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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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Hi! I'm rather new to your channel because I saw your Steve x sarcastic reader HCs and I absolutely LOVED them they were so, so good and you're extremely talented at making HCs and I wanted to add my own into the mix as well.

Rose 🌹 – Red roses symbolize romance, love, and courage. Send me a short description of yourself, including things you enjoy doing, and your desired character to receive a headcanon on how they would confess their feelings to you!

My desired character is going to be a little bit tricky because I have two ST loves of my life but because you just did a Steve one I think I'm going to pick Eddie.

So hi! I'm a little bit more of a socially awkward type, I tend to be really introverted but once you get to know me I'm insanely sunshine-y and happy. I tend to really love reading books especially Stephen King or fantasy novels, Lord Of The Rings has been a huge part of my life since I was in middle school and my parents finally deemed me old enough to watch the live action films with them. I also am obsessed with film, I love rewatching the same movies over and over again. I love studying film, my parents have this running joke where I can figure out the plot of any show and for the most part be right on the money every single time *they're always like wtf are you magical or something every time it happens*. I'm also utterly in love with musical theater cast albums as well and could probably talk for hours endlessly about my favorite ones. My music taste is a really intense mesh of 80's pop, rock, and metal music as of recently. It was actually due to Eddie that I explored metal music and found affection for it in the first place.

Thank you for listening! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with

A/n: Thank you so much for the kind words!! I'm so happy you liked my other headcanons! <3 I have to say that this is the first time I'm writing for Eddie, so I hope that I do his character justice! (And that you enjoy!) And, I’m also so sorry this took so long! You caught me right between the time that I was in the process of moving to and starting college, so things have been pretty hectic since then! Thank you so much for your patience!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Song of Sunshine

Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Soft!Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, Headcanons, Sunshine!Reader, Implied Love Confessions, Pure Fluff, Dorky!Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3010

He hadn’t meant to, but Eddie Munson had been eyeing you for a while; you were someone of great mystery to him. He was familiar with almost every face in Hawkins High, having dealt with some of them for far too many excruciatingly long years, and yet yours is one that’s on his mind more often as of late. He’s been scanning the lunchroom on the daily, keeping his eyes out for any new recruits for Hellfire, and something in his gut keeps pointing him in your direction, his gaze always lingering a little longer on you than at any of the others.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s tired of seeing the same painfully mundane, averagely boring kids each and every day – none of them really having that spark, that potential that he’s been searching for – so he’s almost giddy when he sees you sitting alone at a lunch table, nose buried between the pages of The Lord of the Rings. Instantly his mind is ringing, thoughts scattering because he feels like you’re a light at the end of the tunnel – someone with the kind of creativity and interests that would fit in perfectly with Hellfire – and as much as he wants to rush up to you to ask if you’ll join his club, he’s still a little hesitant. There’s an almost shy nature about you, bashful and timid like a wild bunny, and while he finds it endearing, he also is aware enough that he shouldn't startle you and disrupt your peace.

So, instead, he waits. He waits for probably too long, because it’s been about a week and you’ve moved on from The Lord of the Rings and are now reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. He thinks it’s certainly an interesting choice – despite his somewhat intimidating style of dress, he certainly isn’t one that handles horror easily. Especially horror novels; he only half paid any attention to a short story that one of his teachers read aloud in one of his many English classes, and he was so disturbed that he nearly didn’t sleep for days afterward. Hell, he can’t lie, there have been D&D sessions that he’s been to that he’s nearly pissed his pants over. To say that his imagination is overactive – so active that reading anything remotely grotesque has him shuddering and feeling nauseous – would be an understatement. Movies, he can somewhat handle, what’s shown on screen is tame compared to what he could conjure with his mind, but anything even mildly scary in book form is a no-go.

That’s part of the reason that he stalls again, face scrunched up in thought as he look intently at you. Something about you has him feeling sheepish; all he can seem to do is marvel and wonder about you from afar. He knows the younger members of Hellfire – Mike, Lucas, and Dustin – have noticed his thoughtfully awkward glances, meaning his time before they undeniably make some witty comments is running thin. He knows he needs to say something before someone catches him staring and wrongfully assumes he’s being a creep like half of the guys in Hawkins High tend to be, but he feels frozen in time, a wistful statue caught in a moment of hesitance.

He’s so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely registers the bell ringing and the horde of students that meander along to their next class. He’s not fully aware of his surroundings as he stands and takes his plastic tray over to the garbage can, and he’s definitely not on planet Earth as he accidentally steps on the back of his own shoe, sending him pummeling right into the back of someone who seems oddly familiar. Someone who he thinks he should be able to instantly recognize, someone whose mere outline is something he should have engrained into his mind, and all too quickly they’re turning their head and he gets a glimpse of the cover art for Pet Sematary and – oh, shit. It’s you.

This isn’t how he expected to introduce himself to you, with his hands grasping at your shoulders and his face inches away from the back of your neck as he tries not to tumble the two of you into the disgusting cafeteria floor, and he feels both like laughing and cursing himself for his inattentiveness. At the sight of you, however – wide, nervous eyes and bashful smile – Eddie’s completely drawing a blank. You’re looking at him with polite inquisition, questioning and uncertain but in a gentle manner, and he can’t even begin to imagine what’s on your mind. He has a reputation that precedes him; school-proclaimed ‘Freak,’ a thought that almost has him cringing. Normally, when he’s in his element – talking with his friends, managing the Hellfire Club, playing D&D – he doesn’t care less about what some pretentious teenagers think of him, but right now, he can’t deny the rush of anxiety that hits him like a wave on the beach. He’s been thinking of this moment for days, of how to talk to you so that you think he’s cool, and messing it up feels close to that same kind of humiliation that he vowed to throw away when kids relentlessly teased him for being different in the early years of middle school.

Still, he trusts you and your awesome and somewhat intimidating taste in novels, and he must really be caught on the idea of that because he’s suddenly blurting out, “I wouldn’t have ever pinned you as the type for horror.”

He immediately feels regret – who is he to try and say something about your personality? He’s barely been aware of your existence prior to this week and God, he feels really stupid, until your soft voice breaks through to him.

“And you’re not?” It’s quiet in the chaos of the lunchroom, shrouded in shyness but also holds hints of something else, something more familiar. Something he’s used to hearing from his friends, that’s kind and a little playful, and then he realizes that you’re not only trying to make friendly conversation – you’re giving him a chance! – but you’re also attempting a little joke. Albeit, it is a tad awkward with the tone you’re using, but he doesn’t mind at all. He actually thinks it’s quite cute, although he doesn’t spend too much time reeling on that thought.

“Definitely not,” he says, and he finds himself shocked as how easily he’s telling the truth. Most people he knows would have lied, either to have more of something to relate to or to create a false sense of self, but he doesn’t feel the need to. There’s a kindness, a curiosity in your eyes that has him wondering if you’ve been stealing glances at him for days like he has. “I’m more of the adventure-fantasy type guy.”

The words have barely fell from his lips and you’ve already got a low-burning fire behind your eyes, the excitement that he previously saw secondhand now coming forward. He smiles softly to himself; the spark.

“Really?” you ask, voice a little louder, more incredulous. The rays of passion peek behind the clouds of your timidity, and it’s obvious that you find it hard to bite back an agape expression.

“Yeah!” Eddie exclaims, as if his answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is. “The only time I ever really cared enough to show for English class was when we read The Lord of the Rings.”

His words are like gasoline, setting your already simmering demeanor aflame, the former introversion suddenly thrown out the window. Your features are bright, eyes glittering with interest. A bright smile overtakes you, covering you like a thinly veiled blanket, and you look so surprised and enthusiastic that you’re standing on your tip toes, bouncing softly on the pads of your feet. Your exhilaration is highly contagious, worse than the time Hawkins closed down the schools a few years ago because over half of the student population had the flu, and Eddie doesn’t fight the way his mouth automatically widens its grin to match yours. As if he could, anyway.

You trudge back to class together, replying to one another with elevated voices that earn a few annoyed glances from your teachers, and while neither of you are even aware of it in the moment, this is the start of something new, unbidden as a rose petal among the concrete, but not unwelcome. When Eddie finally gathers up his courage and asks you if you’ll tag along at the next Hellfire meeting – as a bystander so you can decide if you want to really join in and start making your character next week during your lunch break – you say yes with a smile sweet as honey, and just like that, your futures have been interwoven.

As Eddie expects, your “tryout,” as the younger children of Hellfire have so intelligently deemed it, goes amazingly. You’re already forming a character and their backstory, spewing intricate details to him as he drives you home. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’re coming to their meeting next Saturday; the gleam in your eyes already answered his silent question the moment that the group continued their game. You hadn’t even had all of the context and you were still watching in awe, shoes excitedly tapping against the floor as you “watched the magic happen,” as Eddie said. He wasn’t wrong; your creative and wandering mind easily was captivated the second that he began recalling where exactly the players had left off last time.

You show to Saturday’s meeting, and the following Saturday’s, and you even go to Mike Wheeler’s dusty basement – which everyone made sure to let you know wasn’t mandatory – to retrieve some old character sheets on an early Monday morning during your autumn break. Even Mike, the kid whose house they were digging through, complained about having to get up to help find his own precious pages, but you hopped right into Eddie’s van without hesitation or resistance, only thing carried with you being a sleepy grin.

Turns out, you make an interesting addition to their group. Your enthusiasm and cheeriness – regardless of the situation – is unmatched, and the contrast between the group before and after you’ve arrived is grand. You always shout out unique suggestions, make references to your favorite novels and movies, and you never fail at being a carrier for glee. One small gasp of excitement from you is all it takes for your energy to bleed through to everyone else; some of the other members, like Mike and occasionally Dustin, feign mock annoyance at how easily everyone is swayed by you, but it never seems genuine. If it ever verges too close to hurtful territory, Eddie shoots them a harsh glare as a warning and they back off, which you always find amusing. You know that, out of the two of you, Eddie’s the least likely to hurt even a caterpillar.

It’s not long before the two of you are spending insane amounts of time together, including outside of school and Hellfire. Sometimes he comes over to your place and you sit outside together, toes in the soft grass as you catch each other up on everything going on in your lives – not that there’s ever that much you have to fill him in on; you’re practically attached at the hip when you can be. Other times you hang out in your living room, rewatching some of your favorite films while raiding your snack cabinet. Some of Eddie’s favorite moments are these; when he’s sitting next you, arm lazily rest upon the back of the couch, close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his skin without touching, and he can watch you vividly talk about your analysis of specific scenes in the films. Witnessing your raw, glowing passion has his chest swelling with admiration.

On the weekends when conflicting schedules cancel Hellfire meetings – which isn’t often, as being present and an active participant are Eddie’s most valued expectations – you frequent an old, run-down theatre in downtown Hawkins together. The tickets are cheap, there are rarely any other viewers, and the employees there either have a preference for older films or they can’t afford to purchase many from this decade. Regardless, it’s always a good time. With no one else around to tell you to be quiet, you’re giggling at Eddie’s cheesy jokes and making a few of your own.

There’s this one thing you can do – he calls it your “Wicked Movie Vision” – and it blows his mind every time it happens. You have this infallible ability to predict the plotlines, and the outcomes of said plotlines, of any movie you see. You insist that it’s not that difficult, that it’s only a matter of understanding popular tropes and knowing what to look for in the subtext, but it never fails to leave him in gaping awe. He likes to brag about it to the rest of your friend group, and he’s ever-persistent about how cool it is, despite their often lackluster attitudes towards it.

One Friday afternoon, when neither of you had any other plans, Eddie surprisingly called you on on the phone and sounded a bit more nervous than usual. It was barely there, a twinge of awkwardness, but was still noticeable to your observant ears.

“Hey, it’s your favorite leader of Hellfire,” he greets, drawing out the syllables in his first and last words, making you laugh. You neglect to mention that he’s technically the only leader of Hellfire; you let him have his little moments. “So uh, I know you don’t have anything planned tonight since we talked about it yesterday... Do you wanna come over? I can pick you up and we can hang out for a while?”

You have the feeling that he’s holding back some words; something tells you that he has some other reason for inviting you over, but you still smile and nod, verbally expressing your agreement when you realize that you’re not, in fact, currently visible to your friend.

Eddie comes to pick you up as usual, despite you saying that you’re fine with walking the short distance between your houses, and you start to feel a tad bit nervous. You don’t typically visit Eddie’s house often – your place is the usual hangout spot for you two – and you’re a little worried you might do something silly or disrespectful on accident.

Of course, you have nothing to worry about. The two of you talk excitedly in the car just like usual, and Eddie admits that he wants to show you something that he wrote for his band. You’ve been to a few Corroded Coffin practices, forever cheering him on in the audience, and it’s actually due to him that your music taste started developing more towards the kinds of songs that he likes and creates. You’ve never said it outright, but you enjoy the music a lot more just because it reminds you so much of him.

When you walk into Eddie’s trailer and take a tentative seat on an extra chair, watching as he leaves the room and mutters on about something to do with his guitar, you can’t help but notice that the smidge of tension from before is back. You’re starting to wonder if something may be wrong, but you don’t have much time to reel on it before he’s returning with his beloved instrument.

“You ready?” he asks, ghost of anxiety within his upturned smirk. You nod, and his fingers begin to strum at his guitar strings.

The melody starts out a little slow, almost tentative, but then it picks up and you can tell that’s where a beat drop from the drums would typically be. Everything shifts, and the tempo speeds up and becomes more intense. He’s closing his eyes as he plays, feet tapping and head bobbing, and you can tell that he’s really put his heart and soul into this song.

It’s over almost too quickly, leaving you wishing that you could somehow have a mixtape made of only that song repeated so that you could listen to it forever, and your closest friend is looking to you, silently waiting for your reaction. The hesitancy in his eyes fades away when you beam at him and go on and on about how much you loved it, recalling specific moments that really struck you as your favorite, and, as it’s sure to do, your admiration and eagerness pass unto him.

He’s so touched, so utterly appreciative and happy that you liked it so much, that he doesn’t stop himself from admitting, “I wrote it when I was thinking about you.”

You’re stunned into silence, never having expected that such a masterpiece was written in your honor. Quite truthfully, no one else had ever done something so intimate for you before, and that certainly didn’t help with your overwhelmed quietude. You’re caught up in your thoughts, wondering exactly what he means by that because you certainly know what it sounds like, and the soft blush across his cheekbones seems to answer your question for itself.

You subconsciously scoot closer to him, knee softly knocking against his, and your hand reaches out to rest upon his forearm almost on its own accord. His arm is warm against your palm, shirt atop his skin soft and thin, and his eyes shoot over to yours in pleasant surprise.

“Will you play it for me again?” you ask, toothy smile gleaming up at him, and who is he to deny you? Truthfully, he couldn’t say no to you even if he wanted to.

With a goofy, almost timid smile, and an almost whispering of “’Course I will,” Eddie Munson’s fingers pluck the first few notes of the song that he wrote as he was falling in love with you.

#the garden🌷#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 5 months

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Ok this hasn’t been asked abt BUT

I got OrangeJuiceVerse Stan on the brain (again)

Specifically in terms of his protectiveness.

In the last OJV ask I got I mentioned that he and Kyle have the most parental tendencies of the Star Seven, and boy oh boy do I have some thoughts on Stan’s knight in shining armor complex!

I won’t get into the Kyle part of that bc 1) I have talked wayyyy too much abt that on ao3 and here, and 2) that’s a whole separate long ass post and I would probably combust.

But!!! First focusing on the M5:

So growing up together they were all generally referred to as “Stan’s Gang”, which he was like wait why are they my gang but then he grew to love that bc they were his people. He loves them with all of his soul (ojverse Stan is a lover for sure) and he is EXTREMELY protective of everyone and kind of (smh this man) sees himself as the dad of the crew. Done with everyone’s bs, the “fun” parent. A lot of that comes from his resentment of Randy, his desire to keep everyone out of true danger and not be flaky despite his own problems. This is especially poignant with Kenny.

So Stan and Kyle VERY much see Kenny as “their egg” (yes I’m borrowing from the “Stan is a protective father” note of that episode) and they really look out for him growing up bc of his shitty home life. Really all of the M5 have a soft spot for Ken, but Stan and Kenny understand each other on a spiritual level. Though Stan doesn’t consciously know abt Kenny’s immortality and IS his Ride Or Die Disaster Bi in all things reckless, the second something goes wrong he’s there, swooping in and reminding him that “yeah you can be a crazy bastard, but don’t you dare die”. He’s less overbearing than Ky gets when Kenny gets hurt, but he’s there to be like “hey man you’re good, you gotta be careful tho”. He was the first to INSIST that he pay kenny in full for his art and commissions stuff regularly through their entire lives.

With Marj, it’s really, really complex. I mentioned before in my OJV Stan hcs (thank you to the wife for that ask btw) that he was the first person she went to when she realized she was a girl! Bc he’s always been pretty emotionally honest and accepting of everything, and she was dealing with her crush on Kenny too and Stan notoriously THINKS he’s slick in being a massive simp so two birds one stone lmao. He was pretty clueless at first but that protective instinct kicked in and he was like GIRL WE GONNA FIND YOU SOME RESOURCES! Also, I’ll do a post abt how NO ONE in the OJV Star Seven is neurotypical soon, but i briefly mentioned in The Wacky Adventures of Craig And Kyle that Marjorine has the ‘tism as well, and Stan is NOT the person to go to when you’re having a meltdown, but rest assured he WILL get you to someone who is. Like she can tell him “Stan I’m feelin a little…” and he will IMMEDIATELY find her Kenny or Kyle. Kyle’s obviously his go to when things are out of his emotional scope, and that extends to Craig later down the line.

So TWEEK!!! Oh god Tweek and Stan’s relationship in the OrangeJuiceVerse is so important to me. They’re the first encounter of the Broken Bottles Quartet, and that moment when Kyle figures out about Tweek’s problem, Stan was full man-with-the-plan mode about how to help him! Before he takes Tweek to AA, he’s at ye ol’ meetin’ hall talking to the old geezers in the local group and it’s like:

“Hey, Stanny Boy, good to see you back, how you healin up (smh I did break his ribs for good reason I promise) got anything to share?” “Actually yeah, I’m gonna bring someone with me in a few days, but you guys HAVE to give him space he gets really nervous.” And the longtime AA peeps who are prone to being overly friendly back off and let Tweek just listen that first time, and Stan is consistently checking in and with Stan’s support Tweek slowly gets more comfortable, and Stan is SO fucking proud of him and he’s his sponsor for a LONG ASS TIME before he officially is.

As for Cartman, once he moves away, Stan will call him up pretty frequently to check in, like “hey fatass how’s the wedding planning company coming?” “Fuck off, hippie did you get the-“ “YES I got the beef jerky club membership quit sending me that shit” “heh, sweet.” “Asshole, but seriously are you doing okay?” “Yes you photosynthesizing dildo. The Jew looks tired in his last facebook post check on him” “I got him, Cartman” “you guys are assholes” “we love you too” “gross” smh theyre so unserious.

But yeah that’s this episode of me not shutting tf up abt OrangeJuiceVerse

#south park #bruh what is wrong with me #headcanons #my shit #stannnn #my baby boy #stan marsh #style #lmm voice: look at my son #ao3 #ao3 shit #OrangeJuiceVerse #ojv

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wiypt-writes · 2 years

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Riding On

Ch 32: One Hell Of A Ride

Summary: Frank and Fliss take their second ‘honeymoon’, to a location Fliss knows very well. And then, as time seems to be flying by far too fast, one morning Frank reflects on his family life.

Warnings: Bad Language words, smut (nsfw, 18+) fluff and drunken shenanigans.

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. Any likeness to real life people/scenarios is purely coincidental. I do not own any characters in this fiction bad Fliss Gallagher and any other original characters. I do not consent to have my work copied/translated onto any other site. If you are reading this story anywhere bar Tumblr, it has been taken without my consent. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 7k

A/N: So here it is, the final chapter. I can’t believe their story has come to an end and I totally had tears in my eyes when I finished, and again as I lined this up to post. I started this story back in March 2020 just when the first lockdown hit the UK. It progressed and progressed and here we are, two series and fifty-seven chapters, plus a one shot later.

Behind Stark Spangled, this has been my longest series to write. I love Gifted, it’s my fave film that Evans has done outside the MCU and digging into Frank’s past, examining what I believe would make him tick, his mannerisms…it’s been fun. A hell of a lot of fun.

At the moment, I’ve no plans for an epilogue. I know I anticipated one, but I don’t think it needs it. The way it ends feels perfect for this little family, and I hope you all agree. That said, never say never I guess. If the inspiration strikes me, be it from some random HC I get or an ask or message, I might churn out the odd one shot or a drabble. But, for the time being, Frank and Fliss’ happily ever after is just that. A happy ever after, and it’s left to your wonderful imaginations.

Thanks to Nixakimbo on Insta for her edit at the end…

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 31

Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you.

******

“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?” Fliss asked as Frank pulled their suitcases out of Bill’s Range Rover.

“Nope,”

“You know, I’m gonna find out when we get to the check in desk.”

Frank tossed the cases onto the luggage trolley that Bill had retrieved before he looked at her, his hands on his hips. “Maybe I’ll make you wait in the coffee shop.”

“Francis!”

“Felicity!”

She groaned as Bill let out a roar of laughter. “Titch, you’ve had no idea for the last two months since you found out you were going away, another five minutes isn’t going to kill you.” Fliss pouted and Bill shook his head. “Pack it in, you look just like your mum.”

“Okay, okay!” she held her hands up, “fine. No more questions.”

Frank and Bill exchanged a look and Bill snorted, “hey, I told you when you put that ring on her finger, she’s your problem now.”

“Rude.” Fliss sniffed as Frank chuckled, shaking his father-in-law’s hand.

“Have a good time,” Bill smiled, before he pulled Fliss in for a hug. “And don’t worry about the kids, they’ll be fine.”

“We’ll call you when we land.” Fliss stated as Bill nodded, stepping back.

“See you in a week.” Frank smiled, his hand wrapping around the handle of the trolley. “Ready, Cowgirl?”

She nodded and with a final, quick hug for her Dad, she followed Frank across and into the departure lounge. Frank’s eyes scanned the information screen, selecting the one he wanted before he gestured with his head. “This way, honey.”

Fliss followed him, frowning as she tried to piece together where they were going. All she knew was she’d been told to pack warm clothes. Initially, she’d suspected they were going back to Vermont, to enjoy some snow in the run up to Christmas, but she knew they were in the international part of the terminal, so she wasn’t merely going to another state. She walked behind him, momentarily distracted by his ass as it moved in the dark jeans he was wearing, the light blue jacket he had on framing his upper body perfectly. Then her attention flicked to the various palm trees decked out with baubles and lights, and the other festive decorations, which were dotted about the terminal. It always amused Fliss, how odd it had first seemed when she had celebrated her first Christmas in a tropical climate. No snow, how you could eat your Christmas Dinner outside in the sun if you wanted to. Now, well, it just felt normal.

Eventually, Frank stopped, and Fliss jerked herself back to reality and came to a halt behind him.

Frank watched her face as they joined the end of the line, her eyes flicking up to the screens announcing the destination and her mouth dropped open.

“Heathrow…we’re…we’re going to London?”

“Three days in London, four in Liverpool.”

“Oh…I…” she blinked up at him, her eyes filling with tears before her mouth curved into a huge grin and she threw herself at him. “Frankie!”

“I told you we’d do it one day.” He smiled, kissing her softly. “Merry Christmas, slash, belated honeymoon for just the two of us, baby.”

Fliss could hardly contain her excitement at the knowledge they were heading back to her home country, and more so, her home City. She kept hold of Frank’s hand, squeezing his arm every so often and Frank simply laughed at her. Eventually, they reached the front of the line and Frank handed over their passports.

“Ahh, I see this is your honeymoon?” The man behind the desk smiled, “Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Adler.”

“Thanks.” Frank smiled.

The man tapped at the computer, asking them the usual questions before he glanced around, and leaned forward. “You’re in luck, we have a few upgrades available so I’ve bagged you two seats in Club Class.”

Frank blinked and Fliss gave a little squeal as he slid their passports and boarding passes over to them. “If you go down the Priority Lane for Security, once through you can head to the executive lounge. You’ll also get priority boarding and bag collection one at Heathrow.”

“Thanks, man!” Frank grinned, nodding to him.

“No problem, have a wonderful trip, say hi to the Queen for me.”

