#boyfriend!sos blurbs

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki in trouble !

katsuki makes a grave mistake and has to make it up to you.

“ hey.”

silence.

“ hey.”

katsuki is in trouble.

he knew he was in trouble when he playfully poked at your cheek and you kept ignoring him, not even offering him a side glance as you kept scrolling on your phone.

earlier, you had caught him committing the irreparable sin of eating the last piece of cake you had bought from a bakery near school which you had specifically saved for today. you would’ve been nice enough to share it with him if you hadn’t caught the bastard red handed stuffing his face with your cake.

after that you hadn’t talked or looked at him since. and it’s been driving him fucking nuts.

he needs you to talk to him, to touch him, to at least look at him again or he’ll lose it. this was basically torture for him, and you knew that.

he tried acting like he didn’t care, he really did. but that lasted about five minutes before he started getting antsy. he kept clicking his tongue and grunting and sighing every minute or so. he rested his head against his hand where he laid on your bed and he’s been staring—scratch that, glaring at you for what seemed like forever.

katsuki knows he’s in trouble, but he doesn’t like it when you ignore him. you know he hates it, so it’s all your fault he’s acting like this. he wants you to look at him now, and when he wants something katsuki makes sure he fuckin’ gets it.

“yer bein’ dumb, was one slice of cake, you’re really gonna ignore me for that ?” he poked at your side making you jump slightly, but your eyes remained fixed on your phone like you hadn’t even heard him. like he wasn’t even there !

katsuki’s eye twitched.

he sighed, scooting himself closer to you so he could grab the phone you were tightly clutching onto. after wrestling you for it and ripping it out of your hands, you tried crossing your arms against your chest, but he was faster, grabbing both your wrists. you tried getting out of his iron grip but it was futile. screw him, being so strong. it was honestly kind of insulting he wasn’t even struggling that badly, only grunting a bit as he told you to “quit that” and grabbing both your wrists in one hand.

you dont know how he ended up on top of you, but he did and you were suddenly trapped. you wouldn’t go down without a fight though, turning your ahead away from him to glare at the wall.

you heard him huff above you. “ m’sorry okay ? shouldn’t have eaten yer’ stupid cake.” he mumbled begrudgingly. you glanced at him and saw how red his cheeks were as he tried to keep eye contact but simply couldn’t, his eyes darting around the room then landing back on yours.

fuck, he’s cute.

as endearing as he was, you were still a little pissed off. “that was my last slice.” you muttered grumpily.

“i know.”

“that was my last slice.”

“i know.” he lowers himself until he’s laying on top of you and he noses at your neck. “ i’ll get ya another one." he muttered into your shoulder.

you stayed silent for a bit, willing yourself not to smile “really ?”

he shoved his head deeper in your neck, you squirmed at the ticklish sensation of his hair against your cheek. “ yeah.” he grumbles, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your skin. “so quit ignorin’ me, pisses me off.” read : “it makes me upset.”

you can practically hear the pout in his voice as he presses more of his weight onto you like he’s trying to trap you which he probably is. he lets go of your wrists in favor of wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. you feel him sigh against you as he waits for your response.

you smile slightly to yourself as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. he lets out a sigh of relief and his hold on you tightens. “don’t ignore me like that again, got it? mean it.” he practically whines into your shoulder. his attempt at scaring you is completely useless when he’s basically trying to hibernate in your neck.

you chuckle “ i won’t if you keep your paws off my food.” obviously he’s unhappy with your answer because he bites you, hard.

“ ow ! katsuki !”

he growls in response “don’t do it at all, dumbass. don’t like it.”

“ well, i don’t like it when you eat my food !” you quipped.

“ didn’t know it was yours.” he answers simply, cozying himself up in your neck. the asshole.

“you could’ve asked me.” you complain, but you’ve got a hand running through his hair and you’re rubbing his back soothingly. he groans.

“ i’ll get you a new one tomorrow, so quit bitchin’ at me an’ lemme fuckin’ hold you.”

you sigh “you’re unbelievable.” you feel him smirk against your neck and he bites it again, softly this time, and looks up at you. a smirk on his lips and you hate how it makes your heart skip a beat or two. screw him and his stupidly pretty face.

“you love me though.” and he knows he’s right with that stupid little self assured grin he has and you’re suddenly tempted to smack it right off his face. with your mouth. lovingly.

you pretend to be deep in thought and he huffs out a laugh, pinching your stomach. you squeal and tug lightly at his hair as payback. he retaliates by shoving his head into your neck again, mouthing and chewing on it like a dog.

“katsuki !” you try to scold him but you’re laughing. you weakly push at his shoulders but it’s useless.

“you love me.” he says again.

he’s insufferable.

“ i do, i do !” you gasp.

“ say it.”

he’s insufferable.

but you wouldn’t have it in any other way, unfortunately.

