#Besties to lovers

[bokunokamijirou]

Friends Till The End

part 2 of texts with your flirty best friend Keigo Takami!!!!

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[t-folklore13]

Stone cold sober - Eddie Munson

Started as a blurb and went a little longer

Eddie!Bestfriendstolovers

710 words

18+ MDNI ~

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It wasn’t unusual for me to wake up at eddies on a Saturday morning next to him in bed. Every Friday night after a long campaign consists of a couple smoke sessions, pizza, and some movie but never have I woke up in his arms while he was shirtless

Of course I’m not an idiot my best friend is hot like insanely hot with his tattoos, long hair, and faint muscles that came from hauling around heavy band equipment of course my crush on him wont change the fact that he’s hot and he doesn’t even know it

He still thinks that girls see him as the “nerdy freak” he was labeled as but that could be the farthest from the truth whenever we are out I make it a point to seem like a couple

Wearing his jacket or holding onto his arm so girls can see its selfish but I wouldn’t survive seeing him happy with someone else another girl at that so I keep my thoughts and impulses to myself until now because he is holding me so tight and my face is crammed in his neck

Of course we’ve cuddled before during movies or when we were younger but never now we always have maintained some sort of distance the invisible line between best friends and more have never been crossed at least not that ive noticed

Im still in my thoughts unmoving when I feel him shift under me trying to stretch but can’t realizing the position we are in, it causes me to shift and he tightens his grip rubbing my back I’m thinking about how I wish this was normal and how we’d wake up he’d kiss me and go off to work but this isn’t normal and that won’t happen suddenly my thoughts are interruptted

“sweetheart you have no idea what you do to me you’re out cold and gripping onto me for dear life”

I contemplate faking waking up then he starts talking again “I love you and I love when we have these moments even if your not awake it makes me so happy knowing that you find me in your sleep, I’m sorry that I never stay I wouldn’t want you being weirded out by me”

He starts to play with my hair and gives me a couple of kisses on the head and my heart is pounding I feel him grabbing my hips and moving me when i hold onto him tight again not wanting him to leave

He softly removes me from him like it’s the most normal thing in the world and kisses me on the head “I love you sweetheart” I feel his weight start to move off the mattress and I grab his waist “no please stay” my eyes are still closed and I hear him sigh “I thought you were asleep”

“Please hold me again I love it” he gets back in bed and pulls me to him “how long have you been awake” the only thing I can hear over the silence is the fast beat of his heart I look up into his eyes and stare at him “longer than you” I trace his jawline and play with the ends of his hair “Ed’s?”

He blinks a couple times and hums “can this be normal every morning please” he smiles and brings a hand to my face “what are you asking me sweets” I snuggle my face into his neck and smile “um waking up in your arms every morning and you telling me how much you love me”

“Depends would we still be best friends after” I shake my head and riskily kiss his neck softly “no I don’t wanna be just friends anymore I wanna love you more then that” he lets out a breathy laugh and rubs my back “are you still high?” I laugh and look at him “stone cold sober actually. why are you?”

“Stone cold sober actually” I prop up onto my elbows and put a piece of hair behind his ear “can I kiss you” but looks at me then flips me over kissing me softly but deeply “will you be my girl”

“Depends will you help me make breakfast?” He smiles and grabs his shirt “yes”

[shepherdxdrake]

Barson NEED justice on tv show

[nakaharachuuyasfucktoy]

🍪Something in Cookies?~🍪

Soukoku,Smut.Dazai and Chuuya were best friends since middle school.They get along together but not in the same house.Chuuya’s apartmen is right next to Dazai’s,They’re both 19 years old.

•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•🎀•

Dazai,who’s been laying on his bed,swinging back and forth lazily.He decided to text Chuuya,knowing he might be doing the same thing as him

“Chuuyaaaa!! >v<“

chuuya immediately texted back

“Yeaahh?”

“Can i come over pleaseeeee?? :3”

“Ofc Dazaii! I’ll even bake you cookies if you want!!”

“Ooh! Sounds good!!”

Dazai grabbed his keys quickly and leaves the home

“I’m omw Chuuya!!”

“Alr!!”

he continued walking,gently knocked on the door,Chuuya opened the door with his home-style clothes

“Hii!”

“Hi Chuuyaaa!!”

Chuuya leads him inside of the house and closed the door behind them

“You’ll sit and watch me bake cookies alright??”

“But i would like to bake togetheerr!”

“Nuh uuh! They’re speciall! Just sit on couch and watch tv!”

“Aah okaayy!”

Dazai sat on tv and started watching tv like Chuuya commanded to while Chuuya bake

after an half hour,Chuuya finished baking cookies and put then in a bowl,sat next to Dazai

“Let’s eatt!”

they began to eat.Chuuya glanced at Dazai,trying to see if the aphrodisiacs in the cookie is working…

after another few minutes,Chuuya started feeling horny and saw Dazai started squirming in his seat

“Chuuya…Did you put something in cookie…?”

Chuuya smirked,enough to make Dazai understood the station…

“Oh…Chuuyaaaa!!”

Dazai blushed nervously while Chuuya started getting closer

“You know…I’m always open to you~”

“Ik Dazai,my pretty little pet~”

Chuuya pulled him closer by the waist,gently touching his lips to his as they gently kissed,Dazai’s tongue slided inside his mouth.The kiss continued getting rougher and rougher…Without breaking the kiss,Chuuya started unzipping Dazai’s pants and let his hard cock feel the cold air around it…Chuuya pulled back from the kiss and leaned into Dazai’s cock,wrapped his lips around his base and swirls his tongue around him.Dazai gasped for air and arched his back,involuntarily thrusting into his mouth while softly whimpering

“Hghh..Mmm…Aah…Chuuyaa…”

Dazai continued whimpering and leaking.Chuuya grabbed his hips tightly and squeezed them.Chuuya’s fingers suddenly pushed inside Dazai,pumping in and out to get him ready for something bigger…

“C-Chuuya!!!”

