#edit: hey sorry turning reblogs off on this for a bit

[somehowmags]

man it makes me really sad when people ignore the religious theming of soldier poet king to be like “well its about my blorbo/dnd character now” bc like...dear wormwood is such a deeply religious album religion and god are so central to the whole thing that it feels really like...disingenuous to try to erase the religious themes of any of the songs. like you are looking at this beautiful piece of art about love and heartbreak and the apocalypse and god and intentionally discarding a central theme so it can be more easily consumed. why did you listen to the christian indie folk rock band if you didn’t want to hear christian indie folk rock. im not even christian but it bothers me

[nickfowlerrr]

everything comes out teenage petulance

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, talk of insecurities, talk of rejection, virgin!reader but no smut - just mentioned, mutual pining - requited love - leaning toward idiots in love, hurt/comfort, pet names (sweetheart, doll), happing ending per usual. if i’m missing something important, pls lmk!

words: 4.3k

aspen!!! it’s crazy you sent this bc i was just about to start writing a little bucky fic and what better gif to use than this 😌 lol seriously perfect timing! tysm 🥰🫶🏻

and another huge thank you to you, ray for helping me out with the final edit!! @whatever-lmaoo i appreciate you sm! 🫶🏻

notes: had an idea, saw this gif, and then bam! here we are. yes i was clearly listening to down bad while working on this, but i promise it is not as sad as the song! also this fic is insanely self indulgent and i’m not even a little bit sorry lol. i do hope you enjoy this, and thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so so appreciated! let me know your thoughts 🩵

You’re holding in the emotions threatening to spill out of you as you step off the elevator to the living quarters of the tower. You know no one else is here, everyone out on missions or gone for some downtime out of the city, but still, there are cameras everywhere and you don’t need your impending breakdown to be recorded.

You pull your slipping bra strap up your shoulder and mindlessly pull at the hem of your dress as you walk further into the darkened living room, your heels clicking on the floor as you go.

Your head is down as you near the kitchen so you don’t see the light radiating from the open fridge, but you hear it as the door closes loudly. You startle and whip your head to the kitchen, finding the one person you really don’t need seeing you in your current state staring over at you.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you breathe as you have a hand over your heart. His mouth is open as his eyes scan your body, roving up and down and making you feel even more self conscious than you were before. “What are you doing, I thought I was the only one here for the weekend?”

“Little early for Halloween, isn’t it?” He asks, ignoring your question.

Your brows furrow in confusion, “What?”

“You’re dressed like a clown, aren’t you?”

You’re essentially frozen as you take in his words. The fear that came over you at his surprise appearance had your self pity and consciousness forgotten for a moment but now it was back. And it was worse. You don’t do anything but stare at him for a second, you’re afraid if you speak or even try to move you will break down in tears and - fuck - you can feel your eyes welling as they begin to sting. You take a sharp breath and swallow hard, nodding once as your lips purse and you blink. You turn stiffly and walk away without a response.

He’s right behind you, though and you don’t make it two steps before Bucky grabs your arm.

“Wow, hey, come on, I was joking,” he breathes a disbelieving laugh as he tries to turn you toward him.

You fight him and pull your arm away, “okay,” you huff, just wanting to get away from him before the dam really breaks.

He lets you go but trails behind you as you walk faster down to your room.

You push your door open and don’t turn around as the tears finally begin to fall, trying to shut the door behind you without having to look at him.

He sticks his foot in front of the door as you try shutting it and keeps it open.

“Go away,” you nearly growl through tears, your voice sounding tight and if he hadn’t already caught on to your crying, there was really no way to deny it now.

He doesn’t say anything but he does push your door open enough to slip through it. It falls shut as you stand with your back to him, sniffling and trying desperately to stop the flow of tears that are drowning you, arms crossed over your chest as you work to control your breathing. You just want him to leave you alone so you can cry in peace.

“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, I really didn’t mean it, I was just kidding,” he begins softly, “but you and I both know I’ve said worse to you before, so,” he hedges, “maybe it wasn’t what I said that made you cry…”

“I dont wanna talk about it, Bucky. Why are you even here? Just leave me alone,” your voice trembles despite yourself.

He sighs heavily and you see him from your mirror as he runs a hand through his hair and takes a cautious step closer to you, “Yeah,” he breathes, “I dont think I’m gonna be able to do that, sweetheart.”

You bristle at the petname and can’t help the sob that leaves you as the reminder of how your date went tonight plays in your head.

“Go away,” you whine as more tears fall and you try to turn further from him - as if that were possible. Your eyes squeeze shut in a futile attempt to stop crying, a pathetic pout on your lips as you try to stifle your sobs.

A gentle pull on your arms has you turning around, you don’t have it in you to stop him as Bucky gingerly pulls you closer. You’re too embarrassed to open your eyes as you cry harder and when you feel his strong arms around you, holding you to him, the tears only come faster. You feel yourself lean into him as you mindlessly bury your face in his chest, hugging him tight like he’s the only thing keeping you upright.

His warm hand is rubbing up and down your back as your walls continue to crumble around him.

“It’s not fair,” you blubber like a child into his shirt.

He doesn’t respond, waiting for you to continue as he keeps rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you, his brows furrowing as he wonders what could’ve happened tonight to cause this.

He’s never seen you this way and he hates it - hates that you’re upset and crying, anyway. The way you feel in his arms, holding onto him like this, well that’s a different story…

He’s keeping his anger at bay until he knows exactly what went down, but he knows you had a date tonight, and the only reason he’s here when he had plans to be out of town this weekend is because you were going to have the place to yourself, and he couldn’t get the idea of you bringing your date back here alone out of his head. Immature, sure, but he didn’t know what else to do but wait around to scare whoever it was you were out with away before they had a chance to so much as see you out of your shoes.

He’s even more grateful now that he decided to change his plans last minute. He was surprised to see you coming in alone, and if he wasn’t so caught up in how damn good you looked tonight, he probably would’ve noticed your mood before he decided to open his stupid mouth. But that’s your thing; the teasing, the bickering, the tit for tats. He was expecting a jab right back, but when he saw your eyes watering at his words, he felt sick. He couldn’t let you walk away crying, he couldn’t stand to see you so upset. Especially because of him. But now, as you stand here in his arms, so uninhabited and vulnerable, he knows it wasn’t because of him. And when he finds out exactly what or who it was that made you so upset… god help them.

“It’s not fair,” you mumble your cry again, “I just,” you hiccup, “why can’t I be pretty,” you sob.

It’s takes a second for the words to register before Bucky can react. “What?” he questions harshly, pulling you away from him, his hands on your arms as your tear streaked face and bleary eyes peer up at him.

Your eyes squeeze shut again as your crying continues and you fall into him again, not wanting to look at him as you make your confession. “I just want,” you cry, “to be pretty. I want someone to like me. To love me,” you eke out, your heartbreak evident in your voice. “No one loves me,” you mutter defeatedly. “No one’s ever loved me and no one is ever gonna love me,” you sob, grabbing his shirt as you cry into his chest harder.

“What exactly did this asshole say to you?” Bucky knows he needs to calm down but what he’s hearing from you right now is going to drive him insane. Why in the world would you ever say or think this about yourself? Your date had to have done or said something, he’s sure of it.

“Nothing,” you dismiss, “I mean, nothing wrong or mean. They were nice about it, I just,” you can’t help but cry more. “I’m not their type. Which is fine,” you try to shake your head and rationalize yourself into stopping crying, “that’s fine, I know I’m not everyone’s type,” you gesture vaguely down your body, “and I wasn’t super into them, either, I was just trying to put myself out there for once and I just, ugh,” you bemoan. “I dont know why I was expecting anything different. It’s never been different, won’t ever be different. I’m just, me. And they said what everyone always thinks, I’m a sweetheart, I’m just not their type,” you shrug before your tears bubble up once more and you let your face fall back into Bucky’s chest.

“If I was skinny, or pretty, or nicer,” you babble before Bucky cuts you off.

“Doll, stop it,” he orders firmly, surprising you as he suddenly lifts you effortlessly off your feet and has you clinging to him as he walks the short distance to sit you on your bed.

You’re stunned silent as tears continue to roll down your cheeks and even more surprised as Bucky kneels before you, making sure you’re looking him in his clear blue eyes. His gaze is intent and penetrating and you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. He’s so close…he’s never been this close to you before and you feel your breath trapped in your chest as you watch him.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says seriously, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world and you’re an idiot for ever thinking otherwise.

His sincerity has your stomach twisting and your shame and disbelief has your tears falling again.

Your lips quiver as your pout remains, and you shake your head.

“Don’t do that,” he admonishes, hand gently grabbing your chin and making you look at him again. You swallow hard at the soft touch and the tenderness in his eyes. “Hear me when I say this, doll. You are absolutely beautiful. Exactly the way you are. Fuck ‘type’.”

You wince at his words, and you can’t help but look away again. It’s easy for him to say, he’s goddamn gorgeous and everyone knows it.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to say, but you really just don’t get it,” you shake your head. “You could walk down the street and get anybody you wanted with one look,” you smirk softly. “You’re everybody’s type.”

“You don’t need to be anyone’s ‘type’, sweetheart,” he says.

“Yeah, and I’m not,” you reiterate harshly before taking a breath, not wanting to work yourself up again. This is stupid and you know it and it feels even more mortifying to be talking about this with not only the most attractive man you’ve ever known, but also the man you’ve been down bad for for so long. Deep down you know you don’t really care what most anyone else thinks, there’s really only one person you care about not finding you attractive, and you’ve worked to get over that sting of unrequital for a long while now, but fuck, everything just feels so heavy tonight. It’s not even that it’s just not him, which still gets to you every time you’re reminded of it, it’s that it’s not anyone.

And it’s not that you even want anyone else… you don’t, but knowing there’s really no one interested in you, the very real prospect of being alone forever, it got to you tonight…

“You don’t know that,” he says lowly.

“Bucky,” you roll your eyes, not only in annoyance, but also to keep the threatening renewal of tears at bay.

“So what you’re not some random person you don’t even like’s type,” he dismisses, placing his hands on your thick thighs as he stays kneeled before you, and you aren’t sure if he even realizes he’s doing it as his thumbs rub there softly, “you’re my type,” he defends.

You could curl up into a ball right now and die, there is no way you’re this fucking pathetic you have Bucky Barnes on his knees trying to convince you he thinks you’re pretty. As if this night couldn’t get any worse or more embarrassing.

You’ve seen the people Bucky has brought back here before. He certainly had a type, and you are certainly not it.

“You don’t have to say that, Bucky,” you blink away from his gaze. “It’s nice that you feel bad for me,” you sniffle, wiping at your tears with the sleeves of your dress, “but you really don’t have to.”

“Why do you think I feel bad for you?” He questions, moving to look you in the eyes once more, his confusion clear on his face.

You shrug, turning your head to again avoid eye contact, “I’m pathetic,” you laugh sardonically, wiping at the tears still slipping, slower now but still evident.

“You’re pathetic?,” Bucky chuckles, his soft touches on your thighs ceaseless. He bites his lip as he glances down to his hands, spreading his fingers wide before he squeezes you a bit, and if you aren’t reading into it, you’d say he seems the slightest bit nervous, his hold on you as much to try to comfort you as it is to comfort him, “I’m the one who bailed on guys weekend just to make sure you didn’t bring anyone home tonight,” he admits, causing you to finally look him in the eye again. What did he just say? You’re baffled and it’s evident as your brows furrow and you frown. He continues, “Or if you did, to make sure they wouldn’t stay long,” he half smirks, half grimaces.

“What?” you breathe out.

“Not the most mature move, I know, but,” he says, running a hand through his hair before he rubs the back of his neck, having the decency to at least be a little embarrassed by his plan. “The thought of you with someone else…anyone else,” he shakes his head. “I can’t stand it.”

You can’t possibly be hearing what you’re hearing, right? You don’t move or speak for a long moment as you try to make sense of what Bucky’s saying to you because clearly you’re not hearing correctly.

“You can’t stand…” you process aloud, “the idea of me being with someone?”

He breathes a laugh as you stare at him dumbly, his nervous habit of pushing his long hair back from his face shines again while he chuckles. “Doll, I can’t stand the idea of you being with anybody who isn’t me,” he clarifies.

“What are you-?” you shake your head, “What do you mean?”

His big hands return to your thighs as he gently squeezes you. “I mean that if you had come home with someone tonight, I would’ve made sure they didn’t stay more than a minute to say goodbye.”

You snort a laugh, wiping another tear from your cheek. That’s crazy.

“Please. ‘M not that kinda girl anyway, Buck,” you say. “I uhm,” you clear your throat, clearly a little uncomfortable with what you’re about to say, but fuck, you’ve already embarrassed yourself this much tonight, what’s a little more confessing gonna hurt, “I’ve never…done, anything. With anyone.” You admit, looking down at your hands in your lap.

It’s a moment before Bucky speaks again.

“Never?”

You shake your head slowly side to side, lips pursed, “No,” you murmur.

“That’s impressive,” he breathes.

You quirk a brow at his response.

“Mean, you gotta be batting people off like crazy,” he says, his warm hand once resting on your thigh now thoughtlessly trailing down the soft skin of your leg.

“No,” you state slightly annoyed and ever embarrassed. “Not like anyone’s ever been interested,” you trail off.

Bucky laughs again, not so nervous now, more in disbelief, “You’re so blind,” he muses, “I feel so bad for everyone who has ever been interested in you.”

Your face shows your taken offense but Bucky keeps talking before you can say a word about it.

“If you really think no one’s ever been attracted to you, you’re fucking crazy, sweetheart.”

You gape like a fish for a millisecond, opening and closing your mouth as you blink down at your thighs, his metal hand holding your right thigh softly and the fingers of his right hand dancing along the exposed skin of your left.

“I’m not crazy,” you mutter as his hand slips higher up your leg.

“You are,” he argues lightly, “and you make me crazy,” he says softer, blue eyes gleaming up at you. “Have you not heard a word I’ve said tonight?” He pauses, debating on whether or not he wants to say what he’s about to say before he decides to throw caution to the wind and finally admit his true feelings to you, as clearly as he possibly can this time. “You’re all I ever think about. Not just because of how pretty you are, either,” he smirks, growing more confident now and loving the way you react to his touch as his hands smooth along your soft thighs, goosebumps rising in his wake as he hears your breathing stutter. “It’s so much more than that,” he breaths in, “it’s every single thing about you. Your snark,” he smiles, “your strength. Your bravery, your stubbornness. Your lame jokes,” he pauses to admire the slant of your lips as you fight a soft smile, “your laugh. Your kindness, your friendship. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. The whole damn package, doll. And that’s without even bringing looks into it, because fuck,” he scoffs, “it’s a real shame you don’t see what everyone else sees.”

You dare a glance back at his penetrative gaze, “…And what, exactly, is that?” you reply timidly, but desperately wanting to hear his answer.

“A real life goddess,” he admires as he leans closer to you, his hands now well under the hem of your dress as they inch further and further up your thighs.

Your stomach is in a flurry as a tingle sparks inbetween your legs at his touch.

He leans up to you slowly, testing your waters as he gets closer and closer to your lips. You’re barely breathing when his nose brushes yours and you take a shaky breath when his hands leave your thighs and come to gently hold your face.

“You’re insanely pretty, and likable, and lovable, and you don’t need to be skinny for anyone to find you attractive. You’re gorgeous, inside and out. And I don’t wanna hear you talking about yourself like you were ever again, you hear me?” He questions quietly, intent but caring as he holds your glistening gaze in his.

You nod lightly, knowing tonight you weren’t your typical self. You had a hard night, and you let those old mean, destructive and intrusive thoughts get to you. You really do know better, but you’re human. And everybody has those days. You’re suddenly feeling even more grateful for Bucky’s unexpected presence tonight. If he wasn’t here, you’re sure you’d have spent the night in a spiral of self hatred and pity and would’ve probably cried yourself to sleep.

Your tears are dry now, though. And Bucky is still so close, his touch so gentle as his brilliant blue eyes swim with his care for you. You’ve seen it before, but it’s never felt so real and intimate as it does now, knowing what you know now.

He’s here tonight because of you. For you.

He’s not expecting anything, and you’re not sure how much you’re ready to give, but as he smiles that lopsided smile at you, you can’t help yourself as you lean into him, too. It’s slow and cautious as your lips brush his, and then you let your eyes flutter closed as you finally kiss him. It’s almost embarrassing how many times you’ve dreamed of kissing Bucky, but none of them played out like this, none of them ever came close. His lips are soft, his hands firm as he holds your face and you readily let him lead you as he kisses you back.

It ends all too quickly as he pulls away slightly, his tongue slipping past his lips as he savors the taste of you, his forehead touching yours as he maintains your closeness.

“And just for the record, I don’t think you look like a clown,” he shakes his head while you let out a quiet laugh. “I think your makeup looks great, and this dress,” he sighs with a near groan, moving his hands to settle on your wide hips, squeezing ever so slightly, sending more sparks to light in your core as you almost mewl at his touching, “I know you know you look good,” he smirks. “I was just being stupid wanting your attention.”

“Well,” you start with a slight eye roll, “I mean, who could really blame you?”

He smiles brightly at that, his laugh warming you as he leans in to kiss you again. “There’s my girl,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Your girl?” You ask, a near whisper as his words have your heart skipping a beat, eyes still closed from the kiss before you slowly blink them open. He nods.