Fliss laughed and then Frank took her hand. They cleared security in record time and then followed the signs to the lounge, where their passes were checked again and they were admitted. Frank gave a low whistle as he looked around at the selection of free food and drink.

“How much beer do you think we can consume in…” He checked his watch, “two hours and twenty minutes?”

Fliss laughed, already on her way towards the drink. “Fuck the beer, Sailor. I’m going straight for the fizz.” She pulled out a bottle of Moet from a huge ice container, which was perched on top of the counter.

Frank chuckled and followed her over, selecting a bottle of Peroni. Drinks in hand, they made their way to a free table and sank down into the comfy chairs.

“Cheers, Cowgirl.” Frank held his bottle up and Fliss clinked her glass delicately against it.

“Cheers, Sailor.”

***** Turns out, when it’s free, you can drink quite a considerable amount in the space of two hours. At just after four pm, their flight was called, announcing that priority boarding would commence shortly. Giggling, they grabbed their carry-ons and headed down to the relevant gate. Once their tickets and passports and been checked they headed through the tunnel where the Steward and Stewardesses greeted them, and directed them left into the club class section of the plane.

“Jesus…” Frank mumbled as he looked at their seats. They had a pod of two, lying next to each other so that they were facing one another, a small screen in between them, their own TVs embedded at the foot end of the pod.

Fliss grinned and selected her seat, stowing her bag before she watched Frank as he settled in the one facing her. With a smirk, she hit the button to raise the screen, blocking him from view, raising her middle finger as she did so. Frank laughed, before he pressed the button to lower the screen again, arching his brow as Fliss snorted.

A stewardess came round, handing out glasses of champagne and a little while later, the doors were closed and the Captain introduced himself. He informed them their flight time was approximately ten hours and they expected to touch down at six-fifteen AM local time the next morning.

Soon after, they were on their way.

Their flight was smooth. They spent their time watching films, chatting, drinking and managed a few hours sleep. When they touched down, thanks for their upgrade, they had priority baggage reclaim and less than forty minutes from wheels down they were climbing into one of London’s famous black hackney cabs.

Their hotel was nestled near Tower Bridge, aptly named The Tower Hotel. It was a luxurious four star and their room was nothing short of fantastic. After a quick freshen up they changed and headed out to explore before grabbing some sushi and a bottle of wine to take back to the hotel. After eating and drinking, they crashed out and woke the next morning refreshed.

Their few days in London were spent doing all the cliché tourist things. The London Eye, the tower, Regents Park, The Dungeons and then a trip to Buckingham Palace to watch the changing of the guard. Fliss squealed when they launched into a rendition of “I Wish It Could Be Christmas Every Day” by Wizard, Frank chuckling as she began to dance. She wasn’t the only one, the assembled crowd on Pall Mall all in the festive spirit. They visited the Christmas markets at Covent Garden, took a trip to So Ho, had a drink in the cocktail bar at the top of the Shard, and by their last night they were utterly walked out and beyond happy.

“You enjoyed it?” Frank asked as he slipped into the luxurious bed, laying on his side as Fliss beamed at him.

“The best,” she nodded, “but… well, I’m so excited to go home tomorrow. I can’t wait to show you round Liverpool.”

“Well, bar a meal on our last night there’s nothing booked or planned,” he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, “I figured you’d have your own ideas so…”

“Oooh, where we going to eat?”

“Not telling.”

Fliss pouted and Frank chuckled, “stahp being a brat.”

At that she smirked, “I thought you liked my brat side.”

Frank snorted as he leaned over to give her a sultry kiss. “Sometimes she can amuse me a little.”

Fliss pulled back and bit her lip, before she kissed him again, her hand tangling in the back of his hair. Frank rolled her onto her back, his hands feeling her curves as his lips traced a path across her jaw to her neck.

Before long, she was begging for more and he happily obliged. The soft sheets of the bed rustled around them with every thrust Frank made, soft pants and whispered words flowed between the two of them as he loved on his wife. Eventually, Fliss head tipped back, her mouth slack as she groaned, her body shaking hard as she came beneath him. A few minutes later, Frank was there himself, his hips slowing before he stopped complete with a groan.

With a gentle kiss to her lips, he pulled out and rolled to his back, Fliss sliding over to him, her head resting on his chest.

“Love you,” Frank pressed a kiss to her hair and she gave a soft hum of satisfaction.

“Love you too.”

******

The next morning, they were up, breakfasted and checked out by nine am, ready for the 10:14 train to Birmingham New Street, where they’d then change for a transfer to Merseyside.

Overall, it took just under four hours, and they were walking out of Liverpool Lime Street at round about half past 2 in the afternoon. Fliss gave a happy sigh as immediately their ears caught the sound of a nearby band playing festive favourites.

“So, where are we staying?”

Frank looked at her, “The Hard Nights Hotel.”

Fliss blinked, “you managed to get in there?”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God, I love you.” She groaned.

Frank chuckled as he looked around, “Right, I know it’s in the Cavern Quarter,” Frank looked at her, “so…”

“Ten-minute walk.” Fliss shrugged, “the case has wheels. Or we can hail a cab but…”

“Walk it is, lead the way, Cowgirl.”

As they went, Fliss pointed out a few places of interest, recalling anecdotes about her childhood or early adult days. She then took a right down what Frank thought was some kind of back alley, but to his surprise merged into a narrow, pave stones street lined bars and boutique shops.

“Welcome to Matthew Street,” Fliss beamed at him, “Home of the Cavern Club, birthplace of the Fab Four. Well, somewhere they played like three hundred times anyway.”

Frank looked around, the place was already heaving, music could be heard from the many bars and pubs as they walked up to the top of the street where their hotel was. After checking in, they didn’t bother getting changed, Fliss assuring him that for an afternoon where they were, casual was totally the way to go.

“So, I wanna show you something.” Fliss smiled as she slipped her hand into his. She led him back down the street to the sports bar on the corner and smiled at the doorman who let them in. They walked over to the bar and Fliss stopped and nodded to the wall behind Frank. He turned and then blinked, his brows raising a little.

There, right in front of him, was a framed collage of four photos of his wife at the Olympics. They were sequential, the first three showing her clearing a huge purple and green over fence, the footage of which Frank had seen a few times, and then the last photo showed her punching the air and screaming as she realised, she had just won Olympic gold. On the frame was an engraved plaque containing her name and the date of the win, and it was signed by her in the bottom right-hand corner.

“Wow.” Was all he could say and Fliss grinned.

“Fred got ya tongue, Sailor?”

Frank turned and shot her a look, “sorry, I keep forgetting I’m married to a celebrity.”

At that she snorted, “hardly. Equestrians are only really recognised by fellow equestrians. That’s there because I’m from round here, same as everyone else on the walls.”

“I dare you to demand a free drink.” Frank smirked.

“Fuck off.”

“Don’t be a chicken.” He teased. “Go on, do the whole ‘don’t you know who I am?’ line.”

Fliss blinked before she shrugged, “fine. Go grab that table over there.”

Frank popped a shoulder and did as he was told, sitting down at the high table by the large window. He turned, watching Fliss at the bar as she spoke to the bartender. There was as brief exchange and Fliss removed her woollen hat and pointed to the photos of herself on the wall. At that point, Frank snorted and then watched as the man grinned, shook Fliss hand and nodded. Fliss turned and shot Frank a shit eating grin.

A minute or so later she walked over, two beers in her hand and placed one down in front of Frank.

“Easy.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” He chuckled, shaking his head. Fliss arched her brow on response and picked up her glass.

****

As with London, the next few days were spent exploring, drinking, eating and, well, fucking. The difference being, Fliss was on her ‘home turf’ so to speak, and knew the city like the back of her hand. She took Frank up to the Baltic Triangle, which was Frank’s favourite place in their whole visit. Once an industrial area of warehouses, it was now crammed full of independent bars, vintage markets, coffee shops, arcades, skate parks, pop up stalls and gin gardens. They spent a full day there, drinking and eating, watching the entertainment and perusing the Christmas Stalls before heading back. That was the night Fliss took Frank to the Cavern Club, another place he had been desperate to visit. As they descended the steps, Frank couldn’t help but look at all the photos of the singers and bands that had played at the venue. The actual bar itself was just as described, basically a cavern (or cellar, he suspected) with huge archways and curved roof. It was dark, but full of atmosphere as people were crammed together, waiting for the live music to start. They spent most of their night in there, Fliss chatting away to people she didn’t actually know, something Frank had noticed she was doing a lot of during their time in the city. He also noticed, with some amusement, that her Liverpudlian accent was growing a lot stronger and broader the more time they spent there.

She took him to see Anfield, the home of Liverpool Football Club, wrinkling her nose a little. She was much happier when they headed over to Everton’s stadium, Goodison Park, Frank knowing that her family were ‘Blues, not Reds.’ Fliss then headed into the club shop and purchased each of the kids a football shirt with their names on the back. It cost an absolute fortune, but as Frank handed over his credit card, he simply rolled his eyes.

He’d worry about paying that off in January.

On their last day, they headed down through the Liverpool One shopping area to the Quays. Fliss then took Frank on a walk and showed him where she’d seen them filming for some Marvel film. Frank pretended he cared when in truth the only thing he was interested in was the huge smile on his girl’s face, which simply hadn’t faded since they’d landed in Heathrow.

All too soon, they found themselves on their last night. Frank, following the directions he’d been given at the hotel reception, led Fliss round to Mowgli, an independent chain of Indian Street Food restaurants that were owned by a reasonably local chef. Steve had tipped him off about them, as both Fliss and Frank enjoyed Indian food but didn’t get the chance to eat much of it seeing as there weren’t a lot of places that offered it in South Pass. The food was absolutely stunning, the drinks were flowing and a few hours later they left with extremely full bellies.

And that was when Fliss gave Frank a surprise of her own.

“So, I booked us somewhere…for cocktails.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it’s called Ex Directory, and it’s amazing, but we need to find it first.”

“Find it, what do you mean?”

“I’ve only been once, and I was kinda drunk. But it’s like this secret bar and it’s hidden…”

Frank looked at her, before he shrugged, his hand slipping into hers once she finished wrapping her scarf around her neck, “lead the way.”

Lead the way she did, down what felt like a hundred dark and dingy back streets and alleys near the waterfront area. Frank was starting to wonder if she was playing him, on a wind up, but then he saw her stop and look around, a frown on her face.

“I’m sure it’s round here somewhere…”

They carried on, and as they turned the corner at the end, Fliss gave a squeal and grabbed his arm.

“This is it!” She exclaimed as she stopped at a traditional red telephone box.

“Fliss…”

“Trust me!” She grinned, yanking open the door.

Frank watched, and then shrugged to himself as he followed her in. She picked up the black phone, and Frank looked around as she spoke.

“Hi, the number I’m trying to reach is Ex Directory.” There was a pause. “Yeah, the name is Adler.”

Then, Frank jumped as a buzzing was heard and Fliss put the phone down and looked at him with a grin. She then pushed on the back wall of the booth, which swung open to reveal a lot set of steps, which descended underground, the sounds of music and chattering hitting his ears.

“Okay, what the hell?”

“I told you!” She laughed, “come on!”

With a snort of laughter, Frank followed her down the steps and they emerged into the underground bar which was heaving. It was lined with large red sofas, tables, the glossy and busy bar to the left. A band was playing on a stage to the right and the whole place was dimly lot with atmospheric lights.

“Fahk me!” Frank shook his head as Fliss grinned.

“Cool, huh?”

A man dressed as an old-fashioned movie detective, in a pair of chord trousers, shirt and suspenders headed over and smiled as he led them to a booth at the back.

Frank picked up a menu, as did Fliss who slapped it down almost immediately. “I know what I want, I’m going for the Merseyside Mash. Liverpool gin, raspberry vodka, cranberry juice and fresh lime.”

“Fuck it, make it two. When in Rome… or Liverpool.” Frank grinned and Fliss laughed, attracting the attention of their server.

Their two-hour slot passed in a heap of ridiculously overpriced cocktails, the two having one way or another made their way through roughly half the menu. They were definitely a little wobbly on their feet as they were led to the exit, which was slightly less spectacular than the entrance. It was simply a flight of stairs which emerged out of what looked like two ancient fire doors onto a busy street which ran parallel to the alley. Fliss blinked as the doors shut, and they both stared hard at the now seemingly completely normal brick wall behind them.

“Okay, I’m officially done.” Frank shook his head as Fliss laughed, hiccupping a little. “Wanna go somewhere else or…”

“Nope, if I drink anymore, I’m gonna spew.”

“Nice.” Frank snorted as Fliss hiccuped again.

They made their way back to the hotel, it taking a little longer than it should in account of the fact they were both giggling and having to stop every so often for air. Plus, the fact Frank was taking every opportunity he could to kiss the life out of his wife didn’t help.

Fliss stumbled at the entrance and the doorman chuckled a little as he held the door open. Frank saluted him and Fliss slapped his arm as they walked, a little unsteadily, across the lobby to the elevator.

They waited for the lift like children, Fliss tapping her foot and Frank bouncing in his. Both teetering back and forth at one point as if they were about to fall over.

The chime of the lift sounded and in the stumbled, the space to themselves. Frank hit the call button for their floor and up they rose, but not before Fliss leaned in and gave Frank a tantalizing kiss and broad swipe of her palm over his clothed crotch.

He grunted a little against her mouth and snorted as she pulled away, her brow flicking up at him.

“Maybe Christmas has come early, Sailor, if the size of that package is anything to go by.”

At that Frank let out a huge bellow of laughter and looked down at Fliss. “Your jokes are absolutely, fahkin awful.”

All she could do was pop her shoulder and grin. She couldn't care less. She was happy, more than so. Fliss Adler had the life she deserved and the husband that she should have had in the beginning. And now they were childless and on a delayed honeymoon, in her old stomping grounds and she was going to dam well make the best of it.

The lift stopped on their floor and out they went, Fliss pulling her Sailor along by his hand as they stumbled down the hall, loudly giggling and causing a ruckus.

“You’re gonna get us thrown out,” Frank whispered loudly as he followed behind her, “or arrested. And I don’t fancy spending a night in a cell. Did it once, it’s not great.”

"No one's gonna do shit," she giggled attempting their door with her key. She failed three times before Frank took over and nailed the first try.

"Smart ass," she giggled.

“Well, I do have a masters in Philosophy.”

Fliss turned on her feet and plowed her lips right into Frank's as the door to their room shut, his back falling into it. The air blew from his lungs in a huff, his hands falling to Fliss’ hips, fingers clutching at the woollen fabric of her yellow pea coat

He backed her into the room, taking charge of the kiss and the space, her own back hitting the wall near the bed as they came in. Rather clumsily and ungracefully, Fliss kicked her boots off as Frank's hands slid up that coat in haste and peeled it from her body. It fell with a thud to the floor, joined by his own as he shrugged it down and off his arms, his hands now moving to the bottom of Fliss’ sweater dress.

Her chilled fingers found his shirt collar and started down the buttons, flicking one by one through its slit and opening the material to reveal his white undershirt. Then she gripped at the belt of his jeans. His lips smashed back to hers as he pressed her further into the wall, yanking the dress over her head as she made quick work of his belt buckle.

That tell-tale clink sounded beyond their breathy kiss and fight for dominance before Frank had decided that was enough and twirled Fliss to the bed, the two of them falling flat, Fliss led over Frank.

“You do know I’m about to fuck you into next week?” Frank reached up and brushed her long hair back off her face.

"Yep." Fliss popped her 'p'.

“Good, just wanted to be clear on the situation.”

"Very clear." Fliss leaned back and sat on her heels as she straddled Frank's hips, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her panties hugging her curvy hips, those lacy boot socks making Frank swallow.

“Fahk, you’re beautiful.” He looked up at her, his hands curling round those hips he loved so much, giving a slight squeeze as he tilted his hips up.

Fliss blushed and bent forward, kissing him deeply. Her tongue dipped inside his mouth, lolling over his tongue before beginning a trail over his beard and along the hard line of his jaw to where the joint fit. She nipped at his neck and carried on kissing down his clothed chest, staining his white shirt with her lipstick before sitting up and tugging at the white tee.

"Off." She grunted, swivelling her hips over his hard cock, confined by his denims.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Frank sat bolt upright, his arms above his head allowing Fliss to tank the tee off.

"Much better," she smirked with a playful giggle. She shoved him back down and carried on kissing over his chest, sometimes trading off with a hot tongue over his skin and nipping at the edge of his belly button.

“His left hand clutched at the bed spread, right tangling gently in her hair as she continued her path, mouth following that strip of hair that ran from his naval right into his boxers.

Her brown eyes looked up at him as she kept kissing his lower belly, her delicate and gently calloused hands gripping at the sides of his jeans and boxers, giving them a tug. Frank tilted his hips to assist as she pulled the material down to his mid-thigh, his cock springing free.

Without a word, she gripped her hair in her left hand, pulling it round and over her shoulder before she wrapped her right around the base of his shaft. Her plump lips closed around the head and Frank hissed. Her brown eyes flicked up and stayed on his blues as she sunk her mouth all the way down as far as she could go.

“Jesus,” his hand gripped the back of her head tighter as his hips tipped softly upwards, his gaze still locked on hers.

Fliss moved with the thrust of his hips, covering his cock with her spit and pressing her thick tongue against that vein on the underside of him. Each bob of her head, each lash of her tongue, Frank could feel everything. She always gave good head, he had absolutely no complaints there at all, but somehow, tonight, it felt better than ever. In a ridiculously short time, Frank was fighting the urge to spill himself down her throat.

"Fahk, Cowgirl," he moaned, his balls tightening as she went. "I gotta... I aint.... Fahk..."

She didn’t stop. Instead, her eyes flashed mischievously and she doubled down on her efforts. Her head moved faster; tongue lashed harder as she hollowed her cheeks.

With a harshness, Frank grabbed both sides of her head, his body curling upward, his hips stuttered as he blew hard right down her throat, that salty, sticky cum coating her tongue and Fliss swallowed it all down.

With a loud groan, he sagged back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped in huge breaths of air, his eyes blinking as he glanced down.

Fliss was starting to lean up, licking at her lips, a painted nail wiping at the side of her mouth before she feverishly smirked at her husband.

“Oh, Cowgirl…” Frank shook his head as he sat up, and in a flash had her on her back, caged between his arms and legs.

"Sailor...." She practically purred.

“I believe I owe you something.”

"I'm waiting," she smirked.

Frank cocked a brow before he kissed her, his lips hard on hers but not for long. Just as she had with him, he kissed his way across her jaw to that spot behind her ear. She gave a whimper as his long finger slid underneath her bra strap and he whispered, “off.”

She obliged, unhooking the front clasp and freeing her fleshy mounds from their confines.

Frank’s hands smoothed up the side of her body, tracing her rib cage with skilled fingers. Calloused palms cupped her breasts, the pads of this thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples.

Fliss' breathy gasp made Frank smirk. "Sensitive?"

She swatted softly at his head and he chuckled, his mouth now trailing down her sternum. Hot open-mouthed kisses moved along, circling the swell of her breast before he gave a soft nip to the underneath.

She bit her lip as he continued down, kissing and scratching at her belly with his beard, nipping at the end of her ribs. His hands tugged at the edge of her panties and she lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to slide them down over her legs, taking her socks with them.

"Fahking beautiful, honey," Frank husked as he started kissing at the inside of her thigh, heading towards her glistening center.

“You have to… say that, fuck!” She swallowed as he nipped at her skin, “you’re married to me.”

"Nope. I.. Say... It... Because... I... Mean it." He kissed until his lips sat off to the side of her folds. His nose bumped at her sensitive skin, "I can fucking smell you, fahk, you smell so fucking good."

His dirty words made Fliss groan, but she positively cried out as soon as his mouth set to her. She was the ice cream he loved, the licks across her wetness, delving into her hole, nipping at her clit.

Fliss' hand curled into his soft hair and gave a tug as she mewed and moaned. At a certain long swipe of his tongue followed by a flick of it to her sensitive bud, Fliss shivered and shook in delight. Frank shook his head, causing his mouth and beard to scratch and brush across her clit even more. With a loud curse, her back arched off the bed, toes curling into the duvet where her feet rested either side of his shoulders.

His brows flicked upward at her reaction and a heavy arm slid up the middle of her tummy, his large hand grasping a breast, weighing her down. He wasn't finished with her and when he was, he was gonna truly fuck her stupid into next week.

A pinch to her nipple had her cursing, a string of expletives tumbling from her pretty mouth and Frank chuckled. The vibrations against her clit sent her into overdrive and she yanked on his hair, causing him to growl.

Fliss came with a force that made her skin tingle and her body quiver, a sobering effect that lust poured over her body. He carried on, his mouth fucking her and she pushed on his forehead, having become too sensitive, needing a moment. With a shit-eating smirk, Frank sat back on his heels as her legs fell flat against the bed.

“You okay?” He asked, his hands smoothing up the outside of her legs.

Chest heaving, Fliss could only nod. He was sporting a hard wood, solid dick again and he gently moved his fingers over her to wet his tips before fisting his cock.

"Good, cause I ain't done with you yet, Cowgirl."

She didn’t reply, merely gave a little whimper as he leaned over her, his lips brushing hers.

"I promised you into next week, sweetheart, and I'm gonna do it."

Frank lined himself up and slid right on in, whilst his lips crashed against her, swallowing her gasp at finally being stretched by her husband, a feeling she loved and craved.

Their mouths remained locked together with each thrust Frank made, his arms wrapping round Fliss sliding between her back and the bed, holding her close. Her legs curled around his hips, opening up more for him, sending him deeper. Her fingers trailed along those freckled speckled shoulders and down his back until Frank balanced himself in his elbows, reaching for her hands.

Entwining her fingers with his, Frank held Fliss' hands at each side of her head, rolling his hips into her. "I'm gonna fuck you good, baby, slow first then Imma make you scream."

“Fuck, yeah…” Fliss panted, her head falling back further into the pillow, “please, Frank…god, I love you,”

"I love you, baby, so fucking much." His hips kept rolling. Fliss was sensitive and she was close, her second orgasm no doubt on the cusp of emerging. And Frank could tell. From the tiny flutters around him to the way her mouth was open, eyelids flickering, nose scrunching, he knew it all.

"Let go, Lissy."

“I… fuck, Frank, I’m…” her voice cut off as she gave a loud moan, her body shaking as her second orgasm carried her away.

He thrusted her through it, rolling into her and giving a little swirl with each bottom out. And then, as she loudly came down from her crash, Frank slipped away, flipping her to her belly. "Hips up, sweetheart."

“What?” She mumbled, turning her head so her cheek was pressed to the pillow. She blinked and took a deep breath, “I can’t…”

"You can, baby, I know you can, just gimme one more."

With a soft whimper, Fliss raised her hips. The angle at which Frank slid inside her had her moaning as she was swollen from arousal and soaked from orgasm. Frank, too, groaned at the change in feel.

Fliss mumbled something completely and utterly incoherent in response and Frank chuckled a little. One hand curled round her hip, the other gripped at the back of her neck, keeping her face pressed to the pillow,

"Can I go harder, Fliss, please baby," Frank begged.

She nodded, “yeah,” her voice stuttered out and Frank gave a groan of delight.

"Oh, fahk, fucking love you, honey."

She didn’t reply, she couldn’t. No noises at all seemed to be finding their way out of her mouth. Her jaw was slack as her body jolted with each fast and hard rut Frank made into her.

He railed at her, sweat covering their bodies as she took it in blissful, over stimulated stride. His balls were tight and he could feel her walls pulsing around him.

"One more, Flissy, I promise, I'm ganna.... You gotta...."

“Oh…oh God…” Fliss hand reached up, slapping against the headboard of the bed, nails scratching at the velvet material, “Frank, I’m…. Oh fu-uuuck…”

This time, her scream was loud as her face contorted into a heady mix of ecstatic agony and with a tremble her body fell flat against the bed, hips held up by Frank who was now pounding into her with an avaricious pace, chasing his own end which wasn’t far behind.

"Jesus, FUCK," Frank roared like a feral animal at the end of long hunt. He came, with a force he wasn’t sure he’d felt before, his hips giving a final deep thrust before he stopped, buried balls deep in his wife.

