meeting, but he thought Y/N already had enough in her plate to add anymore pressure. He was still deciding how to manage everything with the Russians and until he got clearer instructions he’d try to keep her out of it.
“Good. I still need to go back next week though.” He followed Y/N into the kitchen, placing a small paper bag on the table. “Brought you something.”
Y/N filled two cups of the tea she started earlier and as she was about to take them to the table, Tommy rushed to get them from her hands.
“I can walk around with them, Tom. I’m only pregnant.” Y/N chuckled at his sudden protectiveness.
“Yeah, what if you feel dizzy? You could burn yourself.” He added worryingly.
But Y/N was busy drooling over the bread Tommy brought.
“Well?” Tommy gave her a long look as he added sugar to his tea.
Y/N looked up at Tommy with her mouth full, the bread was so good!
“Oh! Right… I just wanted to ask if you’re still good with the idea of me living in Arrow House? I don’t want this to cause you troubles with someone.” She took a deep breath and stared down at her hands.
Tommy blinked a couple of times in confusion. “Problems with who? What do you mean?”
It was hard to put her feelings into words, the right words as a matter of fact. Lately she had been having lots of big feelings, lots of things to be afraid of…
Y/N moved nervously. “I’ve never been noisy about your personal affairs Tom, and I don’t want to be in the middle in case you’ve a-a you know… a woman in your life.” She admitted, her voice trailing off by the end.
He squinted his eyes, not quite believing what he just heard. Then he started laughing, a loud, genuine laugh. “This is ridiculous, you’ve nothing to worry about.”
Only then, she dared to look at him, to read his expression.
“Is this what’s keeping you from accepting? Y/N, look,” Tommy took a few steps towards her, his hands found their way to her cheeks to make her look at him. “I’m going to help you no matter what. Just tell me if you accept or not, I’ll take care of the rest.”
They have had each others back over the years, and now it wouldn’t be different.
“I do need to ask you for a favor though.” Y/N folded her arms. “I will need that job you offered me as secretary a while ago.”
“But you’re pregnant.” He protested.
She was already shaking her head. “I don’t want your pity or charity, I need to work.”
With a sigh, Tommy found himself nodding in agreement. She was stubborn and wouldn’t stay still for too long.
“Deal. Although if you feel sick…”
“I’ll take it easy, I promise.”
This time, it was Tommy who pulled her in for a hug, grateful because Y/N accepted the help he was offering genuinely.
“What made you change your mind from your initial decision?” He asked with curiosity.
Y/N took a sip of her tea, feeling grateful after noticing her stomach was taking it nicely. “My grandma helped me see it through. This is the most decent offer I’ll probably get.”
“So you’re accepting because it’s your only option?” Tommy teased.
“Shut up.” She shoved him slightly on the shoulder.
She still needed to send a letter to Lady Winchester to let her know she wouldn’t be able to return to work. Until now she had lied and said she got sick and didn’t want to risk her, but she needed to digest this upcoming change first.
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Later that week, Y/N had officially moved into Arrow House. She didn’t own many things other than her clothes that her grandmother managed to take from her house, her hairbrush and a small bag that Polly gave her. So here she was, on her way to an unknown future full of uncertainty, but with a little baby growing inside her. And the incondicional support of the people who were so close to her heart.
Everyone in the Shelby family had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her, offering to help her carry whatever she had on her hands, telling her how they would welcome the baby with a peaky cap and defend her from cruel comments.
Her eyes danced around, she still gasped at the sight of the spacious foyer, the only difference she noticed is that it now had more furniture and different curtains.
“Mary.”
“Good evening Mr. Shelby, may I take your coat?” A maid welcomed them, moving fast to get the coat from him, she then pointed at the briefcase. She even had uniform!
“This is Miss YL/N, she’ll use the guest bedroom I asked you to prepare.” Then he turned to face Y/N. “Mary will help you with everything, please make yourself at home.”
“Nice to meet you.” Y/N admitted with a smile, but deep down she was in shock to see that a maid was practically guessing Tommy’s every move.
“Of course Mr. Shelby.” The maid gave her a subtle look, but didn’t ask any more questions. “Follow me Miss.”
Turning around, Tommy changed his mind. “Actually… Mary take her suitcase upstairs, Y/N come with me.”
Feeling overwhelmed, she followed him, crossing a huge room, Tommy explained her it was his office, he was holding the door open for her to walk in.
“An office! Look at this place… it’s bigger than our kitchen and living room together.” Y/N couldn’t believe this, she took her time to take everything in; the impressive desk, the endless bookshelves -some where still empty-, the fireplace. “You got a painting?!”
Tommy looked down, understanding her surprise. “Is it too much?” Sometimes it all felt surreal to him.
Y/N didn’t think it was her place to point wherever it was or not too much, he could do whatever he pleased with his wealth.
“It’s just I’m not used to all of this.” She shuddered.
There was something different sparkling in his eyes. It was like she was watching the boy with big dreams and killer smile all over again.
“Yeah… me neither.”
Tommy took a long puff of his cigarette, but Y/N wrinkled her nose.
“Are you feeling sick?” He noticed the sounds she made, she was holding her stomach with one hand.
“I think it’s the smell of the cigarette.”
“Shit.” Tommy opened the window and curtains to allow some fresh air to get in and then he stomped his almost untouched cigarette on the ashtray. “Better?”
“Thanks.” She then chuckled. “Sorry I don’t want to be a burden for you.”
“Hey it’s fine, it’s just a cigarette.” He waved at the air to keep the smell from concentrating in the room.
A knock on the door caught their attention, Y/N even jumped in her seat a little.
“Mr. Shelby, dinner will be ready shortly.” Mary announced.
He nodded and asked for a glass of water for Y/N.
“This feels so surreal if you ask me.” She made a funny face that made him laugh.
“I guess I’ll get used to it.”
Pouring some whiskey into the new glassware set he got, he thought about it.
“Look at us.” Y/N said absently, her face moving towards the ceiling. “Who would have thought you’d get a place like this and I’d be expecting a child without a male support.” She rubbed a hand on her still non-existent bump.
Tommy clicked his tongue and gave her an offended look. “What about me?”
“You know what I mean.” She added after noticing his eyes fixed on her.
“How about dinner?” He offered his hand to Y/N. “Let’s see what the chef prepared. Ey?”
Earning another chuckle from Y/N guided her towards the opposite end. A huge table set just for them.
“There’s another painting!” Y/N pointed through gritted teeth.
A huge portrait of Tommy hanged immaculately on the wall. She could barely keep up with the things going on in her life, but it seemed to be surprise after surprise with his own news.
“Just ignore it.” Tommy suggested taking his place at very end, right under the painting. “I needed to spend some money.”
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Rolling her eyes at him, Y/N joined him unsure. “Where should I sit then?”
Patting the place next to him, Tommy stood up. “Right here, next to me.” And he held the chair for her, like a true gentleman. A gesture no one had ever made towards her.
“Are you sure I can’t sleep downstairs? I’ll take me forever to walk down… image how I’ll roll down once I get all heavy?”
The image of her swollen stomach invaded his mind for a second, Tommy stopped with his hand holding the glass midway, until he shook his head a little.
“You always love to exaggerate it, it’s not so big.” He added as come back.
“It’s huge and you know it.” She added just before the maids brought their plates.
Y/N was about to take a bite of her food when she noticed something.
“Tommy.” She whispered, making Tommy lean forward. “Do they have to stay there and stare? This is awkward.”
Tommy laughed freely.
“Mary, would you give us a moment?”
“What if you need-”
“I’ll call you.” He interrupted.
She was surprised to see them following Tommy’s requests in a heartbeat. They were eager to please him in every possible way.
“This is insane, they’re watching your every move.”
Tommy chuckled unsure of what to say, he was still trying to adjust to this new lifestyle, trying to be part of a select club to fit in the upper class.
“Well I’m paying them a ridiculous amount of money.”
“You know what I mean.” She stated smirking.
He did, of course he did.
This was the kind of things people like he and Y/N could only dream a few years ago.
“Just enjoy it, you’ll get used to it.”
He smiled at his friend, understanding her confusion. A major change like that in his life didn’t happen overnight, it took time and a lot of effort to built the fucking empire he now owned. It was about damn time that he started getting a small luxury like that property or the service for the place.
Y/N had to admit the food was delicious, she had never tasted anything better than that meal.
“I’m really proud of you.” She expressed as they finished. “It’s like you made your dreams come true, you made it out of Small Heath not from the back door, you made it through the main gate.”
Tommy swallowed hard, Y/N was the only person that had celebrated with him the small victories just as the big ones. He was lost for words, to realize that she felt proud of him meant more that he could express.
“Would you like dessert?” Mary asked folding her hands.
Turning to face Y/N, Tommy realized the way her eyes sparkled. “Just one for her, please.”
She groaned. “This is going to be a problem, you’re going to make me put on some weight with all of this food.”
“Well you need to feed that baby.” Tommy leaned his elbows on the table.
“You don’t even know how grateful I am to have you in my life, you’re saving our lives.” She touched his arm.
“That’s what friends do.” He chuckled as he saw her mouthwatering expression over the plate.
A few moments later, Tommy walked her towards her bedroom.
“This is insane, a small living room inside my bedroom?!” Y/N couldn’t believe how spacious it was.
“There’s the walk in closet, and this additional wardrobe, the vanity… everything you might need.” He added pacing around, slowly. Hands hiding in his pockets. “I think you will particularly enjoy this.”
He then pointed at the window seat. Y/N gasped in surprise, she hadn’t noticed it.
“Woah… Tommy.”
When she turned around, Tommy noticed the tears in her eyes.
“Hey what’s wrong?” He stepped closer.
“You’re just so good to me, I can’t thank you enough for providing a roof to sleep under.” Y/N sobbed.
Her vulnerability broke him. It tore him apart to realize how hard this was to her. His arms found their way around her immediately.
Emotions coming out in the form of tears.
“Y/N… talk to me.”
“It’s just…sad to see my own family doing this to me. The days I spent at Watery Lane, they never went to ask how I was doing.” A sudden sob interrupted her explanation. “To check if I needed something.”
He didn’t know what to say, her family’s message was clear and he could only imagine how she was feeling.
“But you’ve my family,” he offered rubbing her back, “we’ll be with you every step of the way. Try to forget about it, you need to be calm.” He then took a step back, but kept touching her arm, “Think of your baby.”
That seemed to do the trick, because his words made Y/N smile.
“You’re so right.” Y/N took a deep breath. “Scott made his choice and so did my family. From now on it will be this baby, me, Grandma, you and the Shelby family. That’s all I need.”
A half smile appeared on her face. He knew the process wouldn’t be easy, it’d take her some time to rebuild herself, but she had the determination and courage to carry on with whatever obstacle life decided to make her face.
A flash back ran through Tommy’s mind, he went back to the warehouse and he could still hear Scott’s pleads for his life. The blinders had been playing with him for a while and Tommy took his time. But when he faced him, Scott’s eyes were fully swollen, an ugly lip cut and several bruises all over his face.
“You thought you could fuck off like a rat?! Ey?!” He shouted in his face, yanking his hair so Scott could be face to face with him. “Thought it would fun to mess around with Y/N?”
A twisted smirk appeared on Scott’s lips, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Tommy so he moved his hand back and hit him hard across the face with his fist several times.
“This is for fooling Y/N.” Tommy announced and kicked him.
“And this for not taking responsibility over the baby.” He kicked Scott between his legs this time. “Fucking coward.”
Now, with Scott lying on his back groaning in pain, Tommy stepped over him, holding him by the shirt with one hand. “And this for telling me to fuck off.”
It took three blinders to make Tommy step back, he was determined to finish him. He had to take deep breaths through his mouth from the exertion and adrenaline rush. His heart was pumping so hard and fast against his ribs.
“I want you out of the city and you better never come back. Because next time I’ll fucking kill you.”
End of flashback.
“You’re safe now.” Tommy helped her gently to sit on the edge of the bed. “You can have a new beginning here with your baby. I can assure you, you’ll get everything you need.”
Tommy offered Y/N his handkerchief.
“You deserve everything good in world Tommy.”
She knew that he meant every word, and most importantly, he’d keep his promises.
“Now have some rest, you’ve been through a lot.” He groaned as he stood up.
“At what time should I be at the office?” Y/N asked when her friend reached the door.
“8:00 o’clock,” he winked, “but I’ll drive you. Good night.”
As she thanked her best friend one more time and wished him good night, Y/N stared at the spacious bedroom. It was unbelievable, a dream she was afraid to wake up from.
Her heart still felt heavy for not having her family’s support, but in some way she felt secure and protected under Tommy’s wing.
And for now, that was enough.
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Sex to destress with jjk men? You mentioned it a few times and it got my mind running.
Trust me it got my mind running too.
Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, hickies, sex to destress, mating press, creampie, getting home for work, post-mission adrenaline, frustration
A/N: They can destress me anytime, any day of the week. Except for Saturday's, I always get the most rest then.