“ okay, okay !” you grab his shoulders to get him to look at you and when he does his eyes are bright and playful and he’s smiling wide and you mirror his expression, because you do love him.

“ i love you, katsuki.” he smiles wider. his cheeks are pink but he’s still got that stupidly handsome smirk on his face as he speaks “ of course you do.” he leans forward and plants his lips onto yours. you place your hand against his warm cheek and he grips your wrist. when you pull away you’re both breathing a little heavy. he presses his forehead against yours and smiles softly at you. you smile back.

of course you do.

“ you’re still getting me my cake tomorrow.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

mine, all mine

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, babytrapping, toxic and obsessive rafe <3, f receiving oral, pregnancy sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs

rafe feels his chest constricting, anxiety building as the minute hand ticks by, counting how long it’s been since he saw you. the clock seems to taunt him every time he glances at it, reminding him that he’s apart from you.

when you finally get home, rafe doesn’t even speak a word before his lips are pressed against yours, the front door still wide open as he attacks your mouth, showing how desperate he was for you, how crazed he’s gotten in your absence.

you don’t try to placate him. you simply kiss back and make sure rafe shuts and locks the door before he carried you upstairs, ready to lodge himself deep inside of you for however many hours it took him to get back to himself, for the relief to come flooding back now that you’re with him again.

it all started before you were even officially a couple. rafe took you out on one date, and he didn’t need another to know you were perfect, to know you would be his forever, that you were the air he needed to breathe.

he stayed sat outside your house that first night in his truck, barely sleeping. all he wanted was to break inside, smash through the door, and hold you in his arms, protect you from anything and everything. 

when you woke up the next morning to see rafe still parked on the street, you frowned and invited him in for breakfast and coffee, which culminated in you being his breakfast when he couldn’t resist any longer, laying you out on the table and feasting on your pussy like it was his last meal.

rafe hasn’t left your side since, and he’s made a point to make it clear to everyone that you belong to him. he takes you out to parties to show you off, never leaving your side, making out in front of everyone and glaring at every guy who even glances in your direction.

he has to be with you at all times, preferably touching. he spends as much time as possible kissing you, watching your eyes gloss over with lust, satisfied that he’s the one making you feel like this. it doesn’t matter where you are, who you are in front of, he will pull you into a strong kiss, letting himself get lost in your lips, his one safe space.

rafe hates your friends. he hates that you want to spend time with anyone but him. he’s abandoned topper and kelce since he’s fallen for you. their presence is a meer annoyance, a block at getting to be alone with you. he’s irritable and angry, and eventually those friends of yours distance yourself after stating their disapproval of rafes behavior.

but he’s so sweet. he’s so loving. there’s no way your kind boyfriend could possibly be at fault, so you blame your friends right back, saying they’re jealous and spiteful and lean further into the support rafe gives you. 

it’s good for him, he doesn’t want you to rely on anyone else. he wants to be the only one you have.

you still remember the day he begged you to get off birth control. he claimed it was because it was making you feel bad, and he couldn’t bear to see you in such despair. that he’d do anything for you. he’d wear a damned condom or pull out, but he couldn’t have his baby in pain.

you still remember that first night off of birth control when rafe lodged himself deep inside of you and came as much as he could, flooding your insides despite his insistence he would pull out, pinning you down and trapping the cum inside of you.

you wiggled at first, partly at the unfamiliar feeling and partly out of fear for getting pregnant. you figured it was just a mistake, that he couldn’t pull out because it was his first time having you bare. besides, you just stopped taking the pill that very day. certainly he couldn’t get you pregnant off just one try, right?

but rafe didn’t leave it at one try. even when you begged him to pull out, every night since getting off birth control he fucked you in missionary, staring deep into your eyes as he pumps you full of his cum. night after night until your tummy starts to swell, and rafe knows that he’s got you, trapped you. you couldn’t possibly leave him now, not with his baby living inside of your stomach.

you let rafe carry you up to bed, past the hallway bathroom that still has your birth control pills in the medicine drawer. you could have started retaking them at any point, but as much as rafe clearly wanted to get you pregnant, you couldn’t get yourself to swallow that little pill, not wanting to deny your wonderful boyfriend the right of fucking a baby into you like it was his one true purpose in life.

you kiss rafe as he lays you down on the bed, pressing his hand against your stomach, seeing if your baby is kicking, reaching out for their attentive father.

you should remind rafe that the only reason you were gone was because you were at a mommy and me class to learn more about pregnancy. maybe it would settle the crazed look in his eye, would stop him from pawing at your clothes, ripping the maternity dress off your body.

but you’ve gotten used to the crazed look, come to crave the insanity as rafe buries his head in between your legs. you simply lay your head back against the pillow, letting him have his way as he slurps and sucks, barely getting enough air to not pass out, too obsessed with tasting your cunt, just like he did that morning after your first date.

only when he gets you to cum several times in his mouth does he retreat from between your thighs, but it’s only momentarily as his hard pulsating cock is next to enter you, taking the place of his tongue as he kisses every inch of your body that he can reach while keeping his hips moving in a steady rhythm.