“If you wanna be,” he breathes, blue eyes bearing into yours. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to finally admit how crazy I am for you without making myself look like a complete idiot,” he simpers, his signature smirk on display, “obviously didn’t avoid that, but, now you know. I’m crazy about you, doll.” His thumb rubs your cheek softly as he keeps you close, “I wanna be with you,” he breathes, “in any way you’ll have me. So, if you wanna be my girl,”

You smile softly, nodding as you cut him off, “I wanna be.”

You see his toothy smile before Bucky kisses you hotly as he surges up without warning, hoisting you up with him as you squeak into his mouth, arms clinging around his neck as his own hold you under your bottom. His strength is so effortless it surprises you for a second, but in an instant you get more comfortable in his hold as he continues kissing you. His smile grows on his lips as you kiss him back in kind until you’re forced to break away for a breath.

“I’m not happy you were so upset earlier,” he says as he catches his breath, forehead pressing to yours as you tuck his falling hair behind his ears while he holds you, “but I’m so fucking glad you came back here alone.”

“Well, I’m not happy you were trying to ambush me,” you joke, “but I’m really glad you were here tonight,” you whisper the words as your hands play in his hair, noses brushing, you’re still so close.

You’re staring into each other’s eyes until your gaze falls to his lips. Bucky kisses you again, so much softer than he did before.

“Me too,” he whispers softly. You smile and then pat his shoulders. He gets your message and gently lets you go as your heels touch the floor.

“I know it’s late,” he starts, closing the small distance between you as he takes a step closer, not wanting to be too far from you, already missing your proximity, “but you were expecting a nice date tonight, and you didn’t get one,” he sighs, “I just don’t think that’s right,” he exhales with that ‘hear me out’ purse of his lips. You eye him expectantly, fighting a smile as you wait for him to get it out.

“What do you think about catching a movie and grabbing food at that place you like? With me,” he adds as if it wasn’t obvious, earning a bright laugh from you for the first time tonight. “It’s a Saturday, so you know they’re open late anyway,” he rambles.

You lean into him with your shoulder as you stand so close to each other, getting his attention back on your face as you smile. “I would really like that, Bucky,” you nod. “I’m just gonna,” you wave a hand around your face, “fix this up a bit.”

He laughs as he rubs a streak of black from under your eye, “still beautiful,” he simpers.

Your entire body warms at his touch and his admiration as you grab his hand gently in yours and pull him closer. He seems to read your mind as his arms circle you and he leans in to take your lips in his.

It’s sweet and so natural it’s hard to believe you guys hadn’t done this sooner. The friendship was always there, but you never knew the feelings were too. All this time you convinced yourself your harbored feelings for Bucky were unreciprocated, and all the while, he was trying to figure out how to confess his own to you.

You laugh quietly into the kiss, amusement playing on your lips as you think back on every encounter you’ve had with Bucky that had you falling harder and harder for him.

“What’s funny?” He asks as you part with a grin.

“It’s just, all so obvious now,” you giggle. “I always thought I was reading into things with you, that you were just being nice, just wanted to be friends,” you trail off, swaying closer to him in your heels. “But, this whole time,” you blink up at him, lips parted gently as he keeps your body to his, holding you close.

“This whole time,” he simpers, a soft smile on his lips. “What the hell took us so long?”

“Uhm,” you muse aloud, “probably our combined stupidity,” you joke as he chuckles, his smile never wavering as he keeps his eyes on you, “but, let’s just call it fate,” you shrug on a soft exhale. You lean closer to Bucky even more, letting your lips brush his again, the feeling one you don’t think you’ll ever tire of, “no better time than the present, right?”

[won4kiss]

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YOU STIRRED AWAKE WITH A KNOWING DEEP SENSE OF DREAD.

the familiar, unwelcome ache in your abdomen signalled the start of a tough day.

as you rolled over in bed, clutching your stomach, you realize your period has arrived with a painful vengeance.

the cramps are more intense than usual, and the deadly mood swings are already making their presence known.

riki, your playful and loving boyfriend, was already up and about.

he poked his head into the bedroom with a bright grin, clearly in a great mood, not mixing well with your own. — more under cut !

"morning, sleepyhead! want some breakfast?"

his cheerfulness is usually contagious, but today, it grates on your nerves harshly.

you mustered up a weak smile and shook your head.

"no, ki. not today, sorry."

he pouts, but you can see the mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.

"oh, come on. you need to eat something. how about pancakes? or waffles- i could even make some-"

"did you hear not hear me? i said no, riki,"

you snap, a bit harsher than intended. the pain and frustration coursing through your body getting the better of you.

riki's smile faltered.

"okay, okay, no need to bite my head off,"

he mutters, looking hurt. he turns away, muttering something under his breath.

the guilt of your actions hits you instantly, but the pain is relentless.

you grab your pain relievers from the bedside table and swallow a couple, hoping they'll kick in soon.

as you lie back down, you hear riki moving around in the living room, but you can't bring yourself to get up and apologize.

minutes pass, then an hour. the cramps show no sign of letting up, and the painkillers seem to be doing little to no help.

you hear riki's footsteps approaching again, and he peeks into the room, this time with a more grim expression.

"do you need anything?" he asks, his voice gentle and soft.

"just some peace and quiet," you mumble, turning away from him.

you couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing quite well you've hurt his feelings.

he doesn't say anything, just closes the door softly behind him.

you felt a pang of guilt again, but you're too exhausted to do anything about it.

you told yourself you’d apologize the next time he makes his way into the room, with a grin making its way onto your features thinking about your boyfriend.

you close your eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep and escape the pain for a little while.

suddenly, you hear the front door open and close.

you sat up, alarmed. did riki just leave? panic sat in quickly.

what if he left because you snapped at him?

the thought made your eyes well up with tears. you didn't mean to be so harsh; it was just the pain talking.

you curled up on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, and let the tears flow.

you feel utterly miserable, both physically and emotionally. the cramps are bad, but the thought of riki being upset with you is even worse.

time passes slowly, each minute dragging on like an eternity. you hear the front door open again, and a wave of relief washes over you.

riki's back. but you're still crying, and you don't want him to see you like this.

the bedroom door creaks open, and riki steps in, carrying a large shopping bag. he freezes when he sees you crying, his face softening immediately.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asks, rushing to your side worriedly.

"i... i thought you left because i snapped at you," you choke out between sobs.

riki looks at you with a mixture of confusion and concern.

"why would you think that? i just went to get something."

you look at him, your eyes red and puffy, making his heart break.

"because i was so mean to you, and then you just left."

he places the bag on the floor and sits beside you on the bed, pulling you into his arms gently.

"oh, baby, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to make you feel that way." he gently strokes your hair, his touch soothing.

"you didn't," you whisper, sniffling.

"it's just... everything hurts, and i feel so bad for snapping at you."

he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes.

"it's okay. i know you're in pain. i should have been more understanding."

he kisses your forehead, then reaches for the bag.

"i went to get you some things to make you feel better."

curiosity piqued, you peek into the bag as he pulls out various items.

there are your favorite pads, a selection of chocolates, a cute teddy bear, and a huge selection of your very own comfort foods.

your heart swelled with gratitude and love.

"ki, you didn't have to do all this," you say, your voice trembling, all a sudden feeling incredibly emotional.

he smiles softly.

"i wanted to. i hate seeing you in pain. i’d do anything to make you feel better."

you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"thank you. you're amazing."

he giggles, that familiar playful spark returning to his eyes.

"anything for my girl."

he kisses you again, this time on the lips, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes you forget about the pain for a moment.

for the rest of the day, riki stayed by your side, pampering you with affection and care.

he heats up a warm towel for your stomach, brings you snacks, and even puts on your favorite movies.

when the pain becomes too much, he holds you close, whispering soothing words and rubbing your back.

as the evening goes on, the pain starts to dull, and you feel a sense of comfort and peace.

riki's presence, his love and care, make all the difference.

you cuddle up to him on the couch, the teddy bear clutched in your arms, feeling safe and loved.

"thank you, riki," you murmur, your head resting on his shoulder.

he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"no need to thank me. i love you, and i'll always be here for you, no matter what."

“plus.. who else would deal with your mood swings?”

you smile at his words, finally feeling the day end as you close your eyes, snuggling into his warmth.

despite the rough beginning, the day has turned into one filled with love and tenderness, all thanks to riki.

and as you drift off to sleep, you know that no matter how bad things get, you'll always have riki to depend on.

© won4kiss 2024

tl open ‹𝟹 @luvlyhee @sjyunnsworld @suneng @pnghoon @shawnyle @laylasbunbunny @privareum @briefsaladfun

[supernaturalgirl20]

Hey, could you do a fic about Joel knocking up the reader, while living in Jackson? He's such a baby daddy and Everytime I read fics that says he pulled out during sex, I always think "hm, someday he's gonna get someone pregnant" since it's a very ineffective birth control hahaha

Thanks for the request 🥰 I’ve made this one more angsty from the last pregnancy request but it has a happy ending 😉💕

And Then it Happened

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, Joel is an asshole, mentions of cheating, unplanned pregnancy, little bit of angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of abortion, cursing, fluff, anxiety.

A/N: did a quick edit on this so sorry about any mistakes 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The weight of Joel’s arm around your waist felt heavier than normal and the way his hand was splayed across your stomach had anxiety coiling tight within your chest. 

You should have told him last night, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He had seemed so happy and relaxed for the first time since settling into Jackson that you didn’t want to take from it. 

A groan slips past his lips as he moves his hand from your waist to lay back against the mattress. 

“Mornin’.” His voice is husky with sleep as he pinches the bridge of his nose, his body stretching out his tired muscles. 

“Mornin’,'' you whisper back, a slight quiver in your voice as you turn to face him. He looks at you from beneath his hand with a furrowed brow, his eyes tracing the contours of your face as if he’s searching for something. 

“Everythin’ alright?” His hand falls away from his face as he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You hum in response, but you can tell from the expression on his face that he isn’t buying it. “I’ma try that again and this time I want the truth,” he turns on his side to face you, his thumb tracing along the seam of your bottom lip as you pull it between your teeth. 

“You bite your lip when you're lyin’ darlin.” His eyes are full of warmth as they gaze at you, and you gulp nervously as the butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach. 

Your breathing becomes ragged and your heart beats harder against your chest as you work up the courage to tell him. 

“I’m pregnant,” you mumble quietly waiting with bated breath for him to say something. “Darlin, ya gotta speak up. I didn’t catch what you said.” 

You can feel his thumb rubbing gently against your cheek and you have to close your eyes to stop the tears from falling. “I'm pregnant!”

The motion of his thumb stops. His hand pulls away from you as he sits up abruptly in bed, the movement drawing your attention to him. 

“What?!” He stutters. His hand runs anxiously through his hair as he stares down at the duvet. You sit up and slowly reach out to him, but he pulls away, his eyes darting quickly to your face. 

“I'm pregnant,” you whisper, almost on the verge of tears. His eyes drift to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “No!” He says it so harshly you flinch. “How the hell did this happen? I ain’t ever cum inside you.” 

“I mean, pulling out isn’t a fool proof method, Joel. It just…” He’s shaking his head and when he looks at you again the warmth in his chocolate-brown eyes is gone. 

“I ain’t ever got anyone else pregnant pulling out. You must be seeing someone else. It ain’t mine.” His words cut you deeper than any knife ever could. You pull the sheets over your naked body as you begin to sob. 

He’s up and out of the bed in a flash as he quickly grabs his clothes off the floor. You want so desperately to reach out and touch him. For him to drop everything and wrap you up in his arms but you know that isn’t going to happen. 

“I - I haven’t slept with anyone else. It’s only been you. I thought we were…” He scoffs as he turns towards you. “You thought we were...what? Together. It was just sex. I told you from the start I couldn’t give you more than that. That I couldn’t give you anything other than someone to share a bed with and you were ok with that.” 

“I was. Until I wasn’t and now, I’m pregnant and whether you like it or not, this baby is yours.” You stand, pulling the sheet around your naked body as you move around the bed towards him. “I love you, Joel. I have for a long time I just didn’t want to scare you away. So, I kept it to myself. I know you have issues from your past and that you lost Sarah…”

“Don’t!” He shouts. “Don’t you dare bring her up.” His finger is pointed at you angrily and his breathing is ragged as he tries to keep himself calm. 

“I’m sorry. I just meant that, I get it. You’re scared and that’s ok because so am I. But we can figure it out together.” You try to move closer to him, but he pulls back. 

“I can’t.” He stutters, his eyes now fixed on your stomach. “I can’t do this again. I won’t. I’m sorry.” He grabs his shirt and throws it over his t-shirt before leaving your room, the door slamming loudly behind him as you stand there staring after him. 

When you hear the front door slam shut you break down crying. The sound of your sobs fills the now-quiet house. You knew he wouldn’t be happy, but you didn’t think he’d abandon you. 

Sitting back against the side of the bed you move your hand to rest over your stomach. “Guess it’s just me and you.” 

***

The weeks that followed were tough. Joel avoided you as much as possible and when he couldn’t, he barely spared you a glance. 

You had asked Tommy to stop putting you on patrol with him, it was too much being in such proximity to him when he wouldn’t even acknowledge you. People had started to talk so it was easier if you went your separate ways. 

“Ya sure?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised in question. “You and Joel make a great team.” You nodded. “It’s for the best.”

“Somethin’ happen between you two. Joel’s been grumpier than usual.” He stood leaning against the door with a soft smile on his face. 

“Just didn’t work out, that's all.”  Tommy didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push you on it. “He ain’t gonna be happy bout this, ya know?” 

“I don’t care. He’s gonna have to get over it. Also, I was hoping to speak to Maria. Is she about?” He nodded before tilting his head to the side. “She’s out back. Want me to get her for ya?”

“Is it ok if I head on back?” He nods, stepping aside to let you pass by before he grabs his denim jacket. “Will you tell Maria I’m gonna head out and find Joel. Gotta go and break the good news to him.” 

“Sure. And Tommy, make sure he’s alright for me.” He winks at you before closing the door behind him. You make your way out back to find Maria planting some seeds, baby Luna cooing up at her from her stroller. 

“Hey,” you say softly, hoping not to startle them as you walk out into the garden. “Oh hey, I wasn't expecting you.” She dusted her hands on her jeans as she stood to greet you with a hug. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about something. Tommy said he’s gone to find Joel.” Maria smiles at you before bending down to pick Luna up. “Sure, let's head back inside and I’ll make us a cup of tea.”

“So, what’s up,” she asks, placing Luna in her highchair and making her way to the stove to start boiling the water. You shift nervously from one foot to the other and when you don’t answer, Maria turns around to look at you. 

“Everything ok?” Her eyes are wide with concern and when you start to cry, she rushes over and pulls you into a tight hug. “It’s Joel, isn’t it? I knew it. I told Tommy somethin had happened between you two.” 

Her hands rubbed your back soothingly as you calmed down to a quiet sob. “I’m - I'm pregnant. It’s Joel’s.”

“Well, that’s obvious.” She teases as she pulls back slightly. You let out a little laugh before you sob again. 

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything I just ....”

“No,” you shake your head, wiping the tears from your face. “Joel doesn’t think it’s his. Well at least I think so…I don’t know. He said that he’s never…. ya know…cum inside me so it couldn’t be his but I told him that the pullout method isn’t guaranteed. Sorry, I’m rambling.”

Maria shushes you. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Jesus, I knew I didn’t like him for a reason. Asshole. You ain’t been with anyone else since he got here. Hell, anyone with a set of eyes can see you’re besotted by him.”

She pulls away and makes you both some hot tea before ushering you into the sitting room. “Here,” she hands you a cup and takes a seat beside you, Luna sitting happily in her chair eating some porridge. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper as you take a sip of the hot liquid. You don’t know if you can do it without him. “Well first things first, are you keeping it? If you don’t want to, we have options here. You can take some herbs that will terminate the pregnancy.”

Shaking your head, you place the cup on the coffee table. “No, I want to keep it. I’ve - I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Never thought I’d get the chance.”

“Ok, then we can help you. You won’t be alone in this. Tommy and I will be there and Ellie. Does she know yet?” 

“No. I haven’t said anything, and I don’t know if I should. It’s not my place and besides me and Joel, we weren’t together like that.”

“Oh, bullshit. Who said that Joel? He’s more delusional than I thought. You two were joined at the hip, you were practically married. And look with Ellie it’s up to you but she is gonna find out eventually, I mean you’re gonna start showing and then what?”

“I know. I’ll think about it. What happens now?” You reach out and take your cup in hand again, sipping slowly on the warm tea. Maria smiles as she glances at her daughter. “Well, we have a scanning machine so the doctor can determine how far along you are and if the baby is doing ok. He’ll give you the vitamins you need to be taking and keep a regular eye on you.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. Didn’t think those were still available.” You smile over at Luna as she makes grabby hands at Maria. 

“Yeah, we found one at the nearest hospital and Tommy brought it back hoping it would still work, and it did. He was a little over-cautious when I was pregnant.” She laughs as Luna bounces happily in her lap. 

“We should get you over to him now, that way we know for sure what’s going on.” Maria stands and quickly bundles Luna into her stroller ready to take you to the doctor. You make it to the end of the street when you bump into Tommy and Joel. 

They’re laughing at something Tommy said but as soon as they spot you Joel's face goes serious. All four of you stop and Joel just stares at you. It’s awkward. Tommy and Maria share a look, but you don’t notice, too caught up in the way Joel is staring at you. 

“Where are my two girls off to?” Tommy asks as he pulls Maria in close for a kiss. The sound of his voice breaks Joel from his trance and his gaze drifts to Luna who's cooing up at him. 

“Just bringing Y/N to see Jason.” You can feel Joel’s eyes on you again, but you refuse to meet his gaze, focusing instead on Tommy.