YUUJI
Even when he's fucking to let go of the stressful energy he's stil trying to hold back a little. Yuuji never hurts you, even if you ask him to it would make him feel bad so instead what he likes most is marking you, in every place he can get his lips and cock on. One of the things he likes most is giving you a little hickyes on the thigh and then pulling his cock out abruptly, smearing cum over the marked spot while watching you pussy flutter and then go back in.
SUKUNA
He's not even stressed that many times, he uses it as an excuse to go really, really rough with you. Not that he needs one you're already used to taking one cock and then the second on a regular basis. There's a ferocity to him when he comes back from talking with the Sorcerers though, he's more pissed off that they're lecturing him then stressed, but the two can easily overlap and that's why he loves to know you'll gladly be face down on the bed, ready for him when he gets home.
MEGUMI
Tries to keep it a little bit quiet, he doesn't want his teammates and neighbors to hear how he makes you scream and moan. It's selfish, but he loves to be the only one knowing of the sounds you make, just like only you know of this side of him that pushes your front against the wall and can't wait for clothes to come off in order to sick his cock into you. When you needs to orgasm he tells you to stay quiet, keep that voice of your only for him.
GOJO
Is often in too much of a good mood to be stresses this much, him fucking you in the hallway is quite rare. He's shoving his head against your pussy, lapping at you like a madman, gripping your hips not letting you go anywhere until your juices are all over his face. Not yet, he isn't done, he can't be done until he sees his cum dripping from your pussy like a waterfall. He holds you up, this position letting his cock hit as deep as it can go in you.
NANAMI
Most people wouldn't think it because he's keeping his emotions in check but in reality he's stressed almost every day about something or someone. So almost every day he has to fuck his stress away otherwise he's getting more and more irritated every day and it makes him lose sleep. It's not odd to wake up to him coming home at night and spreading your legs to make room for his cock. He won't be able to calm down until he makes you come.
GETO
He's actually not that stressed often but you can be so that in turn stresses him out. It's pretty much always mutual when you fuck the stress out of each other. The only time when he lets you be on top for the most of the night is when he know he needs his cock bad. He doesn't mind it if his cum gets all over his abs while you're doing it, there's many ways to get cleaned up afterwards.
TOJI
If he's stressed you're not getting off his dick for hours. If you behave like a brat and try to run, shaky as your legs are, he admires that but you won't get away from him. He'll fold you in half over any and every surface in the house and fuck you until you're a puddle on the floor. And if you think he'll stop there you're dead wrong, if your pussy can't take anymore he'll straddle you and fuck your throat instead until you choke on his dick.
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yoongiofmine · 15 days
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LY: Love You Better | JJK | Three
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Pair: Idol!Jungkook x Playmate!reader
Summary: Jungkook never wanted a playmate of his own before. While living a busy life, touring the world, being one of the top kpop idols alongside his Bangtan hyungs, he had everything he could possibly need. But now that responsibilities call and his brothers are starting to focus on their solo careers before eventually enlisting one by one, Jungkook feels lonely. Maybe hiring a companion to take care of his needs and fill in the empty space in his life isn’t such a bad idea anymore…
Chapter warnings: Make sure to keep some water on you because this is too damn sweet 
WC: 2.5K
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Whatever reservation Jungkook had about hiring a playmate or having you living in his house went down the drain the more the days passed. He realized soon enough that you really were as easy going as your first interview made you out to be, and you were extremely good at your job. 
To the point where Jungkook forgot you were doing a job most of the time. 
It’s been almost a week since you officially moved in with him and Bam, and it felt like you had always been there, that’s how well you matched with each other. Days by your side weren’t much different from Jungkook’s regular days, but his home and his life just felt so much fuller now. 
You’d go with him everywhere, which he liked. From late night runs to the seven eleven in the neighborhood, walks around the block with his dog, or even when he had to go into HYBE for meetings about his solo projects and schedules or to see one of his members. 
During the weekends you had days off, so you went to your own apartment and Jungkook dropped you off saturday morning and picked you back up on the following monday. You lived in a dorm building owned by your playmate agency, sharing the home with a roommate, explaining to him why you couldn’t exactly invite him in. 
But Jungkook wasn’t that clingy, he already had you five days out of seven, he could be without your presence on the weekends. 
“Yn? Are you coming?” Jungkook called you from the bottom of the stairs, zipping up his oversized windbreaker on top of his long sleeve shirt. 
“No, I’m not.” your arms were crossed to your chest as you pouted and practically stomped your way down the stairs. 
“Really?” he cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he looked you over. “Could have fooled me.” 
Today you were wearing black jeans ripped at the thighs, and a light gray sweater that almost swallowed you whole, hiding half of your hands in sweater paws. You were just too damn cute, even when you were scowling. 
Not only was Jungkook more and more comfortable around you as the days passed, his undeniable crush on you also grew exponentially, turning into full blown attraction faster than he anticipated. 
It wasn’t really his fault, if anything he blamed Hoseok hyung and Yuna noona for introducing the two of you. You were the personification of everything Jungkook wanted in a girl, as if you had been created in a lab to check every box and every request that he added to his written file. 
Jungkook had to remind himself that half of it probably wasn’t real, otherwise he’d be in big fucking trouble. 
“You are a mean man, Jungkookie.” you finished as you finally reached the bottom of the stairs, making him chuckle to himself at the use of his nickname. 
“Don’t pout now, he’ll be back soon.” he told you, reaching to cup your cheek and smooth the lines between your brows with his thumb. He felt the heat under his palm. “We can go get something to eat after we drop him off, if you’d like?” 
Your eyes twitched, then narrowed. “Bribing me with food won’t always work, I hope you know.” 
“Will it work this time?” Jungkook’s eyebrow raised once more. 
“Depends on what we’re having.” you challenged. 
“We can have whatever you want.” he offered, watching your fake scowl turn into a pretty smile.
“Okay, let’s go.” 
Jungkook shook his head at how easy it was for you to be bribed with food, something you both had in common. As you tied your sneakers after putting them on, Jungkook connected Bam’s leash to his collar, the poor dog had no idea you weren’t going on a walk, but he was being dropped off at the facility again. 
At least Bam really liked the place and its workers, always being really happy when arriving there; something Jungkook hoped would quiet your worries as you weren’t happy about sending his dog away. 
You and Bam also grew closer by the day, the dog liked your gentle nature and oftentimes fell asleep with his head on your lap as you gave him scratches. If Jungkook wished it was him instead, that was his business alone. 
“Let’s go, Bamie.” you called the puppy as you opened the front door, hoisting your small purse over your shoulder. “Come on, Jungkookie.” 
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” 
Jungkook was right behind you, taking his car keys from his pocket after locking his home. The beeping allerted you that his car was unlocked and you opened the backseat so that Bam could hop inside. The idol tried not to stare and you bent over to lock Bam’s safety belt, but the heavy sweater fell over your curves so nicely that he could perfectly see the outline of your waist and ass. 
Once you were both inside his vehicle and you put on your own seatbelt, you asked: 
“Now that Bamie won’t be riding with us anymore, can we have a go on your motorcycle sometime?” 
“Yeah, I can buy an extra helmet for you.” Jungkook easily agreed. 
“Oh, well, I don’t want to give you any trouble…” 
“It’s no trouble, doll.” he assured you, turning the car on and watching through the rearview mirror as the gate opened. “In fact, riding my bike with you is something I wanted to do for a while.” 
“Doll?” 
Jungkook’s heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the term of endearment he had for you in his head was actually spoken out loud. He looked to the side, to you, worried about what he might find in your face. 
You had a tiny smile on your glossed lips, eyes small like crescent moons. 
Instead of backtracking, Jungkook decided to not let things get awkward for once in his life. 
“Yeah, cause you’re tiny and cute.” he nodded, putting his car in reverse to get out of the garage. “Is that okay?” 
Your initial reply was the mix between a snort and a laugh. “Yeah, but I’m not tiny. You’re just big.” 
“You’re shorter than the other two girls your agency sent me.” his matter of factly tone made you snort again. 
“I didn’t read size kink on your files, Kook.” you pointed out and Jungkook couldn’t stop the flush to creep up his neck as he waited to make sure his gate was closed before driving off. 
“I didn’t put everything I’m into in those files.” 
“I thought as much.” you continued, looking at Jungkook’s profile as he drove, instead of looking at the views outside. After his questioning hum, you carried on: “I don’t know, your file felt a little vanilla.”
“And you don’t think I like vanilla?” the man’s brain was a second away from short circuiting as he didn’t think this subject would be the background of your drive. 
“Maybe I’m wrong.” you shrugged. “But looking like you do, I would expect something a little more wild.” 
“Wild?” Jungkook parroted, amused to say the least. “I don’t know, doll, I might disappoint you.” 
“You can’t say that while smirking!” you giggled, proof you were still staring at him. 
Telling you all of the things he was actually into was out of question, as he didn’t trust his own body to behave while he did so. For now, he turned the radio on and let you pick a radio station to listen to as he drove the familiar way to Bam’s training center. 
After dropping his puppy off, and after the many promises that he’d be back home soon, you finally told him what you wanted to eat: 
Convenience store ramen. 
Which led Jungkook to ask if you wanted to make some at a 24/7 ramen shop and eat it by the river. You agreed instantly, so he drove across town to one of his favorite spots. 
The shop was tiny and had no workers, so the two of you had complete freedom to put together your own ramen with a variety of toppings, flavors and brands to pick from. You added eggs, kimchi and green onions to yours, while Jungkook went for the traditional a little bit of everything. 
“Are you sure this is okay?” you were asking him as you crossed the street after leaving the ramen shop, passing the sidewalk to step onto the grass of the park at the bank of the Han. “Won’t people recognize you?” 
“Maybe, but it’s fine. Usually I’m able to blend in.” 
Groups of friends and couples were sitting scattered around the area, watching the sky darken as the sun was almost completely gone. Jungkook knew he had to be careful in certain settings, he’d never go to a mall, for instance, without his bodyguards, but this was okay. 
The weather was a little on the colder side, which meant not many people were out and about, and the shadows cast by the approaching night meant it would be a little harder for him to be recognized. 
Besides, now that his group was doing their own thing and living their lives, ARMY were pretty respectful and kept their distance most of the time. 
You picked a spot to sit in an area further away from the more rowdy college student groups, settling on the grass so you could enjoy your hot meals. 
“Are you from around here?” Jungkook was the first to break the silence, opening the foil lid on his ramen bowl. 
“No, my family lives a little up north, but it’s just an hour away.” you told him as you folded your legs in criss-cross. 
“Oh, then it’s not far at all.”
“Nope. It’s the only reason why my parents let me move out into the big city when I was nineteen.” you weren’t looking at him when you said it, unwrapping a pair of disposable chopsticks and giving it to Jungkook. “Wanted to be an actress, how clichê is that?” 
Jungkook could definitely see you being the lead love interest on a coming of age drama, you were definitely pretty enough for that. 
“How did you go from wanting to act to becoming a playmate?” Jungkook asked you while using his chopsticks to break his egg and mix it in with the noodles. 
“It’s not that different, if you think about it. Both involve playing a part.” you shrugged naturally, doing the same with your egg and blowing into the bowl as steam came out. “Being a playmate means I need to change parts of myself and pretend to be something I’m not in order to fit in with what my clients want.”
He could see that it made perfect sense. But your words still planted a little self-doubt seed deep in his heart, making him wonder if what you shared with him, who you were around him, was nothing but a crafted version of who he wanted you to be. 
“Must be tiring. Pretending to be something you’re not all the time.” his tone was slightly bitter, but he covered it with a long slurp of his food. At least he tried to.
“It is. Which is why I never say yes to living with someone that I’d need to change much about who I am.” you explained, looking directly at Jungkook, nothing but truth in your warm eyes. “I could never do it all the time.”
Jungkook’s own mouth got away from him at times, so he asked: “Is there anything that you show me that isn’t real?”
“Oh, yeah.” you nodded mid chew, swallowing before continuing: “I hate dogs.”
The boy laughed out loud at that, head falling back and almost choking on a piece of tofu. “Yeah right, you like Bam better than me.”
“Not completely true, I think you’re both equally cute and sweet.”
“Jesus, thanks, doll.” 
Jungkook was snorting, shaking his head and making his hair drape over his eyes. You giggled between slurps of your dinner, pushing him lightly with your elbow as you asked:
“What?!” 
“That’s exactly what a guy wants to hear from a girl he’s attracted to, that he’s cute and sweet.” he was well aware of the slight pout in his lips and the satoori on his whine. 
“What’s wrong with being cute and sweet?!” you giggled again, all high pitched and adorable. “Those are perfectly good adjectives!”
“Nah, nah, it’s fine.”
“Alright, what would you want me to call you?” you rolled your eyes while your lips were pulled up at the corners. 
“Fuck no, I’m not taking your pitty adjectives.” he denied, eyes squinted as he pushed his hair away from his face. Jungkook should really do something about his bangs soon. 
“Jungkook.”
You called, but he didn’t answer, stuffing his mouth with the delicious food. 
“Jungkookie.” 
You tried again, placing your half eaten dinner on the grass in front of you.
“Kookie.”
One more attempt, this time paired with your small hand reaching for his bicep –which he flexed, obviously–.