He collapsed over her, chest pressed to her back, both over stimulated and breathless, drunkenly fucked out and exhausted. Frank stayed still as did Fliss until his body could function. He then began to slowly, ever so tenderly ply his lips over her bare back. Gingerly kissing each freckle or mole he could. His lips reached the crock of her shoulder, their caress gentle as he softly loved on her.

"That was..." He panted, "amazing."

“As good…” Fliss took a deep breath, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow, “as Vermont?”

"Honey, Vermont is a whole different level," he chuckled into her back.

Fliss lay still, allowing her body to even out as Frank persisted to map his lips over the canvas of her skin.

"I love you, baby."

At that she moved a little and Frank propped himself up, slowly pulling his hips back and sliding out of her. With a sigh, she shuffled round onto her back and looked up at him, those brown eyes shining with their usual warmth and her hand cupped his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

*****

Christmas passed in the usual whirlwind of food, alcohol, family and friends and, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Frank found himself at the end of January, pondering where the absolute living fuck the last month or so had gone.

Time seemed to be speeding up, the more he thought about it recently, and he’d suddenly realised on New Years’ eve that in just over six weeks or so he would be forty

Fucking forty.

Fliss had grinned when he’d made the mistake of voicing that to her, pointing out that it was Steve’s fortieth a few weeks after and then suggested they had a joint party, something that she and Sian were extremely in favour of. He and Steve, possibly less so. But, as Steve had pointed out, it would happen anyway so they might as well just get on board.

Right now, though, the only thing Frank was trying to get on board with was wrestling with an over opinionated eighteen-month-old who was refusing to get dressed.

“No!” Alex shook his head as he sat on his little bed, Frank holding out a blue t-shirt.

“Fine, what about this one?” He held up a yellow one.

“No.”

He tried again with a purple one.

“No.”

“Okay, we’re running out of options here Bean, gimme something to work with, huh?” Frank rolled his eyes and watched as Alex climbed down and toddled over to his wardrobe. His little hand then pointed to a little button-down plaid shirt, not unlike the one Frank himself had on.

“Mine.”

“You want that one?”

Alex nodded and pointed to Frank, his little face smiling. “Dadda!”

At that Frank grinned, “You wanna be like daddy? That it, pal?”

Alex blinked before he turned back to the shirt in his wardrobe, a coo of satisfaction escaping him as he reached for it. “Mine. Wear.”

“You got it, buddy.”

Ten minutes later, Frank carried a now fully dressed Alex downstairs where the fight then started over his footwear. It had rained overnight, but Alex was refusing to wear his Wellington boots, instead wanting his Converse.

“They’ll get trashed, no. Absolutely not.” Frank shook his head, and rolled his eyes as Alex flopped to the floor, sitting on his butt, arms folded.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Frank shook his head, as Alex pouted up at him, his eyes narrowed “you remind me of your sister.”

“No.”

“Listen. I’m the adult,” Frank arched his brow, “this ain’t a negotiation.”

But, despite his protests, it totally was and eventually, Alex agreed to wear his little brown cowboy boots. Together they slowly walked to the yard, Alex’s hand held in his dad’s as they crossed the lawn. Frank opened the gate, reaching out to scratch Fred behind the ear as he was perched on the fence, his tail swishing a little.

“Hi, Mama!” Alex beamed and Frank let go of him, allowing him to run towards Fliss, who smiled at him.

“Hi baby!” She swept him up, placing a kiss to his cheek and Frank smiled as he watched her for a moment before she set Alex down on the floor, her hands finding her hips as he toddled over to Mary. Thor looked up from the spot he was lazing in, before he lay his head back down, eyes closing.

“Hi!” Mary grinned at Alex as he held his hand out to her. “You wanna come see Monty?”

“Yip! See Mon-tee!” The toddler nodded, and Frank rolled his eyes. Mary was still the only one that Alex seemed to be completely and utterly happy to acquiesce to. His word of choice ‘yes’ for his sister, as opposed to the standard ‘no’ he gave everyone else.

“I saw that!” Mary shot and Frank scoffed.

“Want me to give you a quarter so you can call someone who cares?”

“What… I don’t know what that means.” Mary looked at him and Fliss laughed.

“He’s showing his age, sweetie.”

Mary merely shrugged as Frank turned to his wife, his brow arched as she grinned back cheekily.

His smart-ass quip back melted away and Frank found himself simply stood, admiring Fliss. Her long sleeved black and white plaid was open over a plain white tee, which was tucked into her light grey jeans, her own cowboy boots on her feet. Her long auburn hair was poking out from underneath her cowboy hat, illuminated by the early Saturday morning sun. He realised then, she was stood in the exact spot he had first seen her some four years ago, back when his life had been a mess, a mess that rapidly slipped into a cluster fuck. One that she pulled him through.

Both of them had been lost, burdened by the pain of their past and in one another they had both found everything they didn’t know they needed, and more.

It wasn’t without flaws, because they themselves weren’t without flaws, nobody was, no matter how much they tried to be. But it was perfect for them. Beautifully flawed, full of ups and downs, bumps in the road offset with the periods of smooth sailing.

Love, frustration, fun, seriousness, happy times, sadder times, it was exhilarating, passionate, full of excitement. It was one hell of a ride, and Frank was firmly in the saddle, grasping the reins with both hands.

Because he wanted it all.

With large, purposeful strides, he walked over to his wife. Without a word, his arms wrapped around her waist and she chuckled when he kissed her. As his lips pressed to hers, he dipped her slightly causing her to squeak in her throat, her hand flying to her head to catch her hat as it started to slip off backwards.

“Hey, Sailor.” She grinned against his mouth and Frank pulled her back upright, his hands settling at her waist. Her own arms slid up round his neck as Frank smiled at her.

“Hey, Cowgirl.”

He dropped his face to hers, fully intending to take another kiss…

And then a loud yell rang out across the little courtyard.

“No, Frank!!”

To all of you who’ve been on this wild ride, to everyone who’s liked, commented, messaged and re-blogged along the way over the last twenty months, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This last chapter is dedicated to my Evangers. Your banter, messages, creativity and virtual movie days/nights have seen me through the last 20 months. And whilst oceans may separate us, I love you all.

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #frank adler x oc #gifted #gifted fan fic #chris evans characters

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galaxxiwrites · 3 years

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Hi I just want to say thank you for making this blog and I hope you have lots fun! Seriously it’s a blessing to have another final fantasy 14 blog. May I ask for wedding day headcanons for G'raha tia, Aymeric de Borel, and Haurchefant.

Anon??? I love you??? I'm so s o f t aaaah (｀；ω；´) Thank you!! I'm having tons of fun and I'm so happy for all the people who have requested from me, liked my posts and reblogged my stuff. It all means so much to me!! Now without further ado, some Eternal Bond hcs~ :D

warnings: Shadowbringers spoilers!

Ceremony of Eternal Bonding (ft. G'Raha Tia, Aymeric & Haurchefant)

G'raha Tia

Crystal Tower wedding, nothing can change my mind.

It was thanks to the Crystal Tower that he met so many wonderful people, including his hero and the love of his life, so it was only natural for him to be wed there.

Raha will stress about every little detail, after all he wants it to be perfect for you, because he doesn't want you to regret ever saying yes to becoming his mate.

He's actually more stressed about this than you are

There was a bit of regret though, as he wanted to at least invite the people of Crystarium, especially Lyna.

You reassured him that you would visit the First and tell them of your marriage, and he softly thanked you.

For the train wreck he was during the wedding preparations, he was surprisingly level headed during the wedding.

The ones invited are the Scions, the Sons of St. Coinach, and Garlond Ironworks. You even reserved a seat for Papalymo and Minfillia, knowing that they would have wanted to be here as well.

Lots of teasing from his fellow Sharlayan disciples, especially Krile and Y'shtola.

Waiting for the wedding to happen felt so much longer than the two centuries he endured in the First. He wanted to see you so bad, even though you were with him a mere few hours ago.

When the music finally began, his heart raced so much that he thought it would jump out of his chest. It was finally happening, you were finally gonna walk down that aisle and he was finally gonna see you in your wedding dress. He was finally going to be bonded to you for life.

Tears rolled down his cheeks without him realizing as he saw you standing at the entrance, a bouquet of red roses in hand as you walked down the aisle. You were so beautiful, so enchanting, so...breathtaking. He was at a loss of words, and he knows that even the dictionary would not help him describe how heavenly you looked.

He tried to compose himself again as he waited at the other end of the aisle, but the tears wouldn't stop overflowing.

You approached him, and through teary eyes he saw a feint smile underneath your veil. You wiped away some of his tears with your gloves, not saying a word but he knew you were encouraging him nontheless.

The Moogle priest gave his blessings, and finally, he can say the words he's been waiting his whole life to say.

"I do."

Everyone has been trying hard to get used to calling him G'raha Nunh, after the wedding, but seeing the flustered feline made it so hard for them to ever call him such.

Aymeric de Borel

Your marriage with Aymeric is held in the Ishgardian Cathedral, witness by the Ishgardians en masse.

The church was decorated in beautiful blues and whites, and despite its cooling colors gave the people of Ishgard a warm sensation in their hearts.

The wedding planning takes a while almost a whole year actually, as the both of you had your owns works to attend to. Between saving the realm of Eorzea as it's Warrior of Light and representing Ishgard as it's Speaker of House of Lords, there was only so much time in a day you could both dedicate wedding planning to.

You both agree to be wed on Starlight Eve, since it's the time when both of your schedules are at it's most relaxed.

At the front row of cathedral benches was a sign that said "Reserved," with the Borel's family steward sitting beside the images of Aymeric's adoptive parents.

Expect to be spoiled by the Eorzean Alliance with gifts. Although the respective leaders couldn't be there physically, the both of you could feel their hearts conveyed through the gifts.

Surprisingly, you also received a gift from Estinien. It was a simple greeting card, congratulating the two of you for finding happiness with each other.

The both of you weren't ones for superstitions, however Tataru had banned Aymeric from meeting you ever since the Bachelorette party the Scions held for you the night before the wedding.

So when Aymeric finally saw you across the aisle in your wedding gown dyed dragoon blue and golden linings, his jaw dropped.

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes, as if he was falling for you again for the first time, as you slowly made your way down the aisle with Thancred, who stood in as your paternal figure.

Tears were shed left and right. Many were from the elderly Ishgardian residents as they see their former Lord Commander be wed to the savior of the World.

When you finally arrived beside him, he gently grasped both of your hands in his and gave them a kiss.

The ceremony itself felt it went by in a flash, and before you knew it, you were both giving wedding vows.

"In sickness and in health, I promise to dedicate my everything to you forevermore, (y/n). I love you."

Haurchefant Greystone

FLOWER CROWNS ON YOU AND HAURCHEFANT.

Haurchefant never expected himself to be wed, what with him simply being a bastard son of the noble Fortemps family.

So when it came to planning the wedding, Haurchefant was 100% hands on.

The wedding would be held at Camp Dragonhead, attended only by your closest companions and immediate family.

...Or so he had hoped. However, only his Father and Francel were his only attendees. Ironically, it was he who cheered you up when you saw his brothers absent.

Francel was actually more excited about Haurchefant's wedding than the latter himself. Of course, he wanted to give grandiose gifts to his dearest comrade and savior, but Haurchefant would not have any of it. Francel's presence alone was enough for Haurchefant.

And so the ceremony of eternal bonding was celebrated within the walls of Camp Dragonhead. As if blessed by Halone herself, the weather that day was the fairest Central Coerthas had experienced in a while.

Haurchefant's smile that day as he stood beside you in front of the priest was the biggest smile and most relaxed he's ever worn in a long while.

When you were announced man and wife, he cupped your face in his hands and peppered your face with long, loving kisses.

Admittedly, Haurchefant was more excited for his life after the wedding. Being able to wake up every morning you, having lazy mornings and warm breakfasts, being welcomed home by a woman so overflowing with love for him...such was all the bliss he asked for.

"My beloved (y/n), thank you for choosing me. It means the world to me."

#ffxiv #ffxiv aymeric #ffxiv haurchefant #ffxiv g'raha tia #g'raha tia #g'raha x reader #aymeric de borel #aymeric x reader #haurchefant x reader #haurchefant greystone #thank you for the request!

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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Draco Malfoy and the Parent Trap (headcanons)

Request: hc for scorpius trying to get his father back together with his dada teacher a while after his mother passing because he wanted his father to be happy and he found out reader used to be his school sweetheart before things got in their way? - anon

A/N: This is a fairly long headcanon and for that, I apologise! I had so much fun with this though! I’ve split this into sections like how I would a full length fic otherwise it’s too hard to follow, in my opinion.

Warnings: female reader, mischief and mishaps, kissing, fluff, humour, mentions of death, past relationships.

Scorpius Malfoy loved his mother; he adored his mother, but even he could no longer deny that she was not coming back.

Astoria Malfoy had died, and she was not coming back.

It had been years since her passing and whilst Scorpius missed her every single day, he could not ignore the fact that his father needed to meet someone new.

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Draco Malfoy adored his wife; he would give up his soul to have her back in his arms where he could love her as wholly as he had when she was alive. If he had possession of the resurrection stone, he knew who he would bring back, he didn't care whether it would change her - he would have her back.

However, Draco Malfoy was lonely. He missed his wife, but he also missed the companionship of a relationship. He missed going to bed and having someone there when he woke up wishing him a good morning.

He yearned to have someone to hold; someone to love; someone to care for.

Draco Malfoy simply wanted someone.

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Scorpius didn't really have a favourite class; he enjoyed them all as he loved learning, but he found himself drawn to Defence Against the Dark Arts when you took over as Professor, breathing new life into the subject.

“Scorpius!” You call, smiling widely as the blonde ambles over to you. “Well done! I haven't seen spell casting like that since I last saw your father.”

“You knew my father?” Scorpius asks you, shocked at the admission.

“We were very close for a time,” You admit, feeling your face flush as the teenager looks on confused, “But we drifted apart.”

“What was he like back then?” Scorpius asks before he can help himself, “Dad doesn't speak a lot about his time at Hogwarts; he says his life began when he met my mother.”

You laugh, pressing a hand to your chest. “I understand why he would say that; he always was the romantic. I was sorry to hear of her passing; I remember when she attended Hogwarts.”

“Thank you,” Scorpius whispers quietly; a new wave grief washing over him as he meets another person who0 had known his mother.

“You’re the spitting image of your father. How is he?” You ask, needing to know.

“He’s okay. He’s lonely,” Scorpius admits, “He misses my mother.”

“As he should,” You state, nodding solemnly. “He always was serious. Even in school; I could very rarely get him to take a night off and have some fun.”

Scorpius smiles at the image conjured in his mind; the teenaged version of his father causing mayhem around the castle - it just didn't seem true. Scorpius sighs when he glances at the clock. “I’ll see you next time, Professor.”

“Bye, young Malfoy,” You laugh, thinking back to a time when a blonde haired teenager had been the centre of your universe.

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Scorpius brings up the subject at lunch, asking Albus and Rose whether they knew anything of it.

Albus shrugs, sipping at his water before shaking his head. Rose frowns, tapping her chin with her finger. “I remember hearing my parents talk about it,” She murmurs, seeming far off as if in a distant memory.

“What did they say?” Scorpius all but demands, perching on the edge of his seat.

Rose’s eyes brighten as the conversation comes back to her. “I remember!” She all but cries, “They were discussing Professor (Y/L/N)’s appointment as our professor - they knew her at Hogwarts, you see.”

“Anything else?” Scorpius presses, already aware of such knowledge.

“My dad spoke about how he could never believe that someone like Professor (Y/L/N) would date your dad.”

“WHAT?” Scorpius shouts; not out of the slight insult to his father, but the fact that his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher used to date his father and neither said a word about it. “They dated?!”

Rose shrugs, reaching for her drink. “They must have if my parents were talking about it. I don't know how long for, but both my parents said it was the nicest they had seen your father act.”

Scorpius frowns at Rose’s words but does not comment; instead, he wonders about his father, overworking himself at St Mungo’s so he doesn't have to come home to an empty house.

“Scorp,” Albus sings, interrupting Scorpius’ worrying, “I have an idea.”

“What is that?” Scorpius asks warily; these ideas never ended well.

“You were talking about wanting your father to find love again... and here you are being educated by on elf his exes.”

“Okay?”

“Set them up you fool!”

“Oh!” Scorpius gasps, seeing the plan fall into place right before his eyes.

“Alright,” He concedes, “But I’ll need your help.”

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The plan gets put into motion the following week.

Scorpius approaches you at the end of Thursday’s lesson, a sheepish look on his face.

“You know your father had the same expression when he messed up,” You snort, “What did you do?”

“It’s not so much what I did, but what my father would like to hear.”

“Pardon?”

“My father wrote to me yesterday asking if he could have an early report of my progress in school. Since you already know him, I thought - if you don't mind, that is - you would write to him first, update him on DADA?”

You roll your eyes. “Of course, Scorpius. I’ll write a report his evening and send it with the owls tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you!” Scorpius exclaims; eyes wide with happiness as the first stage of the plan falls into place.

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Stage One: set up communication.

Draco had never sent his son a letter asking for his progress so far; Draco never rushed for academic excellence, he was simply happy with Scorpius’ best.

However, the report would hopefully open up a line of communication between the exes which would in turn lead to something more.

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Owl Post arrives only once a day so it isn't until Saturday that Scorpius hears back from his father.

He opens his letter with barely restrained glee; Albus and Rose watching on curiously.

Inside the weighty envelope, Scorpius finds your progress report of his work in DADA but also an attached note from his father:

“Scorpius, you do not need to feel pressured to send me reports. I know you’ll try your best in every subject. You will do well with (Y/N) teaching you. She was a genius at this subject when I was at school.”

Scorpius freezes for a moment; running a finger over his father’s handwriting as he is hit with a keen sense of absence. He didn't get homesick often, but right now, he misses his father more than words could say.

Albus reads over the letter, Rose follows. The three sit in silence as they think of their next move. Rose comes up with the idea.

“Your dad needs to reply to Professor (Y/L/N). It would look rude if he did not.”

Scorpius nods; reaching into his bag for a piece of parchment and his quill. He scrawls a quick reply to his father:

“Dad, I just thought you would appreciate the update. I hope you replied to Professor (Y/L/N), it would be rude to not have given that she took the time to write to you.”

His reply is sent in the afternoon when he treks up the Owlery, feeds a postal owl before offering up his letter to be returned to Draco. Scorpius had even tucked Professor (Y/L/N)’s original letter in the envelope so his father did not forget what she had written.

As Scorpius watches the owl fly away, he wonders whether this plan will ever work.

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Time passes and Scorpius begins to wonder whether the plan is working.

He watches you in lessons; notices that you seem a little brighter, that there is a little glow about you when you smile.

And Scorpius cannot help but wonder whether his father did reply and that the both of you were keeping in touch.

The hope that unfurls in his chest at the thought if his father happy again is what makes him pray to Merlin for it all to work out.

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It’s a Friday afternoon, weeks into the plan, when you approach Scorpius.

“Scorpius, may I talk to you for a moment?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“I’m not sure if your father had made you aware or whether he was keeping it a surprise, but he’s coming to the school tomorrow.”

Scorpius’ face goes slack at your words.

Draco had never come to the school; had not wanted to come after the second wizarding war and for good reason too. For Draco to be stepping foot back into the place he so strongly thinks hates him, there must be a powerful reason.

“Why?” is all Scorpius asks.

You fiddle with your fingers before replying. “He sent me a letter letting me know he would be coming to see you, but to also catch up with me. You don’t mind, do you? I know this could be strange for you. I’ll happily cancel if you want to spend the whole day with your father.”

The hope that had been hiding away just behind his heart begins to bloom in his chest as he takes in the hopeful expression on your face. It's then that Scorpius realises that you don't want to cancel on his father, but you would for him. It’s then that Scorpius realises that his father might just be ready for moving on.

“I don't mind at all,” He answers, finding his words truthful. “You and my father have a lot to catch up on.”

“That we do,” You laugh before smiling genuinely at the teenager, “Thank you, Scorpius.”

Scorpius smiles; grabbing his belongings and making his way out of the classroom. Stage two of the plan had begun with Scorpius even realising.

He knows exactly what he needs to do tomorrow.

-----

Scorpius barely sleeps all night for thinking of it.

He’s up with the sun and the first to breakfast as he waits for his father's arrival.

He remains sitting in the Great Hall when he begins to wonder just exactly where his father is. It was long past the time of his arrival.

It’s then that Scorpius decides to wander to the DADA classroom.

He finds Draco there in quiet conversation with you; sitting close together on the desks, hands so close touching that it almost pains Scorpius to look.

He realises then how well you fit together; how you both balance each other out when you snort at something Draco says, reaching out to show his shoulder playfully. Scorpius cannot remember a time when he saw his father have fun; have a joke with someone.

Heads bent close together, Scorpius catches the glimpse of an indulgent smile on his father’s face and it's then that Scorpius knows that his father has found another person to love.

Scorpius thought it would hurt, to see his father with another, but it doesn't. Instead, Scorpius feels relief that his father might not be so alone forever.

An idea pops into Scorpius’ mind.

Gathering his courage, Scorpius reaches for the door handle, and slams the door shut loudly.

He covers his mouth to quash the laughter that bubbles at the sound of your surprised yelp.

He quickly casts a locking charm on the door, remembering an advanced one taught to him by Rose whose mother had taught it to her.

“Let us out!” You yell, shaking the door handle and banging on the door.

“Not yet!” He shouts back with a smile.

“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!” Draco shouts, “Let us out right now!”

“Not until you get your act together!”

“What?”

“You can't come out until you admit your feelings!”

And with that, the voices on the other side of the door fall silent and Scorpius sits himself across the corridor from the entrance to the classroom.

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Draco shakes his head at the audacity of his son.

You press a hand to your mouth to stop the laughter from leaving.

“It’s not funny!” Draco laments.

“It kinda is,” You admit, “Your son could see something neither of us could.”

“What?”

“Draco, you would have to be half blind to not see my feelings for you.”

“What?” The blonde repeats, once again struck dumb.

You shrug, “We’ve been talking for a while and I thought there was something there. At least, there is something there on my end.”

“It’s been so long,” He whispers, closing his eyes against the wave of emotions washing over him.

Draco feels nothing but conflict; he can no longer ignore the rising affection he has for you, but with every sting of it, he’s reminded of Astoria.

“I’m not asking to replace her,” You whisper, drawing your hands up to your chest as if protecting the already breaking heart. “I know I could never do that.”

Opening his eyes, Draco sees the stricken expression on your face and hates that he’s the cause for it. “I miss having someone there,” He admits quietly, “I miss having someone.”

“I could be that someone,” You state.

“I want you to be that someone,” Draco admits, pulling your hands from your chest, holding them gently in his own. “I want you.”

A watery smile breaks across your face as Draco drops on elf your hands to caress your cheek. “A new chapter,” You whisper, leaning into his touch.

“A new chapter,” Draco promises, ducking his head to kiss you.

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Scorpius Malfoy misses his mother every day. He knows that she will always be with him, but he misses her nonetheless.

However, he cannot ignore how happy he is for his father to have found someone to love again.

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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Hello! Just gotta say your writing gives me 🌟✨life✨🌟 so thank you for always posting something >w<)-b Could you write some hcs for David crushing on an extremely timid reader who likes to write? I may or may not have re-read your Hillbilly x author reader a bunch of times..~

Awww how cute! I've been wanting to write for David for the longest time! Thank you for this ask!

David King x Timid!Reader

David is a big boy. He's rough and tough, and fully understands that he's an intimidating guy. It isn't something he leans into regarding his fellow survivors, given, well... you know. But he'll gladly use his given nature to throw hands with killers and protect the other survivors during trial.

And you certainly weren't an exception to that rule. You're a cute little thing, and another unfortunate bastard that's found themselves in hell right beside of him.

It'd be a lie to say that he wasn't attached to you from day one. You were just so... scared. Scared and confused, and yet... hopeful. You still thought everyone could get out. HA! David couldn't bear to crush your little fantasy, and he'd give anyone Jake a death glare if they look like their gonna burst your little bubble.

After a while, the two of you start to get closer. You've been glued to David's side since you've been trapped here, and he swore to you then and there that he'd do everything in his power to protect you, no matter what.

Before long, you began to sort of... fit in to the slog that was the never-ending trials the Entity threw at you. You went through peaks and troughs, struggling with futility and an ever-dimming hope, but you clung onto that part of you, and it's one of the things David loves respects you the most for.