“You’re not sick are ya?” He asks, worried, as his eyes drift to you. You shake your head and glance at Joel before meeting his gaze again. 

“Alright, we’ll leave you, ladies, to it. See ya home for dinner,” he says to Maria before kissing her softly. “Yeah. I’ve left everything simmering on the stove so just wait until I get back.” 

Joel’s gaze follows you until both you and Maria are out of sight. “Alright, what the hell is goin’ on with two? And don’t say nothin, 'cause that ain’t nothin.” 

Joel huffs out a breath as he stares at his brother, the crease between his brows deepening. “She’s pregnant,” He snapped. 

“And you ain’t happy bout it, I take it?” Tommy asked, quickly masking the shock on his face.  They continue to walk, making their way through town towards the empty bar. Joel exhales loudly as he takes a seat at the bar. “I don’t know how I feel,” he sighs as Tommy hands him a glass of whiskey.

He tips his glass in the air towards his brother before downing the golden liquid. “I never thought I’d ever be a dad again, not after…not after Sarah.”

Tommy refills his glass, taking a sip of his drink. “I know. But you’re a dad to Ellie, what's one more.” He leans across the bar, eyes focused on Joel as he picks at a beer mat. “And you love Y/N, even if you can’t admit it out loud. Joel, I’ve watched you struggle my whole life, I’ve watched you blame yourself for Sarah but guess what? It ain’t your fault. None of it is. This is your second chance at a normal life, if it were me, I’d grab it with both hands. Hell, I already did. We’re safe here. So, what’s holding you back?”

“I don’t deserve it.” He gulps back his second glass and bangs it down on the bar before standing and leaving Tommy alone. 

“Stubborn ass,” Tommy shouts after him.

***

You’ve begun to show. A small bump that was barely visible from a distance but a clear sign to the people of Jackson that their community was growing. 

Ellie had found out about the baby and has been practically living at your side since. Joel had told her after his night with Tommy and even though you’re not sure what exactly he told her, you’re happy it didn’t cause a rift between them. 

“I hope it’s a boy,” she beams as she helps you prepare dinner. You smile at her as you cut up the potatoes. “I have a feeling it’s a girl. Call it mother’s intuition.” 

“As long as I can teach them how to hunt, I’m happy with either.” You snigger and she smiles up at you, happy to see you laugh for once. 

“Joel thinks it’s a girl too,” she says as she peels the carrots, her smile fading when she realises what she’s said. Her eyes drift to you and when she sees you standing still, hands shaking slightly she pales. 

“M’sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to bring him up…I just….” You shake your head, placing the knife gently down on the countertop as you untie your apron. “I’m just - I’m gonna just head to the store. I completely forgot the flour for dessert.” 

Rushing out the door you let your legs carry you as you try to catch your breath. He thought you were having a girl. Had he been talking about the baby to Ellie? Does he want to be a father now? 

Your mind was racing with these thoughts, and you were distracted when you turned the corner. A gasped breath leaves your lungs when you see Joel laughing at something the pretty blonde woman said. Who the fuck was she? 

You feel your heart shattering into little pieces and your lungs tighten as you take in the happy expression on his face. You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, but before you can move, he turns and catches your gaze. 

Something flashes behind his eyes, and he starts to move towards you but you don’t want to talk to him. Can’t bear for him to tell you he’s moved on, so you run home. 

The door closes behind you and you rest your head against it, willing your lungs to take the breaths you desperately need. A soft knock startles you, but you already know who it is. 

“What do you want Joel?” You ask as you turn to face the wooden door. You can hear him sigh deeply from the other side. “S’not what you thought, darlin. I promise.”

“And what is it you think I thought?” You can feel a deep anger bubbling away beneath the surface of your skin. 

“Please - please just let me in and we can talk.” You scoff. “Now you wanna talk. You had over a month and instead of talking to me, you completely ignored me.”

“I know, darlin’ but please, just let me say my piece and if you want nothin to do with me still, I’ll leave you alone.” That ache in your chest starts again and you find yourself torn between wanting to hear him out and telling him to fuck off. 

“Fine. You have ten minutes.” You turn the handle and open the door to find him standing with his hands in his jeans pocket, head facing the ground but as soon as he hears the door open, his gaze meets yours. 

“Hey.” His eyes take you in, lingering on the swell of your stomach, something he hadn’t noticed until now. His breath catches at the sight, and he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you. He knows he can’t. 

“So. You’ve moved on then?” You start as you move further into the house, Joel hot on your heels. 

“What?! I ain’t moved on, no that’s - shit that’s not what that was I promise.” He sighs, running his hand down along his face.  “She’s helping me with something.”

“Sure.” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Does she know you’re about to have a baby you want nothing to do with? That you abandoned the woman who loves you.” 

“You shouldn’t love me. I’m not a good man. I ain’t good enough for you darlin. There are a lot of other men here that are far better for you than me.” His hands are at his side now and you can tell from the way he flexes them that he wants to reach out to you. 

“I don’t want other men. I just want you,” you whisper. “Do you love me?”

“It’s not that simple. I - I’m scared darlin’.” His voice breaks and you can see he’s holding back tears. 

“I hate to break it to you Joel, but love is fucking scary. It strips you raw to the bone and leaves you vulnerable but that’s also the beauty of it. I never thought in a million years I’d find it in this fucked up world and yet I did. I love you, Joel. I love Ellie and this baby and even Tommy and Maria and loving all of these people put me at risk of getting hurt but I love them anyway.” 

You take a deep breath, eyes drifting towards the window before you meet his gaze again. “I know you’re scared. Scared to have connections, scared to love but guess what, so am I. Everyone is. But I’m willing to take the chance, are you?” 

He nods as he releases a breath. His shoulders relax and the hard planes of his face soften as he shifts closer.  It’s like a switch has flicked for him and he realises what an idiot he’s been. 

“I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry for everything. I never meant those things I said that morning, I was just scared is all. I know that ain’t no excuse but it’s the truth.” His eyes drift to the small bump visible beneath his plaid shirt. 

He wondered where that shirt had gone. He smiles softly at the idea that you’ve been wearing it this whole time. He wants to reach out and touch you. To run his hand over your bump but he doesn’t. 

“Let me prove I can give you more, that I can be the kind of man who deserves you and our baby. Please darlin’,” he begs, his eyes pleading as he moves closer. You feel a swell of emotion rising in your throat, threatening to spill out and even though there’s a small part of you that still hates him for what he said that morning, an even bigger part loves him more than life itself. 

Words escape you but with a simple nod of your head, he slips an arm around your waist pulling you close. The other cradles your cheek, his thumb rubs circles into your skin as he stares at you lovingly. 

“I’m gonna make it up to you baby, I promise. We’re in this together, always.” A watery smile spreads across your face and his eyes drift briefly to your lips before he begins to lean in. When his lips touch yours it’s as if a spark has been lit and you can’t help the soft moan that slips out. 

The kiss becomes more heated by the second and he pulls you closer, so close that you can feel the warmth from his skin seeping into you, that you can feel the evidence of his arousal against your thigh. The sound of a door closing upstairs startles you both. “It’s just me. Is it safe to come down now? I’m just gonna head to Dina’s and then you two can get back to sucking the face off each other,” Ellie calls from the hallway before she makes her way into the kitchen. 

Pulling away with a laugh, Joel rests his head against yours. “So, you weren’t flirting with that woman?” You ask for the second time. He chuckles, unable to think that your jealousy is anything but cute. 

“I promise you, darlin’. I was just trying to get some stuff for the baby. Was gonna gather as much as I could for a nursery at the new house and then I was gonna come to beg for forgiveness.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief. Thank fuck, you think to yourself as you wind your arms around his neck. He slips his own tighter around your waist and you close your eyes and breathe him in. He smells of whiskey and citrus. He smells like home. 

“What new house?” You question as you pull away slightly. 

“Oh, you told her. Finally, can I come with you when you show her,” Ellie’s voice sounds from behind you and you both turn to face her. 

“No kid, you got school, remember,” Joel says, his voice a little stern as he tilts his head towards the front door. 

“Ugh, fine. Whatever. I’ll see you later.” She huffs out as she turns to leave. Joel turns his attention back to you and he smiles down at you as you look at him with confusion on your face. 

“Come on, got somethin’ I need to show ya.” He links his hand with yours and guides you out of the house and down the street. “Where are we going?” You ask as you look around, the houses slowly fading away as he pulls you towards a small house at the edge of Jackson. 

“This,” he says as he pulls you to stand in front of him. His arms slip around your waist to cradle your bump. “Is home.”

“Home?” Your voice squeaks as you take in the once-dilapidated house, now fully refurbished. He hums as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Yeah, home. Been working on this since you told me you were pregnant. Roped Tommy into helpin’ me too. It’s not much, but it’s ours. Somewhere for us to call home and be a family.” 

A strangled sob escapes from your lips and he turns you in his arms, holding you close as he tilts your chin upwards. “The minute I left you that mornin’ I regretted it. Went straight to

Tommy and told him I wanted to work on this for us”, his hand moves to rest on your bump, “for our family.”

“It’s got plenty of room. Four bedrooms, a nice size kitchen and a living room. Ellie already has her stuff moved in and I think I’ve got most of the things we’ll need for the baby. Now all that’s left to do is ask if you’re willing to move in with us. With me.”

“Yes. Yeah, I’m ready.” He smiles brightly at you before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. 

“Wanna see it, darlin’?” You nod your head and twine your fingers with his as he leads you inside. You gasp in awe as you take everything in. It’s beautiful. Homely. Somewhere you can picture yourself for the rest of your life. 

“I love it, Joel.” He smiles, “come on, I wanna show you the nursery.” He leads you up the stairs and down the hall to the last room on the left. He holds the handle in his hand and turns to you with a smile. “Ready?”

You nod. Heart racing as he slowly opens the door, and you gasp when you see the way he has decorated it. A pale yellow adorns the walls with pictures of animals in small frames. There’s a small crib in the middle of the room and a little dresser to one side. On the other, there’s a rocking chair and a small bookshelf beside it with a few books already littering the shelves. 

“Joel - Joel it’s amazing. I can’t believe you did all this. Where’d you find everything?” He stands beside you with his arm around your waist. “Found most of it on patrols. Borrowed the chair from Lauren,” he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear, “the woman you were jealous of. And I made the crib myself.”

“You made it? Oh, Joel…” you begin to cry, and he pulls you close kissing the top of your head. “Shh, baby. It’s alright. I want our little one to have the best is all.” 

“Thank you. I mean it…this is amazing.” He leans in and kisses you softly. “Gotta provide for what’s mine. Now, how about I show you our room,” he teases as he quirks a brow. 

You shake your head as you giggle. “Go on then.” Your new shared room is right next door and when you walk inside you take a quick look around. It looks cosy. A huge bed, two lockers and a bookshelf with some of your favourites. 

Your heart swells but you don't get to dwell on it as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you gently onto the bed. He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body and the swell of your stomach with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered. 

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing. He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air. 

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair. 

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted since that last morning. 

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body and he’s quick to help you. Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them. 

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs, careful not to crush you or the baby. 

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat. 

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost out before pushing back in. 

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his fucking mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips. 

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly. 

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him. 

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. He rolls his hips again and again until he cums, groaning loudly as he spills inside you. 

He slowly pulls out and reaches over the side of the bed to grab his tattered t-shirt, using it to clean you up.  He collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest. 

His fingers trace a pattern into your skin. “Ellie said you think it’s a girl.” You watch as a smile edges its way onto his face, his palm resting gently over the swell of your stomach. 

“I don’t think darlin’, I know. She’s gonna be pretty like her mama. Cheeky like her big sister and she’s gonna have me wrapped around her little finger.” A hint of sadness washes over his face and you reach out to touch his cheek. 

“Hey, you ok?” He smiles then, his eyes glossing over with unshed tears. “Yeah, darlin’. I’m happy it’s just…”

“You’re thinkin about Sarah.” His eyes widened. How do you always know what he’s thinkin?

“Yeah. She always wanted to be a big sister. She’d be so excited about this little one.”

“Maybe we could have Sarah be her middle name. A way to remember her big sister.” Joel smiles pulling you into him as he crashes his lips to yours. “You are amazing’ darlin, you know that? Got my whole world right here,” he says, cradling your stomach once more. 

“Don’t forget about me,” Ellie shouts from her room. You both turn to look at the door. “How the hell did she come in without us knowin’?” Joel shifts to lean on his elbow. You shrug your shoulders as a small giggle escapes you. 

“Think it’s funny do ya?” He begins to tickle you and you start to laugh loudly. “Are you two done? Because I’m starving.” 

Joel laughs then, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “Suppose we better get up and make some dinner. Then I’m gonna rope Tommy into helpin’ me move your stuff over.”

“Sounds like a plan, Miller.” You watch as he dresses and makes for the door. He turns to face you, “better get used to that name darlin’ cause you’re gonna be a Miller soon too.” With a wink, he opens the door and makes his way downstairs leaving you alone, shocked at what he just said. 

Mrs Miller. You like the sound of that. 

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Transcript at the end!

I decided to maybe start posting these on TikTok! Since i don’t really have a choice but to turn in into a video I may as well use it, right? But! I want to post it on my main account… so I want to play a game!

If you’re the first person to guess my main account I’ll… uh. Tag you? Draw something for you? I don’t know, I’ll do something! I just wanna do a fun game!

Rules: no trying to figure out who I am irl, that’s rude. First person to guess my main account can ask for something (something APPROPRIATE. this isn’t legally binding and I can say no but I’d like to do something like do a doodle for you or tag you. Or maybe do an extra long tweet for your suggestion?)

Hint: I post about Billy Batson a lot on there too so it’s not a needle in the haystack thing. Im just curious if I’m super obvious or not and I think it’d be fun to make people guess hehe.

You can put your guesses in the replies, asks, tags, or reblogs! I always look at all of those things!

Edit: Just realized the transcript may be a bit off but I don’t have time to fix it rn, sorry :(

Transcript:

Flash: Hey cap! We’re good pals right? And good pals always help each other out, right?

Cap: what did you do

Flash: what! Why do you assume I did something?? Can’t a man ask for validation every once in a while without being judged? Do you hate men being vulnerable, captain marvel?

Cap: Sorry, Flash… I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. That was really wrong of me. You’re a really good friend and I always trust you to have my back in battle :)

Flash: awe that’s so sweet! You’re such a kind and generous guy! So kind and generous in fact that I’m sure you wouldn’t mind stopping by London with some cash?

Cap: sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why are you cashless in London?

Flash: Funny story actually! I’ll tell you all about it when you get here!

Cap: Flash. I don’t have cash.

Flash: none? You gotta have SOMETHING.

Cap: I mean yeah, I do have currency, but not the type that would be accepted in London haha

Flash: oh American bills are fine! The Subway I’m at accepts them I already asked before I realized I’m all out of cash

Cap: You want me to fly to London to pay for your subway order???

Flash: You have super speed so you’ll be fine! And I’ll pay you back! Pleaseeeeeeee cap I need this I’m completely out of energy and can’t run back home without eating first :((((((((((

Cap: I don’t have American bills either tho

Flash: liar. You just said you had currency.

Cap: I have FAWCETT currency. I have Drachma, gold, uncut gems, obols, enchanted flowers, etc. Unless they accept knowledge of ancient spells lost to time and you’re prepared to pay me back with something of equal value?

Flash: you know what? I think I’ll just call Superman.

Cap: Nice talk! Good luck convincing him to leave his anniversary date with Lois to pay for your poor planning ;)

Flash: uuugghhhh you’re the worst. Think Batman will send a jet to pick me up?

Flash: ignore that. That was a dumb question. I’ll just walk.

[asterifish]

Hi could I request a Pervy domtop yandere soobin x sub male.reader? And the rest can be up to you

Hellooo! Im so sorry this has taken so long I've been busy with finals and personal stuff 😭

i hope this is what you wanted, i made soobin a bit of a stalker, and it took a big turn at the end.

Following you.

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M/n always had tue feeling that someone was following him, but wvery time he looked around, nobody was there.

As the months passed, m/n because more and more cautious of his surroundings. He moved apartment buildings twice, and for a while it got peaceful. One day as m/n was leaving his college campus to go to work, he got the dreaded feeling again. Rushing to the Café he worked at, he almost slammed the door behind him, scaring a nearby customer. Apologizing silently, m/n rushed to tell his boss that he was clocking in so he could get to work.

An hour passes, and that dreaded feeling is still lingering. As m/n walks around the Café, he can feel someone staring ar him. Walking back to the counter, he quickly scanned the Café, his eyes meeting those of a man. The man was sitting all the way in the corner of the café. M/n recognized him as a man he'd served at the beginnung of his shift.

After telling his boss he was taking a break, m/n walked over to the man in the corner. Sitting down, he frowned. "Can I help you with anything? You keep staring at me... Its making me a bit uncomfy." M/n tried to keep the frown off his face, but he knew that it was still prominent on his face.

The male aceoss from his smirked and leaned foward. "I cant help it baby, you're just so pretty.." M/n almost jumped out of his seat, but stopped himself. "I'm taken, sorry." He lied, and then excused himself from the table. Before he could get very far, a voice stopped him cold in his tracks.

"Dont you ever wonder... What that feeling is? That dreaded feeling of someone following you? Who it could be..?"

M/n turned around so fast he almost fell, but the man was gone. Breathing quickly and quietly, m/n ran to grab his stuff, shouting to his boss that it was an emergency and he had to go. Once on the street, m/n scanned the roads for any sign of the man. Shivering, m/n headed home, makin sure to lock the door behind him.