“Kook.” you sounded softer this time, almost hesitant, so he looked at you. 
“Mmhmm?”
“You’re not just cute and sweet.” you reasoned, hand very much holding onto his arm. “I also think you’re handsome. I like the way you smell. And your tattoos are really cool. Your muscles are hot.”
“Okay, thanks–” Jungkook let out a small laugh, face flushing as he clearly didn’t think it through, never knowing how to respond to compliments. 
“And I’m attracted to you, too.” 
The admittance came out so easily that air left Jungkook’s lungs, but it took him a while to drag some back in. He also didn’t know how to answer that, simply smiling into his bowl. 
You didn’t let the mood turn heavy, hand leaving his arm to pick up your own dinner again so you could finish it off. The two of you ate the rest of it in comfortable silence, occasionally pointing out cute dogs or funny children walking by. 
Once the ramens were done, you got up to throw the empty containers on a trashcan nearby, coming back to sit next to him again, slightly closer than before. 
“Do you want to go back home?” you asked, pulling your sleeves over your hands to keep the chill away. 
“I’m so full right now I might sleep behind the wheel.” Jungkook hid a yawn behind his hands and rubbed his eyes. “But if you’re too cold, we can.” 
With a giggle, you offered: “Want to take a little nap?” 
“That– sounds like a terrible idea.” 
“Oh, come on, just lay your head here.” you patted your thigh in invitation, dragging Jungkook’s eyes down. “Just for a few minutes, to avoid our impending deaths.” 
Jungkook wouldn’t actually fall asleep while driving, but he wouldn’t deny your offering either. The grass felt a little cold on his side as he laid down, but your leg felt warm under his cheek. As soon as he got comfortable, you started to run your gentle fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp. 
It was so relaxing, and you were so careful not to pull on any strands that Jungkook could fall asleep for real. 
If only he could control his heart from going a little crazy in his chest and his mind didn’t run miles a minute with thoughts of you. 
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A/N: Can you tell what's coming next?? 🥵
Sorry about the taglist, Tumblr still isn't letting me tag people. If anyone knows why that could be, please let me know!
For nowwwwww, reblog to give Bam a treat! 🐶🍪
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webslingingslasher · 2 months
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hi!! can I request frat tasm!peter being sad/disappointed about reader not calling him petey anymore but he's trying to play it cool lol
like reader would come up to him like "hey pete what's up" and he'd immediately notice but he doesn't wanna let it show that he cares so he'd be like "you're acting weird" or something and reading asking him what the hell that means and he goes "haven't called me anything other than petey in a while" tryna brush it off lol and reader instantly knows where he's going but decides to play dumb like "yeah well you told me you didn't like it when i called you that" and peter wants to DIE cause he doesn't wanna admit that he actually kind of likes it and it's just endless teasing and maybe a flustered peter lol
this got extremely long lol im sorry feel totally free to ignore this if you don't wanna write it!! I love your writing <3 have a great day!
*cleaning out my inbox- this is regular frat!peter, however you invision him.*
'hi, peter!'
not that he's counting, but it's been four days since you called him petey and at this point he swears you're upset about something, you just won't tell him what yet.
'hi, trouble.' his kiss must be lacking, your thumb rubs over his bottom lip and you show a small frown. 'what's wrong?'
'nothing,' it's spoken into your skin. you don't believe him, you try again, peter's better this time around. 'your kisses feel sad.' okay, maybe not.
'i'm not sad, you're the one being weird.' you tie around him for a hug, he gladly copies you. 'i'm not being weird, you're being weird.' peter hums, you feel his chest vibrate.
'sorry. i think you're mad at me and you won't tell me why.' you have to be, it's the only reason you've been holding back your favorite name.
'i'm not mad at you. why do you think i'm mad?' peter's tapping his fingertips down the middle of your back, he doesn't know how to say it without sounding like a baby.
'i don't know. you've just been a little less affectionate than normal.'
you try to think back, you don't think you have. you had lunch with him almost everyday and wrapped your arm around his at the table, and kissed his cheek almost every ten minutes. and you almost had to beg him to ditch the party to come cuddle with you on saturday. 
and you're currently in a hug with no time expiration. you don't know how you could be more affectionate.
'have i?' you're looking at him for answers because you have none.
'yeah.' you can't fix it if he won't tell you. you poke his side, then tether your arm back around him. 'you gotta tell me how.'
'you just...' peter's so glad you're in a hug and have your head turned, because you can't see the blush he's feeling. 'you haven't called me petey in awhile.'
you feel your heart burst open. he loves it just as much as you do.
'you told me you didn't like it.'
peter knows what he said. it's just not what he meant.
'it doesn't matter if i like or not, i got used to it.'
you take a few seconds to think about it, it doesn't mean you can't have fun. 'if i start calling you petey again you can't give me sad kisses.' peter washes his hands over your back, you melt in further.
'if you started calling me petey again i would have no reason to give you sad kisses.' boom. he said it and he really wasn't thinking, you push him away and look up with shining eyes.
'you really do like it!' a gasp, you reach for his face- you reach for his pink cheeks. peter grabs your hands, 'no. leave me alone.' you bat him off and try again, he lets you.
peter blushes harder when you coo. 'you're my handsome petey.' his eyes close, 'trouble.'
'yes, petey? i'm all ears for my petey.'
my petey. he really likes that. it shows on his face, he swears he's about to start sweating. 'you know what you are?' it's not rhetorical, you're waiting for him to ask.
peter peeks an eye open, he's never seen you so infatuated. 'what am i?' you place a kiss to each cheek, 'you're my petey pie.' a whine follows, 'no, i'm not. i'm not a pie.'
'you are. you're my petey pie and you're so, so sweet.'
it's been a nonstop blush. you're loving this. 'guess what flavor you are,' you tell him before he can ruin it. 'strawberry.'
peter claws your hands off. 'okay, it's done. we're over this, now.' you won't let him escape without another kiss. 'sure thing, petey.' 
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eat-limes-bitches · 11 days
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Take A Chance
PAIRING: Female Reader x  Bucky Barnes
SUMMARY:  Who knew one look could calm the raging storm of his mind.
SONG Be Brave by Owl City
WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self-loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Fluff!!!
Word Count: 1212
A/N: Hi! Here is the 2nd part! Sorry, it took so long! If you haven't read the first part yet you can click HERE to read it first, but you don't have to, you can read this as a stand-alone. I've already started part 3 so be on the lookout for that!
Enjoy! <3
Divider by Rookthorne
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Bucky stood outside Joe’s coffee shop a little before nine, fiddling with the bouquet in his hands, tracing his eyes over the colored petals. He had asked the little old lady at the flower shop what would be best. She had looked him over thoughtfully before producing the bouquet with a smile, shooing him off insiting he not pay, as he was a regular there and had never bought flowers for a special someone before. He stuck the cash he intended to pay her in the tip jar and shuffled out the door and over to Joe’s where he was now standing. 
Was this too old-fashioned? Do girls even like flowers anymore? What if she doesn’t even show up? I’ll look like an idiot.
He began to question himself, starting to become nervous. He rubbed a gloved hand over his thigh as he began to spiral, but a sweet voice pulled him out of it before he descended too far into madness. 
“Hi, Bucky!”
Bucky froze and turned around to look at the speaker. Sure enough, there was the woman from the movie theater the night before. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes bright and warm, chasing off the chill of the January air. Bucky shook his head and cleared his throat,
“Oh! Um- Hi, Y/n.” He offered her an awkward smile as he handed her the bouquet, “These are for you.”
She gingerly took the flowers from him, eyes wide as she looked at them before shifting her gaze up to his. The longer she stayed silent, the more dread he felt building up in his stomach. 
“I-I’m sorry, it was probably stupid and old-fashioned but my ma woulda killed me if she knew I went to meet a pretty girl without flowers a-and I didn’t know what to get so the lady at the store told me-”
His rambling was cut off when Y/n waved her hand. 
“No! I love them! It’s just, no one has ever bought me flowers before.” She said shyly, looking down at her boots. Now it was Bucky’s turn to be surprised, how had no one ever bought her flowers, he would never understand. He made a silent vow to himself to buy her as many flowers as he could. 
“Oh, well, I’m glad you like them.” He said softly, the corner of his lips turning up in a small but genuine smile as he motioned to the coffee shop. “Shall we?” Y/n smiled and nodded and the pair made their way into the shop. As soon as Bucky opened the door, a sense of comfort washed over him along with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. The pair shuffled inside and up to the counter.  The kid who worked behind the counter on Saturdays came over and took their orders, saying that he would be bringing it over to their table shortly. Bucky motioned for Y/n to pick a seat and she picked the booth in the back of the shop. 
“I hope you don’t mind,” She said as Bucky began to sit down, “I like to be able to see everything, makes me feel a little more at ease.”
Bucky smiled, he didn’t mind at all, in fact, he felt much more comfortable at the back of the shop. He was no longer the Winter Soldier but some of those habits are hard to break, like making note of every exit and entrance of a place, keeping a head count on everyone that entered and left, double locking doors, and many other little tics. 
“No, this is fine,” he said with a smile, “This is my usual booth.”
She smiled brightly at him and seemed to relax a bit before asking, “So do you come here often?” 
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about his response, trying to decide how to say it without giving away who he was all at once. 
“Uh yeah, a friend of mine brought me here when I was trying to find myself after coming back from a hard time in life.” He internally cringed at his explanation gauging Y/n’s reaction as she thought about his words. She gave him a soft smile and nodded before she spoke;
“Yeah, Steve was a great guy like that, I’m sure it’s been hard on you since he left.” Bucky felt his blood run cold Shit, she does know who I am, she thinks I’m a monster. How does she know Steve? Is she from HYDRA? I knew this was too good to be true, no one would ever want someone like me. His thoughts began to spiral out of control until Y/n tapped on the table to get him to look at her. She gave him a sheepish smile;
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have dropped that on you like that. It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sure you think I’m a spy or something but I promise you I’m not. I was neighbors with Steve for a time. He spoke very fondly of you, even after all of the fighting and horrible things that happened to you and I’m sorry about that. No one deserves what you went through.”
Her words were soft and gentle as if she were talking to a frightened animal. Bucky blinked in surprise, staying quiet for a few moments before speaking again,
“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Her rasped out.
She gave him a sad smile as she placed her hand on top of his, “You’re not a monster. You’re a mirror, a thing that shows the reflection of the real monsters, with the cracks to prove that you lived through it. There is good in you, there always has been. It was the one thing in this century Steve was 100 percent certain of. I trust him and his judgment. I don’t care what anyone else says.”
These words triggered some sort of visceral response in Bucky. His racing heart slowed down, breathing coming back to normal levels, and his thoughts, for the first time in a while, stilled. The incessant hurricane of toxic thoughts and poisonous memories dissolved, leaving clear skies instead, something so beautiful it almost brought tears to his eyes. He looked down at the table and took her hand in his, looking back up with a soft smile. 
Y/n gave His hand a gentle squeeze. She knew what he was trying to say, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know what it was. Their orders were brought out and so they shared small talk, which seemed to come so easily but he was taking little notes of each of her responses, not wanting to forget a single detail.
Favorite color? Bue, but not bright blue. Soft, like worn denim.
Dogs or cats? Both are great, but she currently has a dog.
Favorite time of day? Early evening. The world starts to darken and you can just see the stars poking through the colors of the sky.
The longer they talked, the more the storm was tamed in Bucky’s mind and he realized that he could get used to this kind of peace that he hadn’t known in a long time, only if she was there with him.
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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years
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Hi could you do an angsty one shot where Eddie cheats on the reader? Or when the reader thinks he’s cheated and they argue? Whatever you feel like, thanks 😊
think this is my fav angst i've written so far, thanks for the request
infidelity / eddie munson
part two
cw: cheating/thoughts of cheating, cursing, overall just a lot of angst and tears
sometimes it's hard to know what you want.
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eddie never meant to make meeting with chrissy cunningham a regular thing. but she was a really sweet girl who was struggling and eddie always had to be a savior. so when she kept asking to meet him during lunch out in the woods, he kept going. and eventually, he began asking her to meet him and before he knew it they were hanging out there most days of the week and hiding it from everyone. even you. 
at first you didn’t notice and frankly didn’t care. you weren’t obsessive over eddie because you were confident in his love for you. at least you thought you were. he kept disappearing though and he wouldn’t give you an answer. if he did he lied, which was stupid because he was so easy for you to read. it just didn’t make sense. so, you decided to skip fifth period and see just where he kept disappearing to during his lunch hour. lucas had admitted to you that he wasn’t at lunch much anymore, but was secretive of where he was going. the boys had all assumed he was meeting you. 
so there you were, stood behind the bleachers as you watched eddie stand near the entrance of the woods while looking around for someone expectantly. what you didn’t expect was to see chrissy cunningham running up to meet him. you didn’t freak out, you knew eddie was the only one in school who sold drugs and who were you to judge if people needed them or not? but then he held open his arms, engulfing the giggling blonde in a tight hug. you felt a sharp pain in your heart as you watched him guide her into the woods, arm slung across her shoulder as she wrapped one around his back.
you debated running after them and confronting them, but you were smarter than that. running up at them a screaming and crying mess would get you nowhere. you needed evidence. so, you acted as though nothing was wrong when eddie came up to you after school and gave you a kiss as he did everyday. but you couldn’t help but wonder if those lips had been against someone else’s. 
