#the roller skates is what's throwing me

[obiwansucks]

Absolute unhinged energy radiating from this Build A Bear holiday axolotl

[fortytworedvines]

Birthday today. Not a single card from anyone outside the house. I guess I'm officially old now.

[prick-love-for-arting]

Work doodle

Onagawa is one of those background characters that I saw once and decided "yep, yeah, he's going right in my pocket, that guy is mine now"

[verahella]

your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”

“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”

“no, actually he’s godzilla.”

“what’s a godzilla?”

“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”

she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.

“why? did daddy do something?”

she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”

“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.

“godzilla.” your daughter replies.

he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’

“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.

“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.

“we need to talk, daddy.”

“talk then.”

sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”

“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.

“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”

“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”

“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.

“pervert.”

he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.

the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”

your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”

sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sweet indulgence 🛼

Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)

Notes: continued from this one.

"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says. 

“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.” 

“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …” 

Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.” 

Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates. 

Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous. 

It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are. 

Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting. 

Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day. 

He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest. 

“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him. 

“Join me?” 

Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.” 

“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there. 

“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.” 

They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away. 

“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.” 

So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks. 

“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.” 

“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?” 

Eddie does. 

Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.

When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates. 

“You already gave me all the food.” 

Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.” 

Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came. 

“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?” 

“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.” 

Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.

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Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

[miss-dollette]

I was thinking in random hcs? Maybe your thoughts about the character? something general? Nothing like nsfw stuff, 'cause it’s all what this fandom have lol

Sure, how 'bout some relationship headcanons! And some character headcanons. Basically, what I believe he would be like in a relationship. At least, the more positive side of being with him. He's a goofy guy, and people take him wayyy too seriously.

Eats food like he's in a competitive eating contest. Consumes enough to feed a small village—your grocery bill might just fund a lunar mission. Don't throw a fit, though; Mr. Riley's mission is to ensure your wallet stays plump at all times. He's a provider through and through.

Transforms into a human fortress at the mere hint of trouble. If someone dares hurt you, Mr. Riley becomes Mr. Ghost in the fraction of a second. And trust me, taking a hit from him is like receiving a love tap from a freight train, minus the love.

Navigates family gatherings like a penguin on roller skates. His military background remains a classified mystery, and his family tales are as fictional as a unicorn on vacation. American relatives? They're convinced he's the next NFL sensation, begging him to join their backyard football league. Spoiler alert: he's more of a brick wall than wide receiver.

Master of the unexpected headlock, coupled with a smirk that screams, "You wouldn't be able to get outta this if you tried your best." Yes, he's a bit of an asshole, but he's your asshole.

Enormous nerd alert. Chuckles at his own jokes. No, he's not ashamed of that.

His humor is on a level of sophistication that revolves around fart and poop jokes. He's not afraid to assert his dominance with a fart, maintaining eye contact for that extra level of charm. Try throwing a pillow his way, and he'll throw it back with the force of a thousand sun's (may have broken your glasses once).

He's British—like, sipping-tea-in-the-rain-with-the-Queen British. The epitome of Brit-ness in a world filled with brits. Probably has a secret stash of crumpets somewhere.

Experienced a growth spurt at eleven that defied the laws of gravity. Shot up from 5'1" to a towering 6'4" by the time he graduated.

His taste buds are stuck in the bland era. Thinks anything spicier than salt is equivalent to summoning fire-breathing dragons. Pepper in his food? Cue him giving you vicious side eye. Introduce any other spice, and he'll act like you're conducting a culinary assassination. Consider yourself warned—he takes his seasoning very seriously. But he'll still eat your food, with a side of milk, of course.

Love Language: Fluent in acts of service and physical touch. To unlock level 10, you'll need a lot of patience, kindness, and understanding. Once you get there, anything you request, he'll do—no complaints, just a casual acceptance of his fate, like a loyal sidekick in a superhero movie.

His commitment is so strong; he'd probably agree to build a rocket to the moon if you asked. He'd do whatever it takes to make sure you get what you want.

Always keeping a hand on the nape of your neck in crowds—part protective gesture, part GPS system. It's his way of ensuring you don't accidentally take yourself off a cliff.

I have so many more ideas.

[hutchersonsgurl]

Date Night - Mike Schmidt

!not proof read!

paring female reader and Mike Schmidt

Warning: MNDI smut, fluff

summary: You just worked six days straight so you could help your boyfriend Mike with the bills and he has a surprise for you when you get home

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You just pulled up to the house you and your boyfriend Mike share. You grabbed your bag and locked your car and then headed inside

You open the door and you see Mike sitting in his recliner waiting for you the moment he sees you he gets up and walks over to you helping you get out of your shoes and jacket

"Here come here and let me take care of you," He says

You follow his lead leading you to the couch he sits down and you sit down next to him he signals for you to give him your feet so you could rub them

"Baby you don't have too" you say tiredly

"But I want too you work your ass off for me and Abby it's the least I can do" he replies

"Speaking of Abby where is she?" You ask

"She's at a freinds house because we have a date night right now so get up and go change" he says in a bossy tone

"Alright Mr. Bossypants" you Answer

He just laughs and you go to the bedroom to go change your clothes

It takes you five minutes to change clothes and fix your makeup and your hair

You leave the bedroom "okay I'm ready babe" you say

"Good, let's go" he responds

Mike drives you to a skating rink

"But I thought you hated skating?" You ask

"You know I'd do anything to see you smile" he replies

The two of you enter the rink he pays for your guys skates and you take the skates to sit down and put them on

You both put on the skates and go on the part where you skate around

you start skating around this was easy for you because your dad would take you rollerskating every weekend when you were younger

you turn around to see Mike struggling to keep balanced you smile and skate over to him

"Need help babe?" you ask

he looks at you with pleading eyes " Yes please" he answers

you take his hand and start skating around together 'you take his hand and start skating around together

"See you got it babe," you say

the music in the roller rink starts to pick up and the two of you start to dance while skating around

you start to smile and he looks at you adorably "What do I have something on my face?" you ask

"no baby I just love seeing you smile," he says as he runs his thumb down your cheek and then he almost loses his balance but you catch him

"Alright let's get you off this floor," you say as Mike nods in agreement

you and Mike take off the skates and head over to the arcade part of the building

" lets play skeeball?" Mike askes

"Let's do it " you answer

you both put a quarter in and began to play

You start to throw the skeeball and while trying your best not to look at Mike because you know he'd distract you big time

The two of you played until the end of the game and you beat him by one point

"Oh come on babe I totally beat you" he says with a chuckle in his voice

"Well according to the game you didn't, " you say with a smirk

"Well maybe you distracted me you ever think of that?" He says wrapping his hand around your waist

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Part 2 coming soon!

Sorry that I haven't been posting some personal things have been going on but hopefully I can get back to posting soon!