This, was his first mistake. As soon as m/n turnes around, he came face to face with the man from the Café. "H....how did you get into my-" m/n was cut off by a harsh kiss to his lips, which took him by suprise. Dropping the bag that was in his hand, m/n tried to push away the other, but he was much stronger.

As the stranger led m/n deeper into his house to the bedroom, ge thought about screaming. But the more he thiught about it, he realized how subtly gentle the other was being. The stranger was being rough, but instead of throwing m/n on the bed and ripping his clothes off, he gently put m/n on the bed, and just tugged the clothes off of m/n's body, making sure they didnt rip.

A few minutes pass, and the stranger is licking up and down m/n's chest while playing with his nipples. M/n was almoat lost in euphoria, moaning softly, loving the way it felt. When the man started licking at m/n's nipplez, he lost it, arching his back and letting out a loud moan.

"W..wait.. S-" m/n was about to protest, but stopped himself. The man looked up at the latter, curiosity in his eyes. "Yes love?"

M/n looked closely at the man. The one he'd been running away from for 2 years. That "sweet, caring" man that he'd.... met before? Those eyes were.. Familiar?

"Soobin?"

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HEY!!! woah cliff hanger :/ im about to run out of acreentime, so Im thinking of making this a 2 part req!! Please let me know if you want me to continue this! If not I'll definitely edit this when I get my phone back and finish it :)

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2023 | © @asterifish

[duckprintspress]

Sorry for being a little in the dark, but can you explain what happened with NaNoWriMo? Or at least point me towards some resources pls?

Hey anon!

Never apologize for that. Life is so fucking busy, no one can be apprised of everything going on all the time. Our brains would break even trying. Anyway, multiple things have happened with NaNoWriMo, but for the current debacle, the best answer is probably to read their own words as appended in a reblog to my original post about how to delete.

The TL:DR is, to paraphrase NaNo's own words (after they got a sponsorship from ProWritingAid, an "AI" company), they support using "AI" as part of NaNoWriMo, accusing people who disagree of being ableist and classist.

Having read both their statements, they at least imply that they mean "AI" such as grammar checkers, rather than generative "AI," but they don't actually clarify and it's at best ambiguous if they include generative LLM as being allowed and reasonable. When people got upset with them, they doubled down, saying things like "not everyone can afford an editor," which as someone who personally couldn't afford an editor and so taught myself to edit at a professional level over ten years, I'll own I find a fucking insane and insulting take. A lot of us worked our asses off to learn these skills, and it's not classist to suggest that other people...can learn too. But also...like...if I was certain they only meant grammar checkers, I might be a bit more forgiving (I mean, I use Word's grammar checker, though it's often wrong), but which LLM usages they're actually defending isn't clarified and they jump right to defending their position by tarring people who disagree with them as -isms, and that's some kinda bs argument right there.

To be clear, I think policies banning people from using LLMs in events like NaNoWriMo or on platforms like AO3 is an exercise in futility. Bans are unenforceable, and attempts to moderate will turn into harassment tools. The line between "work written by someone who isn't proficient yet" and "LLM" isn't clear, and policing that line would consume huge amounts of moderating effort for basically no benefit. IMO, for places like AO3 the best bet is simply transparency, as in, people using LLMs should fucking tag it.

To be clear secondarily, putting my "I own a small Press" hat, if someone sends us something verifiably LLM-generated, they will be permanently banned, but honestly, even something I can't verify as LLM-generated, like. Won't be good writing. It might be technically precise but an LLM can't generate a coherent story because it can't think or remember. It's just a word-probability engine. We've never had an LLM-generated submission to the best of my knowledge, but if we did, well. Ban hammer.

Anyway. Sorry. I got off topic. The point is, NaNo basically said we were all ableist and classist because we want people to write (even if they write badly!) for the...write a novel challenge.

And this made a lot of people very angry.

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Hawkins University : The Munson Edition

AN: Hey y'all! I'm sorry for the brief hiatus, my birthday was last weekend and my family came to visit last Monday. From now on, I will be posting on Fridays! Anyways, we're diving more into Eddie and Bug feeling some physical attraction ;) We're about halfway through! (Don't worry, once Eddie is over we get Steve + I would be down to do blurbs of Eddie and Bug <3 ) Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Also pls remember reblogs and comments are appreciated ! I love feedback!

→ cliches: friends to lovers, heavy use of nicknames instead of Y/N, we're all just struggling college kids, Music Tutor! Eddie, Resident Assistant! Reader, good girl x bad boy, instant connections, 'I don't trust most people but I trust you', 'are we friends or more?', and 'I can't believe you're such a slut that you have a special dtf drawer...'

→ warnings: mature topics, drinking and drug usage, strong language, bullying, mental health, discussion of suicide and self harm, mature thoughts, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairing: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

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Chapter 5 

Eddie’s POV

Eddie didn’t want to admit it at the time, but he was so nervous about having you over. Sure, you were over every weekend and usually it was the two of you alone, but never were you staying in his room. You always stayed in the living room or kitchen, both of you out in the open. He had sort of asked you in a spur of the moment need of a distraction. He would usually bother Nancy or Steve, but Nancy was headed to visit her little brother in the nearby town, while Steve had planned on sleeping over at Rob’s for their weekly movie nights. So he asked you, which wasn’t usually a big deal. But Eddie didn’t just like you or think you were cool. Eddie thought you were gorgeous. He often shook off the thoughts because he knew you were often stretched thin with both of your jobs and he was on the verge of failing a course, a relationship out of the cards for both of you. Plus, Eddie knew you were such an exemplary student and a high achiever. He was embarrassed to admit he felt ‘lesser’ around you sometimes due to being a ‘super senior’ in high school and being older than you despite you both being Sophomores. Sure, being 22 in comparison to being 19 or 20 wasn’t a whole lot, but Eddie still felt some shame. 

Eddie raced around his room after his quick shower, panicking and trying to tidy the place a bit. He wasn’t extremely messy, just often disorganized. He hid his cuffs and ropes which had been left out after a previous encounter, along with putting away clothes and trying to make the room at least look presentable. You were headed to your dorm to grab some clothes and such, sure to be headed his way soon. When Eddie could finally see the floor and felt secure in knowing his special toys were in their box and shoved under the bed, he began to calm a bit. 

Well…at least for a bit. But then his thoughts began to wander. 

Did you wear a bra to bed? Would you be okay with sharing the bed? Or should I take the couch? Would you cuddle? What if you did, without a bra, and- Shit. 

Eddie sat at his desk, his cock half hard, mind swirling with sinful images picturing you without a bra, one of his t-shirts on you. He imagined the way your breasts would move without the restrictive fabric, the way they’d feel against him with only a thin layer between the two of you. His cheeks flushed as he groaned softly, trying to shake the thoughts away. Eddie sighed and looked toward his phone, cursing himself for not thinking this through. He’d have to be cautious so as to not be so turned on with you here. 

He saw his cracked screen light up, his heart thumping at the sight. He picked up the phone, able to read the message despite his very fucked up cell. 

Bug: On my way!

He sighed softly and decided to head into the kitchen, readying the movies and snacks. There were sour gummies for you and chocolates for him, along with a bowl of popcorn and sodas and beer. He laid them out while staring at the movies he had picked. Most were cheesy retro slashers, both of you bonding one weekend over a love for goofy horror films like Killer Klowns From Outer Space and Frankenhooker. Eddie rented both films and was excited to giggle with you over the campiness of it all. He had placed all the snacks on the coffee table and made the movies ready to go when you knocked on his door, surprising him. 

He came up, opening the door, only to feel his chest tighten and his cheeks heat. 

You stood there, face free of the makeup you sported earlier, and clothes much more casual, a pair of pajama bottoms and an oversized shirt on your upper half, sneakers on your feet. You smelled fresh, like you had quickly showered and washed off all the sweat you had built up that night. But Eddie was really flushed at how gorgeous you still were dressed down. He also noticed one thing he knew he would have to pretend he wasn’t noticing. 

You didn’t wear a bra. 

You beamed at him, your smile causing the rest of the blood not already there to travel lower and his stomach to flutter. 

“You gonna let me in, Munson?” You joked, eyes glittering with mischief. 

Eddie stepped aside, grinning sheepishly, ushering you in. 

Good God, he was fucked. 

You and Eddie sat down on the couch, giggling at the ridiculousness of Killer Klowns and Eddie doing his best to make you laugh at his impersonations. By the end of the third film of the night (which had been Elvira Mistress of the Dark, whom you and Eddie both had a crush on as kids), you were both crashing from your sugar high and yawning, with you rubbing your eyes sleepily. Eddie ushered you to the bathroom, letting you brush your teeth and wash your face. You used the restroom, only to groan and open the door, clearly looking embarrassed. 

“Eddie…I may have to go home.” 

Eddie walked over, frowning down at you. Only your head was peaking out of the bathroom, only leaving him to guess what was wrong. 

“What’s wrong, Bug?” 

You looked like you wanted to melt into the floor, making Eddie’s stomach twist. Were you okay? He felt a sense of fear wash over him as he worried that maybe he pushed you too far. 

“Y-yeah…I just, ugh, I- I got my period,” You mumbled, looking away. 

Eddie felt a wave of relief and sighed, smiling softly at you. “Oh thank God. I have stuff in the bottom cabinet closest to the toilet. So don’t worry about it. But I’ll drive you back if you feel uncomfortable.” 

You looked up in surprise and smiled softly, still looking a bit embarrassed. “Oh. Okay…Uh, I’ll-I’ll try to stay.” 

Eddie smiled and went back into his room, changing into his comfortable sweats and loose cut off Metallica shirt. He was in the process of fluffing his pillows when you came in, looking at him inquisitively. 

“What?,” He cocked his head at you, confused. 

“What’s up with the minor convenience store in your bathroom cabinet?,” You teased, sitting on the bed by him. 

Eddie froze up. You were referring to ‘the baskets’. Eddie would be honest, he knew he ‘got around’. He used sex in college as a form de-stress, a way to break away. He started last year as a freshman when he discovered that girls and guys alike in Hawkins liked rough around the edges men who wore makeup and played in bands. In high school, Eddie was ‘The Freak’ and consistently treated like some kind of weirdo. But in Hawkins? He was viewed as a devil's food cake, delectable and sinful. The ‘baskets’ had started as a little thing that Eddie did when having people over, so he could be the most amazing host. There was shampoo, deodorant, tampons, pads, midol, ibuprofen, salve, and more in the little gray tubs, all organized and neat. The ‘baskets’ were split into masculine and feminine products, seeing as Eddie swung either way. He wasn’t ashamed of it, but felt something stir in his stomach about you knowing about his hookups. He hadn’t had many once meeting you, aside from Chrissy a few times. But she never came over, and he’d truly slept with her maybe 3 times. 

“It’s…Uh,” Eddie scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, looking away. “It’s for when people come over.” 

You nodded, looking away nonchalantly before your eyes began to grow wide in realization, probably remembering the morning after pills stashed beside the period products. Eddie felt his stomach twist as you laughed a little, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Eddie. Darling. Light of my life. You have a Hookup Basket?!,” You giggled, looking over at him in shock as he pouted. 

“Hey, I just want to make sure people are comfortable when they are here,” He defended himself weakly, blushing red. 

“Eddie Munson, you are a manwhore. Lovingly, you are such a manwhore. This is the first time I have ever heard of a hookup basket,” You teased, Eddie pouting at you. 

He hit you softly with a pillow before getting up and heading to the bathroom, cheeks still red as apples. 

“Whatever,” He grumbled, pouting still. 

“Be sure to floss, manwhore,” You teased, leaving Eddie to groan in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth. 

You’d never let him live this down. 

Eddie sat in his bed next to you in the middle of the night, mind racing. He was woken up by a nightmare of failing all his classes, only to show up at a party naked, both you and Chrissy there laughing at him. It was a silly nightmare, truly, but Eddie couldn't help but be terrified of the reality. He was staring at his phone and reading a book when you sleepily sat up, eyes barely opened. Eddie would’ve thought it was the cutest thing ever if he wasn’t still panicking over his life choices. 

“Eds? What’re you doing up?,” You grumbled, eyes squinting at him in the dark. Your voice was slurred and drowsy still. 

“Jus’ had a nightmare ‘s all…Go back to sleep, Bug,” Eddie whispered softly. 

You sat up a bit, frowning at him. “Nightmare? Is everything okay?” 

Eddie sighed, putting down his phone and looking at you. The room was dark, only the dim light of the moon shining through the blinds to let him make out where you were. His chest felt tight. Maybe he could tell you what was wrong. 

“Have you ever wondered if you made the right choice? Or whether or not everyone was actually right in what they said about you?,” Eddie asked, heart thumping. He didn’t feel like you would relate, but he still wanted to get his feelings out. You stared at him silently, eyes begging him to continue. 

“I spent all this time in high school struggling only to finally make it to college at 20 and fail. I hate my fucking major, but going into just music is ‘impractical’ and I’m just going to wind up flunking and dropping out, disappointing Uncle Wayne by turning into my father-” Eddie was surprised by the blurred vision and tears falling down his face. His voice was cracking and shaking. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about this really, not even Steve. 

Eddie felt you grab his hand, softly squeezing. He sighed, tried to regulate his breathing, before continuing. 

“I almost signed up for Music Therapy when I first applied here. But everyone I spoke to suggested Production. Wayne, my advisor. And even the idea sounded cool. I could earn money and get to work with big names I love or meet new ones and help make music. But…god…it feels so soulless. I feel dread walking into those classes and the only thing that has kept me going is guitar or those snotty and bratty kids I teach at The Ghost Note, “ Eddie laughed humorlessly. His hands were shaking as tears still fell down his cheeks slowly. “I just don’t know what to do. I’m supposed to be the first gen student. I don’t want all of Wayne’s work to be for nothing.” 

You stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing the back of Eddie's hand soothingly before speaking. 

“Look, Eds…I don’t know much about music or even production. But what I do know is that you are an amazing teacher. I see your eyes light up when I finally nail something and…honestly? It’s an amazing feeling. And sure, you’re older than most sophomores, but who cares? Some people don’t get a degree until they’re like 40! And you’re blazing the trail for your family. Honestly, I think you’d do amazing in Music Therapy or Education. And plenty of people change their major. Don’t just stick to it because it’s ‘practical’. You deserve to love what you do, Eddie Munson. And no matter what you decide, whether it’s that you want to drop everything and suddenly move to California and be a rockstar, or you want to teach ‘snotty nose brats’ how to use music as an outlet like you do, I’ll be proud.” 

Eddie felt his heart be squeezed and his stomach twist. Could he follow his heart? You sure made it seem so. Eddie had always assumed he needed to ‘man up’ and do what was needed, but you made it seem so easy. Maybe he could turn this around. 

“Thanks, Bug.” 

“You’re welcome, Stinky. Now go the hell to sleep, you barely get enough as it is,” You yawned, laying back down and still facing Eddie. 

Eddie scrunched up his nose, frowning. “Stinky? What the hell do you mean? You always ramble about how I smell like apple pie!” 

You giggled softly, face already nestled in the pillow. “You definitely farted in your sleep at one point. I heard it when I woke up to go pee.” 

Eddie felt his cheeks heat to unimaginable degrees as he huffed and laid down, turning his back to you. “Liar. I did not,” He grumbled. 

You sighed, laughing a little before tugging gently at his messy bun. “Go the hell to sleep, Stinky. We can debate your farts tomorrow.” 

Eddie tried to keep a pout on his face but couldn’t stop the slight smile as he heard you begin to doze off before him, your light snores filling his room. 

He’d tease you about it in the morning. 

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[the-kipsabian]

Ayo! Greetings! I hope you are doing pretty well! I’m really sorry for asking this as I’m truly in dire need of help. My cat needs some immediate help for her surgery so I’m trying to raise some funds for her. If you have some spare time, please check it out the post that I have pinned for her, and if you feel it in your heart to help, please do us the favor by boosting the post or share it! Even if you cannot donate, spreading the word is definitely more than enough. Thank you for your kindness, and so sorry again for being this direct! <33

//update they blocked me instantly so hey anyone peeping this post or in their url tag just know this is a scam :) stay safe out there kids

you know what i feel in my heart

fuck no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogging ONLY FROM ORIGINAL SOURCES posts in the past two days so :)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i’ll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with “your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels”. this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

“pls consider answering this ask privately” lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (this isnt in this ask surprisingly, but im leaving it in here cause they do this occasionally still)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking “well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/” 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being blocked immediately after posting this, but i’ll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

[spideystevie]

I posted 2,051 times in 2022

That's 2,051 more posts than 2021!

235 posts created (11%)

1,816 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stevebabey

@bisexualpercabeth

@mistletoesteve

@sunshinehollandd

@familyvideostevie

I tagged 1,895 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#steve harrington - 482 posts

#✏️: fic recs - 280 posts

#stranger things - 200 posts

#joe keery - 119 posts

#✉️: asks - 81 posts

#📖: about a - 74 posts

#💭: a musings - 73 posts

#taylor swift - 67 posts

#midnights - 67 posts

#real - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#him wiping away and eyelash and you wearing his sweater and refusing to take it off because it’s cozy and warm and smells like him oh my god

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

sparks fly

summary: fireworks, the lake after dark & shoelaces

word count: 2.1k 

a/n: my first steve piece! i may have softened him up a bit but i can’t be bothered to care srry! somewhat edited and mentions of alcohol/drinking but other than that just some good ol’ first kisses going on. hope you enjoy &lt;3

masterlist!