“so, uh, i think we need a date night. what do you say the movies? friday night? they’re replaying nightmare on elm street since the new one’s coming out in a month or so, i know you love that movie,” you ask with a smile. eddie’s smile falters and he gulps nervously. 
he scratches the back of his neck, hoping he doesn’t seem like he’s lying. “i’d love to, baby, but i’m supposed to hang out with gareth and the guys. saturday though?” he asks with a fake smile. you didn’t want him to know you had caught on.
you pulled away from him and nodded. “yeah, saturday, i’ll call you about times?” you say. he nods and smiles. “alright, i’m gonna head home,” you say, holding the strap of your bag tightly.
“you don’t want to come to hellfire?” he asked confused. you almost always came to watch. 
you shook your head no. “nah, i’m not feeling too good,” you shrugged.
eddie frowned. “oh, well, go rest and get better, okay? maybe i’ll stop by later,” he says stepping back up to you. “i love you, babe,” he says and it hurt so much more than it ever has. you couldn’t shake what you'd seen today, and how did you know he even meant it anymore? he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you nodded, turning and heading to your car as tears stung your eyes. 
it was currently wednesday, so you planned on interrogating one of eddie’s minions that wouldn’t crack if eddie were to question him. so that’s how you ended up at hard-headed mike wheeler’s house at 9 o’clock on a wednesday night. to say he was shocked to see you sitting on his bed in his dirty bedroom would be an understatement. “y/n?” he asks, looking back at nancy who just shrugged and went to her own room. 
“hey, mike,” you said hoarsely, not bothering to try and hide you’ve been crying. 
mike looks at you in confusion before slowly closing his door and dropping his bag. “not trying to be rude, but why are you here? in my bed… and crying?” he asks cautiously approaching you.
“just know if you tell anyone what we talk about in here i will chop your tiny dick off,” you say aggressively pointing at him.
“my dick isn’t- nevermind. yeah, i won’t tell anyone. to be honest, y/n you’re kind of scary,” he says, cautiously sitting on his own bed across from you. “now, can you please tell me what’s going on?” he asks.
you sigh, wiping a tear from your eye. “i think eddie’s cheating on me,” you spoke quietly.
mike’s jaw dropped. “no way,” he says causing you to give him a look. “i-i mean, he’s like obsessed with you, he talks about you like all the time. even refers to you as his princess, it’s kind of weird honestly…” mike continues. 
“but has it been the same recently? have you noticed a change in, i don’t know, the past month i think?” you ask, chewing on your nails.
mike thought back and he hated to say it, but he did. “y/n… do you really think he has the ability to cheat on you?” he asks, struggling to believe it.
“so you have noticed something,” you observe, feeling as though you may throw up. 
mike bit his lip and looked away. “he just, doesn’t talk as much about you. i just thought maybe since you’ve been together so long that he didn’t feel like he needed to? in the beginning he was worried about us hitting on you, on his bullshit about how we couldn’t look at you in the wrong way and so on but obviously we caught on quickly. he also misses lunch like a lot, we figured he was with you but lucas said that wasn’t it. i know he sells, but he doesn’t get that much business,” mike explains. a couple tears fall from your eyes and mike feels awkward but just looks down at his hands. 
“he’s been going to the woods behind the football field, with chrissy cunningham. i saw them today,” you said brokenly.
mike furrows his eyebrows. “chrissy cunningham? you’re sure, like, jason’s girlfriend?” he asks and you nod. “holy shit…” he mutters. 
“i asked him to hangout friday, they’re playing nightmare on elm and it’s like his favorite movie. but he said he’s hanging out with gareth. can you find out if that’s true? maybe ask what everyone’s doing and get back to me?” you ask. mike chewed on his lip as he thought. he didn’t want to betray eddie, but if he was cheating…
if eddie was like a male parental figure for the guys, you were definitely like a mother. you always gave the boys rides home if they needed it, you’d bought them pizza, and even tried helping them get girls. “yeah, i’ll ask tomorrow at lunch. it’s hot dog day, for some reason he thinks they’re amazing,” mike comments causing you to laugh. it was true, eddie for some reason loved those nasty ass hot dogs. 
so the next day at lunch, mike did just that. he was normally shit at being subtle, but luckily dustin first brought up the topic of weekend plans. almost everyone had answered except eddie. “so, eddie. what about you? doing anything tomorrow or the weekend?” he asked nonchalantly. eddie looked up, mike almost wanting to laugh at the fact his mouth was actually full of hot dog. 
after swallowing, he wipes his mouth and looks at him. “yeah, i’m going to see nightmare on elm street tomorrow night. you know they’re showing that shit?” he smiles, taking another bite. a pit forms in mike’s stomach. he wasn’t hanging out with gareth. 
“oh, cool. cool. you going with y/n, you both love that shit?” mike pushes and eddie gives him a nervous look. he looks at mike, his eyes flashing somewhere else in the cafeteria before he pulls himself back together. 
he nods, looking around the table. “uh, yeah. y/n and me are going,” eddie confirms. mike purses his lip, looking down to his tray as he thinks. telling you hurt, because he saw your eyes water before thanking him and leaving. so you made a plan, you were going to go to the movie and see if eddie was there. if he was with chrissy, you’d confront him at his house after. 
so that’s where you stood five minutes before the movie started. there were only doing one showing tonight, and knowing eddie he would’ve arrived here thirty minutes early. he always made you do that. you paid for a ticket and stood outside the door to the theater, trying to psych yourself up to go in there and see something that might break you inside.
you took a final deep breath and walked into the theater. you peaked around the corner of the wall separating the entrance from the seats and scanned up the crowd. you avoided looking at your seats first, scared of what you might find. you and eddie always sat in the same place, and when your eyes finally fell on it, you wanted to throw up. 
in his usual seat sat your boyfriend, and in yours was chrissy cunningham. he had his arm on the back of the chair, like he always did for you and they were laughing, eating popcorn from a bucket on chrissy’s lap. you turned around quickly, running out of the theater and back to your car. the second your door closed you broke down. all you felt was pain.
eddie was your everything. in a world where you had no one, you thought you would always have eddie. you spent months in your relationship finally getting comfortable with the fact that he actually wanted you after no one had. and now? pretty cheerleader, queen of hawkins high, chrissy cunningham had his attention. you cried in your car for about an hour, and when you could finally see straight you drove to his trailer and sat on the steps, waiting for him to come home. you just prayed chrissy wasn’t with him. that would break you more than anything. 
you sat impatiently, bouncing your leg until you heard the tell-tale sign of metallica coming from his van. soon, his headlights were blinding you until his engine cut. “baby?” he asked as his door opened, it quickly slamming shut as he walked quickly up to you. “baby, what are you doing here, it's getting cold?” he asks, standing in front of you. 
“how was your movie?” you asked in an empty voice and eddie felt his blood run cold. 
he looked around nervously before opening his mouth. “what do you mean? i-i was with gareth-”
“i saw you, eddie!” you yelled, looking up at him. “i was there! i knew you were acting weird and i find you with chrissy fucking cunningham?” you scoff, lowering your voice now that you had his attention. 
eddie was in shock. “i-i can explain,” he said and looked at you like he was genuinely in pain.
you raised your eyebrows, “then explain.” 
eddie opened his mouth, searching for words but he didn’t have any. he didn’t know how to explain what he’d been doing or what has been going through his head. “i love you,” he whispered desperately.
you scoffed in disbelief and stood up. “no, you don’t,” you sneer at him. 
eddie mouth goes dry. “i do, y/n, i love you,” he tries reassuring. you shake your head, lip quivering as you feel tears well up in your eyes once more.
“then why are you cheating on me?” you ask with a broken voice.
eddie grabs you by the arms to get you to look at him. “baby, i’m not cheating on you. me and chrissy, we- we’re just friends,” he says desperately. you shake your head, bringing your hands up to your face. 
“no,” you mumble. and eddie opens his mouth to respond. “you meet her three times a week. you hide in the fucking woods with her. you hug her like she’s- like you hug me. you lied to me, you took her to your favorite movie, and-and you put her in my seat!” you tell him, voice rising as you go as you try ripping away from his grip.
eddie shakes his head, eyes filling with tears. “no- babe, it’s not like that,” he cries, trying to grab you again. 
you cry as you shove him away. “then what’s it like? because you know i wouldn’t have cared if you and chrissy were just friends. but you lied and kept it all from me. you chose her over me, you’re treating her exactly how you treated me before you asked me out. you took her to see nightmare on elm street,” you say, emphasizing the title while staring deep into his eyes. 
“i thought she would like it, it’s nothing else!” he says.
you turn from him as you take a deep breath. “was that your first time hanging out with her, outside of school?” you ask.
“yes, baby, i just thought she’d-” he starts.
“you took her on the same first date you took me on. on that date, we had our first kiss. on that date, you asked me out. and now? it’s not even ours anymore,” you say, eddie’s heart dropping with every sentence. he totally forgot that was 'your movie.'
he shook his head and reached for your hands once again. “y/n, it’s still ours, it will always be ours,” he said, tears visibly falling. 
you let out a sob that broke eddie’s heart. “you kiss her?” you ask.
“no, no, baby, i didn't kiss her,” he says immediately and you know he’s honest. that takes the tiniest bit of hurt away from you. 
you take a deep breath before asking the next question. “but you like her?” you whisper. eddie shakes his head no but you notice the unsureness behind his eyes. “don’t lie,” you continue.
eddie runs a hand over his mouth and spins around, running his hands through his hair. “i don’t know,” he finally admits, scaring himself. you choke back a sob, feeling like everything in your life is a lie. “but, i do know that i love you,” eddie says, walking up to you. 
you shake your head once more, feeling your whole body become heavy with helplessness. you felt like you were gonna throw up. “don’t,” you say, feeling your mouth begin to salivate as you hold out your hand. “don’t say you love me if i’m not the only one,” you say and then gag.
“but it’s true, i’m in love with you, y/n, please believe me,” eddie begs trying to get closer to you. your hands fall to your knees as you heave and then suddenly you’re throwing up whatever you had eaten earlier. “woah, baby,” eddie said in a worried tone, immediately reaching forward to hold your hair and rub your back as you continued throwing up. once you are able to stop and stand, you push him off of you.
you wipe your mouth, more tears filling your eyes. “don’t call me that,” you say, stepping back away from him.
“y/n, please. everything can be fine. look i-i’ll stop talking to chrissy. that’s no problem, i’ll do anything,” he begs.
you close your eyes, your head was starting to hurt from all of this. “eddie, i can’t be with you when you have feelings for someone else,” you say.
eddie lets out a huff, trying to hold back a sob. “i don’t have feelings for her, i-i don’t think i do. i know that you’re who i want, i never questioned that,” he explains. 
“you still lied to me,” you say.
the sob leaves his lips. “i know and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. but please, y/n, you are the only one i want. chrissy is nothing compared to you,” he says.
“i need to go home. i need to think. i need a break,” you say seriously, taking a deep breath. 
eddie starts to shake, his lip trembling. “what? a break? like… from us?” eddie croaks.
you nod and brush past him, walking to your car. “we’re done, eddie. go figure your shit out with chrissy,” you say, feeling completely numb as you do.
eddie runs after you, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. “baby, please don’t do this. i do not want chrissy, you are it for me,” he emphasizes his words, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. tears streaming down both your faces.
“if that’s true then a break won’t change that. i’m not changing my mind,” you say and eddie’s head falls forward as a sob rocks through his whole body.
he sniffles and hiccups before meeting your eyes again. “so this is it?” he asks in the most heartbroken voice you’d ever heard.
you look away from him, not wanting to cry more. “goodbye, eddie,” you whisper, waiting for him to take his hands from you.
eddie cries, leaning his head down to rest against yours. “i’m sorry i did this to us,” he whimpers, causing you to screw your eyes shut in pain. 
“eddie…” you trail, watching him look at you through his tear-filled brown eyes. “let me go,” you say quietly, watching him shut his eyes.
he shakes his head no, stroking your face with his thumb. “i can’t. i love you, i want to marry you, y/n. i can’t just let you go,” he sobs. everything he was saying was making you want to stay, but you knew it would be a mistake if you did.
“eddie, you have to. i need space, please,” you beg. eddie gave you a final, heart broken look before backing away slowly. “goodnight, eddie,” you say quietly and open your car door. 
“i love you,” he desperately tries once more as your car door closes. you pull out of his driveway and head home, tears clouding your vision as you go. eddie pulls at his hair and falls to his knees, sobbing at the fact that he just lost you. eddie was feeling more pain than he’d ever felt in his life, and he didn’t even know what to do with himself at this point. 
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thecornerlot · 6 months
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Bittersweet
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Loving him can be bittersweet.
Word Count: 770
A/N: borderline angst? found this in my WIP folder. not beta read.
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You weren't a nervous wreck until now. It's really happening.