Chuuya smirked through his cock,pumping his fingers faster

“I-I-I’m c-cum-cummiiingggg!!!!”

Dazai arched his back once again,squirts thick ropes of cum into Chuuya’s mouth and watching him swallowing it all,Chuuya let go of his cock with a gentle-swift motion,looking straight at his eyes.

“You’ve so good for me,little pet~ Now it’s time to take my cock like a good boy~“

Dazai nodded,spreads his legs wide and looked at Chuuya position himself on his entrance,slowly pushing in and making Dazai moan

“HGHHH!!!”

Chuuya smirked and started moving his hips in a rough-fast pace

“Hghh!! Aah!! C-Chuuyaaa~!!”

“Yeah…keep moaning,good boy…taking me so well…Mmm~”

Chuuya kept thrusting harder and harder,Dazai is literally crying from the mix of pleasure and pain…

30-40 minutes passed like this as they finally reached their climax, Chuuya collapsed on top of Dazai and wrapped his arms around his waist

“T-That was intense…Thanks Dazai…I needed it…”

“You’re…welcome…panting…I needed it too…”

“I love you Chuuya…”

“I love you more Dazai…”

They both kissed once more and cuddled together until they fell asleep…🌟 💤

⬇️Saw them on pinterest‼️ ⬇️

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[justalexx-things]

"you love me" yeah, he really does <3

[neo-techculture]

Love, Laughs & Lavish Lifestyles

Summary:- Your billionaire best friend Zeyden DeRosa is in town for a business meeting and it's been ages since you both caught up. He's eager to meet you before he jets off. However, what starts as a casual catch-up takes an unexpected turn as his feelings for you are caught up in the mix.

Pairing:- Billionaire!OC x Billionaire!Reader

Warnings:- Friends to lovers, pet names- love & darling.

Zeyden reclined in his chair, releasing a sigh of contentment. The merger meeting had unfolded just as he'd anticipated – successfully. Yet, the marathon of meetings had left him weary, especially since a moment of respite had eluded him since his touchdown in LA. He was overjoyed at the thought of returning to New York. However, the one thing that held him back was his best friend—you. He unlocked his phone, scrolling through his contacts to find your name.

You and Zeyden have been friends for as long as you can remember, ever since your childhood days. With your parents being close friends, it led to countless playdates for the two of you, cementing an inseparable bond. However, adulthood brought with it busy schedules and demanding jobs that have distanced you. Despite this, you've managed to stay connected through phone calls and occasional meetups whenever work brings you to the same city.

Zeyden pressed the call button for your number, but the call was redirected to voicemail. He didn't mind, assuming you were probably in a meeting, dealing with someone who hadn't met expectations. He always admired your confidence; after all, you didn't become a billionaire without that sharp intellect. For him, a woman who possesses both beauty and brains is irresistible. Not that he knew many women, apart from the occasional fling to unwind. But for him, you've been the one (though you're unaware) ever since he realized what love meant.

To while away the time (though he'd never confess, it was really in anticipation of your call), he opens Instagram and clicks on your profile. The most recent photo shows you at a Parisian gala, stunning in a sparkling white gown with a daring thigh-high slit and elegant off-shoulder sleeves. Simple jewelry graced your neck, wrists, and ears, complementing the simplicity of your makeup and the sophistication of your hair, styled in an elaborate updo with tendrils softly caressing your cheeks. White heels completed the ensemble, adding the perfect finishing touch.

With a quick double tap, he likes the photo. Envy bubbles up as he thinks of all the guys who got an up-close peek at that outfit. Oh, he would've been at that gala in a heartbeat, if it weren't for that pesky, unmissable meeting. Zeyden heaves a sigh, giving his hair a frustrated tousle.

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You yawn and recline in your swivel chair, the grain of the oak desk under your fingers. The day's meetings were a marathon, especially with Mr. "I-Love-The-50s" and his archaic views on gender roles. Luckily, he waltzed out with a modern makeover of his opinions, which was a small victory. The billionaire life is exhausting, but the luxury it affords is irresistible. Your thoughts drift to Zeyden, your lifelong friend who embraces the billionaire lifestyle to the fullest, complete with a private jet and yacht.

Recollection strikes, and you grab your phone seeing a missed call from him. Tapping his name, you bring the device to your ear. He answers swiftly, after just a ring or two.

"Darling, it's been ages." His voice, husky as smoke, filters through. You can almost see him in your mind's eye, sprawled on his chair, sporting that all-too-familiar, mischievous smirk.

"Seriously? We just spoke on the phone two days ago," you snort.

He hums. "True. But I need to see your pretty face, so guess who's in town?"

"You're in LA?" you ask, sitting up straighter.

"Right, darlin'. How about we meet up before I jet off to New York City?" His grin is almost audible through the phone.

Zeyden reels off the address of a high-end restaurant. "Should I pick you up? No, don't answer that; I'll come get you."

He ends the call, leaving you stunned by his boldness. Yet, it's so characteristic of Zeyden. You roll your eyes but begin to pack up anyway. There isn't much to do; just shut down your computer and organize a few files. Grabbing your handbag and phone, you head towards the elevator, pressing the button for the parking lot.

As the metal doors swung open, the parking lot came into view. Sparse with vehicles, yet one demanded attention; Zeyden's Bugatti Divo, a beacon of his penchant for showy playthings. There he was, the man of the hour, casually propped against the passenger door, arms folded in a silent challenge. Clad in a sleek black suit, shades perched on his face, and hair artfully disheveled – the classic 'I woke up like this' billionaire edition.

The clicking of your heels captures his attention, prompting him to stand taller and push his shades up. His face breaks into a wide grin.

"Love!" he exclaims, spreading his arms wide, and you move forward into his welcoming embrace. Your own lips tip up into a grin as you lean back to look at him.

"Looking good, DeRosa."

He snorts, eyes scanning you from head to toe. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleek black dress pants, and matching heels, with your hair coiled into a neat bun, you embody the elegance of a billionaire CEO. His heart races at the sight, the urge to confess his feelings nearly overwhelming. Yet, he knows such a move might send you fleeing, so he quashes the impulse and allows a smirk to play on his lips instead.