The July heat makes the back of your neck sticky, beads of sweat pooling at the base of your hairline. The windows are rolled down, making your hair whip around and momentarily drying the sweat and cooling your neck. 

Steve sits next to you in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel and the other resting in the center console, dangerously close to your free hand. A piece of you wants to link your fingers together, pressing sweaty palms together. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before. 

Maybe it was only a life or death thing when you’re plummeting to what you think is your death in a Russian elevator. Or when your hands can’t stop shaking in the car when you drive to the tallest point in Hawkins after escaping. 

Regardless, you were still teetering the blurry line that rests in the ether between friends and something more. You were tuned into Steve’s hesitancy around relationships, respectful of it but you couldn’t deny your heart and the way it soared when he asked if you were free on the Fourth. 

You’re crouched on the ground, restocking the new releases section. The last thing needed to be done before you could lock up the store and leave. 

When you stand, you dust your pants off and take a step back, your body bumping into something, or rather someone. 

You stumble, body tense but relaxing when his hands grab your upper arms and his laugh reaches your ears. 

“Woah, you good?” you try to bury the lingering warmth of his grasp when he lets go as you turn to face him. You smile sheepishly at him and nod. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright, sorry,” he waves off your apology with a shrug, stepping around you to grab the empty cart and wheel it to the back room. You trail behind him, shrugging your vest off as you go.

It’s routine at this point as you stamp your timecard, grab your bag and shut the lights off behind Steve on your way out of the store. Steve’s already got his keys out when the door closes behind you. You dig through your bag for your own as he locks the door. 

“Hey, are you free this Friday?” he asks, straightening out and switching to his car key. Your hand locks around your keys as you look up at him. His face is lit up from the old and somewhat broken Family Video sign. 

“The Fourth?” you clarify, pulling your hand out of your bag and folding your arms across your chest. Steve nods, leaning against the locked doors. He’s still got his vest on you notice. 

“Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to like…watch the firework show the town fair is doing together or something. I know a nice spot and um…” his voice ebbs and his hands nervously fidget with his keys. You bite back a smile, willing the tingling in your stomach to subside. 

“Fireworks are..nice. Is Robin coming?” you ask, hoping he can’t see the slight nervous tremor in your hands. He shakes his head and he’s thankful for the dark to mask the twinge of color on his face. 

“No, no kids either. It’d, uh, it’d just be us,” his heart is pounding in his chest, eyes carefully analyzing your reaction. 

“Oh!” you struggle to hide your smile and it’s evident as it starts to seep through and onto your features. Your eyes lighting up and your mouth lifting at the corners. The apples of your cheeks rounding out. 

It’s quiet for a beat, as Steve stares at you, finding the way your skin is glowing to be one of his favorite views. 

“So, Friday?” you ask, and Steve blinks hard, nodding rapidly as to shake him from whatever trance he had been stuck in. You take a step towards your car, parked a few spots away from Steve’s.

“Friday. I’ll pick you up at 8,” he follows your lead, stepping towards his car. He unlocks it and opens his car door, body resting in between the door and his seat. You smile at him. 

“Okay,” you confirm, unlocking and opening your car door. You turn to him before getting in, feeling heat rush you when you see he’s still watching you. “See you, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes follow your movements as you start your car and pull out of the parking lot, down the road. “It’s a date,” he mutters to the empty lot, his hand tapping against the roof of his car before he gets in. 

————-　♡　————-

You’re broken from your daze when you feel Steve’s palm slide against yours, your fingers reflexively intertwining. They fit in the slots of his hand almost by design, like you had both been carved from the same stone. 

You risk a look at Steve. His gaze hasn’t left the road but you’re sure he can sense that your eyes are drinking him in because his smile twitches at the corners. The mixtape you had made for his last birthday fills the gaps in the silence. 

“So,” your voice breaks through the music and you angle yourself in your seat so you face him more. “Where’s this secret firework viewing spot you’re taking me to?” 

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856 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#4

sweet nothing

summary: five glimpses of sweet nothings

word count: 3.6k

a/n: based off sweet nothing from midnights. something about this song man. it’s not edited (boo) but i hope you guys like it &lt;3

1. tiny as a firefly.

There’s a lingering bite of winter in the morning air. You can’t remember Steve’s windows being opened last night but then again, you hadn’t been paying much attention to that. The bed grows cold without him lying next to you warming you up like the burning embers of a fire. 

A small breeze flutters the curtains. The air smells sweet, fresh like morning dew though it drives a shiver down the length of your spine. Steve’s old t-shirt’s done little to warm you up from the moment you put it on to brush your teeth this morning. You nestle yourself into the covers on his bed that still smell like him and now a hint of you intermingled. It elicits a small sound of bliss. 

The tap runs in the bathroom while Steve brushes his teeth. You hold a bundle of sheets close to you as you shift up towards the headboard. A tiny bit of heat creeps up your neck to your cheeks at the maze of clothes haphazardly left around his bedroom floor. 

Your gaze falls onto his bedside table and a disbelief crosses your eyes. It’s nothing major, something that would seem otherwise insignificant to prying eyes. A small pebble from the quarry, something he’d shoved into the pocket of his jeans on your first date. 

The water stops running and there’s a small clatter as he puts his toothbrush away. You lean across to prod at the gray stone, picking it up into your awaiting palm. 

“You still have this?” you call out. Steve pokes his head out of the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes soften into little pools of love when he sees you bundled in his sheets, slivers of bare skin showing from his shirt hanging off your shoulder and a tiny pebble in your palm. 

“‘Course I do,” he says like it should’ve been obvious. You look up at him as he walks back to his bed, pajama pants he’d thrown on this morning sitting low on his hips. You smile up at him, scooting over so he can crawl back into bed with you. 

The bed immediately feels warmer as you curl back into his side. He plucks the pebble out of your palm and rolls it between the pads of his thumb and index finger. 

“Told you I was gonna keep it forever,” he says softly, looking at you somehow even softer. You can feel your heart melt down into liquid gold. He presses a kiss to your temple, nose buried into your hair. Steve puts the pebble back onto his side table, next to a framed photo of the two of you on your birthday.

He turns back and all but tackles you back into a reclined position in his bed, a shriek like laugh escaping you. “Steve!”

Steve’s upper body lays across yours, his forearms framing the sides of your head and holding him up above you. He’s grinning through the smattering of kisses he’s placing all along the length of your neck and every plane of your face. Your fingers fumble for purchase on his cheeks, pausing his sporadic kisses to pull his lips down to yours. It’s gentle and tender like the morning, a sweet press of his smile against yours.

2. on the way home. 

“When does your class get out?”

There’s a slight beat of silence while you finish your mouthful of cereal. A clink of metal spoons against ceramic bowls from his parent’s kitchen cabinets while you rack through your memory for the correct time. 

“3:30,” you swivel towards him on your barstool, socked foot nudging against his calf. “Why?”

“So I know when to pick you up, silly,” his smile is boyish, crooked at the corners. You shake your head, smiling despite it. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you say, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into your mouth. Steve hooks a foot around the leg of your stool and pulls it closer to his. His arm goes around your waist to steady you, hand slipping beneath your shirt to rest against the skin there. He’s eating left handed now, milk drips onto the counter from his spoon. 

“‘Course I do,” he says over a half-chewed bite of honey nut cheerios. He swallows, sets the spoon in the bowl, looks at you. “What else am I supposed to do as your boyfriend besides drive you around?”

You pretend to think, humming to really sell it. He shakes his head at you with a slight laugh. 

“I dunno,” you settle, looking at the last few pieces of cereal floating in the bowl. You feel a little shy, sparing a glance at him with a sheepish smile. Steve thinks you’re heaven sent. “Tell me you love me, for one thing.” You keep going, gesturing with your hands. “Hold my bag when my shoulder gets tired, loan me your clothes, kiss m-”

And he does. Kiss you. Right in the middle of your teasing ramble. Your bottom lip curved between his. It’s simple, sweet, leaves you with warm cheeks and a racing heart like it’s the first time all over again. 

It takes restraint not to run out the classroom doors when your professor ends the lecture. You know what’s waiting for you outside the doors to the building. A pretty boy leaning up against a flash of maroon, sporting a proud grin reserved for you. 

Just as you imagined, he’s there at the front of the parking lot. His sunglasses perch on his nose and he’s leaning his back against the passenger side of his car. You light up like stars in a night sky when you see him, feeling an almost magnetic pull to him. 

Steve slides his sunglasses up to rest on the top of his head, a few wavy tendrils slipping onto his forehead while you walk up to the car, breaking into a jog when it’s close enough. His arms open at his sides, ready for you to slip into them, molding yourself back into one celestial being. 

Your arms go around his shoulders, his around your waist best he can with your backpack on. Hugging Steve always feels like it’s own way of coming home, something reaffirming and sure as the sun rising and setting. You settle onto your feet, arms sliding down until your hands rest over his chest. 

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1,643 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#3

i knew

summary: 4 times you knew steve loved you + 1 time you knew you loved him

word count: 3.3k

a/n: title from the lizzy song where i got the idea from. i truly didn’t plan on this being as long as it is but i got carried away. takes place leading up to volume one. there’s a small amount of angst at the end but it’s mostly just lovesick idiots. 

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1. when he gets you a card

The day is slow at the bookstore but you don’t mind. It had been a week from hell as far as you were concerned and you felt like the universe owed you at least a small semblance of peace in the form of a quiet, late morning shift. When noon rolls around, the bell above the door rings.

“Welcome in,” you call out without looking towards the door.  Your customer service voice sounds nothing like you and you subconsciously wrinkle your nose at the sound of it.  You’ve made yourself busy behind the counter, still not looking up even when there’s no response, and hope whoever it is doesn’t need any immediate help. 

Your back is turned for a moment and someone clears their throat behind you. You let out a small huff through your nose. “Can I help you?”

The words die in your throat when you turn around and lock eyes with Steve who’s all sly smiles and shining eyes. Your own smile slides across your face at the sight of him. He nods at your question. “Yeah, I was wondering if you knew where I could drop this off to make sure my girlfriend gets it?”

He holds up a small white envelope, your name etched across the back of it in blue ink. Your smile grows as you lean against the counter and hold out your hand. “What’s this for?”

Steve sets it into your open palm, watching carefully as you set it down on the counter. Your fingertips trace over the writing on the back and you feel an eager anticipation to rip into it and read what’s inside. 

“Just because. I know you’ve been having a bit of a rough week so I thought I'd surprise you at work but then I got the idea on the way over to get a little something to surprise you with,” he says and the sound of your giggle floats through the air. 

“A bit, is putting it lightly, but consider me surprised,” you joke, though it’s mostly true. He smiles softly. 

“I thought maybe a card would help cheer you up or something. There’s a dinner date invitation for tonight included with it,” he says, reaching out across the counter to brush the back of his knuckles against your cheek. A warm trail follows in their wake. 

“Stevie..” your voice is soft, caught between awe and disbelief. He’s rambling, over-explaining in hopes that you like it. 

“I was worried for a second because when I got to the car, I realized I didn’t have a pen to write in it so I had to run back inside and ask for one and this little old lady gave me one from, like, the bottom of her purse and-” he pauses when he notices you swipe your finger underneath your eye with a sniffle. “Hey, woah, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, sniffling and letting out a wet laugh. The built up tension from the week mixed with the sudden swoop of emotion from Steve’s loving gesture brings tears to your eyes and you wipe at your wet cheeks. “Yeah I’m okay. This is just really sweet, I love it. I love you.”

His concerned frown morphs into a giddy smile and his eyes light up. You step around the checkout counter of the bookstore you work at to wrap your arms around his middle. His arms instinctively wrap themselves around you, holding you against him. He presses a kiss to your head. “I love you, too.”

And you feel it melting off of him and onto you as you hug him. A deep radiating warmth that makes your skin tingle and your heart jump against your ribcage. You feel it again later when you get home, finally opening the sealed envelope and reading the note he put inside before you get ready for dinner. 

A whole mini love letter specifically designed for you, and signed by Steve in a messy scrawl of his handwriting. 

2. when he walks you to your door

There’s a magic that comes to Steve Harrington loving you, you’re convinced. It’s the sole explanation you can come up with for the way everything seems to click into place, anything bad slipping into the shadows as you sit across from him at Enzo’s. Or when he makes you laugh just that much harder, the sweetness of the message in the card still stuck in a loop in your brain, as he drives you home. 

He insists on walking you to your door when he drops you off after dinner that night, ignoring your protests about your front door being only a few feet away and that nothing was going to get you. He holds your hand under the yellow porch light and somehow he still looks heavenly underneath it. 

You feel sixteen again standing on your porch waiting for a kiss goodnight after a first date. A warm feeling buzzes in your chest as you stare at him, his eyes regarding you like you just sewed the stars into the sky above you.

“Thank you,” you say, soft tone of voice blending in with the hum of electricity and crickets in the yard. There’s a gentle smile on his face but a question lurking behind his eyes. 

“For what?” it's a small murmur, thumbs brushing over the backs of your hands extended in between the both of you. You glance down at them, lifting your shoulder in a brief shrug.

“For…everything, I dunno,” you look back up at him, eyes almost doe like in their softness. “Specifically the card and dinner. And just for being you.”

Steve squeezes your hands three times, a silent I love you, a gentle reminder. His smile widens and he takes a step forward, closing the already limited space between you. Two moths flutter under the porch light just above his head and he takes a second to swat them away. 

“You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you,” his cadence is like a melody to your ears, the warmth in your chest swelling until it spills over into the rest of your body. You take a small step forward this time, joined hands falling to make room for your chest to brush his. 

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#2

fire alarms

summary: kids pulling the fire alarm at three a.m. as a prank isn’t funny, but your neighbor peter finds your spidey pajama bottoms to be. 

word count: 2.2k words

a/n: my little neighbors!au for @spidervee​​’s april au event. had a lot of fun with this one! loosely edited and there might be a swear word or two, the usual. hope you enjoy it

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There’s a part of you that regrets moving into a new apartment in the middle of August. The heat simmers off the street and the sun beats down, causing sweat to form along your hairline. Your palms are sweaty, making the grip you have on the box unstable. 

It nearly slips out of your hands when you step out of the elevator. 

“Oh! Here, let me get that,” you hear before a pair of hands cover your own and the weight of the box lessens in your arms. A head peeks around the side of the box. A boy around your age, messy brown hair and matching eyes and a friendly smile that’s left you a little breathless. “Are you moving in?”

You blink at him before stammering out a response. “Oh. Oh! Thank you, I, um, yes! Yes, uh, apartment 5E.”

The boy straightens up, taking the box with him leaving your arms to fall down to your sides. His friendly smile morphs into a wide grin. “5D.”

You gape at him, mind running in circles. The universe had to be playing some kind of sick joke on you. First the deal on the apartment and now the cute next door neighbor? Was your good karma finally coming back around?

“I’ll help you with this. Do you have any other boxes that need to be carried up?” he asks, walking down the hall leaving you trying to keep up with his longer strides. You step in front of your door, pulling out the college lanyard that your keys hang off of. 

“You don’t have to. I’m sure you were on your way out, I don’t wanna bother you,” you say, fumbling with the newest addition on your keyring and unlocking the door for your neighbor to step inside and set the box down. 

“Nonsense,” he sets the box on top of a stack of others. His eyes scan the apartment, taking note of the furniture already in place. He turns to you and holds out a hand. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.”

“Y/N,” you slide your palm against his, your hand feeling a little small in his grip. You try to ignore the way your skin seemed to erupt with goosebumps from your hand in his and you hope he does too. Peter lets go of your hand. 

“Pretty name,” he mentions quickly and you bite back a grin. “Welcome to the building!”

Peter helps you carry the rest of your boxes up and makes sure you’re settled in okay before he heads out. When you lock the door behind him, you press your back against the door and heave a sigh. Oh, you were in trouble. 

Though you shared an adjacent wall, you rarely saw much of Peter after he helped you move into your apartment. You’d see him occasionally on campus when the fall semester began or pass by him in the hallway on your way to the elevator or that one run-in in the mail room.

You had practically rammed into him on your way out, mail falling on the floor. The air mixed with his apologies and your reassurances while you scrambled to grab your mail, refusing to meet his eyes. You left peter in the dust, stuck with the yearning to talk to you and wishing you had at least looked at him before scurrying out of the mail room with heated cheeks.

Something in you felt pulled towards Peter. You wanted to know him, really know him. Not just as the mysterious neighbor who helped you move in and kept you up at night because the walls were so thin. But your curiosity had yet to get the better of you. 

It was nearing the end of fall, winter looming just around the corner. The wind bit more at your nose when you’d walk the couple of blocks to and from class, leaving it twinged red and a little numb when you’d get inside. 

It hadn’t been your day. You were up all night praying desperately to whatever god was out there that Peter could just go to bed himself or at least stop making so much goddamn noise. 

Rain sounds, pillow over your head, melatonin, none of it seemed to work until your body finally gave way and crashed, leaving you scrambling out of bed with five minutes until you were meant to leave for your morning class. 

The day only seemed to tumble downhill from there, ending finally with a run-in with Peter on your way to your front door. Your nerves normally get the best of you around him, giddiness rushing through you but right now, there was a level of annoyance because he just couldn’t go to bed at a reasonable hour last night.

Peter was cute, something you noticed when you first met, despite the fact that he kept you up at night with the groans and bumps against the wall. All long limbed and tousled brown hair, he was a walking dream. 

You felt a little silly whenever you’d feel your heart seem to lurch in his direction whenever you saw him. There was no way you could develop a crush on your neighbor, no matter how cute he was. 