"You're gonna do great," Steve tells you in his Captain America voice that always made you believe everything would be okay simply because he proclaimed it to be so. 
It's not working today.
It feels like you've been plucked from your everyday life and dropped into an alternate reality where you're floundering, unsteady in your body.
Despite being heavily involved in planning this engagement party.  It's similar to the feeling you had when Bucky showed you the diamond ring, full of nervous excitement as he shared his plans for the future, and similar to the feeling when you saw the dress. 
This is really, really happening.
The sound of Bucky's laughter catches your attention and the butterflies in your stomach hold still. He's two tables away, talking to Sarah Wilson and looking movie-star handsome in the dark blue suit you picked out together. Sam Wilson notices them too and doesn't approve.
Your gaze skips over to Steve, ever the captain, encouraging you to be your best with a nod of his blond head. Yes, you can do this. 
So you tap your champagne flute, drawing everyone's attention to you. The silence is stark and sudden. All eyes are on you, waiting. It's an out-of-body experience to you hear your voice squeak out an awkward, "Hi." After a slow, deep breath, your heart slows to a rate that's somewhat adjacent to its regular pace.
"Two years ago, one of my oldest and dearest friends said three words that brought us here today…" You pause for effect, just like you had practiced in front of your bathroom mirror.
Bucky watches you with an intensity that makes everyone else disappear. It's the kind of look that transports you back to that Saturday morning at the diner. The moment is ever too far from your mind lately–how you'd leaned in close, catching a whiff of Bucky's new body wash rising above the scent of pancakes and coffee. How you couldn't keep your feelings secret and unnamed anymore. Pretending he was just a friend had become exhausting. Bucky should know he was loved, that you loved him–cherished his friendship, his old-world charm and sense of honor and that will to carry on when so many of his years were marked by unspeakable cruelty. And sometimes when you caught him looking at you a certain way or felt his hand linger at the small of your back, the idea you weren't alone in wrestling with those feelings didn't feel like a fantasy. 
So that morning you let Bucky share his news first. You'd waited months to reveal the thing you'd held in your heart, surely a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.
Bucky's blue eyes are fond and knowing as he waits for you to speak, certain of what you're about to say to everyone here. "He said, 'I met someone'."
Bucky smiles at you before turning to his bride-to-be with adoring blue eyes. A collective "Aww" breaks out among this  gathering of friends, causing Bucky to duck his head in the most endearing way. He lights up in ways he never would with you. 
It's a bittersweet thing seeing him this happy. To know this is the very happiness you wished for him, the happiness he deserves. 
But it's also the happiness he's found with someone else. 
Bucky's joy and friendship have become the balm that makes loving him hurt less today than it did the morning he told you about his best first date. Your breakfast had remained untouched as you listened. 
You smile at the engaged couple and raise your glass, ever the supportive friend--a role you've perfected and one you'll continue to play. 
When your speech is over, before the applause fades  Bucky places his hand over his heart, the gesture eloquent and endearing, and mouths "thank you." He knows public speaking makes you nervous, that you prefer hanging on the periphery.
He's loved and surrounded by love. For that you're grateful. You have six months to be less in love with James Buchanan Barnes. 
Later that evening he finds you alone. "I come bearing gifts," he says as a dessert plate appears from behind his back. "The last slice."
"My hero!" You hope you sound just the right amount of grateful, not like you're deeply touched by his thoughtful gesture. You hope two seconds of eye contact isn't too much. Was it three? Four? The mental over-correcting is physically exhausting.
"Mmm," you sigh after the first bite. "So good."
"That morning at the diner…you had something to tell me. What was it?"
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straynstay · 7 months
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Bang Chan - Hybrid AU! (part II)
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part I
large slicing canine teeth
yellowish eyes
his angry voice commanding you to run
that was what filled your mind every night when you closed your eyes and drifted off to dreamland
him
your mind was overflowing with the fading memories of him and it consumed you fervently every waking time you tried to make sense of his blurry face
you wish your photographic memory didn’t suck so bad
he was vanishing, day by day, and you were going crazy
you have to see him again
you set your mind in this new quest of figuring out who the hell was that crazy hybrid that saved your even crazier self that went out alone at night
thankfully, your job was remote, so every day after your shift ended you dived deep into google pages trying to find some answers
you spent your waking hours researching about canine hybrids, absorbing any and all content about it
you found that dog hybrids were the most common types and had dark brown eyes and fur of the same color as ordinary dogs, especially the breeds they descend from
wolf hybrids had blue eyes and usually mixed-colored fur with brown, grayish and yellow, but depending on the rarity of the specimen they could have solid-colored fur too 
also, only well-off people are able to maintain wolf hybrids due to their demanding care and appetite, so it wouldn’t be likely to see a wolf hybrid on the streets by himself
and last, but not least, the dire wolf hybrids, long extinct, that were said to have yellow eyes, dark gray and white fur and were very much different from the wolf ones
while wolf hybrids tend to eat only meat, the dire wolf appetite is broader, so they consumed everything, just like a human, but in larger quantities
scientist believed that dire wolf hybrids would gather in packs, just like the wolves
but they soon discovered that, due to their unstable genes, they could not be close to one another without a fight, specially males, so they had to live in solitude
and one incident leading to the other only confirmed that those hybrids were too dangerous to be let loose in society
so they canceled the project and dire wolf hybrids only became whispers of a long-forgotten time in history books
that was not the case anymore
you met one dire wolf hybrid, you are sure of what you saw
and you know that you won’t rest until you find him again
so after exhausting your google sources you decided to roam around town
you couldn’t ask people in town if they had seen, by any chance, a dire wolf hybrid
you had to work more on the sly side
you started hanging out more after work hours, just passing by the stores and seeing if you somehow would spot him inside
maybe he lives nearby?
it’s been over two weeks now since your first encounter, but nothing yet
you were feeling hopeless, you couldn’t believe that your search for your savior was becoming fruitless
that was until you heard people talking around about a well-known cafe
it was located on the outskirts of town and they had some pets up for adoption
if they had regular pets, they might know one thing or two about hybrids, right?
it was your best shot at the moment, so you decided to pay it a visit on a Saturday morning
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since you were new in the city, you didn’t know how to get there, so you had to ask for directions and got a little bit lost, but you finally reached the place
the cafe was quite cute, the animals had a special place for them to eat and rest, but most of the time they would hang around with the customers
they had all sorts of pets available, and even though they were all really adorable, that was not your focus today
you ordered a cat-themed hot cocoa and a bunny bun just to mingle and have a seat
looking around and observing the staff, you quickly noticed the manager
maybe you could talk with him and ask if he knows something about hybrid adoption
and maybe you could take your research a little bit further
you were able to stall your departure by playing with the pets, reading the menu over and over again, until you saw an opportunity to strike a conversation with the manager
he was extremely friendly and after a short small talk, you got straight to the point
“do you have different pets? asides from dogs and cats”
“yeah, we’ve got ferrets, bunnies, foxes, and even a quokka, he’s really cute” the manager smiled “Chan takes care of all of them”
“but like… do you have more exotic pets, maybe?”
“what are you trying to say, sorry I can’t quite follow” he let out an awkward chuckle
“i’m wondering if you know about a place for hybrid adoption” you almost whispered
“oh, no… sorry, but we don’t deal with hybrids as pets. You’re new around here, aren’t you?” you nodded “yeah, I figured”
he grabbed a mug to dry with a cloth
“you see, this area is known for hybrid equality, we are not like other places that sell or trade hybrids as human companions” 
he placed the now dry mug on the rack and grabbed another one, still talking
“I mean, they are like companions to us, but not like pets, if you know what I mean. More like one of us, but better enhanced by science”
you both laughed and you were happy to know that hybrids were treated properly here
“you don’t seem the type to look for a hybrid to own” he commented
“and I’m not, I’m totally against it, but I was actually searching for a hybrid… long story short, I owe him big time and I was trying to make up to him somehow, but I guess I’ll never find him again”
“well, that’s bad, sorry to hear about it, but don’t lose faith, this is not a huge area, maybe your paths will cross again one day”
“I truly hope so” you sighed
“but if you’re interested in regular pets, I can have you take a look at the ones available for adoption” the manager wiggled an eyebrow and you smiled
“yeah, maybe another time, I’m still setting in”
“no problem, feel free to come by whenever you want”
“thanks, and thanks for the help”
you were returning to grab your belongings at the table when a white cat zoomed in your direction
trying to quickly move out of the way of the animal, you ran to your left, hitting a hard surface
“gosh…” you sighed due to the fright and noticed that you were feeling fingers grabbing your arm
you looked up and saw blonde hair, then blue eyes that bulged when looking at your face
the hand swiftly left your body and the guy stepped back
you were looking for him for what it seemed like endless days
but damn, you weren’t expecting to meet him like this
who would have thought that he was working as a staff member of the famous pet cafe?!
you wouldn’t, otherwise it would be your first place to go to
“excuse me” he said dipping his head when he noticed you deeply staring at his blue eyes
no, that’s wrong
you were sure they were brown that night, and they changed to yellow very briefly
he let out an annoyed huff and you realized you were right in front the of the passage to the animals area
and you were probably stopping him from doing his work
“sorry, sorry” you moved to the side and he walked by without even acknowledging you anymore
your eyes followed his back until he disappeared back into the animals compound
it’s him
you’ve never been more certain in your life
you’ve finally found him
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obviously, you became a regular at the cafe, most of the times even going there to work all day
the manager sometimes jokes that he will either hire you as staff or let you take his place so he can go on vacation
you laugh and play along, but the main reason for you being there is Chan
you learned his name after your first encounter, and you realized that the manager had already told you about him but you didn’t even noticed
you still haven’t been able to properly talk to him because he ignores you every single day, but you won’t give up
sometimes you buy him food, and even though he tries hiding it, you know he eats them all 
it has happened more than once, he disappears into the compound for a while and then comes back with the corner of his lips dirty with chocolate or powdered sugar, and you only smile
other times you ignore him too, which makes him look at you more often, almost intrigued
but what actually makes him stop his work to stare at you is when you play with the pets, especially the exotic ones that only come out to the public on Tuesdays
you are especially fond of the small fennec fox, that only comes to your lap when it wants to take a nap, and the ferret that likes to hide inside your notebook backpack
the cafe sells treats you can give the animals, so you are always trying to feed them too, but those two are just content with being around your presence
and dare Chan try prying them away when it’s time to put them back in their habitats
they cause a scene every time, and Chan used to be really annoyed by it, but now he only rolls his eyes before carefully taking them in his arms
yes, the fennec fox has run away many times, forcing Chan to chase after it in the cafe
and also yes, the ferret has screeched and pretended to faint many many times when Chan takes him from your hands (because he won’t touch your belongings)
you laugh, amused by their antics, and a few times it has worked because Chan lets them be for a little longer before coming back to collect them
but today was different… you had another visitor by your table, and this time it was the quokka
it stole the lettuce from your sandwich and started munching on the leaf before you could even notice
“Hannie, no” Chan said and ran to the table, but the small quokka jumped in your lap and hid under your arm
“so cute” you whispered looking at the bright boba eyes staring back at you, its cheeks filled with lettuce, before plopping away to God knows where
“they always come to you, huh” Chan mentioned, a little bit annoyed, but you didn’t mind
this was the first proper interaction between the two of you
“animals can sense when a person is good, no?” you smiled and Chan scoffed
“I guess it’s true cause I don’t think you would’ve risk yourself to rescue a bad person” before he could say anything, you were speaking again
“which, by the way, thank you… a lot” you looked at him “I can only imagine the terrible things that would have happened to me if you didn’t save me that night, so thank you”
since he seemed to be froze in place, maybe shocked by your words, you decided to seize the opportunity to continue talking to him, mouth running faster than your brain
“I spent a lot of days trying to find you again, trying to somehow pay you back for your good deed, and I’m glad I finally found you, even though I’m not sure what more I could do to show I’m really thankful”
“I’ve been coming here often in hopes of becoming acquainted with you enough for you to open up and maybe become friends, but I guess that’s not how you roll” you let out a snort
“I say I would know that because I’ve also spent a loooot of time researching.. well… you…” you moved your hand in his direction “as a hybrid, you know?” you whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening
being a regular at the cafe made you realize that Chan was trying really hard to go by unnoticed by the customers but at the same time he tried to blend in with humans
if you didn’t know his true nature, you would never have guessed he was a hybrid
his ears always covered by a cap or beanie, his clothes always comfortable and loose enough to hide his tail, and he was always wearing blue contact lenses
“I know you’re not into groups or anything like it, and I respect that, so I guess this is me trying to say that I’m not gonna bother you anymore”
“I see how much you struggle with the pets sometimes because of me, and I can see that my presence makes you a little annoyed, you are in your workplace after all, and I understand, I would be too if the roles were reversed” you smiled to assure him
“thank you again for stepping in that night, I’m glad our paths crossed despite the circumstances”
you held your gaze for only a second longer before getting up and start packing your belongings
you felt his eyes following your every move, but he didn’t budge
only when you put your backpack on your shoulder did he seem to wake up to reality
“you’re not actually leaving” Chan pointed to the chair and you don’t know why, but your body obeyed, just like it did that fateful night
so here you are sitting again, but this time Chan moved closer to you
“my animal part is too strong sometimes so I don’t fight it anymore” he confessed
“I’m not used to this at all. People have come and gone from my life far too many times to keep track… and I’ve been on my own for so long I don’t think I remember much of human interaction besides work” he sighed
you took in his figure, hands trembling a little bit and breath uneven
he was nervous, although he tried not to show it
“but I’m willing to learn again… if you’d teach me”
“that’d be my pleasure, Chan” you smiled, heart suddenly ten times lighter than before
as you spent your days at the café, you realized that Chan has charmed you, there's no denying it
“you will stay, yeah?” he smiled for the first time and you swear you felt like melting inside
"yeah" you nodded "I'll stay”
such simple words holding so much meaning
you don't want him to be alone ever again
you want to be the one who's always going to stay by his side
and you'll stay forever
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corrodedcoughin · 1 year
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Thinking about steddie future where they're both just average guys. No rockstars, no basketball players just two Normal men living a normal life because honestly? they deserve it. They deserve soft domesticity and happiness.