At some point, you were gifted a notebook and a pencil. It was one of the only things other than David that helps you retain your sanity in this hellhole. It was something to keep your hands and mind busy, and it becomes common place for many of the other survivors to use those notebooks for various things to pass the time.

But there's that one book that's yours and yours, alone. You're always scribbling in it, and David is always curious about... whatever it is that you're doing over there. He never pries, and you never say, so he's content to just leave it be. You deserve your privacy, and he wouldn't dream of breaking the trust between the two of you.

Eventually, you start to become... fidgety. It's like you want to tell him something, but something or another is stopping you. It's not that he's annoyed, he's just- eh, well... Shit, he's annoyed. David can't help but to just say "Out with it, love!"

Aaaaaand he's an asshole. You, of course, tear up a little, and end up just lobbing your notebook at him and walking away. Yep, an asshole... David picks it up, and, huh? There's a bunch of loose-leaf paper in there? And it- Oh. Oh, uhh...

It's notes. Addressed to him. Some are scribbled out, and others are only partially written, before you started over a few lines later. Yeah, he shouldn't be looking at these- No, wait. Is this-? Oh. Oh shit.

He returns it sheepishly to you after he you both cool off a little. He'll apologize awkwardly, unable to make eye contact, and ask what you wanted to show him. You'll get that excited glint in your eyes and your face goes all flushed as you fumble with the book, showing him that you have, after a lot of trial and error and heartbreak and frustrated tears, have started to not only write once more, but actually make something tangible this time!

David will listen to you rant and go on and on about anything that is important to you. He'll be attentive, even if he doesn't completely understand what's going on, he loves seeing you so... energetic and all around happy.

The notes aren't brought up. He doesn't forget, though. All the sweet words and clumsy confessions that you stumbled through on all those pieces of paper were burned into his mind. How could he forget? It's left him with butterflies in his stomach and his hands all clammy. David will let you tell him at your own pace. If you want to tell him, you will, and he won't be going anywhere in the meantime.

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#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd david king #dbd david king x reader #ask response

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tessisawriter · 3 years

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Invisible String, Part 1 (Colton Parayko)

Request: Can you write an imagine where the reader is John Krasinski’s [niece] but she’s dating Colton Parayko and like she has to breaks the news and John acts mad or something and scares them but then he says he’s joking and he’s fine with it? Thanks

***NOTE***: I changed some details in the last scene b/c I moved the timeline up from October 7 to September 14.

A/N: I’m back! The protagonist is an OC but I decided to call her Y/N instead of giving her an actual name b/c John Krasinski has nieces and/or nephews irl. I already planned the entire plot but idk whether the series will be 2 or 3 parts—I’ll post an update when I know more. This series takes place from March 2018 to June 2019 and is loosely based on Taylor Swift’s “Invisible String.” Here is the playlist.

Warnings: Six swear words, rough breakup, alcohol, loneliness & homesickness

Word Count: 3.4k

March 21, 2018

You were impervious to the mix of pitying and derisive glances from passersby as you sat on the curb. You knew you looked like a cliché, crying in front of a restaurant because your boyfriend broke up with you on your 22nd birthday, but you didn’t care. One question gnawed at you: how had six words upended your seemingly perfect day and relationship?

Your brain was buzzing with activity, wondering if Max had given you any clues that something was amiss. This morning, you woke up in his Cambridge apartment to him singing “Happy Birthday” while kneeling at the side of the bed. As soon as Max finished singing, he kissed you before grabbing his backpack and hurrying out of the room. That didn’t mean anything, though: Max was one of the only seniors to have the misfortune of taking all morning classes because his major was Theater, Dance, and Media. He was also (as usual) running late.

The rest of the day unfolded like any other Wednesday as you followed your schedule of lounging in bed, studying for an hour, going to the sandwich shop across the street for lunch, and heading to campus at 1PM for your classes. Afterwards, you went back to the apartment to find Max waiting there, already dressed for dinner. You quickly showered, curled your long (Y/HC) hair, and changed into a dark green dress and black booties before taking his hand and going to an Italian restaurant in Boston’s North End.

There were no warning signs at dinner, either. In fact, everything was perfect until you were waiting for the check and Max said with a detached look in his eyes, “I think we should break up.”

You didn’t want to relive what happened next, but the images of you acting like Elle Woods when Warner broke up with her in Legally Blonde popped into your head unbidden. You closed your eyes in humiliation and shame as you remembered Max, the man you dated for three years, abandoning you at the table and fleeing the restaurant. The other customers stared at you, some sympathetic, others scandalized, and the rest in pure shock.

You snapped out of the flashback when you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder. You whipped your head around to find a young man with blonde hair and black rimmed glasses squatting next to you on the curb.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

The panic faded as you took in the man’s features. He was definitely in his 20s, probably a few years older than you, and his blue eyes were filled with concern. Something about that concern, though, made you snap.

“Do I look like I’m okay? I mean, come on, look at me!” you demanded while pointing at your face, which you (correctly) assumed had giant black streaks of mascara on it.

You fully expected the man to walk away and leave you be, but he sat down on the curb instead and said, “My bad, that was a stupid question. I’ve got some tissues if you want them?”

That made your attitude soften. He was only trying to help, so you nodded and he handed you a pack of tissues from his pocket. You smiled at him, took the tissues, and wiped your eyes and face. As soon as you were satisfied that they were clean, you broke the silence. “Thank you…?”

“Colton, and it’s no problem. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” You held out your hand for him to shake, which he did. After a pause, you asked: “Why did you stop? Surely you have somewhere better to be tonight.”

He chuckled, and the sound of it made your heart flutter. “I was just heading back to my hotel when I saw you, and I figured I’d stop and make sure you get home safe. That is, assuming you live here?”

“Yeah, I live in Cambridge.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized they were no longer true, so you amended your statement. “Well, I lived in Cambridge until about 15 minutes ago when my now ex-boyfriend dumped me. On my fucking birthday.”

“Shit, that sucks. I’m really sorry.” He paused before adding, “I’m assuming he isn’t here.”

“Nope. He hightailed it out of the restaurant as soon as he got his credit card back.”

Colton shook his head. “What a jackass.”

“I know, right? I wasted three whole years with someone who not only broke up with me in a very public setting on my birthday, but also couldn’t be bothered to ask where I would go! He probably assumed I’d go to my parents’ house, but still.”

“Your parents live here?” Colton asked as he fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it.

“Yeah, right by Boston Common, why?”

“I’ll get an Uber and drop you off before going back to the hotel.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” you protested while going through your bag for your phone. “We just met! I’ll pay.”

“Nonsense. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Let me take care of it.”

You stared into Colton’s eyes and realized he wasn’t going to back down. It took everything in you to suppress your pride, thank him, and provide the address. Colton typed it into his phone, waited for a moment, and said, “The closest one is around the block.”

“That’s good.” Your burst of energy dissipated as quickly as it came, and you fell silent. From the corner of your eye, you saw Colton open his mouth as if to say something before the headlights of a car momentarily blinded you.

“That’s the Uber.” Colton stood up and offered his hand, and you took it. You couldn’t help but notice how well they fit together as he pulled you up and off the curb, but after regaining your balance, something else grabbed your attention: his height.

“Gee, how tall are you? No one’s ever made me feel like a dwarf before,” you joked as he led you to the car, your hands still intertwined.

He chuckled and opened the door for you. You let go of his hand and slid into the car. After Colton slid in next to you and shut the door, he replied, “I’m 6’6” and no one’s ever made me feel like I’m not a giant before. You’re what, 5’10”?”

“6 feet, actually,” you corrected him. “So, where are you from, Colton?”

“St. Albert; it’s just outside Edmonton in Canada, but I’ve been in the States for a while. I went to the University of Alaska in Fairbanks before moving to, uh, St. Louis.”

You noticed Colton’s hesitancy and the fact that he lowered his voice when saying “St. Louis,” and you were about to ask why when you thought better of it. You were protective of your privacy, too, especially whenever people commented about how funny it was that you shared the same last name as John Krasinski. It wasn’t a coincidence—he was your uncle, and the two of you were extremely close—but you went along with it and never corrected them because it wasn’t their business. So, you let it go. “And what brings you to Boston?”

“Work,” he said before changing the subject. “What do you do? Are you still in school or—”

“I’m a senior at Harvard,” you cut him off. You generally didn’t drop the “H-bomb,” as you and your friends called it, with people you didn’t know well, but this was a special case. Colton just confirmed he was hiding something, and after looking at him in better lighting, his face seemed familiar, which weirded you out. You had to get back on equal footing, and the H-bomb almost always unsettled people.

“Wow, you must be really smart,” Colton said, seeming impressed but unphased. You couldn’t help yourself from raising an eyebrow as he asked, “What’s your major?”

“Government. What was yours?”

“Business administration.”

“Ah.” You fell silent again, this time on purpose, as you racked your brain for where you might have crossed paths with Colton. He wasn’t from Boston, not even close, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d seen him before, and recently.

Colton didn’t let you ruminate for long before reviving the conversation. “What do you want to do when you graduate?”

“I’ll be a lawyer one day, but I have to be a paralegal first. I’m looking for jobs right now.”

Before Colton could reply, the car came to a stop. You looked out the window and saw your parents’ townhouse and your childhood home.Your time in the car had flown by, a sensation you rarely, if ever, experienced. And there was something between you and Colton, a connection you couldn’t quite describe, that made you want to spend more time with him. But your time was up. “This is me. It was nice to meet you, Colton, and thanks again for the ride—I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem,” he replied. “I’m glad I found you.”

You were overwhelmed by an intense desire to ask for his number. If only he lived in Boston or somewhere in the Northeast. But he lived in St. Louis, so you moved to open the door, only to feel Colton’s hand wrap around yours and hear him say: “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You turned around and locked eyes with him. It was like being in a trance, and your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

It felt like years, but it was more like a few moments before Colton let go of your hand. “Good luck with the search. I’m sure you’ll find a good job.”

You wanted to let out a sigh of disappointment, but you just said, “Thanks,” and smiled at him before getting out of the car.

***************

The smell of bacon finally lured you out of your bed at noon the next day.

It had been a rough night. The reality of the breakup hit you like a ton of bricks when you rang the doorbell and all but collapsed in your mom’s arms when she answered the door. She brought you over to the couch, where your dad was waiting anxiously. As soon as you sat down, you grabbed your mom and cried for an hour straight as she held you and stroked your hair. You knew Max wasn’t worth your tears, but it had more to do with you. Despite his major, he wasn’t that good of an actor, and yet, he fooled you into thinking he could be your person. You took immense pride in your instincts, but they failed you with Max. How could you have possibly fallen in love with such a heartless person? More terrifying, would you have ended up marrying him a few years down the road if he hadn’t broken up with you?

You didn’t know the answer to either question, so you stopped crying and began venting about how the breakup went down. Your dad almost hit the ceiling after hearing that Max left you at the restaurant, and you had to talk him out of driving to Cambridge to “give that little shit a piece of my mind!” That wasn’t to say you weren’t thinking about revenge, but your dad potentially getting arrested was not helpful. After that, you started crying again, only this time out of frustration, and didn’t stop until you practically passed out on the couch. The last thing you remembered was your parents guiding you up the stairs to your bed.

Thankfully, you had no classes on Thursdays, so you were able to sleep in and be, if nothing else, well-rested. Your stomach rumbled when you smelled the bacon, so you got out of bed and made your way down the stairs to the kitchen, where your parents were sitting at the table and watching the television.

“Ugh, why are you watching the news?” you said as a way of greeting while making a beeline for the bacon.

“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” your dad replied. “I’m waiting for the sports report. I missed the game last night and Uncle John wouldn’t tell me the score. He said he’s sorry about, I quote, ‘the scumbag’ and he’ll call you tonight.”

“God, I miss him. And you,” you addressed your mom as you shoveled a load of bacon onto your plate, “are the best.”

“See, honey? I knew bacon would cheer her up,” she said to your dad.

“I didn’t doubt it. Y/N, we have to figure out a time to get your stuff from that piece of shit’s apartment. I’m not letting you go by yourself, but do you want to let him know ahead of time or just show up?”

“Who did the B’s play?” you sat down at the table and changed the subject immediately. You didn’t care about sports, but your dad and Uncle John were major Bruins fans and the mere mention of Max gave you a headache.

“The Blues.”

“Where do they play again?” you asked as you ate your bacon. It had to be a team from the Western Conference, but the only teams you knew there were the Canucks and Blackhawks because they were on your dad’s shit list.

“St. Louis.”

You almost choked on your food. “What?”

“St. Louis, sweetie. You know, the Gateway Arch—”

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” you recovered. “That’s the team Jenna likes, right, Dad?”

“Yes. Shh, here it is!” He didn’t need to tell you twice; you doubted Colton was a professional hockey player, but your curiosity won out as you intently watched the television.

The score flashed on the screen—an OT loss for the Bruins—and your dad groaned. “Ugh, I’ve got to turn this garbage off.”

And suddenly, a few Blues players, including one that looked awfully similar to Colton (albeit without glasses), flashed onto the screen. You didn’t get a good enough look at him to be sure, though, because your dad changed the channel. You let out a noise of frustration.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” your mom asked, and your dad looked like he had the same question when he turned away from the television.

“I’ll text the scumbag and tell him I’m coming this afternoon, if that’s okay with you, Dad,” you said. “I want to get it over with and besides, I need my laptop and textbooks.”

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. The office doesn’t need me today, anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back; my phone’s upstairs,” you called out behind you as you raced back up the stairs. You did not want to text Max, but it was better than telling your dad that the man he praised for making sure you got home last night was potentially part of the team responsible for his beloved Bruins’ loss.

You locked your bedroom door and grabbed your phone to pull up Google and the St. Louis Blues roster. Part of you thought there was no way a professional hockey player actually cared enough to bring you home, but the Blues being in town and one of its members resembling Colton were too many coincidences for your liking. You tapped your foot impatiently as the phone loaded the roster, and you scrolled through the list until you found a name of interest.

“C. Parayko, 55, R, 6’6’’…”

It cut off after that, so you scrolled sideways to see the other information. It left you without a shadow of doubt, but you clicked on the name anyway to view a picture. Colton’s headshot and full first name stared back at you as if they were looking into your soul.

It really was him. You had to have seen him on the little television at the sandwich shop’s register yesterday.

But what did this information mean for you, really, besides discovering his identity? It was nice to know his full name because it confirmed that he was a real person instead of a delusion your reeling mind made up, but it didn’t change one important fact: you lived in Boston and he lived in St. Louis. Barring a radical change in one of your lives, which you didn’t see happening, that was the reality of the situation. It was time to stop dreaming and confront your immediate future.

You pulled up Max’s number and began composing the text which, after several drafts, read: “I’ll be at the apartment today from 3 to 5. My dad’s coming with me, so make yourself scarce. I want my shit back.”

***************

6 months later: September 14, 2018

You were miserable only two weeks after relocating to St. Louis.

It was funny how one phone call could completely change someone’s life. In your case, said phone call involved an extremely attractive job offer with a clear path for advancement within one year. The offers you had received from legal firms in Boston, New York, D.C., and Philadelphia were underwhelming, to say the least, and you were only a week away from graduation. You had already endured a lot of change this year, so why not one more?

After nearly giving your parents a heart attack but ultimately receiving their blessing, you accepted the offer and moved to St. Louis on September 1st. Uncle John had been especially supportive, enlisting Jenna (known by the rest of the world as Pam from The Office) to fly out from L.A. and show you around the city last week. She made sure you knew the ins and outs of the city, which you really appreciated. You also loved your job. You were doing important work every day, and your boss was already hinting at giving you the promotion you wanted.

So, why were you unhappy? It was your social life, or rather, lack of one. You didn’t know anyone in St. Louis, and while your coworkers weren’t mean, they didn’t make you feel welcome, either.

That seemed to have changed earlier today when two of your desk neighbors who were around your age, Harper and Ellie, invited you out for drinks after work. You couldn’t have been happier. You went home after work, did your hair and makeup, put on your favorite royal blue mini dress, and met them at the dive bar you recommended. You were so excited on the way over that you could barely sit still; maybe you’d make friends with these girls and finally feel like you fit in in this city.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Harper and Ellie abandoned you within less than five minutes after two guys came over and asked them to dance. You were now sitting at the bar alone, nursing a cocktail and despairing over your situation.

It was times like these when you thought about Colton. It had been six months since you’d met him in Boston, and you didn’t want to risk looking like a lunatic by slipping into his DMs on Instagram, but you were getting desperate. It was bad enough that being from the Northeast made you stick out like a sore thumb, but the loneliness was eating you alive, and the combination made you feel unmoored. Maybe a familiar and friendly face could change that.

As if God had answered your prayers, you heard a commotion near the entrance. You swiveled your stool in that direction and saw a group of tall, good-looking men in their 20s entering the bar. The tallest one had blonde hair and black rimmed glasses.

It was Colton.

Your brain screamed at you to look away and approach him after he settled in, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he laughed at something one of his friends said. It was as if he felt your stare because he suddenly looked in your direction and appeared to gasp.

It was only then that you turned away and faced the bar, drinking the rest of your cocktail in a few gulps. You were so embarrassed; he probably thought you were a stalker or something. You were about to flag down the bartender for another drink when you felt that familiar large hand rest on your shoulder.

You turned your head and found Colton staring at you, his blue eyes full of incredulity and…happiness?

“Y/N. It’s really you,” he breathed.

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accioxreparo · 4 years

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baby fever | g.w.

part one // baby fever

synopsis: It came out of nowhere for both you and George. Maybe, just maybe, it might be something to consider

pairing: George Weasley x reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi so this popped into my head and I had to get it out there cause it’s cute and sure maybe its a little self indulgent cause my cousin just had a baby and she’s adorable and here I am lol. This part is a little shorter but the next one is...well let’s just say it’s definitely longer. Also there may or may not be nine planned parts to this hc/fic hybrid series so...

tagging note: I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and just to be safe I was thinking of making a separate tag list for this so hmu if you want to be added!

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It wasn’t fair really. You never stood a chance.

Teddy, your godson, had just turned a year old and it seemed like he was growing more and more every day. He had such a bubbly personality and despite the fact that he reminded you so much of his parents, ones who had felt so much like your own, he never failed to bring a smile to your face

Two afternoons a week you’d go straight from work to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes where George was more often than not carrying Teddy, who would always be wearing a tiny little suit that perfectly complimented his, in a baby carrier strapped across his chest. Whenever you mentioned the fact that Teddy was close to walking by himself now he only smiled and gave you a shrug, “He walks too slow.”

You knew, though. Knew that he enjoyed the days you two had Teddy more than anything. The fact that he was growing right before your eyes made him want to hold on as much as possible.

That day was different. It felt different from the moment you woke up early in the morning to find George with Teddy (who Harry had just dropped off) hoisted up on his shoulders, talking to him as if he could understand him while making breakfast.

“Alright Ted, here’s our to do list. We have a new shipment coming in today with the materials we need for the skiving snackboxes. Just in time too, everyone’s gonna start shopping for school soon. We need to get on it if we want to have these done by July. - What was that? - No you cannot try these candies. Not yet anyway.”

The sight has you beaming at them and stirs something inside you that you can’t quite pinpoint. You don’t even say anything until Teddy sees you and babbles while reaching for you. Then George is the one who smiles as you take Teddy from him, his hair turning bubblegum pink as you toss him in the air once before hugging him tightly

You think about that scene in the kitchen all day long. Every now and then you find yourself grinning and it’s only intensified when you’re sent to help out in the Infant and Children Wing of St. Mungo’s. The kids make you smile and you can’t help the lingering thought that you can’t wait to have one of your own.

It surprises you. You’d thought about it, even talked about it with George before you got married but until then it’d sort of been put on the back burner. Still, the thought stays very much present in your head all day long.

Then you’re sent to the Ministry to drop off some paperwork and that’s when you run into Bill. He looks quite flustered as he holds little three month old Victoire in his arms with a backpack thrown over his shoulder. When he sees you he shouts your name across the Atrium, catching the attention of several people. “I went to find you at work and they said you’d be here. You wouldn’t be able to do me a huge favor would you?”

For a moment you pay no attention to his words, simply cooing at Victoire who’s wide awake and giving you a toothless smile. “That depends, what is it?” You finally answer, happily taking Victoire from and smiling when she giggles as you gently rock her back and forth.

“That actually,” Bill says as he drops the bag to the floor and sighs heavily. “There’s this ministry gala today that I totally forgot about that Fleur and I have to go to. I’d take Vic to mums but her and dad also have to go and you know how picky she is about everyone else. Adores you and George, though. You wouldn’t mind taking her would you?”

Your answer is immediate “Not at all. Me and George have Teddy today too. I’m sure they’ll love seeing each other again.”

Bill looks relieved and he hands you the bag, “Perfect! We’ll be at yours later tonight then.” He says a quick goodbye to Victoire and hugs you before starting to walk away, shouting another quick thanks behind him as he disappears down the Atrium once more.

When you step out of the floo and into your apartment you almost immediately feel a small pair of arms wrapping around your legs

“Why hello there, love,” You smile and kneel down on the floor, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s forehead. He peers into the bundle of blankets holding Victoire and his hair turns a variety of colors before settling on pink once again. “Look who came to visit.”

You don’t fail to notice how easily everything comes to you. It’s completely naturally that you and George move around your house together over the next few hours, chasing after Teddy, entertaining Victoire, making dinner together as the kids sit nearby.

You quickly fall in love with both the sight and the feeling

You’re not too sure what time it is when Teddy finally falls asleep on the couch and you carry him to the room. Once he’s settled you head back to the living room to find George rocking Victoire to sleep while Bill digs through your kitchen and Fleur makes herself comfortable on one of the couches.

When she sees you she motions you over and you take a set next to her. Her head falls onto your shoulder and you laugh a little. “Long day, huh?” “The longest.” She lazily motions over to where Vic is almost fast asleep and she shakes her head. “She never falls asleep that easily. George is a natural,” Fleur then turns to look at you and gives a sly smirk. “I hear you both are.”

You smile and look down at your lap, suddenly finding your wedding ring very fascinating. “I guess so.” You honestly have no idea how she does it but Fleur knows exactly what you’re thinking. “You’re debating it, aren’t you?” She sits up and turns to face you, leaning close in an attempt to keep your conversation private from your respective husbands. “Having a baby.”

You shrug and try to wave her off. “Probably just baby fever or something.”

“It’s okay, you know,” Fleur sets her hand on your arm and you see the genuine, caring smile on her face. It comforts you, makes you really believe that maybe you are ready for a baby. “If being a mom is what you want then I know you of all people would be an amazing one.”

“You think so?” You find yourself asking as your eyes wander back to George who smiles at you when he finds you looking. Fleur nods as soon as the words leave your mouth. “I know so.”

It’s then that you decide that maybe it is time to have a very important conversation with George. You only hope it goes as well as you find yourself wanting it to.

>>> part two: the Talk

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lilbabycee · 4 years

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chanel & cartier // steve rogers 💎

↳ request: Ok I know I'm greedy keep coming back to you! But can I request a hc/drabble with daddy Steve getting bratty reader diamonds or chanel or something to make it up to her 👀 @donutloverxo

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ author’s note: i am emotional and i liked writing this maybe a little too much ;) enjoy! x

your body is shrouded in darkness as you lay underneath the covers of you and steve’s shared bed, the remnants of your tears leaving wet stains on your soft cheeks

you know that you’re probably overreacting and but that’s okay because he promised (pinky swore!) that he’d never raise his voice at you without reason, yet here you are

the door is closed though not locked because as much as you want to keep him out, your subconscious is waiting for him to walk in and curl you into his strong body and tell you that everything’s okay and he’s sorry

but it’s been four hours and twenty-six minutes

(not that you’re counting)

and he still hasn’t come in to remind you that you’re his baby and he’ll do anything for you, which is why he’s so sorry that he broke his promise

this is not going in the way that you expected it to and you can’t help but be a little angry

you know it’s unwarranted and you have no right, but it upsets you regardless

it sounds stupid but you just wanted some attention, to bask in the sun rays of your golden man for the day

but work keeps him busier than you’d like, which means that leaves little time to spend with his girl (that’s you, his girl) and you make your discontent known

“honey, you know i have get this done by tonight,” he groaned as you came to stand behind him and circle your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to the stretch of exposed skin and nuzzling your face into the space between his neck and shoulder

“but daddy,” you whined, pouting because he couldn’t see it (you knew you’d get a dumb punishment for that, not even anything fun like a spanking), “i miss you.”