“mine.” rafe whispers in your ear. “all mine.”

[bettysupremacy]

hi love ! could you write a fluff!rafe where the reader is a workaholic and ends up getting a cold and rafe takes care of her? 💌🍄

my boyfriend!!!!!!!

“I need to go in today.”

You gaze at Rafe, who returns your stare. It feels futile, yet you persist. You try to sit up, pulling the covers off your legs, but retreat under them when the overhead fan reaches. A dull ache permeates your body. The cold seeps into you, but the blanket is suffocating. Your body feels warm, but the air is biting.

You concede. “Nevermind.”

“Yeah.” Rafe moves to help you gently, he’s fixing the blanket.

“It’s fine.”

“Seriously,” Rafe warns suddenly. “I’m gonna make you cut your shifts down.”

“But-“

“No, this is a ‘I want to pass the time’ job, and you’re treating it like you’re employee of the month.” He’s annoyed, with you surely. “Shit, are you employee of the month?”

You frown, ignoring his question. He’s right. Though, he usually is. He already provides for you through the big money of the company his father passed down, you just don’t wanna be bored. You don’t want to contribute nothing, and you’re treating it like there’s rent to pay and mouths to feed. Well, there is, but not in the demand you

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he huffs. “I just can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“I know.”

He helps you sit, moving the pillows behind you. Your chest feels fuzzy and so do your eyes. Dully, your nausea makes you cough.

“I’m nauseous.” You tell him.

“Jeez.” He murmurs, his eyes round and concerned. “You want zofran?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

Tears pool in your eyes as he sits up, collecting at your eyelashes as you try to blink them away. You bring your hand to swipe at them, sniffling. Rafe’s brain lags.

“What?” He asks, kneeling down again, hands in desperate search of your face. “Baby, what?”

“I’m embarrassed.” You cry.

“Why?” His rough hands swipe at your tears gently. “Everyone gets sick.”

You turn away from him,

“If this is about me being upset earlier, I swear it wasn’t at you.” He stresses. “I-I had a bad day, and seeing you’ve succumbed to illness makes me sad.”

You giggle wetly. “Succumbed to illness.”

He beams proudly. “I knew that would get a laugh.”

You smile up at him, fever working through your veins slowly. You shake again miserably, working yourself up into a fit of fat tears. They roll down the hills of your cheek heavily, pooling under your chin. You blink out three at once and Rafe nearly has a conniption. Why are you crying?

“It’s not.”

He works his hand over your hair, gently, but not cautiously. “Then what?” He pleads. “Help me understand.”

“I just love you.”

“You’re crying because you love me?”

“I don’t feel good.” You correct.

“You don’t feel good?”

“And I love you,” You admit. “but you’re here,” You moan. “seeing me like this, and you’re so pretty.”

He laughs, quickly recovering to a sympathetic face when you frown at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He soothes, lips near your ear. “Sometimes I look at you and I want to cry.”

“But you never do.” You wallow.

“Have you ever seen me cry?”

“Once.”

“Forget that.” He grimaces. “The point is, you’re stressed and sick.”

“I don’t see the point.” You murmur.

“You’re vulnerable right now, to your.. feelings. If I were sick, and stressed, and I saw you, I think I might cry too.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Did the people cry when the angels came down in the Bible?”

“Did the angels.. come down?” You ask. “I’ve never read it.”

“I’m not sure.”

You laugh. “Maybe we should ask Scar.”

“Scar?”

“She’s smart.”

“I think she’s Jewish.”

“So?”

“Different book, my love.”

“Duh, I’m not that sick.” You laugh. It drips with sticky sticky cough syrup. “But still, she’s smart, maybe she’ll know.”

Rafe sighs lovingly. “Maybe. We got off track.”

“We always do.”

Rafe snorts. “You’re feeling better.”

“Get on track.”

“I don’t remember the point I was making with angels.”

You laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’re useless.”

“Abominable girl.” He chastises, sitting up anyways.

“Go get me medicine.” You’re smiling. “Useless, useless doctor.”

[idyllcy]

sick sick sick and twisted!! - tim drake x reader

"I'm dyinggggg." You groan, trying to lift yourself off the mattress as you fall back down with a thud, groaning as Tim hums.

"You're being dramatic. The road to recovery is only uphill from now on." He mumbles, pressing the spoon to your lips.

"Yeah, you can say that when I'm not coughing my lungs out and waking up in our shared bed at 2am because I knocked out only to wake up bc of my god-awful coughing." You mumble. "I don't like this."

"Been a while since you've been sick and not hungover."

"I'm killing myse—" You pause. "Becoming a trout."

"In Gotham waters?"