"I got nothing on you, love."

You beg to differ. He looked good; infact more than good. The shirt clung to his muscles, as if the suit was custome-made (spoiler alert: it was). Zeyden opened the passenger door for you and closed it once you were seated. He then jogged to the driver's side, entered the car, and closed the door. Removing his shades, he glanced at you from the corner of his eye as he started the engine. You were engrossed in your phone, your fingers rapidly typing away, probably sorting through a multitude of emails.

In no time at all, Zed zooms into the restaurant's parking lot, seemingly unfamiliar with the concept of speed limits. Before you even have a chance to reach for the handle, there he is, playing the gentleman, opening the car door for you.

"Prince Charming has nothing on you," you jest as you both approach the entrance.

"Absolutely not. I'm here to impress," he replies with a playful waggle of his eyebrows, eliciting a laugh from you. A staff member escorts you both to the second floor and seats you at a table by the glass windows. Once you've ordered, Zed turns to you, a glimmer in his eyes.

"So love, what have you been up to these days?"

You give a nonchalant shrug, wine glass in hand. "Oh, the usual – just drowning in an endless sea of tasks. And you?"

Zed flashes that infamous grin, the one that screams mischief. "I'm so glad you asked darlin'," he says with a sly tone, "I've added yet another private jet to my collection."

"Shocker," you say, rolling your eyes, though you can't help but smile. "You're practically the mascot for billionaires everywhere."

He scoffs indignantly. "I'm not like that, love. I just have a knack for expensive things."

You chuckle, bringing the glass of wine to your lips. Zed quickly forgets what he was talking about, mesmerized by the way your red lips touch the glass. He watches as you swallow the liquid, your lips glistening from the wine. His gaze shifts to the red imprint of your lips on the rim of the glass. If given the opportunity, he's certain he would happily wear those red marks himself.

"So, are you leaving for NY tonight?" you ask, setting the glass down.

This snaps Zed out of his reverie. "Yes, that's the plan," he replies.

However, the thought of going back home, away from you, suddenly seems unappealing. An idea begins to take shape in his mind.

"Tell me, love," he ventures, "how would you feel about a short vacation?"

Your surprise is evident at the abrupt shift in conversation. "Hmm… I've been thinking about it, why do you ask?"

"Great, because I've got a private jet and you're in dire need of a vacation. How about Miami or Hawaii? Word on the street is they're fabulous right now."

He notices your astonishment at this whirlwind proposal. But hey, he's willing to pull out all the stops just to hang out with you a bit longer. If his mother could see him now, she'd definitely give him an earful for not cutting to the chase.

"Are you serious?" you inquire.

He nods. "What's the issue? Tomorrow is the weekend, after all."

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And that's how you found yourself on his private jet, heading to Miami. The sight from the window was stunning, with the endless azure ocean below. Glancing at Zeyden, you saw him relaxed in his seat, a satisfied grin on his face as he scrolled through his phone.

"Can you believe we actually did it?" you said, leaning back and closing your eyes for a moment, enjoying the hum of the jet engines and the excitement of the adventure ahead. "It's so reckless."

"Life's too short to overthink everything, love," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sometimes you just have to seize the moment."

You couldn't help but agree. The spontaneity of the trip was invigorating, a much-needed break from your hectic schedules. The flight attendants soon brought out a lavish spread of gourmet snacks and champagne, making the journey even more luxurious.

"Here's to an unforgettable getaway," Zeyden said, raising his glass in a toast.

You clinked your glass with his, the crystal ringing softly. "To Miami," you echoed, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.

As you chatted and laughed, the tension of the past few days melted away. The conversation flowed effortlessly, just like it always had between the two of you. It was as if the distance and time apart had never existed.

"Do you remember that summer we spent at the beach house?" Zeyden asked, a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"How could I forget?" you replied with a chuckle. "We got into so much trouble that year."

"Yeah, but it was worth it," he said, grinning. "Those were some of the best days of my life."

"Mine too," you admitted, feeling a warm glow of fond memories. Those days were filled with endless laughter, sun-kissed skin, and the kind of carefree joy that only youth can bring.

Zeyden nodded, his expression softening. "It's nice to know we still have that spark, even after all these years."

As the plane started to descend, the Miami skyline appeared in the distance, a stunning display of lights contrasting with the darkening sky. A surge of anticipation filled you as the wheels made contact with the runway, the excitement of new possibilities bubbling up inside you.

Upon arrival, you were welcomed by the familiar embrace of the warm, tropical air. The city pulsated with vitality, its lively streets offering the prospect of music, dance, and adventure-filled nights.

You were greeted by a luxurious car ready to whisk you away to your hotel. As you sank into the comfortable seats, Zeyden gently grasped your hand. "Excited?"

"Absolutely," you said, squeezing his hand in return.

Cruising through Miami was like a wild carnival for the senses. Bright lights, groovy tunes, and delicious smells filled the air. It was like being in a sensory overload, but in the best way possible!

The hotel was like a fancy paradise, with a swanky lobby that just screamed class. When you checked in, you couldn't help but be amazed by all the fancy stuff around you. Your room was like a work of art, with huge windows giving you a killer view of the city and the ocean.

The evening was just beginning, and as you gazed at the sparkling lights of Miami from the balcony, you felt like this was only the beginning of an incredible journey. With Zeyden beside you, the world felt full of endless possibilities.

The gentle breeze brought the smell of the sea, blending with the faint buzz of the nightlife down below. Zeyden looked at you, his eyes shimmering with the lights of the city, and grinned. "Ready to make some memories?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement and promise.

You gave a little nod, excitement bubbling up inside you. Together, you descended the stairs and stepped into the vibrant streets, where music and laughter filled the air. Neon signs danced above you, painting the crowd with a rainbow of colors. Zeyden and you weaved through the crowd, sharing knowing glances that spoke of secret plans and spontaneous decisions.