They both have jobs they like but don't love and they're happy with that. Eddie maybe becomes an electrician, working for someone else's company. His coworkers are chill, he gets to get out and work with his hands and that's more than he could have asked for. Steve is a physical therapist, or a manager in some business. He likes his team and the steady hours. He's not working for his dad which is a plus.
They buy a house together, that's not a mansion but it's not a trailer either. Steve does a lot of the dishes because Eddie hates it, hates the feeling of old food on the plates and cutlery. So Eddie will kiss Steve on the cheek and does the laundry because Steve fucking hates laundry. And sitting on the floor watching TV while he folds clothes is honestly sort of relaxing?? Love is doing the chores your partner hates.
Steve and Robin go out for brunch at least once a month, where they catch up and gossip for hours and hours and Steve comes home lighter with updates on Robin and Vickie. Eddie will have nightly phone calls with Wayne, where they talk and laugh and Eddie will eventually hand the phone over to Steve so he and Wayne can talk sports together. When he's in town Dustin will come over and stay in their spare room and they laugh and joke so much it's just like old times. They go over to Jeff's house for dinner on a semi regular basis, and it's nice having normal friends.
They adopt a very annoying cat who will climb all over them in bed and meow in their faces when they don't wake up to feed it breakfast in time. Steve will go for jogs on a Saturday morning, coming home to Eddie reading in bed. Some old western book Wayne recommended to him. There's a steaming cup of coffee waiting on their bedside tables that Eddie's prepared.
They take time off of work and go on a week long vacation because they can do that now. They do dorky touristy things and Eddie buys a mug to send to Wayne. Steve takes a lot of dorky photos of the two of them.
Idk they deserve to be normal and alive and happy with no upside down anymore <3
Oh I love this! I had actually been thinking about tradesman Eddie for a little bit I am so, so glad you’ve come up with this!
I can so completely see him learning a trade and just getting employed and put through his time by a small local employer! He has to go through his exams and that part of it worries him when he first gets the job but his team end up being really supportive and Steve stays up late with him, practicing circuits and wiring and quizzing him on currents and volts. Eddie returning the favour, letting Steve mark up his muscles and be a living anatomy dummy. Sure it gets a little sexy from time to time but more often than not it’s just them testing each other as Steve identifies bones and Eddie talks about parallel circuits.
The monthly brunches mentally and physically revive Steve after working extended hours with patients that he really does want the best for but a jobs a job and it can get pretty tiring. They joke that they rebalance each others chakras but they really do feel realigned after their meet ups. Eddie can see it to, sometimes he’ll come pick them up when it’s been a boozy brunch and delights in seeing them happy and light, clambering over each other to tell Eddie something about one of the waiters or an especially good dish they ordered. When he drops Robin home Steve sits in the front and looks at peace and Eddie feels the same way.
Their weekends are for them, sometimes that means staying home and cleaning the whole place between ordering food in and sometimes that means going on a day trip and taking Wayne around all the antique spots around the county and seeing what horrors they can uncover. Top spot currently sits with Wayne’s find of a doll whose limbs had been replaced with horse legs and had the head of a fish. Of course they bought it.
Every time they go on a holiday they make sure to send postcards to everyone, including themselves, seeing if they’ll get home before the postcard does. Steve keeps them in a photo album, each with a Polaroid of them next to it. Sometimes taken by a stranger, sometimes just a close up of their faces squashed together. It’s Eddie’s favourite thing to go through on their anniversary, or any day really, just loves being reminded that this is the life they get to have.
It’s mundane, dare say even normal, but they love it. Steve comes home every night, happy to put his scrubs in the washing machine next to Eddie’s uniform, happy to be where he feels loved.
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thepremedthatwrites · 10 months
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On the House (pt. 3)
Summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.
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(Y/n) found her job boring. This was alarming because she had never felt this way before. In fact, she loved her job. The publishing industry was one of stiff competition and having a passion for the work was the bare minimum in order to be considered a competitive candidate. She loved being able to witness the process of a book being made, especially the beginning when the authors she worked with pulsated with excitement, knowing their life’s work was finally going to be revealed to the masses.
But she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. Instead, she went through the motions, unable to focus on anything except for the anticipation of the weekend. All her mind was set on was one thing. The Lamppost Cafe. Every Saturday all she could think about was going into the cafe at one o’clock and getting to see Peter again. Some days she even considered going earlier than her regular time but stopped herself, not wanting to see desperate in any way.
Ever since she learned his name, she kept repeating it to herself. She would say it to herself while making her morning coffee, or while she was showering. It was like a mantra for her. She even found herself waking up sometimes with the name still fresh on the tip of her tongue. As if she expected him to be laying on the other side of the bed, responding to her call. 
Saturday came at an agonizing pace but soon enough she was grabbing her bag and book before heading for the cafe. After slugging through the week, the walk energized her. She felt the wind blow through her hair as she went, her eyes wide with excitement as the cafe came into view. She didn’t hesitate to walk up to the register where Peter was waiting for her. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but it felt as though his smile brightened as she neared him. “The usual?” he asked, already ringing her up.
“How did you know?” (y/n) joked, flashing him a smile. There was a pause as their eyes caught each other. He broke first, looking down at the register to read out the total. (Y/n) blinked a few times, as if it would flush away the pink that had started to grow on her cheeks. She began digging through her bag to find her wallet. “Actually, you know what, it’s on the house.”
“Really?” (y/n) responded. Behind Peter, she could his siblings pausing what they were doing and stealing quick glances at them. “Is there a certain sale today?”
“Oh no, it’s just you always come here. Think of it as us showing you our thanks for your support.” He let out a chuckle before flashing a quick smile. He was now rocking his weight back and forth and his eyes were back on the register. 
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys!” she responded, a bright smile growing on her face. “Thank you so much!” Peter looked up at her and she could tell his face was a shade redder than it had been when she first entered the cafe. 
“It’s my pleasure,” he said. (Y/n) let out a small giggle, remembering the first time he had said the strange phrase when he had brought out her order. “I’ll bring over your order once it’s ready.” She nodded before making her way to her usual table. 
As Peter walked towards the back, Susan said in a low voice, “I hope you’re planning on covering the cost for your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah whatever. And she’s not my girlfriend.”
“Yet,” Lucy added, chuckling as she started to steep the tea. Peter only scoffed before stealing a glance at (y/n). He hoped his face felt much more warm than it actually looked. If she had noticed his blush, he wouldn’t be able to face her again. How unprofessional it would be for a customer to believe he was flirting with her! Of course, he was only offering free food and drink because she was a regular. It wasn’t anything with romantic undertones. At least that’s what he would say if his siblings questioned him. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew that he spent a bit longer getting ready on Saturdays and that as the clock neared one o’clock he took his place at the register even though he hated dealing with the confusing machinery that somehow always malfunctioned when he used it. 
“Well, are you going to give your girlfriend her order?” Susan asked, already putting the cup and plate into his hands.
“Quit calling her that, will you?” 
“Oh, do you prefer future Mrs. Pevensie?” 
“Very funny.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do my job.” He walked away before his sister could add one last remark. As he neared (y/n)’s table, he could feel his face warming once again. “Here’s your order,” he said, placing the stuff down onto the table.
“Oh, thank you,” (y/n) replied, putting down her book. 
“Haven’t you already read that one?” Peter felt his face become even warmer as he said that, realizing he had given away the fact that he had been watching her for the past few weeks. She let out a small laugh and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. 
“I fear I don’t have many books, so I cycle through them constantly.”
“Well, there’s a bookstore right down the street. Their prices are pretty low and they have a pretty wide variety of books.”
“Oh that’s sound wonderful. I should definitely check them out some time.” There was a pause. The girl looked up at him, the smile she was wearing turning somewhat playful. “This is the part where you suggest taking me to the bookstore.” She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she was glad she said it as a wide smile grew on Peter’s face.
“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”
“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”
“Is one o’clock good for you?”
“It always is,” she replied, smiling into her cup of tea as she took a long sip, the honey warming her throat on the way down.
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octuscle · 5 months
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Hey support
So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.
I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.
It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?
It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.
You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…
Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.
On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!
Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!
Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.
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You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.
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Been seeing a lot cowboy frank castle x reader but just listen, listen - turn it around Frank Castle with a fierce southern women..
nonnie, it's like you know me. I myself am a southern gal (sorta, i'm an alternative emo queen before anything else) but I was born & raised in the south and therefore can't deny the fiestiness in my blood. thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun with this. I hope this is what you were looking for! ❤️
warning: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, & frankie finally getting to have a good time. word count: 1.6k
don't want no trouble.
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The small dive bar was packed with regulars and drifters alike. The local band had started playing their set about half an hour ago, and the worn floor seemed to buzz from the music flowing freely through the packed crowd. Frank could faintly feel the vibrations through the soles of his boots. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to a concert, or heard any kind of live music. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even listened to music in general. 
Frank felt a rare kind of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks, or longer if he was being honest with himself. He wasn’t scanning the crowd or the doors for any kind of threats. He wasn’t currently working any kind of job. No one was really paying him any attention, too focused on their own lively Saturday night. For the first time in awhile Frank could just be…Frank. Just another guy at this small town dive bar, enjoying a nice cold beer, and the surprisingly good local band. 
Until he couldn’t take anymore of the obviously overserved asshole two stools down that couldn’t take a hint. 
For the past fifteen minutes, the guy had been making obnoxious comments in your direction that had gone ignored. He eyed you continuously, trying to gauge if he should step in or not. He was trying real hard to stay out of trouble unless absolutely necessary. Your hand was clutched around a glass containing a clear liquid that had some kind of red coating on the rim and a complimentary lime on the side. Your face had been neutral at first, bored even, but the bolder the man beside you got, the more your full lips morphed into an irritated scowl. 
“Hey so I was wondering-“
“No.”
“But you don’t even-“
“No.”
The man scoffed, clearly irritated by your dismissal of him. He stumbled closer in your direction, annoyance plastered clearly on his face.
“You don’t have to be such a fucking-”
You turned quickly on your stool to face the belligerent man with a defiant look solidified on your features and a reckless rage burning in your eyes.
“Let me ask you something. That tiny, pathetic excuse for a dick you have between your legs, you attached to it?”
The man’s eyes widened significantly, blinking a few times in dumbfoundment as you stared him down. He obviously hadn’t expected you to fire back at him.
“I…uh…yeah, particularly.”
You leaned in languidly, a dangerous smirk spreading slowly across your mouth as you kept your gaze locked on him and narrowed your eyes slightly, nodding your chin in his direction.
“You wanna keep it that way?”
Although your tone sounded playful, Frank could tell by the look in your eyes you weren’t fucking around. Clearly, the man did too. He swallowed thickly before giving a slight nod of his head.
“Then fuck off.”
The man stumbled backwards to avoid your venom, scurrying off towards the other end of the bar. You followed him with your unrelenting gaze until he was out of your sight, rolling your eyes and huffing as you muttered under your breath and lifted the glass to your lips.
“Asshole.”
Frank couldn’t help but snicker at the whole altercation, earning him a questioning glance from you. Your brow was arched in challenge, as if daring him to step out of place. He held his free hand up in surrender, a playful grin appearing on his lips.
“Hey, I don’t want no trouble.”
The side of your mouth curled up into a mischievous smirk as you shamelessly let your eyes wander over his large figure, giving a slight shake of your head.
“No, you don’t.”
Frank tried to keep his gaze ahead on the band, but his eyes seemed to drift every now and then to the side to watch you of their own volition. You had ditched the stool, leaning against the bar like he was, and he found himself mesmerized by the subtle movements of your hips in perfect rhythm with the music. The bootcut jeans you wore looked like they had been painted on the way they fit your figure perfectly, and he caught little glimpses of your skin beneath the cut off band tee you wore that stopped just before your belt buckle. The boots you wore made your legs look a little longer, and you a little taller, which made the whole situation from earlier that much more hilarious considering the guy had about a foot of height on you.
Dynamite does come in small packages.
“You gonna watch me all night, or you gonna ask me to dance, cowboy?”