"Sure." You grumble, drinking the soup with a huff.

"At least they put you on antibiotics."

"Some days I wish you went into the medical field."

"Not happy with your CEO husband?"

"I'd be much happier with a doctor."

"You sure?"

"No. I'm plenty happy with you." You mumble. "I'll nurse you back to health if you get sick."

"With this spleen? Yeah, you will be."

"How romantic." You turn the other way to cough, falling into the mattress with a thud as you groan. "In sickness and health."

"Includes richer or poorer."

You smack him.

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie Munson. Love. Established relationship

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

“I cannot believe them.” Steve huffed out, hands resting on his hips as his foot tapped against the asphalt outside of the police station.

“You already said that,” Jonathan blanched, leaning back against the hood of his car while Argyle closely examined his own hands for whatever reason.

“Well, I can’t!” He snapped again and Eddie smirked, thoroughly amused with the situation. And worried.

He was also very worried.

Half an hour ago, he’d been in the trailer, eating mac and cheese straight from the pot when the phone rang.

It was Hopper. Specifically, Chief Hopper. As in, on duty, Chief Hopper. Eddie had immediately jumped into a monologue about how he hadn’t done anything and even if he did, Hopper had no proof of it but Hopper wasn’t calling to tell Eddie he had six cop cars in route.

He was calling to tell Eddie to come pick up his girlfriend, who had gotten into a bar brawl.

He’d raced the fuck over and was surprised to see the other guys pull up as well, though he probably shouldn’t have given the fact you’d gone out with Robin, Nancy and Eden.

What the fuck kind of trouble could that roster have gotten into???

Enough to warrant being taken to the police station.

Hopper had informed him you’d all be getting warnings, leeway you all got most definitely just because he was now Jonathan’s stepdad.

“It can’t have been that bad,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve froze in his irritable mom-pose and slowly turned to face him.

“Can’t have been that bad—WE’RE AT THE POLICE STATION!”

“Would you rather it be a courtroom?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. He pitied Buckley for the scolding she’d no doubt get from Steve on their drive home.

“I’d rather not have to pick her up from anywhere other than her house or work!”

“Calm down, Mother Hen. It was probably nothing,”

It was definitely something. 

The doors to the station opened, Nancy was the first out with Robin trailing her, you following Robin and Eden on your heels.

You all looked like you had definitely been involved in a fight, clothes rumpled and torn, hair a mess and Nancy sported a bloody lower lip. She started crying the moment she was in Jonathan’s arms, but he didn’t think it was because of her lip or even the fight, Nancy was just a very emotional drunk and her staggering was an obvious sign of intoxication.

You skipped right over to him and Eddie knew you were drunk, too.

“Hi, baby! I missed ya!” You sang as you slipped your arms around his waist to press yourself up against him for a hug, side of your face resting against his chest.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders, gently trying to pry you away from him so he could look you over for injuries but you refused to release your hold. The most he could do was get you to crane back a little so you could look at him.

“Neva’ betta’. Why?” You asked, cocking your head and beaming up at him.

Eddie’s face broke out into a grin. 

“Because a little birdy told me you were in a scrap.”

You were about to reply before the sound of Steve and Robin arguing with each other distracted you and you turned your head to watch them.

Eddie had to physically turn it back, and he was laughing as he did.

“C’mon, buttercup, I need you to stay with me, yeah?”

He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, dipping his head to the side to catch your stare and you went back to beaming at him, eyes crinkled.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

Fuck, you were so cute.

“That’s not really what I meant, baby, but I had no plans on letting you go. What happened tonight?”

You scoffed, arms dropping to your sides as you took a couple of steps back and glared at nothing.

“You wouldn’t freakin’ believe it, babe! Me and my girls,” You gestured to Nancy who was being coddled by Jonathan, Robin who was now scolding Steve, and Eden who was high-fiving Argyle, “were out having fun, getting sloshed—I had so many midori sours, baby, so many and my throw up is gonna be green—when alluvasudden Carol fuckin’ Perkins and her group of raggedy bitches comes up to us.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. He knew just how much you despised Carol. You two hadn’t been exactly friendly back in high school.

“And I’m like ‘oh wow, Carol, I was actually hoping to never fucking see you again.’ But she wasn’t there for me, babe. She was there ‘cause of Robin.” You leaned in to whisper the last sentence to him.

“I din’t even fuckin’ know it—but I should’ve ‘cause like the resemblance is there, isn’t it? Like they look kind of like each other, you know?”

“No, baby. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But Eddie was thoroughly invested in the drama, shifting his position to lean up against the van.

“Oh, yeah!” You laughed, amused that you knew and he didn’t. “Carol is Vickie’s cousin.”

Eddie’s eyes widened comically, sending you into a fit of giggles.