I hope you like it lmk

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[ghostlywhiskey]

Have we talked about what Price is like as a dad? Like carrying around his newborn and helping his kids learn to ride bikes and just being attentive and there? 🥹

not me gathering pictures to show you what i see when i see price as a dad

like he is the most attentive father in the world to each kid even if he has 3 or 4. each one having their favorite activity to do with him, but the common one that's his favorite is going to liverpool games and seeing them wearing tiny jerseys.

he taught all of them how to ride a bike, playing doctor and kissing the scrapped up knee when his second youngest fell learning to roller skate. your quickly running down the stairs with the newborn in your arms when you heard the scream outside - meeting price by the front door, but he's already rushing past you to place the child on the counter. "it's just a scrape, kiddo." his voice soft as opposed to the normal gruff tone he has. you can't help but smile the way he kicks into gear as if he's treating a gunshot wound on the field, because he knows to the young child this is the worst pain they've ever experienced - even if it's just a scraped knee.

when the two oldest join you in bed for the night along with the newborn being rocked to sleep in your arms, that's when the nightly phone call is made to price. the two oldest ones fighting to hold the phone to see their father on facetime, excitedly trying to tell them about their day before he'll tell them its time for bed and to make sure they keep their new sibling and mommy safe.

and when you come home after a night out with friends when price is back from a mission, and its much needed after being with the kids 24/7, the sight of the three price kids and their father on the couch sound asleep makes you want a fourth. you don't even dare to wake any of them up, simply grabbing a throw blanket to cover them and shutting the lights off in the living room. it was a way make up for lost time together, even if they were sleeping.

i think i'm going to cry

[dreamsoflightvalley]

Two of Skates (James P Sullivan X Reader)

Summary: You’re an introvert who isn’t too keen on attending one of Roar Omega Roar’s famous ragers, if anything you’d rather attend one of Oozma Kappa’s small gatherings. You prefer good times and pizza over goo pong and crazy stunts… Oh, and of course your crush on Sullivan plays a part in the decision too.

Content: Completely SFW, romance, introverted reader, gender neutral reader, copious amounts of pizza, overall wholesomeness and good times! Also, skating.

A/N: Was thinking of Total Eclipse of the Heart while writing this (specifically the Nicki French cover). Enjoy!

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Monsters University, one of the most prestigious scaring schools out there, was not immune to the party culture that prevailed in just about every college.

Every other week like clockwork RΩR would throw a rager that was open to the entire campus, and it’d keep going well into the night. Exams had just ended, so naturally all of the top scarers in that house were partying. Every house was to attend the party, but standout group Oozma Kappa was definitely uninvited.

You watched as your dorm buddy did her makeup in front of her vanity while rubbing your arm. “You’re coming with us, right Y/N?” Your friend turned to you, tilting her head.

“I dunno… Isn’t there any other house throwing their own party?” You asked, looking out the window to see students in droves flooding into the RΩR house. You couldn’t stand half the members in that group, they were so full of themselves and didn’t hesitate to pick on you for not having a pedigree like them. So what if your parents weren’t top scarers? So what if you didn’t make all A’s? That kind of stuff shouldn’t matter, but to them it did. It also didn’t help that Johnny Worthington had a penchant for singling you out specifically.

“Well, OK or whatever their house name is, is having their own party. They’re going to a roller rink or something,” She scoffed with a smile, turning back to the mirror. “The short squishy one handed me an invitation earlier, it was kinda cute… And also kinda sad,” She chuckled, clearly having no intentions to abandon a big RΩR party to go hang out with a bunch of dweebs at a roller rink.

Oddly enough, that sounded right up your alley.

“Where’d you put it?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s in my backpack. I was gonna throw it away, but I’d feel bad doing it right in front of the little guy,” She admitted sheepishly.

You went over to her backpack and scrounged through it, finding the hand drawn pamphlet rather quickly. It had a little drawing of all the members inside alongside a date, time, and address for the party. Free rides are being offered to anyone who needs them, yadda yadda… Oh, and pizza too?

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss out on a Roar Omega Roar party for that!” She folded her arms, giving you a stern look.

“Oh, come on! It sounds like fun! Besides, you know I can’t stand Johnny. He picks on me even with you around,” You grabbed your thoroughly worn jacket off the back of your desk chair, shrugging it on.

“You’re just saying that because you wanna hang out with your lover James.~”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

You grabbed the scooter by the door and stuck your tongue out playfully at your friend, and she returned the gesture.

“You know I hate going to parties without you,” She watched as you grabbed your ita bag, pulling the strap over your shoulder. “But I guess I can manage,” She sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes. It only took her a few seconds to open one to see if her attempts to stop you were working.

“I know you will,” You reassured her, twirling your keys in hand. “But at least you won’t have to stand with me by the snack table the whole time anymore, you can go and play goo pong with the girls… Maybe make a move of your own on that Crystal chick you’ve been diggin’,” You scooted out of the door before your friend could scold you for teasing, popping your headphones on so that you could drown out the nearby music.

You managed to weave through the gaps in the crowd with relative ease, the noise canceling allowed you to follow the beat of your own music and ignore the bass that rumbled through the ground as you passed the noisy fraternity. The OK house wasn’t too far from campus, not on scooter at least. Right as you arrived you could already see the members boarding into an old van, you were just barely on time.

Of course Sulley was the one to notice you scooting towards them, a heavy hand resting atop the car. He was about to duck into the back seat but he saw you and perked up immediately— so fast that he bumped his head on the roof of the car. He shook it off as he stood up straight, raising a curious brow at your arrival.

“Y/N?”

You took your headphones off and paused your music, breathing a little heavily as you fished into your back to pull out a slightly crumpled up invitation. “I heard you guys were throwing your own party…” You held it out to them shyly, still scared of rejection despite the fact that they were the definition of the rejects.

Squishy approached you and took the invite from your hands, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. “You… Actually showed up?” He looked up at you for confirmation, eyes bigger than usual. “Well of course they showed up, they’re right in front of you!” Mike gestured towards you, happier than he’d like to admit. He was in disbelief too, since literally no one would turn down a Roar Omega Rager the way you just did. “Niiiice, stickin’ it to the man!” Art wasn’t one to look a gift pig in the mouth, so he was quick to accept you aboard. “N-No one’s ever come to an Oozma Kappa party before, no one outside of us at least! This is gonna be awesome!” Terri jumped excitedly, forcing Terry’s half of the body to also move with him. “Not to be that guy, but we’d better hurry up before the pizza gets cold. No one wants to eat cold pizza,” Terry put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, trying to calm him down. Just then, Squishy’s mom piped up from the front seat.

“Come on now, kiddos! That rink isn’t gonna skate itself.”

You waited for everyone else to enter the van, unsure of where you were gonna squeeze in. Squishy climbed into the front seat, Art, Terri, and Terry were in the far back, leaving the middle row to you, Mike, and Sullivan.