Your first stop was a rooftop bar, where the city stretched out like a glittering carpet beneath you. As you sipped on exotic cocktails, the world felt infinite and full of potential. The DJ played an eclectic mix of beats, and it wasn't long before you found yourselves dancing under the stars, lost in the rhythm and each other's company.

After that, the night felt like a magical adventure. You walked on the beach, the moon shining a bright path on the water, and chatted about all sorts of things. You found secret bars and found cool local spots, each place adding a new layer to the night's tapestry.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you and Zeyden found yourselves back on the balcony, the city now quiet and serene. The adventure had been everything you hoped for and more, and you knew this was just the beginning. With Zeyden by your side, the world was a canvas waiting to be painted with new experiences and unforgettable moments.

It could have been the faint influence of the alcohol, or perhaps it was the tension that emerged between you and Zed upon arriving in Miami, but you now can't help but gaze at him, unable to break eye contact. Zed noticed your gaze, then shifted his focus to your lips.The air seemed to thicken between you, charged with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. A myriad of thoughts raced through your mind, each one more confusing than the last. You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, pounding loudly in your chest, or if he could see the slight tremor in your hands.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zed finally asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and something deeper, something you couldn't quite place.

You swallowed hard, searching for an answer that would make sense of the whirlwind of feelings inside you. "I... I don't know," you replied honestly, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in that dimly lit space, suspended in time. You noticed the way his eyes softened, vulnerability peeking through the tough exterior he always wore like armor.

"Maybe," he said, taking a tentative step closer, "maybe we should stop pretending that nothing's changed."

His words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between past grievances and the possibility of a new beginning. You felt a spark of hope flicker to life, daring you to take the leap.

Zed's lips curved into a small, hopeful smile as he reached out to gently touch your hand. Before you realize it, his lips meet yours, filled with hope and uncertainty. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment suspended in time. Your heart races, a mixture of surprise and excitement surging through your veins. His touch is gentle yet earnest, as if he’s pouring all his unspoken feelings into this single kiss.

As you pull back, your eyes lock, and you see a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. It’s as if he’s silently asking if you felt it too—the spark, the connection, the promise of something more.

You smile softly, letting him know that you understand, that you’re open to exploring whatever lies ahead. In that moment, a silent agreement is made, and the future feels just a little bit brighter.

Another friends to lovers fic because I love this trope...🤚😩 Tell me how it is and if I should right a part 2 for this. Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Don't be shy to put in requests or ask stuff in general!

HAVE A NICE DAY!

Credits to the amazing @saradika-graphics for the cute line divider. Go check them out!

[samooooo1]

based on my digimon master online game, how would be like a 24 year old fem! tamer who found in her doorstep a cardboard box with 4 digieggs (wizardmon, terriermon, (fem!) lopmon (she is terriermon's younger twin sister) and meicoomon) and when they hatch as lil keemon, zerimon, kokomon, and a fluffier looking snow botamon with faint light markings (that sign that she is a meicoomon when she grows and evolve to her actual form);

and the lil keemon is the one who loves y/n a lot compared to the other 3 who like her too; with a timeskip of 2 years later with him now as a wiz giving her a flower before confessing his feelings for her and gladly she accepts his feelings.

(Credit to the artist (Artist is mentioned down there on the right side))

(Sorry but I cant picture myself this scenario, as you would have been like a mother figure to them which is why I will do platonic version but no more or less, sorry since it probably would be heading a entirely diffrent way then you wanted but such scenarios are also platonic in my eyes.)

B/f x reader

Growing closer

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It was a cold nice day, finally after 8 painfully long hours of working, since you gotta make a living somehow, you took office job and after it was finally over and since it was over, first thing you done was to watch TV, there way to many TV Series that have to be finished by you and to little time to sadly do it. After watching a couple series for some hours, you heard a sound from the door you went there, thinking what or who would do such thing this late at the day.

You have gone to your door and opended it and found.. a cardboard with some eggs in it? You were weirded out having never seen such eggs.. and big at that to, you first thought these were Ostrich eggs.. so you tried to cook them but they were to hard and couldnt break which frustrated you.

Sooo, like any person with the average IQ of -5, you used Google to try and find out what these eggs were or better say from which animal or organism they came. To your suprise, they werent any ordinary eggs.. these eggs were called Digieggs and after some throughout research you found out what will come out of these eggs, some Digimons named Botamon, Kokomon, Zerimon and Keemon, they were fictional characters from your childhood Show 20 years ago, you used to watch it so much but sadly have forgotten most of these times.

So you made sure to take them with you everywhere, as to make sure that when they hatch you can see it in a instant. After some further hours of waiting they hatched ! You saw and felt like a Mum VvV, seeing their kids being born, you were very happy :D

Now the funny part.. you dont know what they eat, nor what they can eat or not, they arent any organic organism but you decided milk and some meat should be ok for now.

You searched up their names and what they could "evolve" into, or as people would say "digievolve" into. Now you got a Keemon, small and friendly but sometimes somehow angry, how? I dont know, a Botamon, a chaotic little energy ball, a Kokomon very cute choco looking like digimon and lastly Zerimon, weird but also cute.

Now there was another small problem, you never had to take care of any kids, much less since you were a only child and pretty much got always what you wanted, you never had to do anything. Now that you were a fully responsible adult and moved away from your parents and took a job to pay rent and your living expsenes, you didnt know if you were able to take care of these little Digimon.

Sooo, you called your bestfriend over, he was at first not believing a single word you have said but the moment he was in with you.. He was fascinated, such cute little creatures? But then he asked for what reason did you actually call him.

"So... hehe, basicly if I would this alone, there be to much for me to work off... and I dont wanna be a single mum, and since we both are already bestfriends why dont you help ne :D Also these little kids need a dad."

"Wait wait wait wait- a dad? But why me!"

You mentaly slapped yourself and just gave him a unfazed stare.