Frank cocked his head to the side when he realized you were talking to him. You turned your head to face him and looked up at him through your lashes.
“You gonna threaten me if I do?”
A devilish grin split across your full lips, taking a slow sip of your drink as you turned your attention back to the band with a slight shrug of your shoulders.
“Depends.”
Frank turned his body to face you, leaning against his elbow on the bar as he finally let his eyes wander over you properly. 
“On?”
“You gonna ask nicely?”
“I like my equipment where it’s at, so yeah.”
That made you laugh, and Frank’s mouth split into a proud grin. 
“You waitin’ for an invitation?”
“Didn’t you already give me one?”
Frank tilted his head to the side as he studied you, catching the way you peered at him out of the corner of your eyes as your brows raised quizzically.
“I did, and if there’s anything I hate more than repeatin’ myself, it’s not gettin’ my way.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Frank dipped his head back as he finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the bar as he extended his hand out to you.
“I told ya, I don’t want no trouble. But I should warn you, I ain’t the best dancer.”
A proud smirk settled on your lips as you finished off your own drink, setting the empty glass by Frank’s and grabbing his wrist to lead him to the middle of the dance floor.
“You know how to Texas two-step?”
“No, but I reckon you could teach me.”
“You’d have to let me lead. Think you can handle that?”
“Sweetheart, you can lead me wherever the hell you want.”
Frank caught the way your cheeks deepened in color at his words, even though you tried to play it off with a playful grin and shake of your head. You guided one of his hands to your waist, settling it just above your hip, and squeezed it a little as you stared up at him.
“You keep your hands where I tell you, your equipment stays where it’s at. Got that?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Frank’s cheeks nearly hurt from how much he was grinning. He held onto your other hand as you taught him the steps, catching on rather quickly once he found his rhythm. He should’ve been watching his feet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Once he built up enough confidence in his movements, he took a step back and gave you a twirl. His chest swelled with pride at the surprised look in your eyes and the first vulnerable smile from you he had seen all night.
“You’re a quick learner.”
“I got a good teacher.”
Frank pulled you in by your waist, making sure to keep his hand in the exact same spot as you had placed it. All around you, people were dancing and laughing, singing along obnoxiously off key with the wrong words, but you and Frank couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Frank liked how feisty you were, and a big part of him desperately wanted to know how far that went. You didn’t seem like the kind of woman to relinquish control to anyone, but he wondered if you’d let him. Although if you wanted to call the shots, then hell he was more than happy with that too.
“You got a name, cowboy?”
“Frank. I get to know yours?”
He should’ve lied. He should’ve told you his alias. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t wanna hear any name but his own coming from your lips.
“Hi Frank. I’m Y/N.”
“Well Y/N, I pass the audition?”
“Maybe.”
“Can I get you a drink then?”
“You tryin’ to win me over?”
“Absolutely.”
Something about the way you stared into his eyes made him nervous and excited. He wanted to know what you saw as much as he didn’t wanna know. You took a step backwards, placing one hand on his broad chest as you stared up at him inquisitively.
“You an asshole, Frank?”
“Sometimes. I’m workin’ on it.”
“I appreciate the honesty.”
“Somethin’ tells me you can smell blood and bullshit from a mile away. Ain’t no use lyin’.”
Another big grin stretched across your lips, and for the second time that night, Frank felt like he got a peak behind the curtain. He could see something warm beneath your tough exterior, something maybe even soft. He already missed the brief touch of skin he felt of your waist when you danced with him. He could still smell the zesty citrus of your shampoo lingering beneath his nose. He wanted more.
“You like tequila, Frank?”
Think I’d like the taste of it on your lips.
“If that’s what you like.”
“Good answer.”
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John Stones - Fallback
Author's Note; For more of my stories please check out my Wattpad Account (link is in my Masterlist)
POV: When the class reunion comes around and the person from your past just happens to be back in town, can you act like nothing happened or will you fallback into how things were?
Contains: Fluff, Mature Language
Music Choice: Sophia Scott - Fallback
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Class of 2012. An iconic group of misfit classmates that have all gone on to achieve amazing things. Some have moved away, some still live in the exact same village. Some have found work in fields they weren't expecting whereas a select few had achieved exactly what they dreamed off.
So as the summer of 2022 came around it was decided to have an impromptu class reunion, just something small, out in the pub garden at The Moon and Sun, the same pub we used to always go to when we could drink, and sometimes when we couldn't.
It did start out with the intention of just being small, however once word of mouth started to spread and the few initial invitees mentioned it to other people from the class it all of a sudden became a big affair.
So, with the big night out literally a day away, the nerves were high. I was just about sure on what I was wearing, a wrap around midi dress in a light baby blue, figure hugging to show off that the dowdy 18-year-old who didn't really know how to dress was now giving the impression of an elegant 28 year old with a gym membership, but still a love for a Terry's Chocolate Orange.
It all felt a bit surreal, being surrounded by the same people I used to know but now they were strangers. It would be nice to see some of them, however others I wasn't sure how I would feel. That might be why we left out our most famous class mate 'John Stones'.
We had all gone to school with him since we were little and we were all good friends. However when we were compiling a list his name wasn't bought up, well not around me anyway. I wasn't sure if the others had chatted about him but I knew no one had asked me, if they had I would have said to invite him, however he was like a taboo word around me.
When we were in school me and John had a small crush on each other, nothing happened, not until we left school. And then one Saturday night drinking when we both became legal ended up being another night out for dinner and drinks, which turned into 2 years and 3 months of being together almost every day. I was besotted with him, but I was young and foolish and we would never have worked.
His world and mine were so different. I was at University in Manchester and he was in Liverpool and it was hard work, but we made it work for as long as we could. However like they say, all good things must come to an end and that's what happened with us. I felt heartbroken at first but I knew it was the right thing, we couldn't deal with the distance and it wasn't worth the heartache anymore.
The irony of it was as soon as I left University I fell into a job in the City before being offered a better paid job in Liverpool and I thought this might be my chance to rekindle what me and him had, however at the exact same time he was transferred to Manchester City so it was like the universe telling us we weren't meant to be.
That was a lot of years ago now, but I hadn't seen him since, we just didn't cross paths so I tried not to think about him too much. Which was easier said than done when your ex-boyfriend plays for the biggest club in the UK and is a regular in the England starting line-up. However, I tried my hardest.
So while I sat enjoying a drink with a couple of the girls the night before, chatting about what to expect the next day, Nina arrived late and bought that name up directly to me "oh my god you aren't gonna guess who I just bumped into in co-op?" she said with a laugh as Ria, Grace and I looked at her puzzled, it could be anyone.
"John Fucking Stones" she said as the girls eyes all shot to me, I wasn't shocked, I knew he normally came back home in the summer when he was out of season, my mum had bumped into him a couple of times, seems as they still lived opposite John's parents.
"Did you mention tomorrow night?" said Ria with a stern look.
"No of course not" said Nina laughing.
"Good" said Ria as she took a sip of her Pimm's.
"I mean he can come" I said as they looked at me again "it's his class too, like he should be invited" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I know babe but still we weren't sure if you'd want him there" said Grace as she looked at the other two girls who all had sympathetic looks on their faces.
I reached into my bag, picking up my phone as I found his number, I knew it hadn't changed as I still got the obligatory 'Happy New Year's' message every year after the 'Merry Christmas' one.
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iMessage
J.S
Me
Hey, I wasn't sure if you had been told but we were having a small class reunion at The Moon and Sun tomorrow night from 7pm if you are free, just thought you should be invited, anyway maybe see you there if not take care x
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"There" I said as I placed my phone on the table "I've invited him" I smiled as I picked up my Malibu and Coke and tried to ignore the sound of my phone immediately vibrating.
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iMessage
J.S
J.S
Hey, I had heard briefly but wasn't sure the details, I'd love to come, see you tomorrow xx
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The pub garden was already crowded by 7:15pm, it seemed like everyone was so eager to get back together as I found myself constantly using the phrase 'Oh my god I haven't seen you in years' or 'Oh you haven't changed'. I had already been pre-drinking with the girls, mainly to keep my nerves in check for when or if John arrived. However, like fate he walked through the gate and into the garden.
His tall frame was easy to spot, his white t-shirt and black jeans was accompanied by a black shirt opened up, thrown over his shoulders as I watched groups swarm him, reintroducing themselves as I watched the familiar flush cover his cheeks as I smiled to myself. He would be hating this.
I went and picked up my double Malibu and Coke as Ria came and stood by me "If you need me to keep him away from you I can" I laughed.
"Its fine babe honestly, I don't feel anything for him anymore, I'll be fine" I assured her as I watched how his eyes scan the crowds as he politely smiled before they landed on me.
I saw the smile fill his face as I smiled back, he managed to make his way through the crowd and was faced with Ria "Stones" she said with an edge to her voice, I watched him gulp, even after all this time she intimidated him and I loved it.
"Ria, you haven't changed" he said as he bought her in for a hug which she reluctantly agreed to, I could see how wide his eyes were, he had definitely had a drink or two before coming tonight.
She steps aside and gestures that she's going to the bar as John walks closer to me.
"Hey" he said, his hand twitching to reach out.
"Hey" I said as I reached out first, knowing how awkward he was anyway and wrapped my arms around him. He leant into my embrace, his arms wrapping around the back of my neck as he pulled me into him.
"It's been too long" he mumbled into my hair as he carried on hugging me.
"It really has been" I admit as I inhale his scent, its still the same fragrance he has used when he was with me, even though his body doesn't feel the same, more muscular and toned, he still acts like the same boy I knew all those years ago.
I could already feel myself fallback into my old feelings and with the amount of alcohol I had been drinking that could be dangerous.
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After my fifth or sixth drink I found myself sitting at the same table I hadn't moved from for the last two hours. I had mingled and spoke to a few people, I had joined in with the shots at the bar, danced a bit and even had some photos taking in the photobooth we had arranged; however I had migrated back to here.
Me and John had been inseparable from the moment he got here. Our eyes finding each other in the crowded space, his hand brushing against my back if he was passing, sharing inside jokes on moments like we used to do, it all felt like before.
And now we had found ourselves sat at this same table chatting about what we had been up to since we had been apart but also the past. We were sharing memories we had together, moments that still made us laugh, things I hadn't thought about for years. I couldn't allow myself to think about it before, it took so long to get over him, I couldn't set myself back.
But right now as I looked into his glistening blue eyes and hearing how beautiful his voice was, especially after a couple of drinks I honestly cannot even remember any problems we ever had.
"I'm so glad I came tonight" John said with a smile "I was so fucking nervous" he admits.
"I'm glad you came too" I smile at him "and I was super nervous, I didn't know what it would be like seeing you" I admit.
"What dya mean?" he leans in as he speaks, his hand that was resting on my arm rubs a few small circles.
"Well, I wasn't sure if you were gonna be this big shot footballer who would have forgotten about me" I shrug as I say the words.
He reaches his hand out and cups my cheek, pulling my eyes to look into his "I could never forget you" he said with sincerity in his voice "I regret it all the time that we just gave up on us, like we were so young and stupid" his thumb brushed against my cheek.
"True" I admit with a smile "I regret it too, I miss you a lot, even now" the drunken words fall out of my mouth before I can catch them.
John smiles as he leans forward, placing a small kiss on my lips "I miss you too".
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The first thing I notice when I wake up is that the room is spinning, my head feels like I have been hit by a weight, my body doesn't feel much better. I ache all over but in a really good way. The second thing I notice is this isn't my room, but I recognise it, I notice the old bookcase with the football stickers stuck to the side, the gaming chair slung in the corner with clothes thrown over it, and apparently my blue wrap dress too.
The last thing I notice is the heavily tattooed arm that is wrapped around me as I feel his breath against my neck.
"Good morning beautiful" that distinctively croaky Yorkshire drawl falls from his lips like it used to, and it brings me straight back to how things were before as I look towards him.
"Good morning" I reply back as I turn to face him, his arm reaching and pulling our naked bodies together I smile at him.
When we planned the night I thought I would be able to see people I hadn't seen for years, maybe build up some long-buried friendships and have a good time. However, I never thought this would happen, but what can I expect, of course the second I saw him I would end up here at the end of the night, I should have known I would fallback into him. 
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eufezco · 2 years
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EDDIE MUNSON X FEM!READER
REQUEST — Begging you to do a Eddie inspired by this TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMNScuy5B/?k=1
english isn't my first language 🙏🏻
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You've never liked Steve Harrington. He was an arrogant and you thanked the moment you graduated because that way you wouldn't have to see him anymore. But somehow you kept seeing him, every day. He started hanging out with Dustin and your group of friends, he was always around. At first it felt like the worst thing that could've happened to you, like he was an intruder. You barely talked to each other and when you two were left alone together it was the most uncomfortable thing in the world. But eventually your relationship with him changed, you fought the Demo-Dogs together, you got trapped in a secret Russian base together and now you worked at Family Video, together as well. He became your best friend, your ride-or-die, you hated to admit it but he wasn't King Steve anymore. He had changed.