“baby, i’m right here,” he replied distractedly, typing away at something on his laptop.

“yeah, but you’re not paying attention to me,” you huffed, twisting your lips to the side. you rested your head completely on his shoulder so you could stare at the side of his face before you thought better of it

instead, you walked around to his front and climb up onto his chair to place yourself right on his lap which made an exasperated sigh escape his chest

“y/n,” he said warningly while narrowing his eyes at you. “i don’t have time to do this today and i’m serious. once i get this report to tony, i’m all yours, hmm?”

you frowned because you still didn’t like it so you shook your head, holding onto his shoulders and shifting on his lap

“why not now, daddy?” you blinked your eyes wide at him, hoping that this look alone would make him cave but he remained stoic. if anything, he only seemed to get more annoyed

“no,” he said firmly, hands landing on your waist with the intention of removing you but your own hands settled over his

“please, st-”

“i said no, y/n! god, not everything is about you all the time,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his hair while those hurtful words slapped you in the face and made you recoil, your head jerking back in surprise as your eyes started to glass over

in truth, you know you were being a brat but he’s usually able to handle it better than that. you know that he’s stressed and high-strung because he’s had a series of meetings this week with people he doesn’t care about and the end is nowhere in sight

but that doesn’t mean that his words upset you any less

ashamed and dismayed, you quickly scrambled off of him and made a beeline to your room

cut to the present: it’s been four hours and thirty-three minutes of you moping without any intervention from your boyfriend

you assume that he’s probably tired and not in the mood to deal with you, a concept that sets your heart on fire in a way that makes you rub at your chest

so you think that you’re imagining it when a quiet knock comes at the door

“come in,” you speak almost inaudibly, your voice raspy from all your crying, but if it’s who you know it is on the other side, he’ll be able to hear it no problem

the door slides open slowly and your steve - just like you thought - stands on the other side, sheepishly hiding his hands behind his back and staring at your tear-streaked face

“sweetheart,” he coos, walking towards you with an unmarked bag in his hand that you don’t think too much of before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to your cocooned body

“m’sorry, baby,” he strokes your cheek slowly, thumb wiping away the stray tears on your face before he presses a kiss to each cheek, your forehead, then the tip of your nose

you sniffle dramatically, avoiding eye contact with him although you know that he’s putting out that fire in your heart with the comforting coolness of his touch

“babydoll,,” he coaxes. “look at me, baby.”

you roll your eyes before locking them onto steve’s and you know that you’ve already forgiven him because he’s so pretty and he looks so apologetic

“there’s my girl,” he grins, dropping a chaste kiss on your lips. “my pretty girl. i love you, doll - i’m sorry i let my work get in the way. i didn’t mean to make you cry - i hate it when you cry. but i’m all done now, though, so we can still hang out if you want?”

the offer is tempting but you shake your head no, still choosing to pout and lay there pitifully, trying to milk his sympathy to its limits

steve laughs, fully aware of what you’re doing, and shakes his head, a fond smile gracing his full lips

a knowing spark in his eyes makes you narrow yours at him skeptically because you’re terrified that he’ll try to lie on top of you or something and suffocate you with his supersoldier body

“what if i said i bought you somethin’?”

you cannot for the life of you resist the urge to shoot up from the bed, so you give in

you sit yourself up so that your back rests against the headboard, suddenly no longer sad, and eye him expectantly, waiting for him to get the apology present that you’re owed

“ah, ah,” he tuts, smile stretching wider across his face. “if you want it, you gotta ask me nicely, sweetheart.”

there it is: the catch

but you don’t hesitate in putting your pride aside (not before sucking your teeth loudly) to tell your boyfriend to get his ass in gear and bring you your gift

“please, stevie, can i have my present now please?”

he doesn’t move, just looks at you flatly before arching an eyebrow

so you correct yourself, leaning into his body to touch his forearm and bring your face closer to his

“can i please have my present now, daddy?”

it’s stupid how much joy you get in seeing the way his face lights up but he reaches for the bag and hands it over to you, hands clasped together as he waits for you to open it

you pull out a thick matte black box that makes you squeal when you see the white letters printed on the front

“really?” you virtually bounce up and down. “all for me, stevie?”

he nods, gesturing for you to open it but you don’t do so until you grab his face between your hands, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek

a light dusting of pink - the same color as the chanel bag you pull out of the box - covers his nose and the apples of his cheeks and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too hard

the squeal of pure elation that comes out of your mouth is borderline deafening but steve would listen to that sound everyday for the rest of his life if it meant that he could keep you this happy forever

it’s not even as if this is the first chanel box he’s gone and purchased after you fight - in fact, he thinks it might be the ninth, but every time, watching your reaction when you open them is as exciting as the first

“i love it, daddy, thank you!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace. he chuckles, crushing you flush to his body before lifting you and settling you on his lap like you were a few hours ago

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he cups your jaw and kisses your cheekbone. “but that’s not everything-”

he doesn’t even finish the sentence before you’ve pulled the smaller box out of the bag

it’s the color of fresh cherries and the word ‘cartier’ written on the front makes you scream right into steve’s ear

he doesn’t even flinch but he does have the passing thought that his heart might explode because you take up all the space in there and he doesn’t know much, but he does know that he wants to love you for as long as you’ll let him

“daddy- stevie, baby,” you gasp, hand flying to your bare neck. you’re staring at a diamond necklace with a little four leaf clover pendant on the end

you’re speechless and you can’t say that often

“lemme put it on you, pretty girl,” he offers, taking the delicate chain out of the case and swiftly fastening it around your neck

once it’s secure, your hand immediately comes to touch it, enthralled by this caring man in front of you

“you’re so gorgeous, honey - my good luck charm,” he gushes, thumb caressing the column of your neck

“does that mean i should make you mad at me more often?” you tease, not letting him answer because you grasp his face and press quick little kisses all over it that send him into a fit of giggles

“maybe you should,” he shoots back, breathless and on his back now, your body resting comfortably on top of his

“love you, daddy,” you quip, capturing his lips with your own for a brief kiss

“love you too, sweet baby.”

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heavenlymisa · 4 years

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could we maybe get some first date hcs with,,, todoroki, bakugo, and kaminari?

an; of course!!! ty for the headcannon, anon!!! enjoy!!

now that im looking back at this- i just now realized that i confused karminari for kirishima- ill make a seperate headcannon for him! sorry for the confusion!

shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugou, and eijiro kirishima x female reader (seperate)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

Shoto Todoroki

⤷ he would ask the girls (execpt for you) what to do for a first date. you two have been dating for 1 month, but never had a first date because of school.

⤷ after hours of planning, stressing, and switching up the plan, he figures out what to do.

⤷ rollerskating rink.

⤷ he’s never been to one, but the girls were talking about what you like to do and rollerskating was the first thing that popped up (sorry if that isnt your favorite thing to do 🥺)

⤷ after figuring out what to do, he texts you to meet him in the common area afterschool after you change out of your school clothes. of course you said okay, but you were skeptical about this.

⤷ the next day, afterschool, you got dressed into a white graphic tee and a black skirt. you checked yourself in the mirror that in your dorm, went downstairs, and waited in the common area.

⤷ you waiting on him for about 5 minutes until you heard him behind you.

⤷ “sorry to keep you waiting. i couldn’t pick out what to wear.”

⤷ you turned around and was met with todoroki in a black turtleneck and black jeans. if you didn’t die the first time you saw im, you have officially died now. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

⤷ “you look beautiful.”

⤷ nevermind, you died now.

⤷ you thanked him and returned the compliment. he nodded his head, grabbed your hand, and he lead you out the door of the dorms.

⤷ “so... where are we going..?”

⤷ “you’ll find out.” he said with a smirk. f u c k

⤷ after 15 minutes of walking and small talk, you two finally made it to the skating rink. you two went inside and saw all of the strobe lights flashing everywhere and people skating.

⤷ you hugged todoroki and thanked him tremendously for taking you here. he of course hugged back and said ‘you’re welcome.’

⤷ todoroki went and paid for the general commission and two pairs of roller-skates (with endeavor’s debit card. make his pockets hurt😋). you two put on your roller-skates and went to the rink.

⤷ well, more like you went to the rink, todo was struggling to stand up. you went back to him and helped his to the rink. he thanked you and attempted to skate

⤷ keyword- attempted.

⤷ he busted his ass.

⤷ you snickered to yourself and attempted to help him up.

⤷ key word- attempted.

⤷ you busted YOUR ass.

⤷ now you both are on the floor looking like boo-boo the fool 😔👊🏽

⤷ but its okay! you two eventually got up and you helped todoroki with skating. he quickly learned how to skate and was skating like a pro on the rink.

⤷ you two raced and todoroki won majority of the time, but you were happy that you could teach your boyfriend something.

⤷ you grabbed todoroki’s hands and started to skate backwards while he skated forwards. oh god he loved when you did that.

⤷after you two were tired, the both of you went back to the dorms to be met with the 1-A girls pestering about the date.

⤷ you told them that you would tell them later because you were really tired, and they understood!

⤷ so you two and todoroki both took a shower (separately) and mysteriously not really ended up sleeping in todoroki’s room.

⤷ everyone was surprised when you and todoroki walked out of his room together.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

katsuki bakugou

⤷ i think kirishima would bully bakugou into taking you on a date when you two hit 2 weeks.

⤷ “i think bakubro is scared of taking dear old n/n on a daattee~”

⤷ “scared!?! i’ll shOW YOU SCARED-“

⤷ he snatches you from your room and drags you downstairs. literally everyone is watching you being dragged by bakugou and not doing anything.

⤷ “yall hear sum...”

⤷ “hm.. might be the wind.”

⤷ bakugou ignores your pleas and cries of him kidnapping you until you two make it on the train.

⤷ you two sit down on the train and bakugou covers your mouth before you even have the chance to talk.

⤷ “im taking you on a date, nerd. dont get too cocky.”

⤷ you pulled his hand down a little whispered, “where?” 🥺

⤷ “you’ll see! just.. shut up..” he looked away with the ᴛɪɴᴇsᴛ blush on his face. you decided to not pester him with it, so you just lay your head on his shoulders and closed your eyes.

⤷ holy fuck, he loves that.

⤷ when the train stopped, he grabbed your hand and walked out of the train. you two were walking for a good bit until you two stopped at.....

⤷ a carnival!

⤷ your eyes lit up as you looked at the bright lights, tents, and the P R I Z E S

⤷ you went behind bakugou, wrapped your arms around his waist, and buried the side of your head to his back.

⤷ “thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!!”

⤷ bakugou patted your hands and hummed.

⤷ “alright loser,” he unwrapped your arms, guided you in front of him, rested his head on your shoulder, and wrapped his arms around your torso. “lets not waste my time. i got shit to do.”

⤷ you giggled as you both walked inside of the carnival.

⤷ you both first went to get some food. you got a funnel cake while bakugou got a hot and spicy turkey leg 😳

⤷ he kept on sticking it in your face and you kept on running away while he was hot on your trail, waving the turkey leg around 😔

⤷ after you two were done eating, you two played games!!

⤷ he won you many prizes 🥺 including an ugly ass bear that you B EG GED him to throw away.

⤷ he forces you to keep it 😔

⤷ on the plus side, you got a v cute panda bear ! you named him suki 💕

⤷ after that, you two went to the photo booth!!

⤷ he tried to back away from it, but you shoved him into the photo booth.

⤷ i wish i could draw so i didnt have to describe the poses

⤷ first picturee!!! : you made a peace sign and smiled while bakugou was in the back with his hands folded.

⤷ second picturee!!! : you and bakugou were both staring at each other

⤷ third pictureee!!! : your finger was stuck in between bakugou’s neck and head (youre tickling his neck 🤪👊🏽) while he has a smile on his face

⤷ fourth picturee!!! : he was staring at you while you had a cheeky grin on your face. #noregrets ✨

⤷ you two got out and you quickly grabbed the two print outs before bakugou even had the chance to rip them to shreds.

⤷ he stared at you for a little bit and snatch one from your hand.

⤷ the amount of ST RE S S you were under when he snatched it from you 😐

⤷ he stared at the pictures for a couple of seconds and shoved it in his pocket while grumbling about something and walking away from you

⤷ you smiled and ran up to him. you swear for a faint second he had a smirk on his face. oh well 🤪

⤷ when you came back, the bakusquad stared at you two.

⤷ bats eyelashes BLA N K S T A R E 👁👄👁

⤷ but mina completely took you away from bakugou and shoved you into the hallway.

⤷ “soo... how was it??”

⤷ you thought for a second before replying.

⤷ “best first date ever.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

eijiro kirishima

⤷ baby boy already had this day planned since he first SAW YOU

⤷ not tryna be on some yandere stuff but LOOK AT YOU!!

⤷ how could he NOT think about you!!

⤷ anyways, on the weekend, kirishima knocks at your door.

⤷ you answer it and he grabs both of your shoulders.

⤷ “are you free right now?”

⤷ “ye-“

⤷ congratulations, you are officially being dragged away by kirishima.

⤷ you decided not to question his frantic tactics and just let him lead you.

⤷ lmaooo yolo bitches 🤪

⤷ you guys have been running around town until you two arrived at a.....

⤷ arcadee!!!!!

⤷ he literally DRAGGED you in and got a shit ton of tokens.

⤷ “y/n, come on!! unless you feel like getting beat today!”

⤷ “ohh... this is war...”

⤷ and thus the war between y/n and kirishima started <3

⤷ you two played lots of games in the arcade and even ate some snacks as a mini truce.

⤷ you two were racing on the motorcycle next.

⤷ you got on the motorcycle and look to your right, waiting on kirishima.

⤷ then you felt a body behind you and hands wrap around your torso.

⤷ you jumped and looked back to be met with your dopey boyfriend having a big grin on his face.

⤷ “i was thinking that we could do this together.” 🥺

⤷ “if we’re doing this together, youre driving.”

⤷ diDNT HAVE TO TELL HIM TWICE.

⤷ he jumped up to the front and grabbed on to the handles. you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder.

⤷ holy fuck he loves you.

⤷ he let you choose all of the motorcycle styles, the person, and the location. what a manly thing to do 🥺

⤷ “i should get a motorcycle when i get my license!”

⤷ he crashed into a tree.

⤷ he completely ignores it.

⤷ but at the end he does get first place soo... 😎 yolo

⤷ but little do you know... he was recording you two!

⤷ he’s glad he did because he loved to look over to his phone and see you concentrating on the screen 🥺

⤷ he cant believe you’re his wtf.

⤷ anyways, when the competition was over, you were the winner by 14 points!! (kiri probably let you win but whatever 🤪)

⤷ you two decided to save up your points for the next time you come.

⤷ going back to the dorm was a peaceful walk. you two walked, hand in hand, and basked in each others presence. <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✭・゜・。.

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tehohaews · 3 years

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2020 CREATOR WRAP: FAVORITE WORKS

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

Thank you soooo much Nuria @taytawan for tagging me 🥺💖and ignore how late this is oops

Okay so 2020 is the year that I returned to “the internet” and I’m grateful cause otherwise I wouldn’t get to know all of you lovely people.Thank you for existing and making me feel like I belong somewhere 💖💖 So, along with my works I'm also gonna mention some of my favorite people and their works here and If you’ve ever made me smile you’re here and I love you <3

@snugglesweaters Terryyyyyyy. My closest friend here 🥺 I’ve never told you this but if it wasn’t for you,I doubt I would’ve lasted this long here. It's nice knowing someone as clueless and a clown like me. I can talk to you about anything and I feel like we have similar views on stuffs.I love making random references to fics and knowing that you’ll get it cause we kind of read the same fics. I love this tine glitter fic of yours (yes tine glitter fic), obviously this cause (vampire) bright in a beanie AND the coffee shop au hc that only I know about hehe. I love your (almost) phd brain and hope you’re doing well in your dissertation. YOU CAN DO IT DW. And may you stay healthy,hydrated,safe and happy in the coming year 😊💖 I love you soooooooo muchhhhhhh 💖💖💖

@lesbian-earn Mayyyyy!!!. My co president of the short people supremacy club. You are so sweet and kind and thank you for reaching out to me that one day I was feeling a bit anxious.It’s always lovely to see you on my activity and on the dash. Like I once said, you remind me of sunshine and ilu 💖💖 Hope that the next year is kind to you and you’ll do well in your uni stuffs dw, I know you can.💖 Also I’ve said this before but i looooveeee this fic of yours and when I found out it was you dfjidfjidfidf

@taytawan Nuriaaaaaaa 💖💖 You say that I’m kind but it’s always because you are so sweet and talented that I can’t help screaming about your works everytime I see them. If I’m not mistaken, the name Nuria comes from the word Nur meaning light. You make the world brighter and a better place by your presence and I’ve said this before but really, it would’ve been very lonely without you in this 2g circus. I love these two sets of yours (I mean I did write an essay in the tags when I saw this) .Thank you for everything, I love you and I hope that you remain safe and happy in the coming year 💖💖 (Also join mine and May's short people club,Terry isn't invited ofc jdjsdjasjij)

@brightwinfilm NATH efhifhihis my (almost) birthday twin. LISTEN we’re gonna have so much fun in March, 1) Itsay part 2 AND your birthday 2)Sarawat’s birthday 3) My birthday and 4)since we’re here let’s just say Tine’s birthday is in March too hehehe. Thank you for all the lovely sarawatine and brightwin content you make, they never fail to make me smile.I love this set of yours and this also cause hehehe i WILL bring this back muhahhaa.You’re a wonderful person and you make the world a better place. Take care of yourself and I hope that you are always happy,healthy and safe 💖 i love youuu

@ryudian My go to person when I need any updates. You are SO HELPFUL and so NICE. I love going to your blog and seeing your st dolls and all the crazy stuffs you do because of bw. And I absolutely loved what you did with the oishi drinks here. May you be happy and safe in the coming year and stop spending so much money on merch I'm worried you'll go bankrupt

@komari-maxx I love seeing you on my activity and I love your st dolls and fics, specially this fruity4 one cause sdhididhid you included my hc of them arguing over the colour on lunch.This totally happened no one can change my mind. Hope you'll be happy (with your st dolls hehe) in the coming year

@teh-ohaew *tarn voice* Eyy TAY djidjijid hehe oops. Tay and Teh sound so similar specially in tarn's voice. Omg Teh Tay besties. TAYYYYY I love youuuu and I love reading your tags and seeing you on my dash except when you and Ayesha go crazy sdhusdh hehe jk. You are so nice and I love this sarawatine ig hc of yours. Hope you have a lovely year ahead and remain happy,healthy and safe. Don't forget to take care of yourself (by that I mean listen to the itsay original score on repeat)

@metawin JAYYYYY. I still remember the first time I came across your blog, it was when you were (probably) rewatching wyel and blogging about it crazily. I was laughing so hard at those and then you followed me back and I still to this day have no idea why. It's comforting seeing your posts in the tags and the dash and I absolutely love this itsay set of yours. You are so talented and lovely and I hope that you have a wonderful year ahead. Lots of love <3333

@gremlinmetawin Ayesha bb 🥺🥺 You were the first person who interacted with me here and I love you for that. It's lovely seeing you in my dash and thank you for tagging me in tag games, I have fun doing them 💖💖 tbh I know like 3 Ayeshas irl but you are the loveliest and kindest of them all. Hope that the next year is kind to you,bring you happiness and you finally finish all those unwatched shows

@khaotungthanawat SAMMMMM Have I said that you are SO TALENTED this week? although tbh you deserve to hear that everyday. You always say that it's nothing but no, you ARE talented and kind. It's wonderful seeing your posts ( I feel like you're everywhere nowadays another proof that you work hard). You are a blessing to this world and I hope for you to be always happy and safe 💖💖.I love this st set, this itsay one and the tags of this post 😂😂 I will never not laugh at this.If this doesn't happen in the st special special askdkdsks

@metawwin ALIIIIIIIII, queen of parallels djijidjias. I love going through your blog and seeing all your 2g stuffs.I absolutely adore this set of yours. You are so talented and you make the world a happier place <3 I love youuuuu and I hope you're staying hydrated,taking care of yourself and doing the things you love. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world 💖💖

@wirapong AISHIIIIII Hope you're doing well. I've screamed about this already BUT this club drama fic? lives in my head rent free. Also I love all your soft baby wat fics cause WAT IS A BABY. Glad we have Tine as the President of the Sarawat protection squad. I love your writing. you're so talented and I hope that the coming year will bring you happiness <33

@acequinz Hi Ace!! I love your incorrect quotes sideblog and I love your fics, specially this, this and this. You're a lovely person and I hope that you have a wonderful year ahead.

@bisexualrep DORAAAA We haven't talked in a while but I smile whenever I see you in my activities. You are maybe the 4th person who followed me here and it still feels weird cause this and this? some of my fav wyel fics of all time. It's lovely reading your tags, they are so cheerful <3 Hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself. You deserve to be happy always 💖💖

Omg this is so long. If you're still here, here are some of the works that I'm proud of. 1)This itsay set. This was my first time doing big gifs and although this is loooong I like how this turned out, specially the colouring. 2) This cause do I do anything except 2g shitposting? No <3 I had this idea even before s2g aired but decided to wait so that I have more shots from s2g and I'm glad I did cause Earn basically got confirmed as a wlw so (Also special thanks to Terry cause the Man and Air hc were hers,her phd brain ikr) 3)This cause dcjsdjidi SARAWATINE SOULMATES. I love how the colouring turned out despite the fact that ps crashed halfway and I lost the gifs i spent 2 hours colouring. I tried to do this with scenes from the series only but couldn't cause wHen YoU aRe wItH yOuR cAmeRA SHOW US goddammit. If this was ao3 this would've been tagged as Tine teepakorn loves Sarawat guntithanon xD 4) Still2gether textposts obviously. I KNOW that 90% people follow me for my 2g shitposting and I got an ask once saying how were they so accurate and the reason for that is I spent HOURS on these. Atfirst it took a long time but after a while I got the hang of it. It was fun (though sometimes tiring) to make these after each ep aired. I'm proud of it and the fact that I managed to do 13 parts? gsjsdjsj 5) Still2gether subs that looks fake but aren't. shutup this was my first time giffing but it was funnnnn looking for the (canon) crack parts after every ep aired.

Also,thank you to all the lovely people who likes and reblogs my posts, I do see you and I love you all <33

Tagging: If you’re here then consider yourself tagged if you wanna do this or to anyone who sees this on the dash

#i wrote this at 4 am so this might not make sense #but anyway #HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE #tag game

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1-800-jmsbckbrns · 5 years

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‘ah, honey honey’

hc #27 || mob!stucky x sugar baby!reader

‘go back to sleep’

Steve woke up to soft shaking. His eyes slowly opened as his senses came to him. Y/N was the one shaking him. She looked concerned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is hoarse. It could have been sleep but it was most likely from yelling at his crew last night. They fucked up bad. He wouldn’t just let it slide.

“You were talking in your sleep. Everything okay?” She was concerned above all else.

“Just a long day yesterday. Go back to sleep.” Steve turned over to fall asleep again. He thought nothing of the interaction, thinking it to just be a simple conversation.

Y/N, however, felt her pout grow. Stevie was mad at her. He didn’t call her baby at the end, or even touch her. She didn’t know what she did.

She would let Steve sleep peacefully. She kissed Bucky’s forehead before she climbed out of the bed. It was almost time to get up anyway. Today would just be a Y/N day today, she supposed. The boys probably didn’t want her around anyway.

Just down the hall was her own room. Y/N kept her door open at almost all times. Her boys, as well as anyone in the crew, were allowed in her room and to talk to her.

Maybe not today though.

The doors were closed as Y/N walked in. She opened her curtains to balance out the lighting. Her view of the sunrise was beautiful this morning. If only the boys were here to see it with her.

No, she was alone today. Steve and Bucky didn’t want their baby today. Maybe she had been too bratty yesterday? Maybe she didn’t treat them right last night? Did she spend too much? Was she more trouble than she was worth?

Y/N shook her head as she sat on her bed. Part of her thought she was just overreacting, but the other part of her told her she was right on the money about her worry. The boys were too nice to tell her if she messed up.

She pulled out her phone to text Natasha.

the babe: nat, can you bring me to art museum today?

Nat replied almost instantly. It was like she never slept.

nattie bat🦇: Of course, muffin. What time would you like to go?