"Who is a man, is my closet friend, can weirdly be a good dad, can help me and is always there for me :D"

He just sighned and.. even though to us its obvious and you being a blind person ( in terms of reading the room), he has feelings for you and taking care of them with you.

"You will be the mother?"

You just nodded VvV. "Then... eh.. should I adress you as honey then, infront of the kids?" At that point you just stared at him. Would that title suit you?... Yes, yes it would.You happily nodded.

"So we be parents then? :D" you asked, he just embarrasedly nodded and you jumped in the air, feeling all happy and friendly, atleast you wont be having to deal all this alone, you have someone by your side during all of this.He just smilled at you, how could you be so blind to his feelings but because of you.. he be doing this, out of love for you.

2 Years Timeskip~

After some years parenting, both you and B/f have come far, your small little kids that you named happily, Botamon, you named him after your Uncle, his name was Kai, and little Botamon gave some Ninjago Kai vibes off, and he always watched that show as he grew up.Kokomon, you named them Choc, because of his chocolate coulered self and his affinity to liking sweets that are always sided with chocolate flavor.Zerimon was named Lemon, he is coloured like a Lemon and loves Citrus fruits, noice which is why the both you of named him Lemon and he is the exact opposites of his sister Zerimon.Keemon was the weirdest of the bunch, he was like a clingy dog which is why ya named him Max, he wouldnt leave neither your or B/f sides, always calling you both Mum and Dad, which at times made you chuckle and B/f a blushing mess, yet as they digivoled all into their respective forms you couldnt help but smile at them and B/f and even thought it might have seemed as if you were oblivious to B/fs feelings, you werent, you also liked him but wanted just to tease him so much it also made you realise how thankful you were that he was by your side, supporting and helping you no matter what or without any complaints, so one day when it was late and the kids were sleeping, you invited him to the livingroom since before you both have sleeped seperately but now you wanted to be more then just friends, you took him to the livingroom and confessed to him.

When he heard those words from you "I like you more then a simple friend".. he cried, he was happy beyond any thing that could be scaled, this one was one of the hapiest day of his life, and yes finally after so long you are finally his. He took you by arms and hugged you, its safe to say that you both went to bed after that confession but didnt did the deed as you both were faithful followers of the lord, you saved yourself for day you both will marry.

But the both of you pray and hope that the lord will bless you both with more such happy moments , the moment that the both of you will spend together, as lovers and one flesh, just as the lord always had planned for the both of you.

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Thanks for making a request but please, any kind of family bond should also be kept as one, but I hope you all enjoyed this small fic and wish ya all a blessed day/night.

God bless ya all!

;)

[moonstonexgallery]

The besties to lovers dynamic : D!!

Yes i still ship StreetChoux, but i wanted to go full multishipper mode, and also ship Caramel Choux Cookie with Aurora Candy Cookie as well, i meaaaan, i think it would be interesting as fuck, man.

A tired, yet strict, and somehow kind train conductor who has a lackadaisical co-worker becoming friends, and getting a one sided crush on the supervisor of the Cuckoo Town Square. ✨

"What about Wishing Star Cookie, Icee, don't you still ship Aurora Candy Cookie with-" YES, I DO, MY FRIEND, ITS MY AU!

Aaaanyways, what do you think their shipname would be if shipped together? My thought would be AuroraChoux XD

They are so yuri... Q_Q

CLOSE UPS

[lovelydrusilla]

help, another niche ship just dropped

[hellcheerficdatabase]

The Great Midwest Bake Off

Author: @ironicveghead

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 2/?

Description: Chrissy Cunningham is one of ten contestants for the next season of the Great Midwest Bake Off! Encouraged to succeed by her best friend Eddie Munson, she may find something sweeter than baked goods along the journey.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, great British bake off, baker!Chrissy, I will go down with this FIC, Love you Veg, fluff, Rockstar!Eddie, idiots in love, besties to lovers, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP

[kn1ghtc0r3]

find it funny when I go back to my oc info page and change the title going from characters friendship to relationship

[t-folklore13]

Always - Eddie Munson

18+ MDNI

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I run up to his trailer and bang on the door “EDDIE” I continue to bang on the door as I hear footsteps behind me “EDDIE PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR” I can hear shuffling inside and trailer and him running “EDDIE HELP ME HES GETTING CLOSER” the door finally yanks open and I feel two strong arms pull me into the trailer, the door slamming behind me

“He’s coming Eddie and I think he grabbed a weapon” he instantly know who I’m talking about and we start rushing to his room “COME OUT HERE YOU SLUT OR DONT COME HOME AT ALL ILL BREAK THIS DOOR DOWN AND KILL YOU”

I grab onto Eddie harder and try to block him out “cover your ears sweetheart” I can faintly hear him yelling out to my father telling him that he’s called the police and to leave we give it a few minutes and know he’s gone

I start to cry and we fall to the ground, he starts rocking me back and fourth “shhh I’ve got you sweetheart he’s not gonna get you your safe with me” I dig my face into him deeper and try to calm down “do you wanna tell me what happened or do you want to eat something”

I look up at him and take a deep breath “I can tell you if that’s okay” he smooths my hair and kisses my forehead “you really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” I take a deep breath and look at him

“I had to work another shift after the one I was scheduled for it because I need to money I thought it would be fine but when I got home I could smell alcohol and the door slammed behind me, my dad was there saying that I was at a guys house and that I was a slut who won’t amount to anything, he grabbed my arm and started to drag me across the room but dropped his bottle and let go of me to grab it when it cut him I took that opportunity to run” I look up and can see tears forming in his eyes

“When I got out of the house I heard his safe open and knew he would try to hurt me so I ran here because you were so close and I knew you would keep me safe but I’m sorry I’m so so sorry I dragged you into this” he grabs my face and shakes his head

“I don’t care about all that stuff sweetheart I only care about you are you okay did he hurt you?” I see his eyes searching me for injury, I shake my head and grab his hand “I’m okay it’s just that my wrist is a little sore and I’m kinda hungry”