You almost tell him as such when you physically run into him and he makes effortless conversation with you. The keys at the bottom of your bag spent a lot of time getting shuffled around while you talked to him before he told you he had to run. 

Limbs heavy and head pounding, you’re surprised you manage to change into your pajamas before slipping into bed.

It feels like minutes have passed when you’re woken up by the screech of the building’s fire alarm blaring. In a daze you forget to grab any kind of jacket or coat, barely remembering to slip on shoes and grab your keys on the way out the door. 

Realization nips at your nose the second you step outside into the early morning air. You’re shivering in seconds, arms wrapping around your body and hands rubbing against the skin of your arms. You glance down, almost mortified at the old stained t-shirt you threw on and the Spider-Man pajama pants you bought as a joke that you wore to bed. 

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My #1 post of 2022

nuggets

summary: teal sweaters and donations

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this does feature major volume 2 spoilers!!!! but i immediately had this idea watching and needed to start writing it and put it out immediately after i finished lol it’s not edited but just something short and sweet. enjoy! &lt;3

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“You got it?” the box weighs down your arms a little but you nod, tightening your grip on it. Filled to the brim with old blankets and stuffed toys, it feels almost nostalgic. 

Steve grabs a box of his own and rests it on his hip while he closes his trunk, holding his keys in his mouth. You’re having a hard time tearing your eyes away from him, still on edge from the events only two days prior. Still in shock that you made it out alive. 

The parking lot is crowded, people constantly milling in and out of the school. Steve’s hand wraps around your bicep, halting you for a second and your eyes snap forward. Feet faltering, you narrowly step out of the way before your box collides with someone else. 

“Thank you,” a sheepish smile of thanks is flashed to Steve and you miss the annoyance in the face of the dad you almost bumped. 

“I know I’m good looking, but it’d be better if you watched where you were going instead of gawking at me, hun,” he half teases, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. You roll your eyes but the smile on your face gives you away. 

“I wasn’t gawking,” you try to defend yourself, but you hardly believe it and neither does Steve. His eyes on you make sunlight warmth tickle down your skin. 

The strings on your heart pull this way and that when you follow Robin and Dustin inside the gym. It’s crowded, people sorting through relief donations and others tending to those the hospital can’t fit. 

You’re not sure where to look, though your eyes linger on the missing posters lining the bulletin board. They don’t fail to notice the defamation done to Eddie’s and your gaze falls back on Robin, a frown deep set into your face. 

When you reach the donations drop off table, Robin does the talking. Pointing out which boxes have toys and clothes, blankets and stuffies while the four of you set your boxes on the table. 

With your hands free, they act on their own accord. Almost immediately magnetizing to Steve’s, fingers slotting between each other. Something that had become more and more frequent since you escaped the Upside Down. 

The right side of your body is pulled into his field and you lean against him. 

“We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?” the lady behind the table asks, lifting up a clipboard. 

“Um…” Robin’s gaze flits between you and Steve. You both shake your head. “No. I don’t think we need one. Thank you, though.” Robin pivots slightly to look behind her. “But is there anything else we can do to help?”

Another volunteer splits you off to different areas, ultimately guiding you and Steve towards the clothing. “Okay, then we sort by age.”

As you pass, Steve hurries to bend down and grab a pile of clothes falling from a box and shoves them into a laundry basket resting on top. 

“We’ve got infants, girls, boys, men, women,” her hand touches different piles as though she’s placing physical commas in between each word. Steve pulls the sleeves of his teal henley sweater up. “Oh, if anything is in too bad shape, we really don’t want that.”

You’re quick to settle into a rhythm alongside Steve. You pull clothes out of boxes and baskets and fold them neatly. Steve takes them and sets them in their correct pile. A clean assembly line. 

His eyes linger more on you this time. The faint bruising around your neck from the hive mind in the Creel house. The old red sweater of his you’d taken and the white sticker name-tag stuck to the front where you’d written your name in block letters with black sharpie. 

“You’re gawking now,” you mention offhandedly, folding an old men’s polo shirt and passing it on to him. Two pairs of eyes meet over the top of your brushing hands and matching soft smiles fall into place. 

“Just glad to be here…alive. And with you,” he bumps his hip against yours and you lean into him, humming in agreement. You straighten up, focusing again on your volunteer job at hand. 

An old gray onesie is at the top of your pile and you hold it up. A gentle smile lifts your cheeks and you glance at Steve over it. He meets your gaze on instinct, the slightest glimmer in his eyes when he notices the tiny piece of clothing in your hands. 

“Remember in the van,” you start, fisting the material in your hands on top of a pile of clothes. Steve’s brow quirks up. You pause, one corner of your mouth raising and eyes casting back down to the onesie. “And how you mentioned your…full brood of Harringtons?”

The dustings of a rose bloom on his velvet looking cheeks and he can only nod. You fold the onesie and hand it off to him. “What about it?”

“I was just…thinking about it,” you shrug, folding more clothes while you think. A ghost of a grin stretches across the planes of your face and Steve feels his heartbeat quicken, insides melting into honey. “It sounded nice.”

When your eyes meet again, Steve’s gaze is down-feather soft and it does something to your nerves, nearly spinning them into gold. The moment is tender, wrapping tight around you until you’re certain you could suffocate from the adoration you have for him. “Yeah, yeah it does.”

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3,641 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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[xyaehir]

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi (with more emotion n energy😭), reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

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hey! while it’s disheartening and sucks to get hate comments, you should try to remember that the fics you write should be purely for your enjoyment. it’s stuff you like and want to share with the world, and some people find it and end up liking it a lot! you’d be surprised how many people probably read your fics and love it but don’t say anything bc they’re shy. unfortunately, there are a lot of hateful people on the internet and they will do anything to try and bring you down. you should try your best to ignore it (i know you probably don’t wanna hear this but it’s true). another way to get rid of hate is turn off anon on tumblr, if anyone sends you hate after then you can block them. you can also restrict comments on ao3. if you ever get a hate comment on ao3, you can also block or remove (i think) the comment. trust me, there are a lot of people who LOVE your work. just continue doing what you love. if you have haters, they’re most likely just jealous or miserable people. sorry for the long note, hope your day is good!

anon this is gonna sound really mean and I am PROMISING that it isnt, but I kinda just, need to reply to little bits of this message like were having a convo and im not arguing, im just..tired of being told the same thing [again not mad, clarifying stuff]

you should try to remember that the fics you write should be purely for your enjoyment

yes I know that, so is people baking or drawing. but if someone gets told "this cake kinda sucks." or "your drawing is wrong." they seem to be allowed to get upset but with writing its just "well youre writing for yourself!" Yeah, I know that and I am. But if I was writing for myself, I wouldnt be sharing it. People wouldnt be requesting it. if it was just for me. I wouldnt have an ao3 account. im writing for ME but im posting and sharing for other people, the people who ask for said fics, people who are my friends, people who like the ships, the fandom cuz fandoms simply do not exist without fanworks, not creations. were not getting paid for this. AT ALL! Like you cant do fic commissions cuz youre just sitting fanfic and fandom culture back YEARS AND YEAR.

I am writing for me, why do writers always get that? why is it never "but youre editing for yourself" or "youre making gifs for yourself" or "well you are drawing for you."

and end up liking it a lot! you’d be surprised how many people probably read your fics and love it but don’t say anything bc they’re shy.

Please get over that shyness. Thats what anons are for, thats for like guest comments are for on ao3. thats what reblogs and nice tags are for. thats for recommending fics on PUBLIC spaces, not discord servers youve made privately. Please tell fanfic authors that you like their fics, please leave comments and draw fanart or whatever you want to do just share it with us! because otherwise writers are going to feel unloved and lost and NOT write anymore and then fandom spaces will, im sorry die cuz the whole point of fandom is we inspire each other, we lift each other up!

im sorry for ranting back at you anon, this ask was really sweet but there was just points that I had to put out, things I had to say because it gets kinda draining being treated differently as a writer than say an artist. Its just like if I drew, like really instead of once or twice a year. People wouldnt be going "youre drawing for yourself." also just the weird diconnect between like, people who write and other people who are making things in fandoms is upsetting because it takes so much work, so much dedication.

like sometimes it feels like people forget that me personally, am disabled and chronically ill. Im currently fighting off pheumonia, ive just gotten out of a very abusive and manipulative relationship where him not liking my writing was a big way he would control what I would do. writing is harder than what it should be right now. But I do love writing, I adore getting requests and every nice comment I get I reguarly go back to read and it means so so so much

[indouloureux]

joseph quinn catches reader watching an eddie munson edit

lowkey feel like he'd be so cocky about it

(just gotta say before you read that this is no hate to people who earn money on tiktok to support themselves financially!)

it happened by accident.

tiktok's got you brainrot when you open the stupid app. watching endless videos of comical skits or podcast made by men who've got nothing better to do or drama about people you didn't know existed until then. you hate it, the app and it's content, but you can't find yourself stopping from pressing the icon on your home screen to fill the space of free time.

you'd been on the couch, joseph somewhere in the flat doing something he told you he'd do but you had been too distracted. your thumb flips on different videos — animals, babies falling off, those annoying teenagers who make a mess watching the new minions movie — everything a bored human being would make.

the volume was low, as to not disrupt the ever longing silence in your shared home that has been there since earlier this morning. you scroll and you scroll and you scroll until—

oh, look at that.

joseph's face fills your screen, or rather, eddie munson. the one who's taken over your feed on every app, though you don't mind. you enjoy seeing his face everytime.

it's an edit to one of the childish gambino's song that oyou've heard in every other video that's like this one. eddie's velocity slowed before it goes fast on every beat, the clip from the one he's first shown in the trailer.

you've gotten too distracted watching the video on repeat, looking at the tattoos in his arm that doesn't match his real one on his bicep, his hair that's incredibly long and frizzy, his face clean and shaved and young. there's a nail to your lip as you watch it repeatedly, unbeknownst that the one who's portrayed him was standing behind you.

"hi."

you slam your phone on the culprit behind you in defense, screaming and turning around to see joseph with a hand on his nose. you gasp, jumping over the couch to place your hands over his and remove it to take a better look of your unintentional assault.

"jo!" you tut at the redness on the bridge of his nose. "oh my god, i'm so sorry."

"it's okay," he chuckles, like the forming bruise on his nose isn't starting to swell and darken from the impact of your phone. you pull him to the kitchen by his wrist, urging him to rest against the counter as you pull out an ice pack. "really, baby, it's okay. i'm sorry i scared you—"

"no, no. i'm sorry," you press the pack on his nose, wincing when he hisses. even then joseph's smiling at you, a hand around yours as you dab the cold pack on his swelling skin. "does it hurt?"

he wrinkles his nose. "a bit. i've been hit with worse."

"god, i'm sorry—"

"it's alright, lovie," he smiles. "you were just watching me being all hot and sexy like, ten times. shouldn't have disturbed you in the first place and let you indulge."

your face falls, nudging your knee to his. "it wasn't ten times."

"right. it was fifteen."

joseph laughs when you roll your eyes, placing his hands on your waist as you continue to dab the pack on his nose. "such a narcissist, jo."

"hey, if my baby thinks i'm very hot and can't stop watching a video of myself while biting a nail, i would be a narcissist forever."

"eugh."

"come on," he moans, puckering his lips at you. "let me in to your heart."

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[asterifish]

Hi could i request a dontop hueningkai x sub bttm male reader where the reader has an 9bsession with with hyuka smoking and taking them anymore

Hellooo!! Ty for the req!

My original thought for this was to copy my original Beomgyu fic w this, but decided to make it a bit diff. It's not gonna be very smutty, just a bit of kissing ;)

I'm not sure what you meant by the last part, but I hope this goes how you wanted :)

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Hey baby

Heuning had a bad habit. M/n wasn't sure if he wasn against it or not, but when they moved in together, m/n's landlord didn't seem to mind. Heuning loved to smoke. He started smoking around middle school, and continued theiughout college. When m/n first met the older, he had no idea that he smoked.

The first time Heuning pulled a cigar out of his pocket, you could say that m/n was suprised, but not bothered. As the months passed and the two started dating, m/n found that he sort of liked it when Heuning smoked.

Fast forward to present time, m/n is coming home from work. He'd had a long day, and needed to rest. It was about 11:30 at night when the male finally got home, and he was greeted by the strong smell of cigarette smoke when he opened the door. "Kai? Im home bubs!" Tossing his keys on the table and settng his bag down, m/n slipped off his jacket and hung it up.

Before he could turn to grab his bag, he felt his boyfriends arms envelop him, a kiss being placed on his neck. "Welcome back love." M/n could almost hear the smile on his boyfriends face, which made him smile. Turning so he could lean into his boyfriends chest, he sighed.

Being in Heuning's arms always calmed him down, why, m/n never knows. He just knows that he'll be safe. "Here baby, why dont we go to the bedroom so you can rest, yeah?"

Heuning patted m/n's head and picked him up, easily carrying him to the bedroom. Snuggling close to eachother on the bed, m/n sighed happily.

The two lay there in silence while Heuning pulled out another cigarette and lit it, the smell filling the room. Occasionally Heuning would kiss m/n's forehead, or sweep some hair out of the smallers face, but the rest of the night was peaceful

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Hello!! Im so sorry this is short, I ran out of Ideas 🙏

I promise if i think of smth else it WILL be edited and longer 💪💪

I hope you enjoy this!!

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[musingginger]

who’ll stop the rain // eddie munson

Synopsis – You and Eddie get paired in an end of year project, literally a waking tormented nightmare for you. But your nightmare quickly turns into your daydream.

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings –18+ only, minors DNI, LOTS of cursing, angst, insecurity, kissing, LOTS of fluff, mutual pining, SMUT, nipple play, thigh grinding, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), protected p + v sex, soft!eddie, a tad bit of possessive!eddie at the end, happy ending.

Word Count – 7.6k (sorry, I just couldn’t stop writing.)

A/N- Thinking about turning this into a series, but not 100% sure on that. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. Also, this is only edited by me, so apologies if there are typos. And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! Loved the idea of a pining/angsty fem reader getting thrown for a loop with Eddie Munson AND getting caught in the rain! Title comes from a CCR song (I’ve been listening to a lot of them recently). Hope you enjoy! Thanks! <3

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‘Fuck.’ You thought. Mrs. O’Donnell had just read out partners for your end of year literary project before the weekend. Of course, she paired you with him. Him.

Eddie The Freak Munson. Was it just an act of kindness towards Eddie, since she knew you would carry the entire project if you had to? Or was it to torment you? Did she see how you looked at him in class? How you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind since you saw him Freshman year? Of course, then he was a Junior. You had never entertained the idea that you would be graduating in the same class. It always seemed like his band and his D&D crew took over his every waking thought and the last thing on his mind was his studies.

‘Jesus H. Christ.’  You thought as you brought your gaze over towards him. He simply smiled that charming smirk that got him out of almost everything, and also got him into so much trouble, from what you’ve heard. Your breath caught in your throat as he gave you a little wave.

‘Hey.’ He mouthed. Immediately you turned away, not wanting to show any attraction towards him. Regardless of how you disengaged, you had noticed his staring at you all year. She just HAD to sit you two next to each other. Every time those chocolate brown eyes gazed in your general direction; you felt a deep heat. You couldn’t help it. It was surprising every time.

You turned your face down towards your textbook, darting your eyes away, cheeks turning red. You silently pleaded no one noticed. Finally, the bell rang, and you grabbed your stuff quicker than you ever had before. Typically, you were the last one to leave class, even though it was right before lunch time. Some would call you a brown noser, but those who really knew you, understood that the caf brought you a lot of anxiety, that you tried to avoid at all costs. However, on this day, you felt a light touch on your forearm.

“Hey partner.” The brunette spoke with his sultry voice.

“Hi.” You say curtly, not looking at Eddie. You shuffled into the hallway, trying to put away your anxiety and want, focusing on the squeaking of your converse as you try to put as much distance between you and your secret desire. As you scurried down the linoleum, you felt a breeze behind you, blowing into your long hair, making your green and blue opened flannel float in front of you.

“Wait up!” Eddie called, passing you with ease, standing in your path between you and your sanctuary, the library. He pressed his hand into a nearby locker, making you nearly knock into him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just do the project. You don’t have to do anything.” You say as you desperately try to slide past him.

“Oh, come on now, Y/N. You can’t expect me to not put in any of the work.” Putting up an arm, blocking you. His leather jacket and patch covered jean vest, shifting, showing off more of his Hellfire shirt. ‘How many of those shirts does he have?’

Clearing your throat, “Sure I can, Munson. You’ve failed this class multiple times already. There’s a reason why Ms. O’Donnell put us together. You’ll get a passing grade to graduate. Don’t worry about it.” You’re finally able to slide past him, making a beeline towards the library.

“Wait up!” Eddie yells after you, following into the last place he would be caught seen in. “Wait, hold on, Y/N.” He says breathlessly. After taking a few deep breaths, he continues. “Look, I know I could easily just let you do all the work, but I need to contribute… I… want to help.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine, Munson. What do you want to do to help?”

He scratches the back of his long, curly hair before speaking. “How about, we meet at the picnic table in the trailer park after school. Say… 4pm? And we can work it out then? Unless you’ve got other Friday plans…?”

You take in a deep sigh. “No, no… I- Alright, I’ll meet you there.” You turn heel and almost bolting out of there. Your heart pounding and your chest unable to take a deep breath. ‘This better not be a mistake.’  Pondering as you find a quiet corner amongst the stacks of books to finish off your copy of The Skelton Crew by Stephen King.