Eddie was already your boyfriend when you started hanging out with Steve, him been worried that Harrington wouldn't have changed as you said and that he'd be just tricking you. You've known Eddie all your life. Your friendship with Steve reminded him of yours before dating. You were kids when you met, his hair was buzz but he was still the most handsome boy the little y/n had ever seen, making her feel a weird sensation in the pit of her stomach every time she saw him walking into the cafeteria looking for her. Little Eddie could feel his cheeks grow hot and turn pink, and his knees go week as he walked towards the little girl. You grew up together. Eddie was your first kiss, your first date, and your first best friend. As you grew older you eventually started looking at each other with different eyes, not like kids anymore. You both needed more of each other, that's when you realized it was more than just a friendship.
Eddie liked that you had built such a strong bond with Steve and just because of that you were willing for them to meet. Sadly that never happened, at least you never got to introduce Eddie to Steve as you boyfriend because the metalhead broke up with you before having to run after being accused of killing Chrissy.
"Are you okay? You look like a ghost." Steve's hand laid on your forehead, he frowned after feeling a normal body temperature. You were putting the returned tapes in their places. The thing is that you really did feel bad, your stomach roaring but just the idea of eating something made you want to puke. Puke. Made you want to puke. The tapes fell off your hands as you ran to the bathroom of the store, Steve following you and holding your hair in a ponytail after you fell to your knees in front of the toilet.
"It's okay. It's okay, just let it out." Your eyes were filled with tears while you vomited everything you've eaten in the last twenty-four hours. Steve flushed the toilet once you were done and left you alone to come back with his bottle of water so you could rinse your mouth. He sat down with you in the bathroom floor, waiting for you to recompose or to drive you home. The tears didn't stop rolling down your cheeks, not even after finishing puking. That's when you realized you weren't crying because of the vomit.
"My period." Steve frowned. "Your period? You need a pad or a ta—?"
"It's the second month I've missed my period. Last month I thought— I thought It was just a one-time thing, my period is never regular so I thought I just needed to wait. But this month—" You couldn't continue. Steve nodding, letting you know that he got what you were trying to say. Should he congratulate you? Should he ask you about what you wanted to do with it? He finally opted for not saying anything, which you deeply thanked. You spent the rest of your shift hiding in the bathroom, Steve coming inside every now and then to check that you were okay and assisting the customers for you. He had to call Robin because it was Saturday and he couldn't deal with all the work alone. When he told you Robin was coming, you told him to ask her if she could buy a pregnancy test for you which Robin did without complaining but with a bunch of questions. Steve answered them all for you.
Two lines. You were pregnant.
You threw the pregnancy test away and went out of the bathroom. Steve was changing the sign on the door from open to close and Robin was counting the money in the cash register. They both turned to look at you and because of your decomposed face, they knew the result of the test. Before they could ask anything, you three closed the store and got into Steve's car, you in the back seat and Robin in the passenger's seat next to Steve.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm having it." Robin was surprised by how sure you were.
"Is it Eddie's?"
"Of course It's Eddie's!"
Who else could it be? You hadn't been with anyone else since your break up, you hadn't been with anyone else in your life and you weren't planning on doing it before he broke up with you. Also, you've been busy working and helping Dustin to figure out how to prove Eddie's innocence. The kid found out where he was hiding a few weeks ago, and your stomach flipped when you saw him again. Eddie's worst nightmare of you getting involved in the mess he was in became true after seeing you walk into the cabin.
When you told the rest of the group they had the same reaction as Steve. They didn't know if they should be happy or if they should make an appointment with your doctor. Eddie couldn't even look into your eyes, staring at the floor all the time and playing with his rings nervously. He knew that since he broke up with you, you've been even closer to Steve. After getting to know him, he was glad that you had him with you. As your best friend. But what surprised Eddie was knowing that you two were a thing now.
"And... how far along are you now?" Nancy asked curiously, the girl just knew about your pregnancy and was curious about it. "Two months." Nancy nodded, showing you a little smile. You had never been really close to her, but you could see on her face that she was happy for you and supported your decision. Eddie looked up from the floor, looking at you for the first time, your eyes still focused on Nancy as she asked you how you were feeling. He broke up with you not even a month ago. Two months ago you were still together. Eddie's eyes connected with Steve's, your best friend behind you, and leaning on an old shelf, staring at Eddie with his arms crossed. Steve shook his head at Eddie when he noticed that Eddie realized what was going on, it was better if Eddie didn't say anything right now but the possibility of you cheating on him with Steve made him ignore the boy behind you.
"Y/n, two months ago we were still together." Nancy went silent, Dustin's body tensing and making him adjust his position on the sofa. Steve ran one of his hands over his face, Robin and Max looking at you out of the corner of their eyes; the first girl because she was checking up on you, trying to act as if she didn't know anything about who the real father was and the second one because she was surprised by this twist. "Hmm- I don't think we were anymore." You shook your head, Eddie raising his eyebrows at you. "I need air." You stated and went out of the cabin. It was a really wet place, maybe that's why Eddie's hair was curly all the time, and that, plus the uncomfortable situation you were going through with your friends made not enough air going to your lungs. Eddie got up from his seat immediately and went out after you, Steve following him outside instead of trying to stop him. It was a great chance for the three of you to talk. You were walking away from the boathouse, Eddie didn't care that he could be seen.
"Don't do that, y/n. You know we were still together two months ago."
"It's Steve's okay? Steve is the father." You turned around to look at Eddie. You knew he was following you because you hear his footsteps after you. Steve allowed you to say it was his, he would do anything for you even if that included raising a child. He loves kids anyways. But after seeing Eddie's defeated expression, this didn't seat right with him anymore. When you looked at Eddie, Steve was behind him. "So you cheated on me." You couldn't believe he even thought about you cheating on him, but you didn't show him any sign that you didn't, you just stood there and turned your back to him, wanting to get to Steve's car. Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, tears began to form in his eyes and him doing his best to hold them back. Since he broke up with you, you've barely talked to each other, just you asking him how was he doing and him asking you the same. But now he really needed to talk to you, and he also needed you to talk to him. "Look man—" Steve got in Eddie's way, interrupting his thoughts and trying to have a converstion with him in the most pacific way as the boy tried to reach you again. "I'm not talking to you, Harrington." Eddie shook his head, walking past Steve and hardly bumping his shoulder against Steve's, making Steve tremble on his feet. Steve let out a huff, recomposing his posture, and blocked Eddie's way again, Steve's hands pushing Eddie's shoulders back. "Back off, Munson."
"Or what?" Eddie confronted Steve. He was sure that that kid was his. As much as you wanted to make everyone, he and yourself believe that it was Harrington's, Eddie knew that two months ago you were still together and that you would never cheat on him. "Hey!" You turned around, angry at their behavior. Steve had his fists twisted in Eddie's t-shirt, your ex-boyfriend with his arm up in the air aiming at Steve's face. You walked in between them, pushing Eddie's shoulders, making him take a few steps backwards to not fall. "You broke up with me! You left, Eddie, you left me because you didn't think I could take all of this shit you're in! Now, It's me who thinks you can't take this. So stop following me and go back to the fucking boathouse before anyone sees you."
That night Steve went back to talk to Eddie. Both men sat at the wharf, their legs dangling but far from touching the water. At first, Eddie was hesitant to talk with Steve, rolling his eyes and going back to reading the comic Dustin brought him when he saw it was Steve. "We need to talk." Your best friend was as uncomfortable as Eddie was with his presence after what happened. Steve went and sat first, Eddie going after knowing that Harrington wouldn't leave until he said what he needed to say.
"Does she know you came here?" Steve shook his head, mumbling a soft 'no'. Eddie let out a sad chuckle. Just as he thought, Steve came on his own because you didn't want to know anything about him. "You left her. You don't leave a girl like y/n." Steve was annoyed by Eddie's little laugh. He looked at the man sitting next to him, he stopped smiling and there was no sign on his face that he was doing it any time soon. "You've definitely never been accused of murder, Harrington."
"Don't bullshit me." Steve said and shook his head at the same time. "You know that baby is not mine." He confessed to Eddie, his eyes shining in contrast to his sad expression. "And you know I still love her." Eddie confessed to Steve, he nodded at his words. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I would've gotten her involve in this." That was the part that Steve didn't believe. He had seen you cry for Eddie, kicking your feet while talking about how much you loved Eddie, angry at him because of how much loved him, and now carrying his child. Eddie had known you for much longer than Steve yet he seemed not to know the things you'd do for the ones you love. Especially for the love of your life. "She has been involved in this for three years now. She's been by my side killing creatures from hell itself, risking her life going into another dimension for her friends, fighting against Russian soldiers but you know what I've never seen her doing? Backing out. You didn't even give her the chance to help you, you just pushed her away. And I'm not saying you deserve any of this..."
Eddie rested his forehead on his knees, covering his face from Steve's sight. They sat there in silence, for the first time it wasn't awkward, Eddie thanking Steve's company and Steve giving Eddie some time. "You can't tell her I told you, you know, that the baby is not mine. I promised not to tell you, I'm breaking her trust in me just by coming here." Steve got up from the floor, cleaning his hands on his jeans. Eddie nodded, he mumbled a soft 'thank you' to Steve, him replying with just a grimace.
Steve left, leaving Eddie alone there again, in the same position he'd been for the past fifteen minutes. He wanted you back, he wanted to raise that kid with you and form the family you've always dreamed about. How could he have done that to you? God, he felt like an idiot, but he'd do anything to have you back.
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this Christmas season, let's remember the classics
* EDIT: I've thought about it and I feel like I should provide a transcript because this video isn't subtitled (I just ripped it from YouTube,) so apologies for this becoming a Very Long post but it's just the right thing to do. I tried to make it as accurate as possible but there might be some mistakes.
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Joel: I think it's, uh, kinda hot to be wearing these scarves in here.
Crow: Oh, well, scarves are a must. You can't go caroling without a scarf, you'll catch your death!
Joel: You know, you are like one of those kids I remember in, uh, high school that used to sell the most candy bars for the marching band.
Crow: Haha, yeah.
Tom: President of the swing choir, too.
Crow: Ahaha, thanks Joel Robinson, thanks Tom Servo.
Tom: What a kiss-up, this guy...
Crow: Ah, okay, now, if you'll all look at your sheet music, uh, we can rehearse my new song.
Joel: You wrote a Christmas song?
Crow: Hey, there's no tradition like a new tradition, haha!
Tom: Wait a minute— "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas?"
Crow: Uh, yeah, yeah! Based on my favorite movie, Roadhouse.
Tom: C'mon, what the heck does Patrick Swayze have to do with Christmas?!
Crow: Hey, you keep Christmas in your way, and let me keep it in mine, okay?
Tom: Ugh, jeez...
Joel: C'mon, Servo, it seems like a nice enough sentiment. We can give it a shot.
Crow: Alright, okay, okay, uh: 12:8 time, key of A flat major— and, Cambot, shoot 'em the tune!
[instrumental melody begins briefly & ends]
Crow: Okay, you'll just have to stay with me, everybody, okay?
[Tom singing along with the melody]
Crow: All your parts are written out. "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas" by Crow T. Robot.
Joel: "All: 'Let's Have a Patrick—'
Joel & Tom: '—Swayze Christmas...?'"
Crow: Right. Hit it, Cambot!
[instrumental melody begins again]
Tom: Oh! Oh, I start! I get it.
Crow: Yeah, I'm sorry...
Tom: Okay, pick it up. Uh, mm...
[singing begins]
Tom: Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in. /
Crow: We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin. /
Joel: And Santa can be our regular Saturday night "thing..." /
Crow, Joel, & Tom: We'll decorate a barstool and gather 'round and sing. /
Tom: Oh! Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year, /
Crow: Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear! /
[singing stops]
Joel: Oh, oh, hold it a second, Cambot stop it.
[music stops]
Joel: Uh, Crow, I don't know if I think this is an appropriate sentiment anymore for Christmas.
Crow: Hey, like a good action sequence don't belong at Christmas?
Joel: W-well, no, it's just that I've never heard of a action sequence in a Christmas carol before.
Crow: Well then, grab hold to your socks and read on, Joel Robinson!
Joel & Tom: Okay.
Tom: Pick it up from measure 20, Cambot.
[instrumental melody begins again]
Tom: Lovely intro, very tasteful.
Crow: Thank you.
Tom: I like that...
[singing begins again]
Tom: It's my way or the highway this Christmas at my ba-a-ar. /
Crow: I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car. /
Joel: I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till, /
Crow & Tom: I think that that right-jolly-old-elf better make out his will! /
Joel & Tom: Oh, /
Crow, Joel, & Tom: Let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all! And this can be the haziest, /
[instrumental flourish]
Tom: Oooooo~ Haha.
Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the laziest, /
[instrumental flourish]
Crow, Joel, & Tom: This can be the Swayziest Christmas of them all! /
Tom: La, la, la, la, la, la, la, ha-ha~ /
[song ends]
Crow: How long before it becomes a standard?
Joel: I think you gotta come with me, c'mon.
Crow: Aaaaaaaahhh!!!
Tom: Ugh, we'll be right back, heh. Save a leg for me! Heheheheh...
[MST3K theme music plays]
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