Y/N smiled softly. She could always count on her. She decided on leaving right after breakfast. Not that she would eat this morning. Breakfast was a big thing for Steve and Bucky, and she didn’t want to disrupt them.

Getting ready didn’t take as long as Y/N thought it would. She didn’t realize how much of it involved stealing Bucky’s kisses, or asking Steve what looked best on her.

Today, Y/N went for a billowy white sweater that exposed most of her back. She paired it with a mustard yellow skirt, thigh high brown boots, and a brown hair scarf to keep her hair back. She loved the fall, as she could display her favorite colors.

A knock at her door pulled her from collecting her notebook and pens. There was a twinge of worry that shot through her. If it was one of the boys, she wouldn’t know what to say.

“You ready, muffin?” Natasha’s muffled voice passed through the closed door. Y/N sighed in relief. It was just her Nattie Bat.

With sunglasses on and large purse on her arm, Y/N made it out of her room. Natasha extended her arm and she was happy to take it. She loved any form of touch and affection, especially when it came from a pretty girl like Nattie Bat.

The girls passed the dining room, but Y/N didn’t look in. She would run right for Stevie if she saw him. He wouldn’t want that at all. Though she could feel their eyes on her as they went towards the garage.

The ride was silent except for Y/N’s music playing on the speakers. Her music was normally very fun and light. Today’s music was sadder, less lyrics to them. Natasha didn’t comment but it was noted.

Y/N was allowed free roam of the museum upon their arrival. Natasha would stay behind and keep an eye out. She was simply a set of eyes to ensure Y/N’s safety.

Most of their time spent there was wandering, admiring the paintings. Y/N stopped in front of a painting of Aphrodite. She let out a soft little hum. Natasha picked up on it almost immediately.

“Something’s wrong, muffin. I can see it.” Natasha stood by Y/N, but looked at the painting. She shook her head and gripped her notebook tight.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just messed up. Wanted to get out so Stevie and Bucky could get some work done today,” Y/N mumbled. That sure did raise an eyebrow. Did she? Could Y/N possibly mess up in their eyes?

“Then we’ll stay out today. Lunch is on me. Anywhere you want.” Y/N turned to Natasha and smiled.

“Okay. I would really like that.” Natasha kissed her forehead, then excused herself to make a few calls.

Natasha waited until she was outside to call Steve. The streets were loud, busy. Though she had no problem hearing.

“Yes?” His voice was sharp. Steve really was not in a good mood. Though that could be pinned on whatever Y/N was talking about.

“What happened between last night and this morning? Did Y/N mess up?” Natasha wasn’t Y/N’s personal bodyguard by any means, but she would protect her above all else. Even if that meant protecting her from her dumb boyfriends.

“Huh? What are you talking about? Y/N didn’t do anything? I haven’t seen her since this morning.”

“And what happened this morning?” Natasha hated being the fixer sometimes.

“She mentioned something about me talking in my sleep, and I told her I had a long day and to go back to sleep,” Steve said. She could hear Bucky say something about Steve being an idiot in the background.

“Boss, you’ve been with this girl for how long? How do you still not know what makes her upset? Whatever. I’ve got her for the day. When we get home, you need to fix this.”

Natasha hung up, and what looked to be in the nick of time. Y/N was walking down the steps of the museum. She took Natasha’s hand in her’s, and in turn, Natasha took her bag for her.

They walked down to a cafe for lunch. Y/N had opened up a bit and talked about some things that had been going on beyond Stevie and Bucky. Her brother was in the hospital and she had been covering all the bills. The classes she was enrolled in online were starting to get really stressful. Lastly, Bucky’s birthday was coming up and she was pulling her hair on what to get him. Stevie had just taken him out to buy a whole ton of things so how could Y/N even compete?

“Muffin, why don’t you tell the boys? They’d be able to help you with everything that’s going on,” Natasha said. She put her cutlery on her empty plate. Y/N shrugged, face set on a deep frown.

“They’re both really busy. Stevie had mentioned I had been spending a lot recently but I knew if I told him it was for my brother, he’d get upset that I didn’t just go to him about it in the first place. I just don’t want them to be upset with me.” Tears pooled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Now that she said it out loud, she felt like a fool. She was only going to make them even more upset with her.

“They won’t be upset, I promise. If anything, it’ll make them feel better when they see it’s helping you.” Y/N sighed. She dug herself into a hole and now they were mad and-

“Come on. Let’s go for a drive. Clear your head before we go back home.” Natasha threw some money on the table and they left.

Natasha took the more scenic routes. She took over the music and played one of Y/N’s playlists that channeled all the good feelings about Steve and Bucky. Neither spoke, and it actually helped Y/N sort her thoughts out. She needed to fix this.

“Can we go home?” Y/N didn’t look at Natasha. She just messed with the hem of her skirt. She could feel Natasha make a u-turn and head towards the mansion.

Bucky was waiting at the front door for the girls. Y/N smiled nervously at Nattie Bat one last time before going to Bucky. He held his arms open for her, and she was in them in a minute.

“I missed you, doll. Didn’t get to tell you good morning or anything.” He kissed her forehead for a few seconds longer than he normally did. She soaked in every moment of it. There wasn’t an ounce of anger in him. It put some ease on her mind.

“I missed you too. Sorry.” Y/N hugged him tight before she pulled away. Now it was time to face the music. Time to face Stevie.

Y/N stopped by her room to drop off her bag. She was met with Steve sitting in their little nook, wearing his casual day clothes. He’d usually be wearing a full suit if he was working today. Did he have today off? She usually stayed home if he had the day off...

“Come here,” Steve said. It wasn’t a command. It was too soft to be a command. Y/N was almost scared. She was slow to approach and sit next to him.

“Baby, I’m not angry at you at all. I’m sorry about this morning. I was sleepy, and the crew had fucked up last night. I wasn’t thinkin’.” Steve took Y/N’s hands in his. Relief flooded through her, but there was still a knot in her stomach from what she told Nat,

“It happens. I just hope everything is okay now.” That’s all she really wanted. She just wanted Stevie to be okay.

“Everything will be okay when you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of your’s. Talk to me.” Steve pulled her into his arms, and reclined so she lay on his chest. She had his undivided attention.

Y/N told him everthing. Her brother, her classes, all the worries that she had. She didn’t realize she was crying until Stevie wiped her tears away. He listened the whole time. Steve promised to take care of the bills, and start helping her with classes where he could. As far as Bucky, they could figure something out tonight. They could stay up and brainstorm something.

“Thank you for listening to me. I know it’s not fun or anything.” Y/N lay her head on his chest, eyes closing as she did. Steve took the scarf out and brushed her hair back.

“I’ll always listen to my baby. Your needs come first, forever and always.”

author’s note: I wasn’t gonna do another mob prompt back to back, but here we are. I actually enjoyed writing it and hope to write more like it soon!

requests: open!

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kl4us4 · 5 years

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AHOY (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Request: Hi do you wanna bless the world with a steve harrington x reader where you're dustin's older sister and y'all are on a mission (like in s3 for example) and you slowly fall in love with each other and dustin annoys you with it?😅 or make a hc instead of all the little things/habits steve loves about you. Thank you🙈❤

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You push the door open to Scoops Ahoy, stumbling back when Erica and her friends storm out. You give her a look of shock as you gesture for her and her friends to walk out. Erica looks up at you, her brown eyes analyzing you and your new clothes.

“Here for Steve?” She interrogates, holding her icecream in one hand and resting her other hand on her hip.

“Yes.” You respond, “He is my best friend.”

She just gives you a smirk before shrugging up at you and turning to follow her waiting friends. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh as you walk to the counter. Unbeknown to you, Robin spots you, eyes widening before she turns back to the back room and calls out for Steve.

He’s quick to run out to the front room, hands crossed over the embarrassing uniform that you’ve laughed at him for a thousand times. “Ahoy, Y/N!” He exclaims, giving you a smirk as you laugh at him.

“Is it protocol to say that every time?” You ask him, as he leads you to a vacant table, leaving Robin to fend for herself.

“Ha. Ha.” He lets out a sarcastic laugh, leaning back in the booth. “Did you bring it?” He now gives you a serious look.

“I brought it.” You confirm. Pulling out the small book from your back pocket, you place it on the table. Steve grins, his hand moving to grab the book but you slide it away from him. “Not so fast, Harrington.” You state, leaning your elbows on the table and giving him a serious look.

Steve narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms as he leans forward on the table, closer to you. “Are you going to make me bargain for it, Y/N?” He asks, his voice low.

You tilt your head at him, a small smirk on your lips. “Maybe.” You admit, holding the book up in the air and looking at it. When you lean back and flick through the book, Steve almost sighs at the loss of closeness. “Beginners English to Russian translation... What could you possibly need this for?”

Steve shrugs, his confident facade dropping. “Translating...” He mumbles, “Russian.”

You fire back, “For what?”

“My... cousin is Russian.”

“Boy or girl?” You ask.

“G-boy.” He answers.

“G-boy?” You repeat, raising an eyebrow at him. It’s kind of fun seeing him squirm for an answer under your intimidating glance, especially after how confident he was two seconds ago.

Steve pauses, looking into your eyes before answering with confidence. But as quick as he answers, you’re there with another question. “Boy.”

“Name?”

“St...an. Stanis.” Steve nods, looking at you closely and examining if you’ve fallen for it or not.

God, he’s bad at this. He literally almost said his own name. You throw the book on the table, giving him a nod and a fake smile. “Okay, cool!”

His eyes light up. “Really?”

“No.” Quickly, you grab the book from the table, standing and heading for the door as Steve rushes behind you.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He pulls you back by your arm, causing you to look at his gentle hand, “I need that book.”

“Why?” You inquire, giving him a plain look, “And don’t lie to me. Even Eleven knows friends don’t lie.”

He pauses, hearing that dreaded word. Friends. It hasn’t been easy coming to terms that he was in love with his best friend... it took a lot of thinking and talking to Robin. Honestly, Steve never realised how perfect you two were together until after he graduated high school. It took leaving the pressures of King Steve for him to realise he’d be happy if you were the only person in his life.

“Yeah, alright.” Steve eventually sighs, letting go of your arm, “Well, it is for translating Russian but... Shit, Dustin would kill me if I told you.” He lets out a small laugh before seeing your expression.

“What have you gotten my brother in to now?” You question him, “And why am I out of the loop?”

“Hey, love birds!” Robin shouts, ignoring Steves wide, angry eyes at the term, “Once you have the book, can you do your job, so that I can do mine?” Robin speaks up, shouting across the counter to you.

“Good to see you again, Robin.” You smile at her, waving a hand. Steve gazes at you fondly, admiring how pretty you look when you’re happy. When you glance up at him, he just laughs awkwardly and shakes his head at Robins comment. “How are you doing?” You ask her as she makes her way to the two of you.

She crosses her arms, a tired expression on her face, “Busy. Russian broadcasts don’t translate themselves.”

“Robin!”

“Wha- Russian Broadcasts?”

“Steve, you told her?!” Dustin appears at the foot of the table, his arms raised as he glares at his friend. “We had a plan!”

“What plan?” You narrow your eyes at Steve. Robin stands there looking at the ground awkwardly.

“Robin told her, I’m an innocent bystander!” Steve defends himself, raising his hands as he points to Robin who just stands there idly before stealing the book and heading to the counter as more customers come in.

Dustin's eyes drift towards yours as you stare at Steve, eyebrows raised incredulously. Attempting to escape his sister's wrath, he tries to head for the door. “Sit. Now.” You order him. Steve watches you in anticipation, hanging on to your every word, glance, and expression, “You too. Sit down." He does as told, the two boys sit in the booth and you take a seat beside Steve. “Spill.”

“Never.” Your brother says, making you glare at him and Steve steps in.

“You know his walkie talkie thing?” He asks you, moving closer to you in the booth as he lowers his voice.

“Yeah, annoying as shit and old as dirt.” You nod, ignoring Dustin as he tells you it’s the best thing to ever happen to him.

Steve ignores him too, leaning just a little closer and you frown at him. “Your brother intercepted a Russian-”

“A secret Russian-”

“A - sorry, yeah - Secret Russian Communication,” Steve whispers to you before moving away. There’s a long pause. The two boys await your response with big grins.

“So?” You ask. Their faces fall.

“So?” Your brother repeats, giving you a look of disbelief, “It’s the communists! We have a chance to figure out what they’re saying, what if we could be heroes, save Hawkins... save America!” When you just stare at him, he turns to Steve, “Told you she wouldn’t get it.”

“Get it?” You repeat, “I get it, I just don’t think a little boy and a... sailor can do much about Communists.”

“Little?” Dustin gasps.

“Sailor?” Steve raises his eyebrows, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat, “I’m clearly a captain.”

“Y/N,” Dustin announces, “This could lead to something big!”

“Which is why you decided to keep this a secret from me?” You wonder, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, like you haven’t kept secrets from me!” Dustin rolls his eyes, earning a confused look from you.

“What are you talking about, Dustin?” You frown at your brother who is getting on your last nerves.

“Don’t act dumb!” He points a finger at you which you slap away.

“What?” You almost laugh at his childishness.

“You keep secrets from me and Mom!”

“Dustin,” you announce, a smile on your face, “I’m so good at keeping secrets you wouldn’t know if I were keeping any secrets because that’s how good at keeping secrets I am!” You tell him.

“You threw up at our doorstep when you were coming home late at night two weeks ago and you said you had food poisoning from studying at Tammy’s house, but I know for a fact that it was because you were drinking at Steve‘s secret party!” Dustin blurts out. Silence follows.

You face Steve, waiting for him to look you in the eyes. What else has he told your brother about you? “Thanks.” You smile angrily.

Steve mouths a ‘sorry’ as Dustin continues. “Unless you want Mom to know about that then I suggest you help us, okay?”

Thinking it over, you remember how mad your mom got last time you lied to her about studying with Steve when in reality you went to Carol’s party. And it was such a bust too, boring as shit, definitely not worth being grounded over. If she knows you were drinking, with Steve no less, she’d forbid you from ever seeing him - or the sun - again.

“Did Camp No Friends teach you how to be so manipulative?” You ask your little brother, watching him as he stands from the booth.

Dustin just lets out a fake laugh, standing from the table and heading to the back room of Scoops.

“My bad.” Steve tells you, giving you an apologetic smile, “It must’ve slipped.”

“Mhmm, I guess it must have.” You respond, turning to him as you both sit in the booth, “Luckily he doesn’t know about Tommy H’s party, right? Would be a shame if someone-”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Steve holds back a laugh, incredulous that you’d bring that night up, “Dustin would hate me if he knew I kissed his sister.”

You nod up at him, trying so hard to ignore how close his lips are to yours. “Yeah, he would.” You smile, raising your eyebrows mischievously.

“Alright!” Steve tilts his head at you, pouting his lips, “I’m sorry for not being able to keep my mouth shut.”

“And?”

“And for getting overly friendly when I’m drunk.” He jokes, making you both laugh before together.

You and Steve follow Dustin to the back room of Scoops, where a very displeased Robin complains about how she had to close the shop on her own because Steve was ‘too busy making goo-goo eyes at Y/N.’

And now, here you all are. Plus Erica. Looking into a weird metal box. Steve opens it slowly and you all watch with curiosity as cold air flows out of it. “What the hell?” You remark.

“It’s definitely not Chinese food.” Steve states, looking back to the rest of the group, “Maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” Gently placing his hand on your arm, Steve gives you a serious look before he pulls you behind him. Dustin protests. Loudly.

“No.” Dustin shakes his head, looking into the box as he stands beside Steve.

The older boy pushes his little friend back slightly, “Seriously, come on, step back.”

“No,” Dustin repeats, looking up at Steve with a serious expression, “If you die, I die.”

You watch the interaction, letting out a big sigh before stepping from behind Steve, who turns to you. “Not you too, come on, just-”

“You die, he dies, I die.” You shrug, giving Steve a nod before sending a small smile your brother's way. Dustin remains serious, giving you a curt nod back as if he’s some kind of US soldier. You and Steve both share another look before you give him a reassuring nod, mouthing ‘It’s okay’ to him.

“Okay,” Steve mutters back, looking back to the cold metal. A few noises click as Steve opens the cylinder, pulling it out to reveal... “What the hell?” You and Steve both exclaim in unison.

“What is that?” Robin asks, eyeing the bright green liquid.

Suddenly, the room shakes, making you grip onto your little brother's shoulders. “Did the room just shake?” Dustin asks, looking to you with wide eyes.

“No, no, no, I’m sure it’s all... fine.” You tell him, looking back to Steve with a less than convincing expression.

“Booby traps.” Whispers Erica, her face full of fear. It’s a new look for her. The room shakes again. Your head snaps towards Dustin, whose eyes are even wider than they were two seconds ago.

“You know what?” Announces Robin, moving to Steve and taking the vile from his hand, “Let’s just grab that. And go.” Dustin springs to action, moving to the buttons while you watch as Steve puts the container back.

Steve turns to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “You okay?”

Trying to hide a smile, you shrug, “Yeah, I’m-”

“Which one do I press, erica?” Dustin calls out, his voice filled with anxiety at the fact that none of the buttons is working.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.” She shouts back as Robin places the vile inside her backpack.

“I’m pressing the button!” Dustin exclaims, making erica begin to shout louder. Robin then joins in on the shouting, causing Steve to sigh and examine the panel. The room shakes again, this time a red wall comes down, shielding you all from the exit.

“What the hell did you do now?” You curse, rushing to see the panel of buttons, some lit some not. More noises. You look around, your heart speeding up as you wait for something else to happen.

Suddenly, all at once, the elevator begins a descent into God knows where. Robin begins screaming, everyone clings to whatever they can. For Steve, that means you. He wraps his arms around you out of instinct, holding you close to his chest as the wind whips around the elevator. Your hand holds Dustin's as you fall together.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You curse, squeezing your eyes shut as your free hand grips onto Steve’s shirt. You can barely hear him but you know he’s saying words of comfort as he holds you, trying to steady you two when the elevator suddenly stops. The air is knocked out of your lungs as everyone crashes to the ground. You land beside Steve, one leg over his. Grunting as you sit up, you look around for your brother, whose hand you lost amidst the crash. "Dustin!” You call out, ignoring the pain in your head, “Are you alright?”

“Perfect!” He grunts in frustration, standing up and immediately heading for the still closed door.

“Is everyone okay?” You shout, sighing with relief when you hear a string of yes, “Ugh, thank God.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a moment as you catch your breath.

Steve sits up slowly, placing a hand on your thigh to balance himself. He looks down at you, breathing quickly as you lay down. Steve places a hand on yours, “Why do we always get ourselves into situations like this?” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowed as he frowns and rolls his shoulder back and forth.

“Shit,” you sit up to look at him, “Are you hurt?” Steve just shakes his head but you know he’s lying as he stands up, holding his hands out for you to take. He helps you stand and one of his hand lingers on yours. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him, giving him a harsh look, “I know when you’re lying.”

A small smile makes it’s way to Steve’s lips as he gazes at you, slowly nodding. “As long as you’re alright, I’m alright.”

You look down, knowing your cheeks are probably turning red. “You must’ve hit your head pretty hard.” You smile up at him, raising your eyebrows at his demeanour.

Steve stands still for a moment, shaking his head before looking up at you. “No, not at all.” He mumbles before gently placing both hands on either side of your face. You feel your cheeks heat up even warmer but you lean into his touch anyways. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I, um-”

“Is this really the right time, guys?” Robin inquires, looking between the two of you. “Trust me, I want this to happen more than anyone. More than Steve, even, just so I don’t have to hear him talk about you every shift. But we‘re about to die in an elevator.”

You both pull away from each other and you immediately look to the floor, not meeting Steve or anyone's eyes whatsoever. “Yeah, you’re right,” Steve mutters, shaking his head slightly. He leans towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to the group, “So, now what?”

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glitterslag · 5 years

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Hello! I saw your looking for some HC/Smut prompts? I have one for Warren! Would you mind doing a headcanon about warren asking the reader to move in with him? Thanks in advance! 😊

Hi, thanks so much i loved writing this!! I got massively off track in the middle, i hope you don’t mind eek

You’re usually happy to let Warren take the lead when it comes to milestones in the relationship. You waited for as long as he needed to put a label on the relationship, and didn’t mind that it took him a year to say “I love you”. He just isn’t a talker, (in fact, this is a separate post, but I have a headcanon that Warren is an ASD individual!) and for the most part, that’s ok.

However, when it comes to moving in together, he needs a little prompting. It gets to the point where you literally just have to come out and say it to him:

“Warren, all of my rent money is going to waste. Because I’m always here.”

(Naturally, you’re always the one to stay at his place, not the other way around. He likes to be in his own nest, so to speak, and have all his stuff around him. Staying at another person’s house stresses him out. Plus - you live with other girls and he finds that awkward, especially because you’re constantly having incredibly loud sex and then he has to pass them in the hallway afterwards. It’s straight up not fun.)

At first, he just looks at you blankly.

“I can lend you money if it’s a problem.”

You just let out a frustrated sigh and flop down on the bed. He doesn’t get it.

It slowly starts to sink in for him though, over the next few days. It’s like, oh, yes you’re here rather a lot aren’t you? But still, he doesn’t say anything.

When he does finally ask you it’s so mechanical. He’s like “Weshouldmoveintogetherbecauseitwillbemutuallybenefitialaswewillsaveonbills”

Of course, you jump on him and hug him as if he asked you in some kind of romantic way because for Warren, it was. Commitment had been really difficult for him and you’re proud of him for coming this far.

It’s not like he’s a complete stone, though. He may suck at the talking and the little things, and he can struggle to pick up on what’s supposed to be a romantic thing and what’s not, but let me tell you. He bosses grand gestures.

He finds it hard to do anything spontaneously but when there’s an event coming up – you know you’re getting something big. I’m talking rose petals on the bed, champagne chilling and new lingerie, a weekend away in some foreign city (it’s never Paris or Rome or anywhere typical like that, it’s always somewhere exotic and sultry with him, like or Istanbul or St Petersburg or Ouarzazate.)

For your birthday, he does that thing where he buys you a star. For your first year together, he gets you a silver necklace with the infinity symbol carved out in gemstones (he hasn’t even said he loves you yet at this point, mind you, but he doesn’t have to – it means forever).

Then there’s the time he gets your name tattooed on himself. He probably doesn’t even tell you he’s doing it, he’ll just come home and be like “hey, look what I did”, so casual that you would be exasperated as hell if you weren’t crying from the emotion. It’s either above his heart, or else somewhere visible like his arm – he wants people to see that he’s claimed.

You might not be a tattoo girl, he reassures you, but there are… other ways he can leave his mark on your body, so to speak.

Then there are the little things you have absolutely no idea he does.

His phone background is just the default phone wallpaper no matter how much you nag at him to change it, but you best believe he’s got a picture of you in his wallet, and on his desk at work. He’s old fashioned that way.

Speaking of default phone background – his place is like,,, a robot’s house. The walls are probably grey and his bed sheets are plain grey or black or white. You’ve bought him things to brighten it up over the months – alphabet magnets for his fridge (he’ll use it to leave you little messages like “I luv u” – that way he doesn’t have to be there when you read it because he’ll get all blushy) a framed photo or artist’s print for his wall. A shower curtain with a map of the world on or whatever. All the things that make a house a home. And he loves every single thing you’ve ever bought him, he really does. It’s just that he’d never go out and buy something like that for himself, y’know? (“Why would I, when I could buy you pretty things instead?” He protests.)

So when you move in, let’s just say there’s some serious redecorating to do.

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heythere-emberhere · 5 years

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Never Been in Love - Sweet Pea x OC

Summary: (Based of a HC of mine) Sweet Pea lost his virginity to a close friend in high school and has had feelings for her ever since but was too Sweet Pea to do anything about it, and she’s too oblivious to notice. That is until now, the night of Cheryl Blossom’s infamous 21st birthday party, of course.

A/N: I started working on this back in March, and it’s June now. Sorry it took so long, but it’s here now! AAAAAAND it might not the only thing I’m posting today. I wrote out the smut that goes along with this one, so I might post it. (I’ve never done that on this blog before.)

WC: 10,635 (super long because I super hope you won’t hate me for being MIA)

“Tiny, calm down,” Sweet Pea said, leaning back against the bar top at La Bonne Nuit. “I think you’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“A bigger deal than it needs to be? This is Cheryl’s 21st birthday, Sweet Pea. It has to be perfect, or she’ll kill me,” Toni said as she paced back and forth across the main floor between the tables, running her hands through her hair.