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You couldn’t breathe. Your hands were shaking as you walked through the trailer park. You had been here before, as you had become close with Max after the death of her brother, Billy. Surprisingly, you saw the dark, curly haired, leather clad Adonis at the table as you walked up. “I’m shocked you beat me here.” You say with a slight tease.

“Well, when I was paired up with one of the smartest girls in our class, I knew I had to be on my game.” Eddie says, standing up, turning towards you. His grin was more sheepish this time. Was it out of excitement to see you? You shook the thought out of your head. Eddie took off his jean vest and leather jacket, tossing them down with comfortability. “You didn’t walk here, did you?”

“No, um, I borrowed a bike from Wheeler.”

Eddie smirked, knowing that he had told the Hellfire boys about being paired with you. “And how did he get home?”

“With Henderson’s mom of course.” You smiled back, understanding the ridiculousness of it all.

“I was gonna offer you a ride, if you had given me the chance.” He paused slightly. “Or hotwired a car. Either way.” He winked at you.

“Best that you didn’t commit grand theft auto then. Could really hurt your chances with graduating.”

“Oh sweetheart, being a Munson hurt my chances in graduating.”

As you sit, you nod in acknowledgement, his dad’s reputation proceeding him. You start to pull out your worn copy of the American classic and your note pad. “Alright… well… uh… what do you know about To Kill A Mockingbird?” Eddie gives you a small smirk.

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You quickly realize that Eddie didn’t actually read the novel. After two hours of you walking him through the plot he says, “So wait, you’re telling me that he was innocent, was going to be proven innocent and then is killed anyways? Just because he’s black?”

“Yeah, it’s fucked up isn’t it?”

Blinking a few times, Eddie was taken aback by your cursing but appreciated it’s timing. “It’s totally fucked up. Wow. Damn.” He sat in silence for a moment before speaking. “I should really read this book.”

You let out a loud laugh, which make him smile. “Yeah, Munson. You should’ve done that to begin with.”

“M’lady, call me Eddie. Please.” He said, a little dramatically, giving a little seated bow. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. Suddenly, you turn your gaze downward, staring at the grains in the worn picnic table. The feeling of regret about how you had been treating him the last few years starts to well in your chest. You knew that he just a silly, big-hearted teddy bear underneath all that leather and metal, but you didn’t expect him to be so sincere. You start to pick at your dark washed jeans where the knee was starting to wear through. He tilts his head down, trying to meet your eyes with his. Your eyes flutter up, and as soon as they do, you feel a few drops of oncoming rain.

Both of you crane your necks back, looking up at the darkening sky. “It’s not going to rain is it? I didn’t see it on the weather…” Your voice filled with worry.

“Me either.”

“YOU, Eddie Munson, check the weather?”

“Well of course! How else am I supposed to keep this leather in its best condition?” Eddie says playfully, patting his leather jacket, still laying on the table.  You let out a soft laugh, and quickly the sky opens to a down pour.

“Fuck...” He swiftly grabbed your books in one hand, slides his outer layers in the crook of his elbow and takes your arm in the other. He pulls you under a large oak tree, allowing you both to take refuge. His strong grasp on your arm takes the breath out of your chest, his ringed fingers pressing into your soft skin. Pulling you in close to his chest, his long, wet hair tickling your face. He laughs while turning to look at you. His wide smile is hard to resist. You laugh back at him, trying to catch your breath. “You good?” He asks.

“More than good.”

“Here, let me…” He tucks a couple of tendrils behind your ear, with a softness that you didn’t think the freak possessed. Your white tank under your flannel was soaked from the Midwest sky opening up. Rough fingertips found their way to your jawline, as you felt him tremble lightly. “Sorry.” Eddie says quickly, while pulling his hand away from your face.

“Don- Don’t be.”

A long silence filled the air. “Y/N… I gotta confess something…” You nod in assurance, pressing him to continue. “I… shit. Sorry. I’m not great with this… I… um…. I think you’re amazing.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, fighting to get the words out. “You’re wicked smart, and kind towards others, and gorgeous…” He looks down, still holding your arm. “I’m really glad we’re partners.”

Your lips part as you take in a small breath. “I… I am too.”

He looks at you with surprise. “Really? Cause…. the look you gave me today was could’ve cut me like a knife.” He looked down at his hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry about that…” Shaking your head. “I- I don’t know. I was just surprised.”

“Surprised… in a good way or a bad way.”

“I- I don’t know…but I think… in a good way.” You look up at him, his large doe eyes meeting yours. The rain still pours down, getting both of you wet, and yet you didn’t want to leave this moment. Eddie hands you your books, which you grasp close to your chest. “Thanks.” You say softly. His now free hand touches your jaw again, lightly brushing away more of your hair.

In a flash, his lips meet yours. The electricity between makes you feel like you could explode that instant. Your heart POUNDS in against your sternum, making it feel like it could break any moment. You both hold in that sensation for what feels like a lifetime and a millisecond all at once. Eddie suddenly pulls his lips from yours.

“Fuck… s-sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I-I didn’t ask, and I just-” Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips hard against his. It was almost like the rain was coming down as hard as you kissed him. The books pressed into both of your bodies hard, forcing a space between you that you were thankful for. You didn’t know if you had the control in this moment without it. You broke from him, panting, letting out a pant as you smiled.

“Now we’re even.” You say matter of factly. Eddie rubs your arms, feeling you shiver. Partially from the cold of the rain, but partially from the electromagnetic current running between you.

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way, but um… my trailer is close by and uh… you know… you can warm up there.” He suddenly realizes what he could mean by that and studders. “I don’t mean.. like WARM up, but you know.. like you could get warm there…” His face turns pink with fluster as he fumbled over his words, not wanting to mess this up. “My uncle is on a 24 hour shift, and he’s already gone for the night… so.. I mean… if you want…”

You grasp his hand, reassuringly. “I DO want, Eddie… Please, I’m freaking freezing.”

Eddie smiled a wide smile, as he wraps his arm around you. “Ok, we’re gonna have to run. Hold on, sweetheart.” He grips into your waist as you both take off in a sprint. Feeling like a school kid all over again, you both heartily laugh as you cross the field towards his trailer. Stepping up to the door, he lets go of you, fumbling to get his keys out his pocket. He drops his keys on the ground, “Butterfingers.” He mumbles to himself.

You laugh loudly, as you both get completely soaked. “Eddie hurry! The leather!” You joke, loving how the rain was bringing out your playfulness. It had been a while since a guy made you laugh this hard.

“I’m trying, princess. Just hold your horses.” He finally gets a grip on his key and slides it into the lock. He took hold of your hand, as you made your way inside. As you glance back, you see the curtain in Max’s window move. ‘I wonder what she’s going to say about this tomorrow.’ You think as your eyes set sight on the inside of the Munson trailer.

“Sorry about the mess. The maid took the week off.” Eddie says as he desperately tries to clean up the place a little bit.

“It’s ok.” You give him a soft smile while looking around the bachelor pad. Taking note of the guitar picks strewn all over the table, the slight smell of stale cigarettes and weed. Other than the clutter, it was cleaner than you had expected from two single guys. You gently place down your books as you hear Eddie shuffle down the hallway.

“Um, if you want, the bathroom’s down here. A hot bath will help warm you up.” He says loudly enough for you to hear, rummaging through his dresser. “You can wear something of mine until we get your clothes dry.” Coming back into the living room, hair pushed back from his face from how quickly he was walking back to you. “Too much?” He asks as you turn to him sort of wide eyed at his excitement or nervousness. You couldn’t pinpoint which.

“No-not at all. That all sounds great.” You rub your arms, feeling the goosebumps through your shirt. He gives you a wide smile, as he turns back down the hall, starting a bath for you. Eddie’s eyes dart around the bathroom for something to make suds with. He grabs his shower gel, adding a little bit to the water, watching as the tub fills with soft white suds. He runs his hands through the water, watching it swirl before poking his head out into the hall.

“You wanna come test out the water?” The metalhead asks, tilting his head in the direction of the tub. You had been picking at a spot on the cuff of your sleeve, nervousness taking over. Rolling the tiny tuffs of flannel in between your fingers as you peak your head around the door frame, into the tight, but inviting bathroom. Eddie stands up and moves out of the way, letting you squeeze past. Leaning down, and dragging your hand through the perfectly warm water, bubbles popping, slightly tickling you.

“Feels great.” You say as you stand up, practically face to face Eddie, your lips almost touching. The electricity began again, and you watched as the corner of his mouth twitched. God, you were just dying to get his lips on yours again. He smiles shyly before clearing his throat.

“So... I... uh-I got you set up with some dry clothes and uh-a towel.” He pats the crudely folded pile on the toilet seat. “And there’s a lock on the door for your privacy… If you need anything, just shout.”

“Eddie-” You say, grabbing his hand. “Thank you.” He smiles, squeezing your hand and gives you a kiss on the forehead. As he lets go, his fingertips linger on you. He turns back before shutting the door. You sigh, looking at the door lock. You smirk, shaking your head. ‘Always the gentleman.’ You touch the lock about to turn it, but think against it. ‘What if he needs to get in here while I’m in the bath? Would it be the worst thing in the world if he had to barge in?’ You take off your clothes, shivering as you get into the warm, bubble filled waters. You pull your knees up to your chest, pressing your cheek against your kneecaps, breathing in the earthy, sweet smell from the impromptu bubble bath, Irish Spring.

After a little while, you hear something in the hallway that makes you open your eyes. Eddie shuffles down the hallway, settling himself on the floor right outside the bathroom door. He places his guitar on his lap, as he starts to pluck away at the strings softly. The soft music filters in through the door, and you lay back sinking into the bath, closing your eyes again and smiling to yourself. You listen Eddie’s strumming, feeling every chord ripple through your body.

“Mmm… What are you playing?” You ask through the store.

“It’s-ah-it’s N.I.B by Black Sabbath. I’ve been trying to work it out, and I guess you inspired me to pick it back up.”

“Mmmm…I like it.” Your compliment makes Eddie smile to himself, blushing even. He continues through the song, humming the melody along. Your bones finally start to feel warm again, and you grab the deceptively fluffy towel. Throwing on the Dio tee and as you grab the dark grey sweatpants, you notice that Eddie left you a pair of long socks for your feet. For what seems the millionth time that day, you smiled to yourself at his thoughtfulness. ‘This boy better stop being so nice to me, or else I’m gonna fall in love with him.’ Sliding them onto your feet, you open the door, seeing Eddie’s curly mop of hair sitting right outside.

“All warm?” He asks, getting up, holding his behemoth of a guitar in one hand, reaching for your hand with the other. He himself dons an Iron Maiden tee and worn basketball shorts.

“Ye-yeah thanks. That was actually really nice.” You look down as Eddie’s fingers start to lace in with yours. “I don’t think anyone’s ever… uh… you know…done that for me.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Eddie says softly. Darting your gaze up, his eyes looking at you with tenderness. He leans in slowly, capturing your lips with his. You feel a deep heat build in your chest, almost tipping over the edge, as Eddie suddenly breaks the kiss. “It looks, really good on you.” He lightly touches the bottom of the shirt. He smiles and then reaches around you, grabbing your cold, wet clothes from the bathroom sink.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I got this.” He gestures towards the living room. He swiftly moves towards his bedroom, putting his guitar back in its rightful place. “So, are ya hungry?” He turns on a space heater in his room, grabbing a drying rack and placing it right in front. “We don’t really have a whole lot here, unless you like Chef Boyardee. But we could order a pizza? Surfer Boy always does a goo job.” He gently lays your clothes on the rack, so they dry faster. You laugh to yourself a little bit at his charming domesticity before answering.

“I could definitely eat. Pizza sounds great.” Leaning against the kitchen countertop.

Eddie grabs the phone, dialing the number. “What’s your order?”

“It’s probably super predicable, but pepperoni.”

“Nah, who doesn’t like pepperoni?” He smiles, putting the phone to his ear. You pick at the bottom of your borrowed shirt, getting lost in your thoughts. ‘Really, what am I doing here? Did he really mean everything he said, or is it a trick to just get in my pants?’ Shaking your head a little to the words of self-deprecation and doubt filling your mind. ‘There’s no way this is really happening… God I’m such an idiot.’ You hear him put down the phone a little too hard, making you jump.

“Should be here in 15 min- Hey, are you ok, y/n?” He noticed your fidgeting, worried that he might have made you feel uncomfortable. “Look, I know I’m a little, uh, how does Henderson put it… intimidating or- uh- intense, I guess, sometimes.” He starts to fight to get the words out. “I-I don’t want you to think I’m trying anything here. I really did mean everything I said back there about how I feel about you. I’ve been crushing on you for the last year… and I’m just excited I get to spend time with you.” His fingers take the shirt out of your hand, intertwining them with his. “And if you’re uncomfortable with anything, just say the word. Ok?”

You nod. “Ok…” You breathe a little easier, giving him a small smile. “I am really happy I’m here... with you…” Eddie smiles widely. “And, you know, we haven’t put a dent in our project yet.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he groans at you. “I was hoping you forgot out about.”

“No way, Eddie. We’re gonna get you that diploma. You wanna get back to work?”

“I suppose…” Looking up dramatically then looking back at you. “Only you, gorgeous girl, could convince me to focus.” You roll your eyes at him, grabbing your books, still slightly damp from the rain, blushing to yourself.

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It was hard to focus on your project for the next few hours with Eddie sitting across from you. He would gently touch your hand as you were explaining something pivotal, making you flustered. He liked watching you trip over your words and rosiness to your cheeks reappear. At one point, Eddie moved from across the table from you to the seat next to you, pressing his bony knee against yours. A hot white heat radiated from the spot where your knees touched. You could barely take it but had to continue to bring the project back to the center of attention. You suddenly felt a responsibility to get him to graduate.

Eddie sighs, his cheek pressed in his left hand. “Can we take a break? I’m dying for a smoke.”

“We’ve had to take breaks the whole time! You can’t seem to concentrate for more than 15 minutes at a time!” You laugh softly at him.

“Pretty please?” Clasping his hands in front of you, big doe eyes wide and blinking.

“Fine, fine. But we’ve really got to get this project done. I don’t want to keep torturing you.”

Eddie grabs his pack of smokes, opening the trailer door, one foot on the porch. Typically, he would go outside to have a smoke, but since the rain was still going, this was the best he could do. He leaned up against the doorframe, looking over at you.

“With you, it’s not torture.” He gently blows out smoke, smiling before looking down. “I doubt anything I do with you would be considered torture. And besides, it’s not due for another two weeks, right sweetheart?”

The light from the lit bud of his cigarette made his face glow tenderly in the darkness and his rings glint. His eyes bore into you, looking right to your soul. You break eye contact with him, grabbing what’s left of the pizza and start to clean up.

“You don’t have to do that Y/N. I’m gonna do it in a minute.”

“No, no. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Really.” You grab some dish soap from under the sink and start to fill the sink up with warm water.

“Can you just-just sit down please? You’re the guest.”

“You got the pizza. The least I could do is clean up.”

“Oh come on now. Y/n please stop cleaning up. Seriously, I’ve got it.”

He puts out his cigarette on the porch, before swiftly closing the door and the gap between the two of you. Your hands were a millisecond from being in the soapy water when Eddie grabs them. “Don’t you dare….” He holds your hands in front of you as you playfully push your hands towards the sink. He tuts at you shaking his head gently, lacing his fingers with yours. You spin around playfully, laughing and twisting out of his grasp.

A loud, raspy groan comes from his throat as he grabs your waist, pulling you into him. “Didn’t take you for a rebel, Y/L/N…”

“I’m… Full of surprises, Munson….” You say panting softly after your brief roughhousing. Both of your chests heaved with heavy breath when the electricity started again. The playful flirting and teasing over the last few hours broke over him as Eddie’s hand presses into the small of your back securely and he placed his full lips on yours.

A small gasp escapes from your throat, as you melt into his touch. Wrapping your arms around his chest, holding him firmly to you as the kiss deepens. His other hand finds its wait to the back of your neck and into your hair as his lips parted yours. His strong tongue explores your mouth, with passion but a kind gentleness. The rain continues to come down in sheets outside the trailer’s walls.

Eddie’s hand makes its way down your back, to your butt cheek, cradling it, pulling you in closer. Both of you let out a soft moan as he cups your ass, your leg moving up his thigh slightly. You’re pressed against the kitchen counter, digging a little bit into your back. The kiss gets hotter and rougher. Wet sounds and tender moans fill the trailer.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Eddie murmurs as he slides you up onto the counter.

Your hands push some of his hair back from his beautiful face, getting lost in his curls. Sliding them behind his neck, tracing small circles with your thumb as his body pushes into your knees.  His hands are all over your thighs, grabbing them possessively. Needing to have him physically closer, you spread your legs, giving him room to wedge himself between your warm thighs. An immeasurable heat starts to build in your sex, feeling Eddie’s bulge harden with every second.

Eddie slides his hands from your ass to your waist, pulls back and looks at you intently. You try to lean in for another kiss, but he stops you. “Is this ok?” He asks. “We can stop whenever you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don’t wanna do.” He tucks some of your hair back behind your ear, stroking your cheek.

“I’m ok. I mean…I haven’t done anything like this in a while, but I’m ok, Eddie… Are you ok?” You ask your eyes darting down, feeling a little insecure about what you just admitted.

He tucks his pointer finger under your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes meet his. “I’m more than ok, sweetheart.” He smiles before kissing you hard on the lips, making his way down your neck. Eddie leaves long, wet kisses trailing down from your jaw to your collarbone. His teeth roughly nip at your neck, not wanting to leave too many marks, as much as he loves to do it. You moan into the ceiling as your hips naturally buck into his bulge. It’s exciting and your heart is going a mile a minute, but it feels so familiar to be in this moment with him.