“Let’s stand up and fix that okay?” I nod my head and slowly stand up grabbing his arm and he keeps me steady directing me to the kitchen

I zone out for a second while he grabs something and suddenly he’s standing right in front of me

“Here’s your ice once it starts to feel better you wanna wash up?” I nod my head, he grabs my upper arm to not hurt my wrist and puts the ice on it softly I wince so he starts to run circles on my arm “that feels good” he smiles and looks at me “yeah?” I hug him taking in his scent

“Thank you I would take you up on that shower but I haven’t any clothes” he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom “you just use some of mine it’s okay” he messes with the water till he finds it good and smiles at me

“You go ahead and shower the stuff you can use is right there, I will leave some clothes on the sink” I smile and hug him again “could you order pizza I can pay” I can feel him shake his head “don’t worry about it” he smiles and turns around closing the door

I start to shower and the water feels perfect the heat hits me and I can feel myself relax, I sit there for a while and look around for what soaps he has I grab the shampoo and it smells just like him I put a bit in my hair and wash my hair imagining it was him helping me

I move on to body wash and I smell entirely like him it’s comforting and I take it all in

I turn off the shower and use his mousse to tame my hair when I think about how this feels so normal, almost too normal but he’s my bestfriend he could never see me that way, I look to my right and see the clothes he’s set out for me

One of his dio shirts and a pair of sweats and at the bottom is a pair of his boxers I slip everything on and it’s like he’s in the room I open the door and he’s on the couch staring at the door intensely when he hears me he relaxes and heads towards me “hey sweetheart do you feel better?”

“Much, thank you” I smile and he looks at the clock “pizza should be here soon do you want to watch a movie in my room or here” I look at him and the door “can we watch it in your room”

“Of course” a knock comes from the door and I flinch we both still and stare at it “pizza” I let out a breath, Eddie looks less tense “imma go get that you go get comfortable” I smile and walk to the room sitting on the bed looking around

He walks in with the pizza and some drinks setting it down “thank you Eddie so much I can never repay you” he reaches for my hair and I involuntarily flinch I can see the pain in his face and he rushes across the room “I’m so sorry I’m sorry I didnt mean to scare you I wasn’t gonna hurt you” he sits on the ground “I’m not my dad”

I rush up and sit next to him “no no I’m not scared of you it was reflex, I know you would never hurt me” I crawl into his lap and he relaxes “I’m sorry it’s just everyone tells me I’m gonna end up like my dad and when I saw how scared you were I panicked I thought I was”

“It’s just reflex im not scared of you I promise promise” I kiss his head and have us stand up “look we are both vulnerable right now so let’s just eat and watch a movie okay?”

“I should be comforting you not the other way around” I shake my head and grab the pizza “eat up okay we are fine everything is fine let’s watch the movie” he sits next to me and I turn on Nightmare on Elm street

For the next thirty minuets we laugh at the graphics and he calms down after a while but I start to fall asleep, when I wake I feel around for Eddie and shoot up when I can’t feel him “Eddie?” It comes out as a whisper in my tired state and I look around “Eddie…Ed’s where are you” he rushes in and I let out a loud sigh

“You were gone where did you go” he stays where he is and looks at me “I went to go clean up I was gonna stay in the living room tonight”

“Can you stay with me please” he looks around and nods walking over and laying down “always” I relax and quickly fall asleep

~

I feel the heat of the room hit me and I wake up i try to shift but feel something holding me in place, correction Eddie is holding me in place and when I run my hand up his chest oh my gosh he isn’t wearing a shirt I mean yeah it’s hot but wow he’s hot, I have my head in his chest and smile I’m cuddling with my bestfriend in his bed while he’s shirtless

I start to trace his face to make sure he’s asleep and smile when he doesn’t wake I then trace his tattoos on his chest I look up at him double checking he’s asleep and leave small kisses on his tattoos and collarbones

He is so kissable I wish every morning could be like this, I lay back down holding him tight again and listen to his steady breathing as well as his heart after a while I feel as if I should make breakfast and slowly start getting up

As soon as I move his arms tighten around me and holds me closer “where do you think your going sweetheart?” I freeze and look him in the eyes “I was um going to make you and Wayne breakfast a thank you for your hospitality” he grumbles and moves us over

“Mmhm no your staying right here” I laugh and try getting up but he’s staying true to his word “eddddieee please let do this” he huffs and burys his face in my hair “five more minutes of holding you than I’ll think about it”

“Okay deal but after I’m making French toast” he sighs and lets out a sound of contentment holding me closer “I love you” I smile and hold onto him trying not to look into it too closely “I love you” I feel him playing with my hair and tickling my ears when the door swings open

“Hey boy I’m gonna go over to-“ we snap our heads over to Wayne and he looks at us suspiciously looking at me than eddies bare chest “oh um sorry” he slams the door and we start laughing “he’s acting like we just make a mini Munson”

“The look on his face was so hilarious but you should probably go clear that up Ed’s” he laughs and hugs me hard one last time before I move off of him and he gets up grabbing his shirt on the way out

“I still expect breakfast” I laugh and he closes the door

I lay in his bed and can feel him all around me “I love Eddie Munson so much” I smile and get up walking into the kitchen “hey Ed’s are you gonna help?” He grabs some stuff out the fridge and looks at me “of course darlin why not” I grab the pan from him and laugh

“Because the probability of you burning something is very high” he glares at me and scowls “hey I’ve only burned things a few times” rolling my eyes as I mix the eggs with creamer and giggle

After two stacks of food and a huge mess we are finally done and start to eat when he looks at me seriously “so are we gonna talk about what happens after this?” I look at him and look back down “what do you mean I’m gonna go home like always”

He slams his fork on his plate “like hell you are I’m not letting you go back there” I look down sadly knowing he’s right “Ed’s I have to or he’s just gonna be more mad” he gets up walking over to me and turns my chair “please sweets don’t”

I place a hand on his face and sigh deeply “what if he says I ran away or something involving the police?” He starts to grab my hands and brings them to his forehead “you turned eighteen two months ago you can do whatever you want we can just get your clothes when he’s not there and you can live here”

“What if I want to go back” he stands up taking his hands away from mine and backs up “you wanna go back there? he’s gonna hurt you or worse and I can’t” I stand up and he looks at me “please let’s just do it my way”

“Why?” He looks at me like I asked him to solve world peace and scoffs “why? He’s gonna fucking kill you and I can’t live without you” I look out the window and stop protesting he falls to his knees and hugs my waist “please baby I’m begging you stay I can’t let you get hurt do you know how much I wanted to kill him for hurting you”

“But why? Because we’re bestfriends?” he stands up again and walks away “because im in love you I cannot let the women I love get hurt no fucking way” my voice gets stuck in my throat “You love me?”