Mike got the window seat on the left side, and since you didn’t want to get between the two Sulley sat in the middle without complaint, only because it meant he got to sit next to you.

You closed the door on your side and quickly realized how cramped of a ride this was going to be, the moment the door shut you were walled into the corner by a dense wall of warm, teal fur. In a weird way it was cozy, and you did get to get a nice whiff of him from here…

Sheri turned on the radio as she started to drive, and there was some quiet idle chatter among the others…

“So…” You began, trying to get over your shyness. “You remembered my name..?”

“Hmm?” Sulley looked over at you, though you were hard to see compared to his shoulder. “Oh, your name. Yeah, of course I do. I have a great memory.”

You found it odd since the two of you never really interacted much. You were sure that you introduced yourself, during class but you didn’t expect him to actually… Remember. The encounter was so brief after all. Since then you’d occasionally run into each other (mostly due to you looking for him), but he always seemed too busy for you.

“That’s a bunch of malarky! You have terrible memory. You know how many study sessions we’ve had and you still can’t remember the name of New Eekland’s first prime minister?”

Mike butt in the first chance he got, he had a right to after how viciously Sulley used to tease him when they were freshman.

“When am I ever gonna need that information, history is boring! I don’t choose what I get to remember, I just trust that whatever my noggin thinks is important and retain that.”

Oh, so you were important enough to remember? Interesting.

“Keep thinkin’ like that and you’ll only remember sandwich ingredients, and maybe a few scarers if you’re lucky.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, their friendship never ceasing to amuse you. It was clear that they chided each other out of compassion, if they didn’t like each other they definitely wouldn’t be here right now.

The conversation started to liven up as the drive went on, and for the most part you were simply enjoying the friendly environment and listening to the others talk. Only when the group settled down at their own booth did you get the chance to talk about yourself.

“My friend wanted to go, but honestly? This is so much better than whatever they could possibly be doing right now,” You nearly salivated at the sight of the stringy cheese still clinging onto the pizza for dear life. “I’m not really crazy about big parties like that. They’re so…”

“Loud?” Terri asked.

“Disorienting?” Art chimed in.

“Jock centric?” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Annoying?” Terry groaned.

“Chaotic?” Squishy was the last to finish the chain, since Sulley had nothing against parties. If anything he liked that kind of environment, so when everyone looked at him all he had to say was “What?”

“Uh, yeah, that!” You licked the grease off your fingers after you finished your first slice, already going in for another. “I’d rather be in a small group with nice people I kinda know than be in a den of strangers with only a friend or two, y’know… Quality over quantity.”

Just then, Sheri and Don came back with arms full of skates, each to your respective sizes and foot shapes. Don did a lot of the carrying thanks to his suckers. “We got yer skates, now let’s hit the floor!” Don’s energy was refreshing, but you wanted to stay at the table a little longer. “I think I’ll eat a little more first, after all it uh… Seems like you guys ordered quite a bit,” You glanced at the boxes upon boxes of uneaten pizza, stomach growling loudly.

“Yeah, I’ll hang back too. Y’know, to help,” Sulley shrugged, looking back and forth as he rubbed the back of his head. Sheri caught on immediately, but didn’t say anything. “Alright, we’ll leave you to it,” She guided Don and the others away before he could say anything, giving the two of you a wink and thumbs up as they walked away.

You and James locked eyes for a moment before you shyly looked away.

“Dunno what that was about,” He played dumb, a purple tint washing over the fur on his face.

“Y-Yeah, me neither,” You aired out your collar slightly, trying not to make things awkward.

A silence had settled between you as you ate for a little while. Truthfully, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in the rink since you had no idea how to skate whatsoever, but you acted like you were staying behind for the food. Why Sulley stayed behind is beyond you.

“Honestly… I’m no good at skating,” You admitted as you filled your plate once more.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled crookedly, filling his own plate at the same time as you.

“Yeah…”

He looked around as he scooped a slice into his mouth, making sure no one could hear but you. “Me neither.”

You smiled up at him, surprised that a mighty Sullivan would acknowledge something he couldn’t do. It was rare that James would admit to a fault of his, so even something this small was special. He had to like you at least a little bit.

The noise from the rink caught your attention, and from where you sat you could see Art spinning around in the middle while he held Terri and Terry up in the air. Sheri and Don held Squishy’s hands between them, helping him skate while Mike slipped and slid clumsily.

“You know, maybe if we skate together we’d be alright,” He folded his arms and leaned back, looking at you from the side of his eyes as he tried to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.

“What? You mean like… Two bad skaters come together to form one halfway decent skater? Our talent will balance itself out?”

“Something like that,” He shrugged.

You looked down at your loaded plate and then back at the rink, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to finish all that pizza.

“You know what… Why the heck not,” You stood up and grabbed your skates, offering your hand to him.

“Heck?” He echoed as he took your hand, finding it funny that you didn’t say the other word.

“Yeah, heck! Hay is for horses.”

As the two of you made your way to the rink after putting your skates on, you held onto each other’s hand tightly. When one of you lost balance the other would make up for it, which was surprising given how large Sulley is.

You slowly stretched a leg into the rink, a love song playing over the speakers almost as soon as Sulley joined you. The colored lights shifted from blue and green to red and pink, the DJ sensing the spark between you two. It didn’t seem to matter to either of you though, since you were too busy trying not to fall onto your butts the whole time.

“H-Hey, this isn’t so bad!” You had to admit you didn’t think the idea would work, but as the two of you skated in circles you realized that struggling together made the process a lot easier than struggling alone. “I told you it’d work,” He smirked as he used his tail to grab Mike by the hand, steadying his balance. “How you doin’ back there little buddy?”

“Just peachy!” Mike’s knees were shaking like a leaf, but he wasn’t falling like earlier.

“Good, cause Y/N has an idea and you’re gonna help us!”

Before you put your skates on earlier, you mentioned the idea of giving out the pizza to everyone else who was there. Even if it was taken home for leftovers it would surely go bad, and if Mrs. Squishy got mad you’d be willing to pay her back… And James was nothing if not a risk taker.

Before Mike could even question it, Sulley dragged him screaming from the rink and back to the booth. You had a stack of pizza boxes on your free hand, as did Sulley… Mike, unfortunately, had them balancing on his head.

“Alright, who wants free pizza?” Sulley shouted, holding up the boxes with you as the crowd cheered.

All three of you skated around the building giving free boxes to anyone who wanted some, feeding the entire place better than the cooks did… And yes, even the cooks and cashiers got pizza breaks too.

As the mid-90s Europop song faded, you and Sullivan returned to the booth with some pizza to spare, reclining into the stiff seats as though they were the highest quality massage chairs the world had to offer. James had to pick and limp Mike up by the wrist and sit him down too.