Vickie was Robin’s ex….something. Towards the end of senior year, Vickie had broken up with her long time boyfriend. On the rebound, looking for some attention to prove she was still wanted as most do after a breakup, she’d entertained Robin’s infatuation with her. 

They were always together, never affectionate in public, for obvious reasons, though Robin implied they were something. Then, it stopped. Vickie and her boyfriend got back together and she never even gave Robin proper closure, just stopped talking to her, stopped taking her phone calls and obviously avoided her.

It had been an unfortunate situation, the entire group pulled together to cheer Robin up but she got over it, met another girl, and they were an official couple. Girlfriend and girlfriend. She was away for a family thing and Robin couldn’t get the time off, which is why the girls had all gone out for a night to distract her.

“Carol is Vickie’s cousin!?” He whispered back in disbelief, hand flying over his mouth.

“Yeah!”

“So where does the fighting come in—is that blood?!” Eddie nearly had a heart attack as he noticed the red splatter on the front of your shirt. He hadn’t seen it earlier because you’d been glued to him.

You glanced down, taking the hem of your shirt in your hands to flare it out so you could see it better, “Oh, yeah! ‘S not mine, though. ‘S Carol’s. She told Robin people like her weren’t allowed in the bar, so I punched her a couple times and her friends started fighting us but we kicked their asses, baby!”

Eddie stared at you, eyes clouded with adoration and awe. 

You’d been dating for a while now, and every single damn day Eddie thought he found another thing he loved about you. Every. Single. Day.

And right then, in that moment, Eddie was finally able to express what he’d been thinking, feeling for the last couple of months. It wasn’t really the things you did that he loved about you. Eddie just loved you.

He needed you to know.

“I am so in love with you,” He breathed out, hands reaching out to latch onto your waist and draw you back into him. 

He was about to go on his spew about how you didn’t have to say it back and he just wanted you to know but you caught him by surprise, took the breath right out of him.

“I love you, too, Eds. Can we go home now? I’m hungry.”

Eddie blinked, knees weak.

“Baby, I don’t think you know what I’m sayi—“

“You said you love me and I love you, too. I’m drunk, baby, I can still hear you.” You sagged into him, head craned up to give him those eyes of yours.

“You love me?” He whispered, hand moving to tenderly cup the back of your head.

“Mhm.” You nodded, leaning up on your toes as Eddie met you halfway in a passionate kiss. He was about to tease your mouth open with his tongue when Hopper pushed his way out of the station.

“HEY! KNOCK IT OFF! GO HOME!”

Eddie laughed against your mouth as you pouted before he pulled away and ushered you into the van. Once you were buckled, he headed around to the driver’s side and took note of how meek Steve looked as he got into the driver’s seat of his own car. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think it was Steve who got into trouble with the law, and Robin picking him up from the station.

Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and Eden were long gone.

You were fiddling with the radio when he hopped in.

“It’s not working,” you frowned, continuing to press buttons.

“Sweetheart, the car’s not on.” 

“Oh.”

Eddie loved you so much.

[hellfire--cult]

toot toot

Eddie has a very important question for you - just eddie being a loving boyfriend with something i know we all struggle with as we enter a relationship (fem!reader) - self indulgent

a/n: idk man. i had this talk with @ghost-proofbaby and I was like, 'yeah, i should write this' and she agreed.

Wc: 1k

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“Why don’t you fart in front of me?”

You almost spat the water you were drinking all over the book you were reading as you laid on his bed with your back propped up on the headboard. 

“Eds, what?”

“You never fart in front of me.” He was dead serious, looking at you while his arms rested on his guitar, sitting at the end of the bed, his legs crossed. You were blinking at him as if he had just sprouted a leaf over his head.

“What are you going on about?”

“We’ve been dating for a whole year, and I have yet to hear a fart from you!” Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and you shook your head, looking back at your book.

“And you never will.” He rolled his eyes at you and scooted a little closer with a little jump that made the bed move underneath you, making you jump and glare back up at him.

“I fart all the time with you, with sound, with no sound… I mean, we trust each other, and darling, I do know you hold them in.” Your mouth opened with an o shape, not believing the words coming out of your boyfriend’s lips. 

The worst part, he was right.

You complained many times because of tummy aches, and you knew it was retained gas you weren’t letting out. You were just embarrassed about it. He didn’t care whenever he did it, and you didn’t either. You even laugh at some of his farts because they sound straight out of a cartoon, and sometimes, you die a little bit because they are deadly.

“I don’t feel comfortable doing it!” You retorted back, and he sighed in frustration, shaking his head again, putting the guitar to the side of his bed. 

“I promise you, it’s normal, it’s natural, and the stigma of all the women being proper ladies is such bullshit.” You knew it was that as well. You were also afraid of it being too loud, or smelly, and just utterly repulsive to him to the point he would not be attracted to you in some way.

“I know it’s natural… But I still won’t ever fart in front of you.” He groaned loudly at your words.

“You’re impossible princess.”