“Just relax, T.”

“Relax? This is Cheryl we’re talking about.”

“She’s got you there, man,” Fangs chimed in from his seat next to Sweets.

“And, you know Red better than anyone. You’ve got this,” Sweet Pea said.

“Just because I know her better than anyone doesn’t mean I can pull this off. Like I said, it has to be perfect. The flowers, the decorations, the food, the drinks, the gifts.”

“I just think you shouldn’t stress so much. You should-”

“I swear to god, Sweet Pea. If you tell me to relax again, I’m going to kick your ass. It’s so obvious you’ve never been in love!” Toni snarked, rolling her eyes at the boy.

Sweet Pea’s light smirk fell from his face, and Fangs’ jaw dropped.

“Damn. Don’t you think that was a little harsh, Toni?” Fangs asked.

“What?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

Sweet Pea leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked up at the pink-haired girl.

“You think I want you to relax because I don’t know what it feels like to care about someone so much that you want to be able to do everything humanly possible to make them feel like the most important person in the world?” His voice was even, almost stern as he spoke. “Because you think I’ve never looked at someone and forgotten what it’s like to breathe or thought that there was no chance in hell that I was alive or awake, like I had to have been dead or dreaming, for them to be standing there in front of me?”

He looked down at his folded hands and the floor under them. Toni had never seen her tall, usually brooding friend look so fragile. The way his shoulders hung forward suggested this was something that had been weighing on him for some time now, and he’d been holding it all in expertly.

“Sweet Pea, I-”

“Because there’s never been one person in my life I think of before everyone else when something good happens or when I’ve had a shitty day and just need to let off some steam? You think I want you to relax because you’ve never seen me cuddled up with someone in the back of La Bonne Nuit or the Wyrm on a Friday night or because I’ve never ditched plans with you and Fangs to stay in and watch movies I’d never admit to liking in public while eating popcorn and drinking beer we snagged from the back room of the bar while no one was looking, which is just you assuming that’s not what I’ve wanted to be doing with my time, by the way.”

He lifted his head and rose from the stool. Toni’s shoulder’s slumped.

“You think I want you to relax because I’ve never met anyone who makes me want to fight less or be more?”

“Sweets,” Toni started, stepping toward him.

“I was just trying to be a good friend, Toni. I don’t want to see you stress yourself to death over this. It’s a party. It’s supposed to be fun. Remember that,” he said before shoving past the tables and stomping out of the bar.

As the door swung shut, Toni and Fangs exchanged a look.

“So,” she said taking the seat Sweets had been sitting in, “you have any idea who he’s in love with?”

“None,” Fangs said. “I’ve never heard him talk like that before.”

“Me either.”

“But he’s right, you know?” Fangs said, nudging her shoulder. “This is supposed to be all about having a fun time for Cheryl’s 21st.”

Toni nodded and looked toward the door, which was still swinging gently back and forth, as if to ask if she should go after Sweet Pea.

“I think, just give him some time,” Fangs almost whispered.

She nodded, getting up from her seat to get started on some of the decorations currently boxed up behind the bar.

Sweet Pea was still kicking rocks in the Pop’s parking lot, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, when Ember arrived to help Toni set up for Cheryl’s party. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the gravel crunch beneath her combat boots as she walked up behind him.

“Uh oh,” she called out to him, “Did they already piss you off?”

Sweet Pea’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his stride carrying him quickly to her short frame. Growing up next door to one another had meant that Sweets and Ember had little choice in becoming close. Between the morning and evening carpools to school as kids and the weekend afternoons he spent at her trailer while his mom was at work—when she was still living with them, that is—they got to know each other well. She was someone he’d always felt comfortable with.

“A little,” he said honestly shrugging his shoulders.

“Wanna tell me about it?” she asked turning around and walking toward his bike instead of further toward the diner.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets as he walked with her, the backs of his fingers grazing lightly against the cool leather of her jacket as he did so. The difference in temperature sent chills down his spine.

“Toni just kind of blew up on me for telling her that she shouldn’t be taking this whole party thing so seriously and that she needed to relax.”

“She’s just a little stressed, you know? Cheryl’s probably putting more pressure on how perfect she wants her birthday to be than any of us realize.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that gives her a right to tell me it’s obvious I’ve never been in love,” he said with a huff as he leaned against his bike.

“Did she really?” Ember asked with her eyebrows raised, leaning next to him against his bike.

He nodded as Ember put her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Pea. Personally, I think that was uncalled for. I know it’s not ideal, but maybe give her the benefit of the doubt and try to think she just wasn’t thinking about how you might take that.”

“Thanks, Em,” he sighed, “and I know she wasn’t trying to be rude or anything, but if I’m being honest, it kinda stung.”

“Besides,” she said, “just because you’ve never had a proper girlfriend doesn’t mean you couldn’t have been in love with someone, right?”

“Right,” he replied quietly, glancing down at her next to him.

Ember nodded and lifted her head from Sweets’ shoulder leaning forward slightly, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket before tossing them lightly to her other hand and holding them out before him. Sweet Pea glanced down at the unopened pack then back at Em. He remembered the first time they’d smoked together at the end of their freshman year.

Ember pulled the cigarette away from her lips, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before breathing it out into the cool night air between them.

“Want one?” she asked, presenting the pack to Sweet Pea.

The light outside the Wyrm flickered as he took the carton from her tipping it and pulling a cigarette from the cardboard box before closing the lid and handing it back to her. He loved the way the denim of her jeans hugged her hip as he watched her slide the box back into her back pocket. His eyes flicked back up to hers as she held out her lighter to him, flicking it on. He watched the flame dance next to her long, black nails as he inhaled. The ring of light on the tip of the cigarette reflected in her pupils. She smirked as the smoke left his slightly parted lips.

“I have a question for you,” she said, turning her body to face him and taking another drag of her cigarette.

“Hmm?” He mumbled turning his head toward her, not leaving his post against the brick wall behind him.

“Do you find me attractive?” she asked plainly. “You can be honest.”

“Yes,” he said looking down and flicking cigarette ash toward the ground, hoping Ember couldn’t see the blush creeping up his neck.

“Mmm,” she hummed inhaling another long drag while she took a step closer to Sweet Pea, who was still looking toward the ground as he brought his cigarette back to his own lips.

Ember played with the collar of his leather jacket, eyeing the dog tags in the middle of his chest. She could see his breath catch in his throat as he exhaled smoke.

“I have another question,” she said looking up at him through her lashes.

He met her eyes and nodded.

“Yeah?” he gulped, the intensity of her gaze clearly making him nervous.

“Would you want to have sex with me?” She asked, trailing her finger halfway across his chest and down his abdomen.

“Right- Right now?” He asked. He was sure his cheeks had flushed a deep red.

She pulled her hand away, and he dropped his half-finished cigarette on the concrete.

“No, not right now,” Ember said with a chuckle. “I was actually thinking this weekend? My parents are going to a conference for my dad’s job, so I’ll have the place all to myself.”

Sweet Pea ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He didn’t want to have to say the words that were going to come out of his mouth.

“Em,” he started kicking his boot over his fading cigarette, “you know I’ve never, um-”

“That’s why I’m asking you, Sweets.”

“Okay? That doesn’t make any sense,” he said before looking around and lowering his voice. “Why would you specifically ask a virgin to have sex with you? Wait. Is this some sort of weird kink?”

“No, Sweet Pea,” Ember said with a laugh as she hit him on the shoulder. “I’m asking you specifically because I’m a virgin, too.”

He raised his eyebrows as she took her final drag of her cigarette and tossed it into the parking lot. Whether she was holding her breath for dramatic effect or to feel the smoke in her lungs for just a little bit longer, he couldn’t be sure, but his heart was pounding.

“I’m just tired of waiting around for perfect this and special that,” Ember exhaled. “You know? I think you’re attractive, and I trust you, so let’s do this.”

“Let’s do each other, you mean?”

“Is that a yes?”

“I think I’d be crazy to say no.”

Ember shook the pack of cigarettes in front of Sweet Pea’s face.

“Hello? Earth to Sweet Pea? You wanna smoke?” she asked.

He took the pack from her hand, his fingertips grazing over the back of her hand as he grabbed it.

“That depends,” he said with a smirk. “Are you gonna ask me to sleep with you this time, too?”

Ember smiled, shook her head, and shoved his shoulder lightly as he pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette.

“You wish,” she joked as he handed the pack back to her.

He still loved the way the denim of her jeans hugged her hip as he watched her slide the box into her back pocket. They finished their cigarettes in silence, leaning against his motorcycle outside of Pop’s diner, and for a brief moment Sweet Pea wished Ember had been inside to hear what he had said to Toni. Maybe, he thought, that would make whatever would come of what happened next a little bit easier for him. But, she hadn’t been, and he wasn’t going to tell her, so everything was just going to have to work itself out some other way.

As they walked into La Bonne Nuit, Ember gave the back of Sweet Pea’s arm a light squeeze and smiled at him as if to say, ‘I’m always here.’ Then, she walked over to Fangs at the bar to see what she could do to help. Toni set the glasses she was arranging at the end of the bar down and walked over to Sweet Pea.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” she said. “I never should have assumed-”

“It’s fine,” Sweet Pea cut her off. “Let’s just not talk about it. What do you need me to do?”

Ember and Fangs watched from their place at the bar, both expecting there to be more of a show as Fangs filled her in on Sweet Pea’s grand speech before he stormed out into the parking lot. They exchanged glances when Toni just started nodding and led Sweets over to a box of decorations and a step ladder, explaining that she and Fangs had been too short to get the streamers up high enough. Sweets mockingly patted her on the head and got to work, pushing the ladder to the side and opting to use a bar chair to stand on instead.

“I really expected there to be more of a fight there,” Fangs said as Toni walked up to him and Ember watching Sweets hang the streamers up across the bar.

“Me too,” Toni said. “Especially with how upset he was with me when he stormed out. I don’t get why he’d want to drop it all of a sudden.”

“He’s just so tall,” Ember said staring Sweet Pea up and down as he stretched his arms above his head to reach the ceiling. She couldn’t help but let her eyes trail down to his hip where his shirt had lifted away from his jeans and exposed his bare skin. Suddenly, she found herself noticing just how much he’d filled out since they were fifteen. His shoulders were broader, arms more toned, legs built with more lean muscle, and it looked like his abs—and presumably his chest—were more defined than they had been before.

Fangs and Toni looked at her with their heads cocked to the side.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Fangs asked.

“Sorry,” Ember said with a shrug, tearing her eyes away from Sweet Pea. “I wasn’t here for all that stuff earlier, so I didn’t have anything relevant to add.”

“Well, I wish you had been,” Toni said. “Maybe you could have provided us with some insight into where all of Sweet Pea’s hidden feelings came from.”

“You sure he wasn’t just talking about Josie?” Ember asked.

Toni and Fangs paused for a beat and looked at each other. Honestly, they hadn’t even considered Josie as an option.

“Didn’t even think of that, did ya?”

Toni and Fangs shook their heads, exchanging more glances in a sort of silent conversation with one another. They were hitting each other in the shoulder and grunting when Sweet Pea came over with his eyebrows furrowed. He stood next to Ember and stared at their other two friends questioningly.

“They’re doing some weird thing because neither of them considered that you might have been in love with Josie,” Ember said, leaning toward Sweet Pea as if she were trying to tell him something in secret but not lowering her voice at all.

“Oh,” Sweet Pea said looking between his three friends. “Well. I’m not, and I wasn’t.”

Toni and Fangs stopped fighting like children and looked back and forth between each other and Ember then to Sweets before landing back on Ember as if asking for answers.

“Well, fuck me!” Ember said putting her hands up. “Sorry, guys. I really thought I had something there. Guess I should leave the sleuthing to Betty and Jughead after all.”

Sweet Pea leaned over to grab a chair from the table they were all standing around and pulled it closer to him, loudly scraping the legs across the floor. As he did so, he spoke under his breath so that only Ember could hear him.

“Is that another offer, Em?”

Ember promptly choked on her own spit while Sweets took his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking to himself.

“You okay, Em?” Fangs asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said between coughs while walking to the bar to get some water. “Sweet Pea’s just an ass.”

“What did he say this time?” Toni asked, glaring at him.

“Nothing!” Sweets and Ember said in unison.

After another hour of decorating and taking twenty minutes to rearrange the tables to make more room for dancing on the main floor, Veronica and Betty showed up with the food Toni had ordered from the catering service, and Jughead and Reggie arrived with the booze. Ember couldn’t decide if Veronica and Reggie not dating anymore made it harder or easier to be in the same room with them. Seeing another girl with her ex made her feel jealous even when she didn’t want to be, but now that Reggie and Veronica were also exes, Ember wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel obligated to team up with Veronica or something. Were they supposed to spend the whole night hating on Reggie or pining over him and talking about how soft his hair is? She watched Jug and Reggie unload beers into the fridges below the bar, their heads bobbing up and down like buoys as the tide comes in. The light glistened off the bottles sitting on the bar top above them.

“What’s up?” a deep voice broke Ember out of her trance.

She looked to her right to see Sweet Pea sitting next to her wearing a bright red feather boa. She lifted the end of the party favor and tickled his cheek with it, causing him to smile.

“Not much. Why are you wearing this?” she asked, tickling his face again.

“Toni said I had to be festive,” he replied grabbing the end of the boa from her hand and waving it back in her face with a laugh.

The sound of Ember’s giggling caught Toni’s attention around the corner of the bar, and when she looked up, she smacked Fangs in the chest pointing her finger at their friends. Sweet Pea and Ember sat facing one another, their faces just inches apart, both with goofy smiles. Ember’s nose scrunched up as Sweets tickled it with the feather boa before she batted it away with her hand. She quickly grabbed the other end and attacked his cheek, causing him to pull to the side and nearly fall of his stool. They both erupted in laughter as Ember held out her arm to try and catch him. Fangs’ jaw dropped as he watched Ember and Sweet Pea while they thought no one was paying attention.

“Is there something going on between our two best friends that we’ve been completely missing?” he whispered to Toni.

As their laughter died down, Ember returned her attention to Jughead and Reggie, letting her eyes fall on Reggie’s movements behind the bar. She didn’t want to get back with him, but being in the same room with him wasn’t exactly easy. Everything he did was still too familiar. Sweet Pea followed her gaze, his smile falling when he realized she was watching Reggie with a look reminiscent of nostalgia on her face. He clenched his jaw and tapped his fingers on the bar a couple times before standing up.

“I’m gonna go see if there’s anything else Toni needs us to do,” he said.

Ember tore her eyes away from Reggie to look up at Sweet Pea and nodded.

“Okay,” she said. “Sounds good.”

“If there’s anything going on,” Toni said to Fangs, noticing that Sweet Pea was headed their way, “it’s entirely one-sided, and I don’t think it’s because of a lack of effort on Sweets’ part.”

“How did we miss-” Fangs started.

“What did we miss?” Sweet Pea asked sitting down next to Fangs.

“Nothing,” Toni said. “We didn’t miss a thing.” She placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and smiled at him. “People should be starting to arrive any minute now. Why don’t you and Fangs take the first shift of door duty, and I’ll have Jug and Reggie tag you out later?”

The boys nodded, standing up and heading toward the door. Toni grabbed Fangs by the bicep and held him back, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Do not say anything to him,” she said.

“But-”

“Fangs,” she said, her voice sharp and eyes narrow.

“Fine,” he bit back, yanking his arm out of her grasp. “I won’t say anything to him.”

Fangs tugged at his flannel sleeve as he walked away from Toni; Sweet Pea eyed the two of them cautiously.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Fangs said.

The boys had been manning the door in strained silence for fifteen minutes before Sweet Pea finally spoke.

“Alright, dude, you look like you’re in physical pain over there. What the fuck is up with you?”

Fangs let out a long sigh, his shoulders relaxed, and his jaw unclenched as he walked over to Pea’s side of the door.

“I just- why didn’t you tell me, man? I thought I was your best friend?”

“What do you mean why didn’t I tell you?” Sweet Pea asked.

“That you have, or had, feelings for someone. That’s a big deal, bro.”

“Why would I tell you when I didn’t even tell her?” Sweet Pea asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The look on his face was pure defeat. His jaw was slack, eyes sullen, and lips in a thin, tight line.

“You could,” Fangs said, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I can’t.”

“Come on,” Fangs laughed. “I’m sure Em would be more willing to talk to you about it than you think.”

Sweet Pea’s head snapped up at the mention of her name, and he slammed his forearm across Fangs’ chest, shoving him into the door and grabbing a fistful of Fangs’ shirt with his other hand. Sweet Pea’s eyes narrowed and locked onto Fangs’ dark and wide ones.

“I swear to God, Fogarty. If you say one word to Ember about this, I will beat the ever-loving shit out of you. Do you hear me? I don’t know how you fucking figured it out, and I won’t deny it now, but if she gets word of this in one night after I’ve worked for nearly four fucking years to keep my feelings a secret, you will pay for it. You got that?”

Fangs nodded, swallowing hard. He spoke quietly, only after Sweet Pea had let him go and given him a chance to straighten out his shirt.

“Four years?” he asked.

Sweet Pea nodded, looking at the ground and scuffing the tile lightly with the heel of his boot. Just as Fangs was about to ask more questions, Jughead and Reggie came up to take the next door shift, muttering something about how Toni wanted Fangs and Sweet Pea inside to help with one last thing before Cheryl arrived.

“This conversation isn’t over,” Fangs said as they went to find Toni.

“Yes. It is,” Sweet Pea replied, and before Fangs could get another word in he was asking Toni, “What do you need us to do?”

From behind the bar, Toni pulled out four shot glasses and filled them each to the brim with tequila and set one in front of herself and each of the boys. Ember came up behind Toni carrying saltshakers and a bowl of lime wedges. She set them down in between the shot glasses and looked at her friends.

“Knock ‘em back, bitches! We have no idea what Cheryl is going to make us do tonight,” Ember said with a laugh.

“Shit, maybe we should’ve made these doubles,” Sweet Pea retorted before kitten licking the back of his hand then giving Ember a swift wink before pouring salt over his skin.

“Hey!” Toni shouted, too preoccupied with salting her own hand to notice the exchange between her friends.

“We can do another,” Ember said raising her shot glass.

The others followed suit, raising their glasses and tapping them on the counter before licking the salt of their hands, downing their shot, and then sucking the lime between their teeth. Before Ember could pour out more shots, Betty and Veronica shouted from the other end of the bar that Cheryl was pulling in the parking lot. Toni grabbed Fangs to help with the sash and other cutesy accessories they had picked out and ran to the doors, leaving Sweets and Ember standing on either side of the bar in confusion. He leaned over, pushing the used shot glasses out of the way, and gave her a cheeky grin.

“I couldn’t quite hear you over Toni’s screeching. Did you say we could do each other? That’s three offers in one night, Em. A little excessive, don’t you think?”

Ember rolled her eyes and leaned closer to Sweet Pea so that their faces were mere inches apart. She let out a soft, slow breath as she reached her arm out and grabbed the bottle of tequila next to him, sliding the glass across the bar while she looked him dead in the eyes.

“Keep this up, and I’ll just have to start taking shots every time you mention having sex with me, Sweets,” she said pulling away and taking a swig straight from the bottle.

Sweet Pea laughed while he watched her put the bottle down and walk out from behind the bar to join Toni and Cheryl now that they had officially made their way into the party. Then, he grabbed the bottle and took a swig before screwing the cap back on and finding a sharpie behind the bar. He wrote Toni’s initials on the bottle and placed it with the rest of the party stuff behind the bar before finding himself a seat with his friends.

For the first hour or so of the party, everyone mingled and ate snacks and had a few drinks, but once Cheryl was done making heart eyes and Toni for setting up such a ‘lovely soiree’ for their anniversary, she decided to take a little more control. Cheryl’s personal playlist opened the floodgates to the dance floor, and the last thing Sweet Pea wanted to do was dance in front of the entire population of Riverdale High. He sat for a while off to the side drinking his beer and talking to Fangs until Kevin and Betty pulled him into the crowd. Fangs was nice enough to fake a struggle, reaching his hand out to Sweets dramatically while shouting, “I have to stay for solidarity!”

Sweet Pea laughed him off and shouted back a “be safe out there!” before his eyes scanned the room for Jughead. It wasn’t his first choice, but he was hoping if Betty were with Kevin, it might mean Jughead was off the dance floor sitting somewhere safe, too. Before Sweets could find him, his eyes locked with a pair of deep green ones in the crowd. Ember smiled at him mischievously and started dancing her way through the people twisting and grinding around her. Before he could try to get up and walk away, she was standing in front of him, chest heaving in deep breaths. Sweet Pea looked up at her from his seat, the sweat on her brow and above her light, pink lips glistened against the low lighting of the bar. Rarely was Ember in a position to look down at him, but there was something about the way her features looked from this angle that made his chest tighten. She stepped forward, leaning over him completely, and her shirt fell away from her chest as she bent down. Sweets tried not to let his eyes flicker downward, but he knew it was a battle easily lost as she placed her hand on his shoulder and brought her face next to his so he could hear her over the music.

“You look bored,” she said.

Her bra was red lace.

“Come dance with me.”

He hadn’t really heard the words she said to him until she pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him up out of his seat and toward the dance floor. He stopped as they approached the crowd of people. Ember looked reader to shoulder her way through.

“Em,” he said, pulling her closer and leaning down so she could hear him, “you know I don’t dance.”

She dropped his hand from hers and moved it to the underside of the bottle of beer he was holding before gently pushing it up toward his lips. Their eyes stayed locked on each other’s as she tipped the bottle back and made him drink what was left.

“Now put that bottle down and come with me!” Ember shouted over the music, dragging him through the crowd.

“Hey! It’s Sweet Pea!” Fangs shouted from his place pressed between Kevin and Betty. “Did you guys know he’s my best friend!?”

Sweet Pea shook his head and grabbed the drink from Fangs’ hand.

“I think you need to slow down there, buddy,” Sweets said, but Fangs was too far gone to notice.

He placed a hand on Ember’s shoulder while the other held the confiscated drink right in front of her face.

“On the other hand,” he whispered in her ear, “you might want this because I could have sworn you just invited me to cum with you.”

Sweet Pea smirked against her ear when he felt Ember’s hand reach for the glass and take the drink from him. She brought it to her lips and chugged what was left, her friends’ eyes widening as they watched.

“Yes, bitch!” Toni shouted as she took the empty glass and set it on a nearby table.

For the next few songs, Sweet Pea mostly just stood in the crowd shuffling and turning his body so that he wouldn’t get hit as his friends danced around him and on each other, but he tried to stay as close to Ember as he possibly could, occasionally resting his hand on her hip or back as she pressed her body against his and moved her hips. It might have been more enjoyable for him if he didn’t have Fangs on the other side also pressed up against him and occasionally grabbing and Sweet Pea’s hands, arms, or hips and trying to force him to move in ways that he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to move in. Every once in a while, Sweet Pea was okay with some dancing, but he wasn’t trying to do the chicken dance and the robot at the same time like Fangs seemed to think was appropriate at the moment.

“Okay, seriously!” Sweets shouted over the music while he pushed his best friend off him for the fifth time during the same song, “Who let him drink this much?”

Kevin and Toni both pointed and each other then started laughing hysterically, only stopping when Sweet Pea pushed Fangs over to the two of them. Stumbling, Fangs caught himself by wrapping an arm around each of their necks and then pulling them both in for a tight hug.

“You two are great. You know that? We’re all great,” Fangs stopped to giggle, “but none of us are straight!”

Toni and Kevin stared at one side of Fangs’ face as he stood between them cackling at himself.

“Maybe we should take him to go sit and drink some water,” Kevin said.

“Great idea! I’ll lead,” Sweet Pea shouted over the music as he clapped Kevin on the back and pushed through the crowd.

Kevin, Fangs, Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Reggie, Cheryl, Toni, and Ember formed a train following Sweet Pea away from the dance floor and to a big, circular booth away from the crowd and the speakers. Ember snuck through to get some water for Fangs, followed by Cheryl who eyed the bottle of tequila with her girlfriend’s initials on it from earlier in the night.

“What’s this?” she asked Ember swishing the liquid around.