All of you caught your breath together, but even after burning off all that energy you still kept your hands clasped together. You looked over at his palm, his grip softening ever so slightly. He was worried for a second that you’d want to let go, but when you squeezed his giant hand in yours he felt relief wash over him.

“You know… We should do this again sometime…” You smiled up at him.

“Yeah..?”

“Yeah…”

You shuffled a little closer to him, resting your head on his arm. In response he rested his head on top of yours, his bushy brows lowering over his eyes.

To Johnny’s surprise the next day, the school papers replaced the usual column going over the events of his parties with a new blurb on the “Cutest Couple on Campus,” the sight m causing him to spit his coffee out of shock.

“Wh-What the—?!”

[sadesluvr]

Ethan Landry + Chad Meeks Martin - Romantic Blurbs (SFW)

A/N: These do contain links to a NSFW (18+ only) version! Enjoy :)

Ethan who’s shy at first - He’s dreamed of being in a relationship, and now that it’s here he’s kind of insecure. What if he’s not enough? What if he can’t kiss? The thoughts plague his mind, and they’re only soothed by your gentle touch.

Ethan who wants to make the first date perfect, pacing nervously around his room as he fidgets with his clothing. He’s bought you flowers, and he hopes they don’t wilt on the way over.

Ethan who shows up an hour early because he’s so nervous…

Ethan who walks with you hand in hand around the block; silently admiring you as he does. Your hair, your smile, your scent…It’s all perfect.

Ethan who basically becomes your puppy; following you around campus. The gang always makes fun of how he is around you, forever worrying about where you are.

Ethan who loves study dates; at the apartment, the library, outside - wherever, always bringing you a snack or your favourite drink…

Ethan who teases you when you find things hard: “It’s not that difficult, let me show you. You’re being dramatic!”

Ethan who melts when you call him a dork (especially if you’re in the nerd/popular girl trope)

Ethan who’s so proud to tell you all the nerd lore. Bonus points if you know it and debate fan theories…

Ethan who loves nothing more than to cuddle with you, grinning to himself as you fall asleep in his chest. He wouldn’t call himself a dreamer, but he can’t help but vision a future with you.

NSFW

Chad who’s a pretty confident guy until it comes to you. For some reason, you feel out of his league and he just can’t talk to you.

Chad who’s quietly protective of you, even before you’re in a relationship. Mindy jokes that he always wants to know your gossip - who you’re dating in particular - and is quick to defend you from anyone who might cast judgement.

Chad who starts off with the small things, like saying ‘Hi’ to you in the hallway. Your smile is the only bit of confidence he needs for him to become a total flirt. It’s a complete 180.

Chad who always makes excuses for you to hang out together - parties, study sessions, movie nights. He just ‘likes’ being around you.

Chad who falls hard - Every song, every movie, everything becomes about you. Mindy teases him about it 24/7.

Chad who plans the best dates for you. They’re usually fun and spontaneous, like roller skating, theme parks, laser tag and sports games. He’s saving something quieter and intimate for when the two of you finally decide to be physical.

Chad who shows off at carnival fairs, flexing his muscles whilst he throws basketballs to win you the biggest toys. His heart swells when you walk around with a giant teddy in your arm, it tells everyone you’re his. Most importantly, you’re happy.

Chad who is a sucker for photo booths. He keeps a printed photo of you in his case, and as his screensaver. Silly, serious or just plain in love; there’s a photo of the two of you for every occasion.

Chad who loves cuddling you. He’s a big guy, and making you feel special and delicate is his priority.

Chad who’s practically loaned his clothes to you, especially his sports jacket. It’s cliché, but seeing you in his hoodies simultaneously makes him love you more and turns him on ;)

NSFW

[chaomother]

Shadow x reader dating hcs?

hope you enjoy, thanks for the req!!

「shadow the hedgehog x gn!reader || headcanons」

cw: some suggestive lines but the rest is all fluff

✩ Everyone knows that patience is needed when building a relationship with Shadow, and he’ll in turn be receptive to your feelings and needs as much as he can. Understanding another person fully is a complex process, and you’ll both need time to adjust together.

Shadow has vowed to love and be with you, so he’s wholeheartedly willing to listen to you.

✩ But during fights, you usually have to be the one to apologize first. Even after cooling down and fathoming how/why he was in the wrong, Shadow is as stubborn as they come so coming forth to admit that is a difficult task for him.

When you guys are having any sort of disagreement, if either of you get overwhelmed and need to take a step back, you both promise to discuss the issue again later and you go to your personal spots to reflect. (Shadow has absolutely snuck you a mug of your favorite comfort drink before leaving you alone to your space. He won’t say anything, just plop it down and walk away.)

✩ Quiet, devoted dates are Shadow’s first choice and what he greatly prefers. This entails one-on-one time, whether that’s going to a cafe or having a picnic in an isolated area. Large crowds are overwhelming and distracting for him; but of course, you’re able to persuade him sometimes to go to that amusement park or roller-skating with you! A few kisses and cute begs is all it normally takes, as the hedgehog can’t resist you when you’re sucking up to him.

One of his favorite dates with you was when he took you to this special, secluded pond with a waterfall. Above you was a breathtaking view of the stars, their bright masses reflecting on the surface of the water. The two of you were tucked away from everyone else, nature cocooning around you, and it felt like you were the only people on the planet. It was a treasured feeling to him. You grasped his hands and danced with him underneath that sky, and he was mesmerized by the smile on your face.

✩ Shadow can be pretty possessive over you. You’re his, and he’s yours, so he doesn’t like it when others stare at you or attempt to hit on you. A deathly, incensed stare will be sent their way—and he’s not above marking you himself, either. He’s not a fan of PDA, but giving you hickies behind closed doors for you to reveal to the world later excites him.

And if you happen to be the jealous party, he’ll gladly let you mark him up. With a complacent smirk, Shadow will pull you into his lap and tell you to leave as many as you want; enjoying how you blushed in response, “No one might be able to see them, but we’ll know they’re there, won’t we, love?”

✩ Especially true in the beginning of your relationship, Shadow constantly asks for permission before kissing you. He gives deep, passionate kisses; rarely ever going for a quick peck. Wanting to feel the intensity of your ardor and yearning, Shadow pushes you to your limits.

“Can I kiss you?” Shadow breathes against you, the vulturine appetite in his red eyes sending shivers down the column of your spine.

“... You don’t have to ask every time, Shad,” you answer as your intertwined fingers squeeze around each other tighter.

The heat emanating from your cheeks exacerbates, evoking a soft, yet still smug, simper from your boyfriend. “I know, but watching you gulp in anticipation turns me on.”

✩ Shadow’s a pretty casual cuddler; not overly clingy unless he’s anxious or woke up from a nightmare and needs to feel you against every inch of him. He’s content just having you throw yourself in his lap and letting him do his own thing. Then again, Shadow just loves it when you sit in his lap in general! Your legs wrap around his waist and he can kiss and lick at your neck while working away if need be.