Eddie’s rough hand tucks under the borrowed shirt and gingerly moves to your bra band. “Eddie, touch me… please…” You breathe in his ear. You hear a low growl coming from his throat as he pulls you off the counter and up against the hallway wall. It’s a flurry of hands and panting, as he strips you off your shirt and you his. He kisses your cleavage, giving you soft bites along the outline of your breasts before he unclasps your bra with one hand. A hard kiss is pressed to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed against his pecs. He pulls back and gets a good look at you.

“Fuck baby…” Eddie’s full lips latch onto your right nipple. You let out a loud whine, the sensitivity was a lot to take already. His strong tongue twirls around the hard bead, and once he was satisfied with the right nipple, he moved to the left. His hand never leaving your other breast, groping it firmly. You sneak your hand down the front of his sweats, cupping his hardness. You gasp as you feel him for the first time. Even through pants, his thickness left you speechless. His eyes roll back as you give it a soft stroke.

“Do you wanna go to my room?” He asks, coming back down to Earth. You nod quickly, and he grabs your hand, sprinting with you down the hallway, making you laugh loudly.

“EDDIE!” You laugh as you fall on the bed. You throw your head back as he peppers your neck and breasts with kisses, long curly tendrils tickling your skin. Large hands grip the elastic waist band of the sweats, looking up at you, waiting for permission.

You nod down at him. “I want you to see me, Eddie….” You say with anticipated breath. Eddie gives you a big, boyish grin, kissing you again, as he pulls down your bottoms gently.

The cool air hits your wet, warm arousal immediately. You’re slightly embarrassed on how wet you are, really showing off your recent inexperience. Bits of your pubic hair clinging to each other with your wetness.

Eddie’s eyes widen with excitement. “Did you get this wet, just for me, honey?” He licks his lips, leaning down, looking back up at you with his big, chocolate eyes. “Can I taste you? Please?” He presses delicate kisses into your inner thighs, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

Your face flushes a deep red, Eddie’s new favorite color on you as you murmur “Yes.” Eddie gives you a bite on your inner thigh while letting out a snarl with want. He spreads your legs wider kissing your outer lips. You pant softly, gripping onto the comforter. He was looking at your pussy lewdly, before flattening his tongue and licking a long, firm stripe up to your sensitive clit. A loud yelp escapes your mouth, and his lips wrap around the bundle of nerves, letting out a soft hum.

“Oh my god! FUCK!” You yell out at the overwhelming sensation.

“You like that, honey?”

“Yea- don’t-don’t stop!”

Your pleas cause Eddie to smile as he happy obliges. His middle and ring fingers gently rub at your weeping hole. Slowly he probes into your warm pussy, sliding in only up to his first knuckle. His other ringed hand, grips your thigh harder, pressing the cold metal into your now hot skin. You buck your hips against his fingers, wanting more, needing more.

Finally, he fills your pussy with his fingers, pressing the tips into the fleshy area of your G-spot. You let out a low moan as he diligently starts to pump his thick fingers in and out of your tightness. Your right hand finds its way to the top of his head, and your left grips the comforter for dear life. It felt like you were slowly climbing a roller coaster, and all you wanted to do was feel the adrenaline crash over you.

As your orgasm builds, you push Eddie’s mouth harder into your sex. He never once took his eyes off you. He loved watching your facial expressions as you climaxed.

“Fu-Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Eds!” Screaming loudly as you hit the peak of your climax. All it took was one long hum and few hard pumps from Eddie and euphoria washed over you. Your back arched as if you were a woman possessed. Eddie holds onto you, not letting go til you come back down.

You fall back on the bed, eyes closed, with damp sweat on your brow. He gives your clit one more kiss, before sliding his fingers out of your gripping pussy. He sucks your juices off his fingers before he scatters kisses to your pussy lips and inner thighs before resting his head on your leg, looking up at you. You look down at him, feeling completely relaxed and natural like this with him. ‘Damn, he looks just so goddamn pretty like that.’

“Come ‘ere.” You slur, grabbing his hand. He pulls himself on top of you, giving you tender kisses. You’ve never tasted sweeter than on Eddie’s lips.

“Did that feel good, honey?” He plants little kisses on your lips, cheeks, and forehead.

“That was amazing, Eds. H-How do I taste?”

He groaned as you called him that sweet nickname. “Addictive.” Planting another one on you. He leans back, taking you all in. Gently brushing your hair back. He was falling in love with playing with your hair… with you. “You’re perfect. You know that?”

You cover your face with your hand, blushing from your chest to your face. “Erm… I don’t know about all that…”

He takes his free hand and moves yours away from your face. “Well, you’re perfect to me. I don’t ever want to be without you.” Looking at you lovingly, his lips still shiny with your slick. Not knowing what to say after his admission, you kiss him hard.

‘The guy is really pussy drunk, huh?’ Self-deprecation trying to ruin the party again. Shutting that thought out of your mind, you pull him into you, wrapping your leg around his lower body. He was still rock hard, as far as you could tell. Your hand slips through his dark curly happy trail, your heart pounding.

“Whoa there, sweethea- ” Eddie chokes on his last word and cracks a smile at your eagerness. His mouth opens with a silent moan when your hand slides into the warmth of his sweatpants. Finally, you feel his thick hard rod for the first time.

The sensation of having his throbbing member in your hand, made you feel goddamn horny. There was no other word for it. ‘Maybe this is really why they call him ‘The Freak.’’ You think to yourself.

“Oh my god.” He whimpers as your hand wraps around him, giving him long, firm strokes.  You kiss his chest tattoos as you pump him in your hand. Tilting your head up at him, you see his eyes are closed, and gnawing on his lip with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh fuck…” He moans into your ear as his head falls onto the pillow and into your hair. Your smell was intoxicating to him, making Eddie get lost in the rhythm of your pumping. Your wanted lust starts to overtake you.

“Do you like that, Eds?”

“Yeah honey… god… If you keep going like this, I might not be able to hold off for much longer-” Breath catches in his throat as you grip tighter on his impressive member. The deep heat starts to build between your legs again. You unknowingly start to grind into his thigh, desperately trying to find some relief.

“Wa-wai-wait wait wait wait wait.” Eddie says quicky, grabbing your hand. His eyes lock in with yours and you see how flushed he was. He gives you a soft kiss in the palm of your hand, before placing it on his chest. “You almost made me blow my load already, honey…” He says softly. For the first time notices you grinding on his leg, leaving a dark wet spot where your arousal met the fabric. “Does that feel good, Y/N?”

You bite on your bottom and top lip and just nod at him, trying to hold onto him a little longer. Eddie feels his cock dripping with precum as he watches you pleasure yourself on his leg. “That’s so hot…mmm…here, let me…” He moans as he pulls down his pants. The tip of his beautiful, pink cock gently brushes against your sensitive nub.

You let out a high whine when your bodies touch. Goosebumps appear on your arms. Eddie gently rubs your biceps, giving you gentle, earnest kisses as his cock slides between your slippery folds. You feel his large hands drifting back down to your breasts. His thumb traces your nipple in wide circles, each pass making you moan into his mouth.

“You’re so wet for me, honey. So… fucking… wet. Does that feel good babygirl?”

“So good… too good… Oh... Eddie…?” You whine.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Do you... have a condom?”

Eddie chuckles. “You didn’t come prepared, darling?”

You flush a deep red, feeling slightly self-conscious about what you just asked. “Well… no…”

“I’m teasing you, babygirl. I’ve got one, don’t worry.” He kisses your cheek before rolling over to the side table next to his bed. He rummages around for a second before finding the latex glove. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, quickly putting it on his cock. Eddie pumps his length a few times, stretching out the condom over himself. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, his perfect, needy angel.

Eddie lets out a little roar as he rolls back over you, making you laugh out loud. He puts his hands in your hair, gazing deeply into your eyes. Curls are twisted around your fingers, once again, as the two of you just look at each other for a moment. Breathing in deeply, both of you taking in each other’s scent.

Eddie’s lips press hard onto yours, biting your bottom lip, trailing down your neck. A hot, burning sensation dapples your neck with every nip from him. You know you’ll have marks in the morning.

He slides his throbbing cock against your folds a few times, making the condom slick with your sweetness. Pressing up on the bed, pausing for a second. “Are you sure?”

You give a few little nods. “I’ve never been with a guy so… um… big? Ju-Just be gentle.” You say nervously, your body trembling.

“I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. I promise.” You smile at his softness, your breath becoming steadier. His arms wrapping under your back, as he positions himself at your entrance. “At least this time.” He groans into your ear as his tip presses into your pussy.

You let out a loud yell-moan as he stretches you. Eddie stops.

“He-Hey. Babygirl… are you ok?” Concern fills his eyes, as he fixes them on your face, trying to read your facial expression before you speak. “If I’m hurting you, I wanna stop.”

“No, keep going… it’s just… been a minute.” You pant, adjusting to his girth.

Eddie slides into you significantly slower than before, occasionally pausing, allowing you to get comfortable. Finally, his entire length is in you and he steadily starts to pump. “Mmmm shit sweetheart. You’re so… tight.” He pants in your ear. “God but it’s like your pussy was made for my cock.” He releases a loud crack of a moan when he hits your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back into your head, as his cock makes you feel dizzy. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that you had never experienced before. And you liked it.  

You melt into his arms as he gently drills you, tilting your head back, giving him complete access to your neck. Perky tits bounce as your nipples gently rub against his chest, causing them to get rock hard. Eddie growls into your ear, moving his mouth onto the spot right below your ear. His strong lips latch onto it, intent on leaving a dark purple mark.

Your soft gasps turn into whines, which turn into deep, loud moans. He snaps his hips as he goes deeper and DEEPER into your pussy. “Is this what you’ve been imagining when you look at me in class?” A calloused hand lightly grips your neck.

You shake your head, unable to speak.

“Use your words, honey. I love hearing you talk.” He coos into your ear.

“It-ohfuck-it’s better than I imagined.” A sharp gasp escapes your mouth as Eddie picks up the pace. His hand grips the back of your knee, flinging it over his shoulder, giving him another inch to play with. He sits up a little, wanting to take you all in.

Sweat glistens your brow and chest, but your eyes remained closed. “Look at me, sweetheart. Please look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open at his sweet request. “There’s my girl…” He whispers, kissing your knee as he pops his hips up, forcing his cockhead to hit your g-spot over and over and over…

Your pussy starts to leak as the rollercoaster takes you up higher again. The sounds of flesh slapping into each other and your animalistic moans, was taking Eddie up with you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, babygirl.”

“Eds-Eddie- I’m close… oh fuck I’m so close.” You pant out, face and upper body completely red with arousal by now. Eddie smiles and licks his thumb before placing it on your sensitive clit. “AHHH!” You let out a loud moan, opening your eyes wide, looking up at him.

He leans down over you, putting his torso on yours, needing to feel all of you on him. It was all too much for you to take. His cock stretching you out so perfectly, his rough thumb giving your clit the right amount of pressure, and then his body on yours? You teetered over the edge.

“Cum on my cock, babygirl. Come on... cum on my cock.” Eddie said with the perfect amount of encouragement and demand in his voice. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably, as you desperately held on. But he pressed onto your clit harder, and that was it.

Tears well in your eyes and you let out a loud, guttural scream as your pussy clamped around his member. Sweetness leaked out of your stretched hole. Eddie stared at you in wonder as you came from him, gritting his teeth.

His movements become erratic as falls into the euphoric ocean with you. Letting out a loud curse as hot ropes of his cum fill the condom. His arms give out as he falls on top of you, panting and groaning. You both lay there for a few seconds before he puts his weight on one of his forearms again.

Eddie brushes a tear from your eye, feeling unsettled by it. “Y/N… Sweet-sweetheart. Hey, hey…” He whispers feeling tears well up in his own eyes. He was terrified that he had hurt you, or that you now regretted the whole night.

“So-sorry. I’m ok, Eds.” Breathing in deeply, trying to regain your composure. You use the back of your hand to wipe away the last tear. “That was just-umm… wow. I was just overwhelmed. I’m ok. I swear.” You finally look at your mop haired lover, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Eddie leaned into your touch, any worry melting away, kissing the palm of your hand again. Eventually, he’s soft enough to slide out of you and quickly ties off the condom, tossing it into the trash can. The rain had slowed to a faint patter on the roof.

He gently takes your hand in his, pressing it to your chest. “Sounds like the rain is stopping…” He whispers before clearing his throat softly. “Here’s a crazy idea… do you… want to stay the whole weekend?” You smile brightly. Eddie continues. “We could finish the project if you want.”

You playfully push him, knowing full well that project would NOT get done this weekend if it were up to him. “Ow!” He dramatically falls back, clutching his chest. “M’lady! Dost thou try to slay me? I’ll have to have you roll for dexterity!”

You roll your eyes at him. “To answer your question. I would love to stay the weeken-” Eddie cuts you off with a hard, excited kiss. “Hold on, loverboy. I gotta call my mom and tell her I’m staying at ‘Max’s’.“ Saying in air quotes.

You grab a shirt off a chair that you’re assuming is clean laundry. “See? I told ya. A rebel at heart. I love it.” He yells at you as you walk down the hall. Your feet softly falling on the floor, making your way to the phone. Giving your mom as little info as you would when you stayed at the Max's, and luckily, she didn’t press you further.

You crawled back onto the warm bed with Eddie, who had found his sweatpants again. He opens the blanket for you, patting the spot next to him. You nuzzle into his hard, tattoo covered chest, humming with contentment. He scratches your back, lovingly, kissing the crown of your head.

“Y/N?” Eddie whispers.

“Hmmm?”

“I had one more idea…”

You smirk. “I can guess what it is…”

“No-not that. Well yes that, but later.” He sighs, holding your face in his hand, the cool metal burning into your cheek as you stared up at him. “Be my girlfriend.”

“Wha-? Eds… I…”

“Be my girlfriend. Be mine.” He says all too seriously for you to even entertain the idea of it being a joke. He softens a little with your silence. “If you want to that is.”

You think on his request, before pulling him in tenderly. “Let’s do this thing.” You say determinedly.

“YES!” Eddie yells triumphantly while he cracks a smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic antics as you two roll around in the bed. He guides you under him and gives you a long kiss. “Fuck yes.”

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Visiting Austin (Pt. 2)

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A/N: Before we get started I just wanted to say that I am sorry it took me so long to write part 2 I started it and lost the doc and a busy life and writers block do not mix so I am sorry

OG Request: I was thinking reader x Jensen. The reader is a travel guide writer and she is checking out Austin and keeps running into Jensen. Some stalking on jensens part maybe. (from @hobby27)

Missed Part 1

Word Count: 620 (she a bit short)

Warnings: Not edited, that’s all

Rating: E for everyone

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x f!reader

Summary: The reader goes to Austin to write an article about the beautiful capital of Texas. During her trip she keeps runing into a certain green-eyed actor.

After half a week of going to different places and shops with my new friend Addison in tow it was finally the day Jensen was going to take me out. I was both super excited and really nervous.

I got ready doing light makeup, curling my hair, and putting on one of my new dresses, which was both fancy and casual, before grabbing my purse and waiting on the couch for Jensen to come and pick me up.

My mind was going haywire and I was overthinking a lot. Like was I over or under dressed? Was he taking me out of pity because he spilled on me? No that can't be it we've been texting all week. Was he joking about what Jared said at the bar were they just laughing because I was drunk? Thoughts were surrounding me until it all stopped when I heard a knock on my hotel door.

I shook all the remaining negative thoughts out of my head and went to open the door. I was greeted with sparkling green eyes and a smile that was brighter than the sun. My sense of worry immediately went away as we greeted each other in a hug and then walked hand in hand downstairs to his car.

We drove in comfortable silence both stealing glances at the other every now and then. We got the resturant and sat down at a private booth.

"So how has your week been?" Jensen asked me.

"Amazing I'm basically finished with my article and I had such a fun time visiting new places. It was a blast." I answered back excitedly. He let out a little laugh which was absolutly adorable. "How was yours?" I asked back.

"It was good I went out with Jared a couple of times." "That sounds nice." "Yeah it was even though I deal with him 24/7 he a goofball and can be kinda annoying but I love spending time with him." We both laughed a bit, and then just smiled at each other.

"When are you leaving town again?" Jensen questioned after a bit a silence.

"Oh ummm," I paused and checked my calender, "In two days," I said with dread.

"Hey its okay we will make the most of it and maybe before work starts back up again I will come and visit you."

"I would love that."

After a couple more hours of talking about everything and anything we finally decided to call it a night. We walked back to the car music and chatter filling the car and we zoomed down the highway. We made it back to my hotel and he walked me to my door. I opened it with my key and turned around.....

"I had fun tonight thank you for dinner it was delicious."

"You're welcome I'm glad you liked it, its one of my favorite places."

"I can see why. Well I guess this is the part where we bid farwell......" I started to trail off sad that the night was over getting lost in a trace again. He pulled me out by kissing my cheek. I blushed like mad and my eyes went wide. "You missed." I said with a smirk.

"What?"

"You missed." I closed the space between us and placed my hand on his cheek. I stood on my tippy toes and softly pressed my lips to his. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist and put a hand on the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. We pulled apart with a shine in our eyes. We said our goodnights and I went into my room, kicking off my shoes and smilling to myself. If only I could stay longer.

A/N 2: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter if you want another part please say so in the comments. Likes and reblogs are appreciated and if you have a request my list is on my page. I love you all my little bumblebees bye bye.

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