“That would be the beginning of Fangs’ downward spiral, I think,” Ember replied with a laugh. “I’d be happy to make you a drink or do a shot with you if you want.”

“Oh, I think we should all do shots,” Cheryl said. “Everyone except Fangs, of course.”

“Hold on,” Ember said putting the water down and crouching beneath the bar.

She came back up with more unopened bottles of tequila and clean shot glasses. She put them on the counter next to the open bottle and rushed to the back room, holding up her pointer finger telling Cheryl to keep waiting as she walked away. Ember reappeared with more lime wedges and saltshakers on a tray. She placed everything together and looked over at Cheryl with a smile.

“If everyone is doing shots, then we’ll need plenty to go around.”

Ember grabbed the water and an extra pitcher while Cheryl grabbed the tray, and the two walked over to their friends. Ember set the water and pitcher down in front of Fangs before picking up his hand and placing it around the glass for him and guiding it to his lips like she’d done with Sweet Pea’s beer bottle earlier. Sweets watched the way Fangs eyed Ember as she made him drink the water, clenching his fists under the table. He relaxed only when Cheryl startled him by slamming the tray down on the table. Cheryl took her seat at the edge of the circular booth opposite him, leaving Ember to take the edge of the seat next to him. Reggie pulled up a chair and set it in the middle of the gap to complete the circle.

“In honor of my totally amazing 21st birthday,” Cheryl started, clapping her hands together, “we’re going to play a classic game of Never Have I Ever. Everyone, take a shot glass and fill it up!”

As the bottle of tequila was going around the table, Fangs grabbed for it, but Kevin swiftly took it from his hands.

“Drink some more water before you have any more of that,” he said, to which Fangs pouted.

“Would it help if you put your water in a shot glass, Fangs?” Ember asked from across the table. “Once you do six shots of water, you can have a shot of tequila.”

“Deal!” Fangs shouted pouring water into his shot glass and spilling some all over the table.

“Birthday girl, you start,” Veronica said looking at Cheryl.

“Of course. Let’s start easy. Never Have I Ever used a heinous pick up line to try to impress someone.”

Everyone at the table except Ember and Veronica took their shot.

“That’s one!” Fangs cheered. “Five more to go!”

“TT, I’m a little disappointed in you,” Cheryl said looking at her girlfriend with genuine concern.

“In my defense, it was on a dare,” Toni replied.

“Slightly less appalling. Who’s next? Cheryl asked looking to her left and right.

“I guess I’ll go,” Toni piped up. “Never Have I Ever been on a shitty blind date.”

Sweets and Kevin took a shot.

“Hey wait!” Fangs shouted. “The only blind date either of you have been on was with someone I set you up with.”

“Yeah, dude,” Sweet Pea said shaking his head, “and it was horrible. The girl couldn’t stop talking about her ex the entire time. She even showed me pictures of him while we were at dinner.”

“My turn!” Kevin interjected before Fangs had time to question him about his date, “Never Have I Ever had sex on the first date.”

Fangs, Ember, Reggie, and Veronica took a shot, and Sweet Pea lifted his glass before pausing.

“Wait, is it the same if you didn’t go on a date but just had sex with someone?” he asked.

“No, that’s different,” Kevin said.

Sweet Pea put his glass back down and tried not to glance at Ember sitting next to him.

“Fangs?” Cheryl asked after a long pause.

“Shh. I’m thinking,” He said as he stared at the water in his shot glass.

“Well, think faster or we’re skipping you.”

“Got it. Never Have I Ever had a friend with benefits,” Fangs said looking Sweet Pea directly in the eyes.

“Are you trying to target me, right now?” Sweets asked.

“What? No.”

“Then why are you staring at me like that? You didn’t even look to see if anyone else took a shot.”

“Oh, yeah. Did anyone else take a shot?” Fangs asked.

“I did,” Kevin said.

“Me too,” Toni said.

“Same,” Veronica chimed in.

“Yep,” said Reggie.

“Totally,” said Ember.

Sweet Pea looked over at Ember then at the rest of the group for good measure before looking back to Fangs.

“So, you gonna take that shot or not?”

“Point of clarification,” Sweets said, “for anyone that took a shot, does it count if the quote ‘benefits’ only happened once?”

“Um, if the person was a friend and not a random one-night stand, I think that still counts,” Reggie said.

“I think that’s up to you,” Ember said.

“Okay then,” Sweets said looking right at Fangs as he tossed the shot back. “You’re up Jughead.”

“All right. Never have I Ever had to hide a hickey from my parents.”

All the girls and Fangs took a shot.

“Really Fangs?” Jughead laughed.

“What? I date guys too!”

“My turn!” Betty said, “Never Have I Ever had sex with someone I wasn’t dating.”

Everyone drank to a chorus of “cheap shot!”

“Sorry, guys. I just wanted to get everyone,” Betty laughed.

“Yeah, that’s totally not fair,” Fangs slurred. “Especially because Sweets only sleeps with people he’s not dating.”

“You’re supposed to be taking shots of water!” Sweet Pea yelled.

“Oopsie,” Fangs said swishing the bottle of tequila in his hand and giggling.

The sight of his friend like that and the shots he’d downed since the game had started made Sweet Pea laugh back. He picked up a lime wedge from the middle of the table and sucked on it, still chuckling, as Kevin took the bottle away from Fangs once more.

“Listen, it’s not my fault, bro. Sometimes I wanna date a girl I slept with, and it just doesn’t happen, but we’re not here to talk about that, so what do ya got for us Ronnie?”

“Okay. Never Have I Ever done it in my parents’ bed.”

Reggie, Jughead, Betty, Cheryl, and Kevin took a shot.

“I must say, Veronica, after everything Hiram did, I’m a little surprised you never had that sort of subtle revenge,” Cheryl said.

Veronica shrugged.

“All right, Sweets. You’re up,” Cheryl said, “Is it time to enact your revenge plot on Fangs?”

“You know what, since he’s not actually drinking, I think I’ll just go with something that’ll get the rest of you to take a shot and generally annoy Fangs.”

“Go on,” Cheryl prodded lifting her glass.

“Never Have I Ever,” Sweet Pea started, looking around at everyone’s faces knowing what he was about to say was true only because of the way he planned on wording it, “told any of you,” he paused to look Fangs directly in the eyes, “who I lost my virginity to.”

Everyone except Ember took their shot while Fangs crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Sweets.

“Not cool, man,” he said.

Sweet Pea smirked as he leaned back in his seat.

“Wait,” Reggie spoke up slapping his hand on the table. “You’re telling me that your best friend doesn’t even know who you lost your v-card to?”

Sweet Pea shook his head.

“Why not?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Reg!”

“Personal reasons.”

“So, was it like really bad? You just don’t want to talk about it with anyone?” Reggie pressed.

“No, it was actually pretty good for it being both our first time and all.”

“And you didn’t wanna brag about that?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Reg!” Fangs said louder this time.

Sweet Pea shook his head. He could Feel Ember tensing beside him, so he brushed the back of his hand against the outside of her thigh under the table. It seemed to make her relax a little bit.

“Was she not that attractive?” Reggie asked with a look that not-so-subtly said ‘you can tell us the truth.’

Ember tensed up again.

“Smokin’ hot, dude.”

She let out a small chuckle only Sweet Pea could hear, and he rested his palm on her knee.

“What’s more important here,” Toni interjected, “is the fact that we’re not addressing that we have two people here who are cruel enough to withhold this kind of information from their best friend. Ember didn’t take her shot either and even if I hadn’t watched her, I would know because I’m her best friend.”

“Shit, you’re in trouble. She just busted out your full first name, Em,” Betty said.

Ember rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat.

“You and I weren’t best friends at the time, T. We’ve been over this. Like you said, I didn’t take my shot because no one at this table knows. That’s what Sweet’s said, ‘Never Have I Ever told any of you who I lost my virginity to.’ isn’t it?”

“Wait,” Sweet Pea said turning to Ember, “You didn’t take a shot?”

“We just went over this, Sweets.”

“I know. It’s just that technically you should have because of what you said earlier, you know?”

Ember looked up at him as a sly grin spread across his lips. With all the alcohol coursing through her body, she had to really try to think about what Sweets was hinting at. She stared at him with a blank look.

“Remember?” He said with a laugh as he slowly trailed his fingertips along her thigh under the table. “We were at the bar at the start of the party?”

Ember remembered him leaned over, his arms across his chest, and their faces inches apart as she reached for the tequila bottle that was no empty on the table in front of them. She also remembered the way his biceps strained against the rolled-up sleeves of his flannel shirt as he pressed his forearms into the wooden bar top. Hoping that her hand wasn’t shaky she reached for her shot glass and tried to blink away the image of Sweet Pea’s arms in her mind.

“You’re right,” she said, bringing the glass to her lips and tipping it back with her head.

Sweet Pea watched intently as her lips parted, the liquid sliding along her pouty lower lip as her tongue darted out to act as a guide. He wanted to wrap his hand around the back of her neck and keep her like that, remove the glass and replace it with his lips.

“What was that about?” Veronica asked, placing both her elbows on the table and leaning around Sweet Pea.

He smoothly removed his hand from Ember’s leg, silently cursing himself and hoping Veronica hadn’t seen.

“Nothing,” Ember and Sweet Pea said in unison.

“We’ve just had another game going all night, and I forgot the rules,” she smiled. “My turn, right?”

Ember looked around the table while she thought. Each person was staring right back at her. Scanning her friend’s eyes, she giggled and shook her head at herself.

“Some of you are going to hate me for this,” she started, “but Never Have I Ever had sex in a bunker.”

The group collectively groaned, and some took their shots.

“I thought we agreed never to bring that up again,” Jughead said pointing his finger at Ember.

She shrugged and turned her attention to Reggie.

“Your turn.”

“Easy,” he said. “Since we’re bringing up old dirt, Never Have I Ever hooked up with the same girl,” he paused to look at Cheryl and Jughead, “as someone else at this table.”

After rolling her eyes, Cheryl went to take her shot, but stopped when Sweet Pea spoke up.

“Wait, I thought it had to be something you haven’t done,” he said.

“It is,” Reggie said.

“No, you said no one at this table has hooked up with the same girl as you.”

Ember punched Sweet Pea’s leg under the table, but he didn’t seem to feel it.

“Yeah, Sweets. To my knowledge, the only girls Reggie’s been with at this table are Em and Ronnie.”

“Right,” Sweets slurred, holding his head up by placing his hand on his chin, “so he can’t say that no one else at this table has- oh, fuck!”

Everyone stared at Sweet Pea wide-eyed as he shot upright, going completely tense as he realized what he was saying.

“Whoa, Pea,” Reggie said, “are you saying you and Ronnie hooked up?”

Sweet Pea covered his face with his hands while everyone waited for him to respond.

“Fuck!” Fangs shouted.

Everyone’s heads snapped toward him, and Sweets peered at his best friend through his fingers.

“You fucking fucked Ember, didn’t you?” he turned to Ember, “Didn’t he?”

Ember’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head.

“I- we- um,” she stammered.

Sweet Pea dragged his hands down his face.

“Chill, Fangs,” he said, “It’s not that big of a deal. It was-”

“Oh! My! God!” Fangs shouted, slapping his hands don on the table and leaning forward, “It was her.”

He snapped his head toward Toni, and she finally caught on.

“You wouldn’t tell me because it was Sweets!” she shouted.

“Wait,” Betty chimed in, “is what you’re getting at in all this shouting that Em and Sweet Pea not only hooked up but also that they lost their virginity to one another?”

“Yes!” Fangs and Toni shouted at the same time.

A chorus of gasps and shouts went around the table, and when everyone settled down Ember’s cheeks were bright pink. Sweet Pea sat beside her with his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“And this is exactly why we never told any of you about it,” he huffed upward.

“Guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” Ember said looking down at the table.

“Oh?” Sweet Pea snapped, bringing his gaze down, “It wasn’t a big deal?”

When Ember looked up to meet his eyes, Sweet Pea looked genuinely hurt, like she had really offended him.

“Didn’t know that’s why we weren’t telling anyone,” he barked, pushing himself up off the seat and using his long legs to climb over the back of the booth instead of waiting for Ember to get up and let him out.

For the second time, Sweet Pea stormed out of the bar, though this time it was far less graceful as he drunkenly tripped over some stray chairs. During their game, he hadn’t noticed that nearly everyone else at the party had cleared out. There were only a handful of people left hanging in the actual diner, likely waiting to sober up enough to get home or wisely grabbing their hangover meal now instead of venturing out for it tomorrow.

Ember, especially when drunk, was nowhere near tall enough to keep up with Sweet Pea’s strides when he was angry walking. Despite the fact that she hadn’t stopped calling after him since he jumped the booth, he didn’t seem to hear her, or if he did, he didn’t care. She knew there was no way she was going to get faster, and now that he had made it fully outside the diner, it was likely that she would lose sight of him in the dark soon. So, the only think Ember knew to do was get louder.

“FUCK’S SAKE!” She screamed, “SWEET PEA, SLOW DOWN. JESUS CHRIST.”

Hearing her scream at him broke him out of his cloud of anger, and he stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Sweet Pea turned around to see Ember out-of-breath and forcefully stomping towards him.

“I don’t care if you’re mad at me. You’re not storming off into the night drunk,” she said stopping in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest.

Sweet Pea noticed the strap of her red, lace bra peaking out on her left shoulder, and he took a long, deep breath. He tried to focus on her words. Mad. Storming. Drunk. Drunk.

“I’m too drunk for this,” Sweet Pea said shaking his head, but shaking his head started to throw him off balance and caused him to sway backward.

“Good God, Sweets,” Ember said rushing forward to steady him. “You’re twice my size, and you’re drunk of your ass right now.”

“You’re fucking drunk too.”

“Well, I know that,” Ember said placing her hands on her hips.

“I’m gonna sit down,” Sweet Pea slurred before plopping himself down right in the middle of the parking lot.

He looked up at Ember, his head lulling back as his drunk body wasn’t steady. She stepped closer to him, looking down at him with a soft smile. It reminded him of the way she looked at him that night after it had really hit him what they were doing together, and he started to feel nervous and insecure. She had such a pretty smile, so sweet and warm. Like her lips. He could just reach out and pull her down to him like she’d done that night, just pull her to him and kiss her. He wondered if that would explain everything.

“I can’t kiss you,” Sweet Pea said.

“What?” Ember asked as she stepped closer, thinking she might have heard him wrong.

“I can’t kiss you,” he said louder and more clearly this time.

“What are you talking about, Sweets?”

“I was thinking about it. I could, you know?” he looked up at her with the same sort of amusement as a kid in a candy store when he spoke. “I could just pull you down to me right now and kiss you, but I can’t because we’re drunk.”

“Because we’re drunk?”

“Yep. Because we’re drunk. Like, we’re really fucking drunk, my dude.”

They both started to laugh uncontrollably. Ember clutched her stomach and plopped down right next to Sweet Pea, still laughing.

“We are really fucking drunk, aren’t we?” she asked him.

He nodded.

“I’m drunk because Fangs was trying to find a way to use that game to make me tell you that I’m in love with you, but he failed so hard. You want to know why he failed? Because he’s really fucking drunk, too. Why are you so drunk?”

“Wait,” Ember stopped and looked at Sweet Pea, searching for some sort of presence behind his eyes, “Did you just say that Fangs was trying to get you to tell me that you’re in love with me?”

“Did I?”

“That’s what I heard.”

“Well, pretend you didn’t. You weren’t supposed to. I’ve been keeping that one a secret for like four years,” Sweet Pea said before lying back on the pavement and staring up at the night sky.

“No. Fuck that,” Ember said, pulling at Sweet Pea’s shoulders and trying to get him to sit back up.

When he stayed put, she pulled out her phone and started recording a video. She set her phone down on the pavement next to her and tried again to get Sweet Pea to sit up.

“You don’t get to tell me to pretend I didn’t hear you say that you’re in love with me and that you have been for four years and then proceed to pass out on the fucking pavement in the fucking Pop’s parking lot, Sweet Pea. Get the fuck up.”

“What the hell is going on out here?” Fangs called from across the parking lot.

Ember stood up and turned to face him before throwing her hands in the air.

“This dumbass won’t get off the fucking ground,” she called to Fangs.

As he walked over, Ember noticed that Fangs looked significantly more sober than he had been when she and Sweet Pea left the bar. Fangs stopped next to Ember and looked down at Sweet Pea, who just waved up at him. Fangs chuckled before sticking his hand out to Sweets.

“Come on, buddy,” he said. “I think it’s time we get everyone home. Toni ordered us all Ubers on Cheryl’s account.

Sweets stuck his hand up from the ground and let Fangs help him up. When his head stopped spinning, he realized Ember was gone, and he could barely remember what they’d been talking about. He just had a feeling that he was mad at her for some reason.

The next morning, Sweet Pea woke to banging on his front door that rang through his head and all the way down his back. When he moved from his bed, his whole body hurt. Stepping over his shoes and clothes from last night that we haphazardly thrown on his bedroom floor, he made his way to his dresser and pulled out a pair of gym shorts to put on. He shielded his eyes from the sun coming from his living room window when he came to the door, the banging still constant and seemingly growing louder the longer it took him to reach the front of the house. When he opened the door, Ember stood there still in here oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, and she looked pissed. Sweet Pea started running through anything he could remember from last night, and everything after his stupid joke at the bar came up blank. He knew she wasn’t mad about that, but he was more than a little scared to find out what he’d done. Ember pushed past him and stomped her way into his living room, the sound of her feet—even on the carpeted floor—felt like nerve endings being pulled right out of Sweet Pea’s head.

“Explain this,” Ember said sharply, thrusting her phone in Sweet Pea’s face.

It was a shaky video of the Pop’s parking lot.

“What the fuck, Em? Did you take a shitty video of the parking lot?” he asked.

“Listen,” she bit back.

He held he phone closer to his ear, and he could hear a very drunk-sounding Em through the speaker: “You don’t get to tell me to pretend I didn’t hear you say that you’re in love with me and that you have been for four years and then proceed to pass out on the fucking pavement in the fucking Pop’s parking lot, Sweet Pea. Get the fuck up.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes closed tightly as he took in a sharp breath. He remembered shoving Fangs against the door at the start of the party and threatening him. He remembered making more suggestive comments to Em throughout the night. And, he vaguely remembered the game of Never Have I Ever, which resulted in his storming out of the bar. When he opened his eyes, Ember was still glaring at him with her shoulders tense and jaw clenched. He looked down her body and saw he fist balled tightly by her side and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” she seethed.

Sweet Pea looked her in the eyes, and his whole body relaxed. She knew now. There was no getting around that, and no matter how terrified he was to have this conversation with her, he had to admit one thing.

“You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?” he asked with a genuine smile spreading across his lips.

Ember softened and cocked her head to the side.

“What?”

“You’re brilliant. Even when you’re drunk off your ass, you’re thinking of ways to hold me accountable. I mean, taking a video so you have some sort of proof to call me out on is just beyond me, Em.”

“Not the point, Sweet Pea.”

“Sorry,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender before bringing her over to the couch to sit.

“Is this true?” She asked, shaking the phone in his face.

He cupped his hands around her hand and the phone and gently brought in down to her lap. For a moment, he saw something flash in her eyes, something soft and maybe vulnerable, but her expression hardened again quickly.

“Are you asking me if I’m in love with you?” Sweets asked softly.

“Yes,” Ember said matching his tone.

“Then yes,” he said as he let go of her hand and brought his own to rest in his lap.

He didn’t want to look up at here; he was afraid her expression hadn’t softened to match her tone. He was afraid in general. That’s why he’d never said anything about it in the first place. He and Ember had been neighbors and friends since before they even got to decide who their friends were, before Toni and Fangs and the Serpents. She was one constant he couldn’t justify the risk of losing. When they’d managed to keep their friendship in the same condition after their agreement, Sweet Pea decided it was best not to test their luck.

“And you just didn’t say anything for four years?” she asked, her voice shaky.

Sweet Pea knew the sound of Ember’s voice strained in that way all to well, and sure enough, when he looked up to meet her eyes, she was holding back tears and her bottom lip was quivering.

“Is it because of what I said?” she squeaked, tears spilling down her cheeks as she sucked in a shaky breath.

“What? Em, what are you talking about?”

She looked down and played with the hem of her t-shirt, sniffling. Sweet Pea watched as she quickly wiped her tears and looked up at the light, holding more back. She spoke so softly this time that Sweet Pea had to lean in to hear her.

“When I said, ‘As long as you can promise not to go falling in love with me’ afterward,” she said as more tears fell. “Is that why you never said anything? Because I didn’t mean it like that. I never wanted you to feel like- I was just kidding because we were best friends, and we’d just had sex, and I was trying to be funny because I was afraid things were going to be weird, and-”

Realization hit Sweet Pea in the gut as he listened to Ember stammer through her tears. She thought that it was her fault he’d never told her, like she did something wrong. His throat tightened up as he watched her sniffle and cry in front of him, and all he could think to do was pull her right onto his lap and hold her. He pressed her head to his chest, wrapped his arms around her, and set his chin on top of her head. He completely enveloped her, and he could feel her let go, fully sobbing onto his bare skin and shaking in his grasp.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she kept saying over and over, only making him want to squeeze her tighter and tighter.

“Shh, Emmy,” he cooed, using a nickname she rarely let anyone else use, “it’s okay. It’s not like that at all. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

After five minutes of Sweet Pea whispering in her ear, Ember had calmed down enough to actually comprehend what he was saying instead of just hearing the melodic cadence of his words. When Sweet Pea pulled away, he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks and gave her a small smile.

“See? Okay. We’re good now, right?” he said.

“No!” she shouted, causing Sweet Pea to jump back at her sudden outburst. “If I didn’t make you think I wasn’t interested by saying that, then why didn’t you just fucking tell me you had feelings for me? For God’s sake, we had sex, and you couldn’t just talk to me?”

Sweet Pea looked at her all puffy-eyed and red-nosed and yelling at him, and all he could do was laugh. When she put it like that, he saw exactly what she meant. They crossed the boundaries of their friendship in a way that so many people would never even dare to do, and he couldn’t even sit down and have a conversation with her.

“Why are you laughing now?” she asked.

“Because you’re right. When you say it like that, it sounds really dumb that I didn’t say anything to you. I was just scared. I figured we were lucky enough for things to not be super weird after we had sex, and I didn’t want to risk that not being the case if we dated and broke up.”

“You never considered what would happen if I didn’t have feelings for you?” Ember asked.

Sweet Pea’s eyes grew wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Oh, shit,” he said putting a little more distance between the two of them. “I didn’t mean to assume-”

This time, it was Ember’s turn to start laughing. She held her hand up to her mouth to cover her smile.

“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist,” she said between giggles as she reached out for Sweet Pea’s arm to pull him back. “I didn’t mean to freak you out like that.”

“So, you do have feelings for me, too?” Sweet Pea asked.

“Mmhm,” Ember hummed as she brought her hand from covering her mouth to covering her face while she blushed.

Sweet Pea reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pulled it away from her face and ducked down to look her in the eyes.

“Stop,” he whispered. “You’re so cute when you blush.”

He moved his hand from her wrist to her chin as she dropped her hand to her lap. Tilting her chin up, he leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her lips. She ran her fingertips up his arms and linked them together behind his neck pulling him toward her as she fell backward on his couch. Sweet Pea followed, shifting so that he was hovering over Ember on the couch when they parted. Ember pulled him down one more time, pecking his lips. Sweet Pea smiled and buckled his arms, causing Ember to squeal as he gently fell on top of her and buried his head in her neck. Sweets spoke into her shoulder, muffled partly by her hair and the couch cushion beneath them.

“Does your head hurt as bad as mine does?” he asked.

“It hurts pretty bad.”

“You wanna go cuddle in bed until it goes away?”

Ember simply nodded in response and gave Sweet Pea a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing them both up of the couch.

Ember tightened her grip around his neck as he picked her up, and she peppered his cheek and jaw with kisses as he carried her to the bed. Sweet Pea carefully crawled into the spot where he’d thrown the covers to the side when Ember was banging at his door and gently dropped her on the bed next to him. Ember pulled the covers from behind her over both their bodies and snuggled into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her and kissed to top of her head.

Sweet Pea pulled her in tighter and tangled his legs with hers, closing his eyes and sighing softly.

“Sweets?” Em whispered looking up at him.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I don’t think I really said it, but I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered back.

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