✩ An intimate thing to do of you do is brush each other’s fur. Shadow used to have Maria sit on the floor between his legs as he settled on the bed and he’d brush her hair for her—then she’d do the same for him afterwards.

When you start brushing his fur for him, he’ll purr and curl into you. It’s a sign of how deeply he trusts and loves you. You’re the only one he’d ever let touch him this way, do this service to. And when he’s able to return the favor to you, it makes his heart swell and feel fulfilled.

✩ Shadow refuses not to tuck you in at night; a chaste kiss is placed on your forehead and he’ll pull the blankets up for the two of you himself. If he ever has to work late, he puts you to bed first before heading out (unless it’s an emergency of course).

[artoatsblog]

Obligatory TF2 job swap au

Dell the scout- A living cartoon character, wears roller skates, has a stretchy arm that was given to him by Mick and sure he had to get his hand cut off but we all have to make sacrifices, thinks he's smarter than you and is probably, goes through a bunch of "rabbit season/duck season" type beats daily.

Jeremy the soldier- A military brat who's never been in the military, he can't feel pain and got his legs blown off by rocket jumping but he got over it.

Jane doe the pyro- Everyone thinks they're a mindless killing machine and there right, can't talk just growls and barks, very animal like (especially dog like!) in general, he was made to be Marasmus's familiar but ran away.

??? the spy- Their gender place of origin name and even their face are completely unknown to everyone by design as per usual, he still sees everything in pyrovision (or spyvision if you prefer) she knows that's not how everyone else sees the world but they can't tell a psychiatrist because that will reveal something about him self and "make her vulnerable", friends with soldier :) spy loves how useful his big dumb puppy is and Jane thinks spy is nice :) the only reason some of the Mercs know Jane's name is because Jane managed to mumble it out to spy.

Sebastian the medic- Squidward core, hates his job, he isn't as dangerous as the og medic But somehow manages to still get a lot of medical malpractice in just because he simply does not care, puts organs in the wrong places and uses the wrong type constantly, he's still Jeremy's father but he's not going to tell him that lol.

Ludwig the heavy- Vary deranged yet nice, in love with demo and he does the most gory love letters ever created which demo is simultaneously horrified and strangely appreciative of, gets all the animal parts for medic.

Mikhail the demo- The only person here who has common sense despite his intense love for vodka, only got this job to support his family but that doesn't mean he can't love it, his relationship with heavy can be accurately described as "What is wrong with him and why do I need him."

Travis the sniper- Considered a failure by his family and they don't talk to each other because he doesn't work with explosives, thinks animals are better than people his only human friend is Jane because Jane is more animal than human anyway.

Mick the engineer- Got rid of both of his legs to replace them with sentries, looks calm and sensible but he isn't trust me, still lives in a van because he doesn't want to talk with anyone, also still throws jarate at people because he's Mick muddy.

[runningmunson]

Maybe Birthdays Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. After he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. Based on this blurb

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst and Eddie being a bit mean in the beginning, fluff

A/N: Gotta give some credit and a big thanks to @shyposttree , what you added about throwing a party for Eddie at the same place and teaching him how to skate pushed me to make a full fic!

Masterlist

“What do you mean you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?!” You yelled at Eddie as you helped him pick up after the Hellfire meeting. 

He rolled his eyes, “Just don't feel like it.” 

“Eddie, c'mon! You can’t not do anything for your birthday. It’s the one day that’s completely about you!” you whined. You knew parties weren't Eddie’s scene, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t at least take him out for dinner. 

“Actually, I can do nothing. Seeing as it is my birthday and all and ‘completely about me’,” Eddie pointed to himself, throwing your words back at you. His shoulders started to feel tense, and the feeling of hurt he pushed back into his mind long ago tried to pry its way out.

“Would you let me take you out, just us two? Or even Wayne?” you asked, hoping he would say yes.

Eddie sighed and clenched his fists. He could feel himself getting frustrated as you unceasingly asked. He knew you meant well, but he just didn't like his birthday. He threw his notebook on the table, “No! I don’t like my birthday, okay? I don’t want to do anything. Not with my friends, not with Wayne, and not with you! So can you please just drop it?”

You tried to hide the hurt on your face, but it was too late. Eddie already saw the way you flinched and took a step back. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t like to raise his voice in anger, it always brought back memories of his father doing that to his mother. When he opened them, he reached his hand out and grabbed yours, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Why don’t you like your birthday, Eddie?” You asked, voice just above a whisper and head buried in his neck. It's not that you want to upset him even more than he already was, but you wanted to understand what was going on inside his head. He pulled you over to his chair and sat you on his lap. 

“It’s stupid, really, it is,” Eddie said, letting out a humorless chuckle. You looked at him, giving him a nod to continue. “I, uh, I was about to turn 10 and never had a real birthday party before. So for months, I begged Wayne to let me have a party at the Hawkins roller rink. He worked extra shifts and rented a small room for my first class party. I was so excited when he told me and went to work making invitations. Shit, I even drew little dragons and knights on them, which were surprisingly good for my previous lack of doodling skills.”

You smiled a bit, thinking about little Eddie spending hours making handmade invitations with his drawings. He continued, “So, the big day came. We went early and set up; and had pizza and cake. Then I waited and waited, and not a single person showed up. Wayne tried to make it better. We ate a ton of pizza and cake. He even tried to skate with me, but we both realized we can't skate worth shit, so we soon left.”

“Eddie-” you tried to talk, but he cut you off. 

“I don't really know why I expected anything less. It’s not exactly like I was ever invited to anyone's parties. I was always the one to find out about them that next Monday at school,” Eddie said, avoiding your gaze. He figured you would be looking at him with pity, and he didn’t want that, but when he looked, he saw anger in your eyes.

“That’s not stupid. I don’t blame you for hating it. Those kids are assholes and what they did wasn't right. I wish I knew you back then because that sounded like a damn good party. If you really don’t want to do anything then I respect that, and I won’t bring it up again,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

Eddie thought about it for a minute. He secretly missed celebrating his birthday. And it’s not like he didn’t have good friends now and was in a loving, healthy relationship. “I guess we can maybe do something this year- but it has to be small.”

He watched as a bright smile formed on your face. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Are you sure? Oh, this is going to be great. I promise you won't regret it!”

He really hoped he didn’t either.

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You had spent the last month planning something for Eddie’s birthday, and now it was finally that day. After hearing his reason for hating it, you had every intent and the determination to change his mind. 

Eddie woke up that morning to the sun shining on his face. He reached his hand out to search for you but came up empty. A groan came from his mouth. He threw the blankets off to see where you were, thinking it was too damn early for you to not still be in his arms. As soon as he opened the door, the smell of bacon hit his nose. He took the short trip from his bedroom to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove.