“But you love me.” You grinned at him with a sway of your body and he smiled back at you and crawled towards you to plant a smooch right on your lips.

“That I do.”

But it wasn’t even a week later that you were both lying on bed again, and you both were laughing as Eddie told you a story about Steve completely fucking up his date with Heidi.

“He literally tumbled back when he saw a roach sneaking in front of him and he made her fall onto the fountain at the park! That’s why his face is fucking red!” Eddie was cracking up by now and your eyes were filled with tears as you laughed with him.

“Oh shit, she slapped him!?”

“Of course she did! It was a fucking roach! Not a goddamn monster or some shit!” You cracked up at that, and it was a bad idea, because your stomach had been contracting in pain and twisting for the past hour because you were holding your gas in. 

You had tacos for dinner, and that was a very poor decision knowing that you were spending the night at Eddie’s, and knowing how the night might end. Everytime you held your gas in, sex was almost painful sometimes.

And now, with the laughter, with your belly going up and down against your stomach, it happened. And your laughter and his immediately seized, leaving the room completely quiet for a few seconds.

It was small, very thin, but it could be heard. Your face immediately heated up in embarrassment, and you turned to the other side, not being able to face him. Was he going to think you were disgusting? Not lady-like? Was it a boner killer? Why isn’t he saying anything–

“Oh, FUCK YES! I’VE BEEN SAVING THIS FOR THE OCCASION!” You felt him sit up on the bed and your eyebrows frowned, making you turn to look at him rummaging in his drawer from the night table. A small confetti popper in one hand and its string on the other. He pulled and the confetti exploded with a pop, startling you.

“What the hell Eddie–”

“Congrats on your first fart in front of me!” Your eyes were wide at his antic, but he had a wide smile on his face and you couldn’t believe your boyfriend got happy from you letting out an accidental fart from laughing so hard. 

“It was an accident Eds!” You whined as you sat up next to him and you had a terrified look on your face and he shook his head, holding onto your face with both of his hands.

“It’s the first step! Next one is an intentional one, so come on darling, I know you’re holding it in~” He cooed and you pushed him away, shaking your head in utter embarrassment.

“You’re so weird Eddie… you don’t… find it disgusting?”

“Fuck no! Makes me happy you trust me enough to do it in front of me! Accidental or not!” He was smiling at you, and your heart fluttered as you stared at your loving boyfriend. You leaned towards him and pecked his lips softly, only to then shake your head.

“You’re insufferable.” 

“But you love me.” He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but nod and lean in to kiss him again.

After that, you never do it intentionally, but now, if one escapes you by accident you are able to laugh it out with him. 

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a/n: purely self indulgent plus WE CANT DENY EDDIE WOULDNT CELEBRATE OUR FIRST FART WITH HIM. ALSO, FARTING IS NATURAL.

[darlinggash]

pottery class date w hugh 😖

[bcyhoods]

when eddie’s sick, i feel like he does the absolute most to deny that he’s actually sick. the man could be hacking and wheezing all over the trailer, his nose beet-red and chapped, and he would still insist that he’s felt worse. he is doing anything in his power to convince you that he’s fine, doing simple household tasks like see, can a sick person do this ;)) and it’s just him washing a mug.

it’s not really because he doesn’t want you to worry about him, although that’s definitely part of it. but he’s gotten this far. he’s just used to taking care of himself whenever wayne wasn’t home. pushing you away is more of a defense mechanism than anything. as if letting you tend to him meant that he was giving up or that you’d eventually leave when it got too much

once he starts letting you take care of him though��the theatrics are at an all time high. you’d think he was on his deathbed. flailing limbs, and whining, and exaggerating his symptoms, and definitely an entire monologue about the only cure for illness is a lover’s kiss :((( all so he could have you make him chicken soup and play with his hair and kiss his forehead

[mintymarabell]

Just a little babble.

Elder yautja has the mentality of Horton.

Remember that scene in Horton hears a who? Where he looked at 9,005 for the small colony.

Your yautja has done it before, you were kidnapped by some lowly bad bloods and he searched for you in every nook and cranny he could. Hundreds of yautja he knew helping look as he tore apart everything in his path.

[babygorewhore]

You are the only Exception

Blurb.

Eddie is your brother’s best friend. Who often reminds you Eddie would never go for you. But one night on a last minute change, Eddie takes you to a concert. Where he finally confesses what he’s always wanted to.

Warnings. None! Less than 1k. (Who am I?) thank you to my love @take-everything-you-can for giving me so many adorable thots for this one!!!

Your brother's best friend was Eddie Munson, someone you’ve had a crush on for years but your brother wouldn’t ever let you be alone with him for more than five minutes.

“Dude, you’re a princess and he’s just not into that.” He would say, but you didn’t care. You still admired and obsessed over him.