He rushes over to me “so fucking much” he kisses me really kisses me not a little peck or anything simple he kisses me like he needs it pouring out all his emotions in the kiss, it’s sloppy and messy but perfect all at the same time

“I love you too, I’m in love with you” he grabs my chin and looks at me “so your not going back right” and shake my head and kiss him “I’ll never go back again I promise”

“You taste sweet” he kisses me smiling into the kiss and I never want to stop “will you stay with me?”

“Always”

[lesbianshepard]

while frustrating, the funniest response to historical erasure of same sex couples is people wildly overcorrecting and assuming any interaction between two men in history was a secret homosexual relationship covered up by Big Historian. i saw someone on r/sapphoandherfriend sincerely ask if Thomas Jefferson and John Adams were lovers.

[chez-cinnamon]

Some more AU design ideas, this time with Zooble and Queenie!!

Honestly loving them both even if they're first drafts-

And some bonus doodles!! Leaderboard for life.....

[velvetcrowbarcherry]

“He pushed his hair out of his eyes, swallowing. He almost seemed in pain. "Then stop looking at me like that."”

totally chill about this one, rolly. not affected in the slightest.

…….

let it snow (70s!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: what happens when you're snowed in with your best friend (and there's a lot of sexual tension)?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the only living boy in indiana ✶ christmas carols ✶ the library

tags: fluff, mutual pining, best friend!steve

"oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go: let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!"

— let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!, dean martin

somewhere in indiana. december, 1976.

“That snow’s really comin’ down,” Steve mused from his bedroom window.

You glanced up from your book, splayed on your stomach against his duvet. “It’ll be fine.”

Steve let his drape drop back into place over the window, frosted with ice and fogging with the heat from his radiator. He wandered back toward the bed, flopping beside you and jostling the mattress. You huffed into your current chapter.

“Not worried about missing your date tonight?”

You shrugged, flipping the page that you haven’t even read. “Eh. He’s kind of boring anyway."

"Well, yeah," Steve scoffed, twisting to lay on his back. The blankets bunched up with his shifting. "His name is Peter."

"Your name is Steve."

Steve's head snapped your way to sharpen his eyes in a glare. "Hey."

A slow, sideways smile plucked at your lips. You turned back to your book and stifled a giggle, though it burst free when his fingers poked your side.

"Wanna go in the basement? I need a light and Mom'll kill me if she smells it up here."

You closed your book around your finger and gazed at him over your shoulder. "They won't be home for hours."

"It lingers, sweetheart."

“Gross.” You scrunched up your nose and tried to ignore the pulsing ache in your chest. Bless the cold for keeping the heat from rushing to your face. “Don’t call me that.”

Steve rolled off the bed and to his feet, rushing the door and paying no mind to your distaste.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he called, already halfway down the hall. "We can dip into some of my dad's scotch."

So half an hour later, Steve was on his second Winston—the first stubbed out in the glass ashtray on the coffee table—and you were nursing a mug of scotch. Your mug had Santa on it, and you traced his beard with the edge of your nail as Steve fiddled with the stereo.

"Don't have any Christmas tunes," he'd muttered once you settled in the freezing cold basement. "But we can break out the winter music."

"And what do you consider 'winter music?'" you asked.

He lit up a Winston and clenched it between his teeth, already rifling through his baskets of vinyl. "Anything as cold and dreary as this damn town."

Now, Steve was bopping his hips to a jazzy tune found on a very old record from early high school. You remember the day he found it at the record store. It was during his "blue period," where all he wanted to listen to was jazz and blues.

You hid your grin behind another sip as Steve made finger guns toward the ceiling in time to the trumpet of the song, though a giggle burst forth into a gulp of scotch. His head snapped your way, one finger gun coming to pull his cigarette away.

"I hear your giggles, Miss. Grinch," he teased, swinging his leg over the back of the sofa to sit on the edge.

You swallowed down the pungent liquor, wincing when it stung. "I'm not a Grinch. I just don't like Christmas the same way you do, you know that."

Steve blew a cloud of smoke though his teeth. "Yeah, never understood that, by the way."

"Not for you to understand, Hair."

Steve narrowed his eyes at you, pointing the ashed end of his cigarette your way. "Don't call me that."

You quirked a brow, chin tipping up defiantly. "Or what?"

Steve cooly mouthed at his cigarette a moment more. He carefully slid down the back of the couch until he was seated near your socked feet, leaning forward to stub his second Winston out. As it died out in the mess of ash, Steve hooked his arm around your knees and yanked you close.

"Steve," you warned, voice knocked a pitch up. "Don't!"

It took everything in you not to spill your scotch as Steve's thin fingers prodded at your sides. He knew just what spots to press on, just where to squeeze and jiggle to have you twisting and writhing in a fit of laughter. The kind of laughter that had you aching with soreness. The kind of laughter that sent you back to infancy together.

Steve swooped the mug out of your hand and placed it on the coffee table before it could fall—but only so he could ignore your giggled protests to stop as the pair of you slipped off the couch. You tumbled to the hard floor together, a mess of limbs on concrete.

Soon, you were pinned under his heavy weight. His hands stopped tickling and rested stilly on your waist. They slipped under your sweater in the commotion, and now his palms braced your bare flesh without barrier. You could feel him between your legs—the sheer size of him, pushing your thighs apart and stretching them to sting. The outline of him pressed against his jeans.