You felt Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you into his chest. His face nuzzled into your hair before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You turned around, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You smiled at him, “Just making the birthday boy some breakfast. Have you seen him around? He’s taller than me, has beautiful chocolate brown eyes, unruly curly hair, pretty great at guitar, and is incredibly good-looking.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were talking about me,” Eddie smirked.

“Happy birthday, Eddie,” you pulled him into a kiss. “Now go sit your cute butt down in that chair. I need to plate this.”

The second you put the plate down, he began to shovel food into his mouth. He let out a moan, ”Shit, sweetheart. This is amazing. You’re spoiling me too much.”

“There’s no such thing as spoiling you too much on your birthday-” you were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. You ran to get it, “Oh! That must be Dustin!”

“Hey man! Happy birthday!” Dustin walked over to Eddie, patting him on the back. Eddie just looked at him with his eyebrows cocked. His eyes then met yours as if silently asking why Dustin was there. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention that I have a small family emergency so I called Dustin. He brought all of your favorite movies over so you can have a movie marathon while I'm away,” you said, feeling a bit bad for lying to him, but you had to go set up his party. You grabbed your keys, kissed Eddie, and said goodbye.

Eddie turned to Dustin as he stood awkwardly in his kitchen, looking at him with a cheesy smile, “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Dustin’s smile dropped, and he scrambled with his words, “Nothing, I'm not looking at you in any way.” 

“I'm just messing with you, man. Now let’s see what you brought,” Eddie laughed and went to ruffle Dustin's hair.

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You recruited the help of Steve, Robin, and Nancy to help you decorate the roller rink. Mike, Gareth, and the rest of the Hellfire members were tasked with picking up the food. 

The longer you were here, the more it made you nervous to think about Eddie’s reaction. You knew there was a chance of this blowing up in your face to have a surprise party where he learned to hate his birthday, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

All you wanted was Eddie to make a new good memory, one where he learns to love his birthday again. You wanted to right the wrong he faced all those years ago, to show him that his life isn't how it used to be and that he had so many people that loved and cared about him. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but you were damn sure going to try. 

You checked your watch and saw that you needed to pick up Eddie and Dustin. “Hey, are you good? I gotta go get the guys.”

Steve gave you a thumbs up, so you left and made your way to Eddie’s trailer.

Once you got there, you let yourself in and saw Eddie and Dustin sitting on the couch watching A New Hope. You gave Dustin a nod to let him know everything was ready.

“Can you guys give me a ride? My mom dropped me off,” Dustin asked. 

“I guess we can, Henderson; not like we have a choice anyways,” Eddie said sarcastically, slapping his hands on his knees before standing up. “Come on, let’s go.”

You all made your way to Eddie’s van. He started to walk towards the driver’s side, but you stopped him. “Actually, I need to drive. And you need to put this on over your eyes.”

You handed him one of his bandanas. He looked at you and Dustin, taking in your shit-eating grins. “Are you serious right now?”

You and Dustin both nodded. Eddie shrugged but got in the passenger side and complied with your request, “Well okay, this is kinda weird. You guys aren’t like secretly planning to kill me or something are you?”

You both laughed, “No, just listen to your music and enjoy the ride. We will be there soon enough.”

It didn’t take long for you to make it to your destination. You gestured for Dustin to leave while you got Eddie out of the car.

“Can I take this thing off, or are you gonna make me keep it on all day?” Eddie laughed.

“Yes, you can take it off,” your nerves started up again. You kept walking but studied Eddie’s face as he took the bandana off. His face dropped at the sight of the roller rink in front of him. 

“Why the hell would you bring me here? You know how I feel about this place,” Eddie stopped in his tracks, yanking you back. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his face getting hot.

“Eddie, just trust me, please,” you begged him. He gave you a slight nod and gestured for you to continue walking. However, that didn’t stop his not-so-subtle grumbling about not liking this. 

You dragged him toward the same room where no one showed up all those years ago. Only this time, you stepped through the door of the dark room, and the lights flickered on revealing the place decorated with black and red streamers, a huge banner, and all of his friends already there.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, Eddie!” He looked around in shock. This was the last thing he expected. 

“Family emergency, huh?” Eddie questioned, a small smile playing on his lips. 

You shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly, “I wasn’t exactly lying, I consider everyone here my family.”

Eddie enjoyed the party, talking and laughing with everyone. He ate his weight in pizza and cake like he did with Wayne years ago and opened the large number of gifts that filled one of the tables. 

You leaned over after some time and whispered to Eddie, “you wanna skate?”

“Um, I don’t know about that. You know I don’t really know how,” Eddie replied.

You bumped shoulders with him and smiled, “Come on, I’ll teach you. It will be fun!”

You dragged him out of his seat and to the front counter to get skates. After lacing the skates, you slowly led Eddie to the rink.

“How the hell are you doing this so effortlessly? I mean you’re skating backward, for Christ's sake!” Eddie’s eyes were wide. His hands gripped yours tightly, afraid you would let him fall. 

“I’ve just had a lot of practice. Okay, I’m gonna walk you through it now,” Eddie shook his head no, his hair moving with him. “Eddie, you can do this! Now space your legs to where they are even with your shoulders and squat a bit.”

“Like this?” Eddie followed your instructions. You laughed as he stuck his butt out in the air.

“Yep, just like that! Turn your leg outward a bit and take a small push with your left leg. Look, you’re moving! Now do it with the other leg and just keep alternating, pushing side to side. You’re doing great, Eddie!” 

When Eddie had good momentum, you tried to release your hands. He tightened, not letting you pull away, “Woah! What are you doing?” 

“I’m gonna let go now and see how you do,” you laughed and let go of his hand:. He faltered a bit but regained his balance.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad, but uh, how exactly do I stop? Because that wall keeps getting closer,” you didn’t have a chance to reply before Eddie lost his balance and flew forward, knocking you both to the ground.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry!” Eddie looked at you, hair in disarray. He rolled off you and helped you into a sitting position. You looked at each other for a minute, then burst out into laughter. 

“That’s gonna leave a nasty bruise,” you winced. “I think you should stick to guitar, skating doesn't really seem to be your thing.”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, “I tried to tell you!”

You sat in silence as you both tried to catch your breath. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect. Eddie looked at you, grabbed your chin gently, and pulled you into a kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for this. It really was a badass party. And maybe birthdays aren’t so bad, at least not when I have you around.”

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[yxngbxkkie]

hello hello! is it possible to write for you a bang chan fanfic about best friends to lovers in the 80's? every summertime by nikki keeps playing in my head. it's alright though if you might not take it. still, i love your works!

hi, hello! first of all, thank you so much for sending a request in! it's my first one so i'm real excited! and, i love the idea 💓 i think this is really cute and i hope i captured what you pictured 🥰

first love (b.c)

80s au, non!idol au

"The new roller rink just opened up," Minho states to everyone in the room.