Tonight was the night of the paramore concert, something your brother promised to take you for your birthday. You half hoped Eddie would have joined but you didn’t voice it. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, the cropped black paramore shirt and plaid pants. Your boots gave you a few inches and your hair was styled out of your face from anticipating sweat.

Your makeup was perfect for the hot lighting and you took a million selfies and posted them all.

But a knock at your door caught your attention.

“Hey um im really sorry but I won’t be able to take you tonight.”

You spun around, prepared to scream at him when your brother held his hands up.

“But before you freak out, Eddie said he would take you. He’s downstairs. And don’t be weird. I know you have some stupid crush on him.”

You threw a shoe at him which hit him on the arm as he rolled his eyes and left. You smooth your outfit repeatedly out of nerves. Oh god. Eddie was taking you to a childhood dream concert?

As you came down the stairs, you saw Eddie talking and laughing with your brother and his smile briefly dropped and turned into something softer before he snapped into place.

“Hey, rocker girl.” He greeted you as you came closer. He reached to play with your hair and your brother smacked his hand.

“Man, come on. She’ll throw a fit if you mess up all that hairspray. She’s living her emo kid fantasy right now.”

Although he didn’t mention that it also included kissing Eddie Munson, your eyes flickered to his full lips that were casually upturned. Eddie was wearing all black with an oversized jean jacket. To your surprise, he held up two wristbands. They both said paramore.

“Kinda hard to get ahold of these but I got them. Here,” he reached to slip it on your hand and you swallowed as his ringed fingers touched your skin.

“Shall we?” Eddie held out his elbow and you curtsied.

“Lead the way, sir.” Your brother turned up his lip and you gave him an innocent look as you both walked out of the door.

Your heart thudded the entire drive and as you both situated in the growing crowd near the stage. You rose to your tip toes and back down to ease some of the anxiety when you felt Eddie’s hand go to your lower back. “It’s okay. They’ll be out soon.” He said to your ear and you felt goosebumps.

“Trust me,” he pulled back, speaking louder. “I’m an expert.” You raised your eyebrows as he started grinning.

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were such a superstar, Edward.” He put a hand over his heart.

“You wound me, princess. Playing for five drunks has made me way better than some punk pop band.” He playfully rolled his eyes.

You smacked his shoulder lightly as you heard the crowd roar. Spinning, you saw the band walk out center stage. You met their screaming and started jumping as the guitars played with their opening song.

“Are we ready??” Hayley called out and you started clapping.

As the show continued, you shed tears and your favorite songs from your teen years were played. Finally, your favorite song. The Only exception began. You raised your arms and then felt another pair wrap around your waist. You felt his jacket on your bare flesh and you turned your head. Eddie was smiling at you, his lips turned up in the lights. The shadows across his face did nothing to conceal the yearning in his brown eyes.

You leaned into him, enjoying every second as the years of pining came to mind. His hands gently traced your ribs. His cool rings pricking your skin that was hot.

“You are the only exception.” You all sang out and you instinctively pulled out of Eddie’s hold but his hand slid into your pocket. And then he started aggressively head banging.

You gasped and then cackled. But then Eddie leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You turned and cupped his face. Meeting his kiss with parted lips as you briefly forgot about the crowd.

He pulled back and pecked your lips a few more times. “Let’s keep watching, sweetheart. Gotta face your brother when we get back.” He smirked.

“He can get over it.” You giggled and faced the stage again.

“Oh and by the way,” Eddie said against your ear again. “You’re not too much of a princess for me, sweetheart. You’re the only exception.”

Tagging @xxhellfirebunnyxx @lesservillain @emsgoodthinkin @reidsbtch @slvt4jamesmarch @marchsfreakshow

[starrvsn]

☆ going public on national boyfriend day

with urban wyatt and jack harlow

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ynmiller happy national boyfriend day to the man i call mine @‘jackharlow 🩶 thank you for making my life better and being the one to show me what true love looks like. i admire everything about you, youre hardworking and passionate in what you do and even though we aren’t together right now i just want you to know how much i love you darling 💞 pls come home i miss you and your cute smile !!!!

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jackharlow don't make me cry now sweetheart 🥹

i4yn this is so cute what

druski jus know i was the first choice

jackharlow @'druski no you were not man

lomljackman im so happy that jack found someone that loves him sm 🥹🥹

daydreaminyn why am i just hearing about this now ????!???

claybornharlow only y/n can say corny ass words and make it work

ynmiller @'claybornharlow the backhanded ass compliment >:^(

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yneden happy national boyfriend day to my one and only @‘urbanwyatt 🤍 my forever smoke buddy and my biggest supporter thank you for being there for me whenever i need you and always showing me the most love. you always know what to say and know how to have the most fun !!! i don’t know how i go through most days without you and even though you’re sitting next to me while im writing this, i love you sweet cheeks <33