The laughter subsided to breathless sighs. You gazed up at his pink-cheeked face, splotched with excitement. Your stomach was in your throat. The record stopped spinning some time ago, and now the empty scratch of needle turn crackled through the empty house. The end of your nose was frozen from the cold, but the rest of you was on fire pressed up against Steve.

Steve: your best friend.

"You're so soft," he whispered.

Your breath hitched. His thumb started to move in odd patterns under your shirt. You were suddenly and extremely aware of your hands around his arms—and how firm his biceps were under his sleeves. Every breath that touched your face smelled like Winston smoke. There was a tear in the rug underneath you and it was tickling your cheek.

"Th-thank you."

His thumbs continued. The breathing shallowed. The record spun on an empty track. His eyes were such a pretty color—or, an amalgamation of many colors all in one pretty iris.

You swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry. "I-I should go. Still...try to make my date."

Steve nodded, though he, too, was lost in your eyes. He never noticed how pretty the shape of your eyes were. How long and dainty the lashes were, how they brushed your cheeks with every blink. Did you know? Had you walked around with all this glorious beauty his entire life?

How could he have been so blind?

"Steve," you interrupted. "Get off me."

Steve scrambled to release you of his weight, rolling to his feet and brushing off his jeans. He helped you up—a gentle hand around your arm—and watched you grab your coat from the hook near the door. You've had that coat for years—the fur-lined collar and cuffed sleeves were full of lint and cat hair, and there was a button missing at the bottom.

While you were fishing for your gloves in the pockets, Steve moved the lace drapes over the back door and peered up the steps. There was about three feet of snow blocking the door, and as he watched, more piled over the staircase and across the yard.

"Uh...not sure you should go out in this," he announced.

You flicked your hair out of your face with mittened hands and huffed. "What?"

"The snow's pretty bad—"

"We live in Indiana, Steve. I've seen plenty of snow."

Steve dropped the snow and stepped away, arms folded over his chest. "Is Peter really worth getting stuck in a snowstorm?"

You cocked your foot out, mimicking his folded arms. "Maybe. He-he might be. I don't know."

It was the way his jaw tipped up at you, how his brows raised and nestled together, how his lip curled into a grin akin to the sixteen year old that never got told 'no.' It was the way your heart thumped in your ears with deafening force.

You weren't sure you could be around him right now. Not without wondering how his lips tasted. Not without wondering why he'd never told you he loved you.

"Really? What's his last name?"

"Good question. I'll ask him tonight." You rolled your eyes and whirled around, heading toward the basement steps.

If Steve wouldn't let you leave that way, you'd just go out the front.

"Hey—seriously, you're not going out in this."

"Oh yeah?" you huffed, stomping up the stairs. "Who's gonna stop me?"

A heavy arm hooked around your waist, knocking the air from your lungs with one quick pull. Steve hoisted you back down the steps, and it was only when he placed you back on your feet that you started kicking them. You got one good hit in the thigh before backing away to glare.

"What the hell is your issue?" you spat.

Steve threw his arms out—fucking Christ, his shoulders were broad. His hands were so big, and he had the prettiest pink flush to his face after all that play fighting and struggling.

"I'm not letting you go out in that."

It took everything in you to muster a squint and shoot it at him. You were sweating bullets in your buttoned-up coat.

"Well, I'm going."

Maybe you wanted him to grab you again. Maybe that's why you tried to push past him and dart up the stairs. Maybe you wanted to be chased, manhandled, held by those big, rough hands—Steve couldn't think of any other reason for your second attempt at escaping.

So, he snatched you up again. This time, you ended up dangling over his shoulder, and your feet were quicker to react this time. But your struggles were futile and adorable, and Steve chuckled when he brought you back to the cement floor and blocked off the stairs with a stiff body.

Once standing, you flicked your hair away again. Steve pushed his sweater sleeves up to his elbows. Cords of muscle flexed in his forearms—those strong, wide forearms. The scotch was starting to take effect. The room was getting smaller and hotter by the second, and you couldn't stop watching his lips grow pinker with heat.

"You have to stop touching me," you breathed out, so much softer than you wished it would sound. But you had no strength around Steve when he was at this proximity.

He pushed his hair out of his eyes, swallowing. He almost seemed in pain. "Then stop looking at me like that."

Your mouth ran dry. The room regained its frigidity in an instance. The sizzle of saliva down your throat passed between you.

"Like...like what?"

There was an ache growing in your chest that you were starting to resent. A hollow, weeping ache that squeezed with all its might when Steve looked down and shook his head.

"Nothing."

You watched him a moment. Scuff his shoes through the dirt on the floor. Wipe at his nose the way he does when he's nervous. Tuck his hands into his pockets and roll his shoulders. Meet your eyes only to duck away again.

"What if I...just go home?"

Steve scratched at the back of his neck, tousling his hair. "I'll-I'll walk you."

You nodded. "Okay."

Steve bundled in his coat and scarf, slipping on a pair of ratty old gloves before you pushed your way out the front door. Though you only lived a few houses down, it as a difficult trek. You had to hoist your legs with every step, kicking snow up the back of your jeans and under your coat. The wind whipped flurries at your face and numbed your mouth.

By the time you made it to your own front door, you were shivering and no less flustered than a few minutes ago. You turned around as you reached for the knob, finding Steve at the top step, waiting.

"Thanks for walking me."

Steve shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded. His smile was tight-lipped. "Sure."

You opened the door and slipped inside. Steve watched you kick the snow off your boots against the wall and shimmy your coat onto the hook. He watched you trudge to the steps and ascend them slowly, lost in the world of your own thoughts.

He stepped back and shuffled through the mound of white on your front lawn. He stopped in view of your bedroom window on the second floor, and watched the glass turn yellow in the lamplight. You passed in front of the window on your way to the bed.

Steve echoed a white breath into the air.

Maybe one day.

[chlobody]

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