Hyunjin lifts his head at the news before furrowing his brows. "Are you saying that we should go? Do any of us even know how to roller skate?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.

Min releases a groan, throwing his head back against the couch. "It's better than sitting in Chan's basement doing nothing," he grumbles before picking himself up from the couch.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with my basement," Chan mentions while draping his arm around you. "You guys are more than welcome to leave."

You fumble with the drawstrings of Chan's hoodie. "I've never been roller skating, but I think it'd be fun," you chime in, agreeing with Minho's idea.

Chan looks over at you, meeting your gaze. "You really want to go?" He asks with widened eyes.

"Yeah!" You chuckle, standing up from your spot. "I've heard that they have great music."

Hyunjin sighs, standing up as well. "I can't believe I'm saying this," he pauses, "let's go to the roller rink."

You clap your hands together in excitement before grabbing Chan's arm, pulling him up from the couch. "Let's go, let's go," you tug him along, all eight of you filing out of Chan's basement door.

It doesn't take long for you all to get there. The roller rink is about a ten minute drive from Chan's place. You're pretty nervous but equally excited. You hope not to fall in front of a bunch of people.

Chan and Minho drove two different cars to the place since there's eight of you, and they parked beside one another in the semi-large parking lot.

You exit the vehicle, looking over the colorful building. You grin while walking closer, turning back to see if the guys were following. "I can't be the only one that's this excited?" You laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Minho chuckles and pats your head when he catches up to you. "You're not the only one," he smiles, draping an arm around you.

You wrap an arm around his waist, the two of you walking into the building together. Chan watches from a foot away, a frown etching onto his lips.

"You might want to ask her out before someone else does," Felix points out, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Does he like her?" He asks the blonde, looking over at him.

Felix laughs, and he shakes his head. "No, but I know a couple of people outside of our friend group that do," he points out.

Chan purses his lips as they follow the group inside the building. Take On Me by A-ha is playing through the speakers. A good crowd of people are already skating, laughter, and conversations echoing off the walls.

"Chan!" You yell out his name, snapping the brunette from his daze. "Come on, I paid for you."

"You didn't need to do that," he groans, feeling his cheeks flush.

You chuckle and hand him his skates. Your fingers brush his, causing both of your cheeks to blush. "Oh, please, if I didn't, then you would've paid for me," you mention with a teasing smile. "And, you just bought dinner for me last night."

Chan sits down beside you, his leg brushing against yours. "Yeah, but that's because I want to," he shrugs his shoulders, lacing his skates.

"You're crazy," you breathe out, shaking your head. "Anyway, do you know how to skate?"

"I know the basics," he nods, looking down at you with a smirk. "Are you going to need help?"

You give him a look, causing him to laugh loudly. Chan holds his hand out for you to take. "You're an ass," you giggle, holding his hand.

Your best friend pulls you up, keeping his free hand on your waist. Your stomach flips as you almost fall, your grip on his hand tightening. "I won't let you fall," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

You glance up at him, realizing how close you are to him. Your heart pounds in your chest, feeling his fingers lace with yours. "You better not," you whisper.

"I would never," Chan smiles.

He leads you out onto the rink, sticking close to the wall. Minho and Jisung fly past the two of you, both of them waving at you. "Wow, I'm so jealous," you laugh, your legs feeling like jelly.

"You'll get there! C'mon," he tugs you forward, the two of you picking up speed.

"Chan!" You almost scream, keeping your gaze on his feet. You try to match your feet movement with his.

You manage to do two laps with Chan, deciding it's time to try on your own. You let go of his hand and skate on your own. You smile widely, feeling victorious.

Minho skates past you, sliding his hand along your lower back. "You're doing it!" He says excitingly, continuing to skate forward.

Your victory is cut short when your skate gets caught on something, causing your body to fall to the ground. Stinging pain spreads throughout your entire body as tears come to your eyes.

"Y/N!" Chan gasps, quickly making his way towards you. "Shit, are you okay?"

"N-No," you cry out while shaking your head.

He rests a hand on your back before helping you up. You can feel people staring at you as Chan helps you off of the rink.

"Are you okay?" Felix's panicked voice reaches your ear.

"She fell pretty hard," Chan speaks for you, carefully setting you onto the padded seat outside the rink. "I'm going to take her home."

Felix nods his head, leaning against the wall. "Next time you'll get it," he tries to reassure you, giving you a kind smile.

You release a breathy chuckle, wiping the tears from your face. "Yeah," you agree. The blonde skates back towards the rest of your friends, leaving you and Chan alone. "I'm sorry you have to leave."

Chan scoffs, bringing a hand to your face before lifting your chin. "You don't have to apologize, baby," he mentions, gently stroking your jawline.

His free hand grabs a hold of yours, lacing your fingers together. "But, I'm ruining the fun," you mumble.

"You're not. I promise you," Chan sighs, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. "You're more important."

A couple of tears fall from your eyes, your cheeks blushing at Chan's words. "I am?" You whisper.

"You are, baby," he wipes your tears away, releasing a sigh. "I'm so in love with you."

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat. "You are?" You whisper again, making Chan chuckle.

He nods his head while continuing to stroke your cheek. "You got a lot of questions today," he mentions with a laugh.

"I'm in love with you too," you say after a minute of silence. "I have been for years."

Chan smiles fondly at you before leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes flutter shut as your free hand grabs a hold of his shirt, kissing him back. He pulls away first and rests his forehead on yours.

"Why don't we go get your favorite and have a little date at my place?" He whispers before kissing your lips quickly.

You hum, nodding your head in agreement. "I love the idea," you smile.

~

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Change- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Characters: Eddie Munson

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi there, I’m sorry you’re feeling low. I really hope you can find something that cheers you up. Since you asked for Eddie, If you’re feeling up to this one, Can I request eddie munson crushing on the innocent sunshiney girl (party of the older kids group)? Thank you and I hope you have a good night

Word Count: 765

Author: Charlotte

It was to not know who Eddie Munson was. He may not be well liked at Hawkins High, but he was well known, loud and excitable. Before you met him personally, you had already been told more about him than any of your other peers, a majority of them lies but a few truths, along with what you could learn from his loud conversations in the dining hall. Even though you made habit of ignoring rumours, you still doubted you’d have much in common with him as you knew nothing about metal music nor dungeons and dragons but that didn’t mean you felt anything negative towards him, having often exchanged smiles across the halls in greeting, as you did with many other students.

You may have doubted that you would get along with him but now that you spent a lot of your time outside of school hanging out with him, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, you felt as though doubts weren’t to be called upon. You looked like the oddest quartet but somehow you were friends, having been best friends with Robin since you were toddlers, the other two joining later; but even you and Robin seemed like an odd pair, her sarcastic and brutal tone whilst you were blindly optimistic.