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urbanwyatt love you forever and always baby 🤞🏼

gardenofyneden sweet cheeks :''')

lomljackman couple of the century tbh

jackharlow TRAITOR

edensource eden and urban together ???? i can die in peace now

jackharlow i helped them get together yall, jus know that

urbanwyattupdates @'jackharlow LMAOO MATCHMAKER JACK ?????

sereneeden can't wait for the photo dump urbans gonna post of y/n now theyre official

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star left a message! jus know that i put them in the same post just for the sake of it and i wanted to do something for my baes hence why the usernames for the reader are a bit different and urbans the reader goes by eden :)

make with love, star ♡

[bruisedboys]

james makes it his mission to learn about everything you hate. hate spiders? he’ll get rid of all them for you. if you hate big crowds, he knows exactly what to do when you get in the wrong situation. how to calm you down, or when to take you away without you even asking him. he knows all the foods you hate and all the music you don’t. he’s determined to make you happy always.

james knows everything you hate. like, everything. he sees a spider in the shower, it’s small but he knows you’ll freak when you see it. so he gets rid of it, without even thinking twice. if you hate bugs he’ll get rid of them but he always puts them in the garden or somewhere safe because he’s a sweetheart.

hate big crowds? he does his best to avoid taking you to anywhere that could possibly have loads of people. if you do end up getting overwhelmed, he guides you as quickly as he can out of the situation, one hand on your back and his mouth next to your ear, telling you gently to take deep breaths, sweetheart. he’ll sit you down if you’re anxious, usually somewhere totally random but it doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s just you and him. he’ll kneel in front of you and hold your hands. presses one of your hands to his chest, saying feel my breathing, darling. try to copy it. it’s sappy, but it works. you’d rather not ask him to do it and you don’t have to — he just knows.

also!!! he knows exactly how you like your tea. he always says he knows it to the T … haha … get it, angel? ‘cos it’s tea?? :D you never laugh even though you kind of want to. and if you’re at someone’s house and they offer you tea, he’ll get up and make yours because he knows you don’t like it any other way. he knows all your favourite foods, probably has a list of them somewhere just in case he forgets, but really he’ll never forget. and if you hate a certain food he’s immediately taking it out of his diet because if you hate something, he hates it too.

[ghostlyfleur]

steve is so extremely lover coded.

*sighs dreamily*

stevie is love— pink tones and flowers and picnics and sunsets and flustered smiles. soft kisses, long kisses, lazy kisses, passionate kisses; all the kisses. all the time. he lives to love, and he loves loving you. sings paper rings to his girl all the time, takes her to concerts, buys her flowers every week and picks little wildflower bouquets the other days of the week. your stevie is dancing silly little dances to your favorite records, slow dancing in the kitchen when you two can’t sleep, making you hot chocolate with cute colorful heart-shaped sprinkles on top, cuddling in front of the fire. he plans cute dates, gives you small trinkets that he knows you’ll appreciate because he knows you love the natural and free things in life, even if he deep down always wishes he could afford more extravagant things, “i don’t need expensive gifts, stevie. all i need is you and your perfect love”

[overlymetaromantic]

okay. sure. maki's a florist. for the gang front.

goto's the one who proposed making the front a flower shop and he cares for those flowers like they his babies. millions and millions of babies.

and ssssure. mbnssb is about the dumpster fire of maki and kaito's dumbassery and karin's fucking pissed but can we take. one big step back. and appreciate the side chars they are doing. so much. they're. amazing.

side character appreciation post!!!!!!!! people!!!!! go appreciate!!!!!!! all!!!!!!!! of the characters!!!!!!!!!! right now!!!!!!!!!! michi daiki itsuki goto arisa jun hanako kyoko keiko all of them!!!!!!!!! they are!!!!!!!!! great!!!!!!!!! go appreciate these wonderful bits of pixels we have been blessed with they are amazing!!!!!!!!!

this was supposed to be about goto being a silly lil (big) guy i got sidetracked but i stand by my point

The idea of Goto being a giant plant mom is so cute alskdjf thank you very much for that mental image 😂 I bet he would absolutely go ham for any little desktop sized plants, like I can very easily imagine his/his girlfriend's apartment just being COVERED in them ahahahaha 😂

And thank you for the side character appreciation!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so glad you enjoy them all so much, I have a ton of fun writing them and it's great to see them resonate with other people too 😂❤️

[lukesvangelista]

i need someone to make a compilation of kj fiddling with his mouth guard IMMEDIATELY

[thecomfortgoth]

POV: You just met Steve at the arcade for your first date. You were running late and come bursting in, apologising while trying to catch your breath because you were literally sprinting to get here. Steve just smiles at you and tells you it's okay. He thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen, even when you're out of breath and a little flustered from worrying. He says he really likes your outfit. He does. He thinks you look amazing. You giggle and blush as you notice the way he's looking at you.

He really hopes this date goes well. Because he really likes you. A lot.