Like every Saturday you were heading to Family Video to meet Robin and Steve when they got off work, but recently Eddie had started to come by your home to pick you up to save you walking across town. He was never later so as the clock struck the hour, you heard his van pull up outside your house. You didn’t waste any time to run out to slide into the passenger seat.

You slung your rucksack off your shoulder into the foot well, doing your best to not get anything stuck to it from the junk on his floor.

“You really need to make me one of those,” he commented, gesturing to the care bear rucksack at your feet.

Not wanting to throw out your old care bears, you had converted your favourite few into bags, gutting them of their stuffing and adding a zipper and straps.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, his jacket sporting more metal band patches than you could name.

“Because you like care bears,” you retorted. “Something makes me think you’re lying to me, Munson.”

He let out a nervous laugh as he begun to drive, his hands gripping tightly to the wheel and his eyes glued to the road ahead.

“Why would I lie to you?” He asked.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “The guy that the whole town thinks is in league with the devil, likes care bears? Like how you insisted that you wanted scratch and sniff stickers on your guitar, and you love going roller-skating even though you spent both times either on the floor or clinging to my arm.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a complex guy. I didn’t think you were so shallow to take things by face value.”

As he peered at you out of the corner of his eyes, you offered him a warm smile.

“I don’t take you for face value, and I know you are more complex than a demon worshipper, but I do truly doubt that you care about going to the roller rink or stickers that smell like candy.”

“Well, I hadn’t ever tried them,” he admitted. “But if you like them, then they can’t be half bad.”

“You don’t have to pretend to like things I like,” you said, reaching out to give his arm a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to change anything about you, I already like you.”

His head snapped towards you. “You like me?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. “Of course, I like you. How could I not like you?”

The smile on his face grew to its extreme, briefly looking at the road to make sure he wasn’t about to hit anything.

“Steve and Robin said you did but I didn’t believe them,” he grinned. “They thought I was a complete idiot for not telling you how I felt but I thought you’d just laugh in my face.”

“I believed them when they told me,” you said.

“You knew I liked you?”

“I’m not blind, Eddie,” you smiled. “I didn’t even need them to tell me. I just wanted to make sure you were sure before I said anything.”

He took one hand off the wheel, blindly holding it out to you until you laced your fingers with his.

“I’m more sure than anything else.”

[familyvideostevie]

𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 | 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲

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𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀:

”i’ve got you”: comforting steve after a nightmare [1.1k]

"sunrise”: watching the sunrise with steve, repost link, original link [1.6k]

”none but you”: reading out loud to steve [1.1k]

”match made in heaven”: steve loves to celebrate the little things with you [1.2k]

”hold my hand through it”: steve takes you for a drive when you’re feeling down [1.5k]

”keep your cool”: you come home after a weekend on the lake with the girls burned to a crisp, steve does his best to help [1.9k]

"the food of love": you write poetry and steve asks to read it [1.7k]

"crystal clear": steve is hiding something from you, but it's not what you think it is [1.2k]

"on the ground": vecna tries to get steve and you try to save him, angst w happy ending! [4.3k]

"sometimes it's just you": you and steve have bad weeks but cheer each other up with sweetness and fluff [2.3k]

"no good at waiting": a multi-part farmer's market au [4 parts, 33.5k total]

"scare me, baby": steve really likes your Halloween costume [2.3k] 18+

"i will always be right there": steve makes it clear to you that you're his priority, always [1.8k]

"a warm horizon": springtime with steve [1k]

"stand to gain": you get a raise at work. steve has a tough day. and yet somehow your good news turns it around for him. | fluff, established relationship, being loved wholly and completely [1.3k]

𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀:

ask: steve worries he won’t be a good dad someday [1.6k]

ask: steve meets your college friends and they don't get him [2.2k]

ask: jealous!steve about eddie and henderson!reader during season four [1.4k]

ask: steve and his pottery girl, based on the blurb [1.6k]

ask: pottery girl part 2, they try photography! [1.5k]

ask: jason corners you in war zone and steve backs you up when you hold your own [1.2k]

ask: you and dustin throw a dance party and steve is so in love with you, friends to lovers [2.5k]

ask: you comfort steve after the events of season 4 vol II [1.4k]

ask: you're there for steve at his graduation, friends to lovers [1.3k]

ask: steve confesses his feelings for henderson!reader in the upside down once she gets hurt [1k]

part 2 [2k]

ask: steve is mad at you for following him into the upside down, angst to fluff [0.7k]

ask: steve comforts you after a nightmare [0.9k]

ask: steve notices every little thing about you [0.9k]

ask: domestic day with steve folding laundry [1.2k]

ask: you and steve make up after a fight (from this blurb) [1.4k]

ask: you call steve by his middle name just to piss him off [0.3k]

ask: steve looks after you when you have cramps [0.8k]

ask: steve is...bad at building a snowman [0.8k]

ask: meet-cute with steve at a coffee shop [1k]

ask: steve feels lucky to come home to you [0.9k]

ask: you and steve share your first kiss in the rain [0.9k]

ask: steve is moping so dustin decides to set him up with you [1.7k]

ask: steve makes his way home to you on your birthday [0.7k]

ask: sunshine!reader and grumpy!steve on a day when you're the grumpy one [1.2k]

ask: you're worried your new relationship with steve is too good to be true, but he sets you right [1.1k]

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗯𝘀/𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:

steve does pottery

dad!steve and his daughter

dad!steve at his daughter's wedding

roller skating with steve

cuddling with steve

teasing steve by misunderstanding sports analogies

steve finally makes your tea correctly

swim team steve

steve vs a ponytail

jock!steve with a jock!girlfriend

steve dating a nerd

steve and the crew in the summertime

lifeguard!steve teaching kids to swim

steve doesn't judge you for your fears (he has some of his own)

steve's little mustache

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀:

kiss prompts

this might be our last kiss ever so let’s make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses that travel from your lover’s nose to their lips

pulling your lover closer by the waistband 18+

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

unbuttoning your lover’s shirt, pressed against the wall 18+

a goodbye kiss, but neither of you can quite let go

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

“if we get caught kissing we’re dead but let’s risk it”

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

"breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together"

everything is going to be okay kisses

smut prompts

"touch yourself" 18+

"you can take it" 18+

"you are doing so well" 18+

"I will never get enough of you" 18+

"tell me what you want" 18+

"let me see those eyes" 18+

"please kiss me" 18+

"you look so good beneath me.” + “I want you to ruin me.” 18+

"you take me so well" 18+

"keep your eyes on me"18+

"i can't get enough of you" 18+

what are we prompts

accidentally referencing them as 'my'

looking for them in a crowd

sparks when skin touches skin

knowing what they'll say

friends pointing it out

smiling more easily

rubbing comforting circles into their skin

personal gift

glowing after a nice remark and having it pointed out

little romantic gestures prompts

being observant to their likes and dislikes

sleepy scenarios

laughing at their messy hair in the morning