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damiansgoodgirll · 3 months ago

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IM SAT FOR DONT BREAK MY HEART PART 5 🖤💖

part one, part two, part three, part four

damian priest x reader (platonic), rhea ripley x reader (platonic), the judgment day x reader (platonic), drew mcintyre x reader

‼️angst, crying, nightmares, flashbacks, panic attack, rhea gets violent, family issues, domestic violence, verbal violence, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, reader being self conscious, a little longer than usual, SORRY IT’S ANGST DON’T READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE‼️

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don’t break my heart - part 5

“stop that nonsense y/n” your mom laughed in the background while you were talking about your future with your father “you’re gonna be a doctor or a lawyer, maybe a teacher too, you’re gonna have a good education and find a job, you’re gonna find a good husband and you’re gonna give him the future he deserves for providing for you”

“what about the future i deserve? what about my plans? my dreams?” you screamed for the millionth time that day.

“the world isn’t made of dreams y/n. the world is made of fact and it pains me that you can’t get that into your silly brain” she laughed off “being a wrestler means not having a stable place to say, means travelling around the world and being always broke and your father and i can’t support you till you’re dead” she said, sitting in front of you at the kitchen table where you and your father were talking before.

“i don’t want you to support me forever! i’m not asking you to do that! i’m just asking you to be supportive of my dreams and-…”

“i said stop that fucking nonsense! you’re not going to be a wrestler! i don’t know who put that idea into your head but it’s never going to happen!” she screamed, slamming her hands on the table, making you flinch.

“dad please…” you didn’t want to sound weak, but your father took your side most of the times. except, not this one.

“your mom is right y/n, you need to open your eyes about the world we live in. it’s not made of rainbows and dreams. the faster you learn this, the sooner you’ll apply for college and get a degree and then a job, the happier everyone will be” he tried to be more gentle with you but still, he was siding with your mom and you couldn’t accept that.

“so what do you want me to do? settle for a life that i don’t want?” you asked, tears in your eyes.

“you wanna be a wrestler? then start training because those chocolate bars you hide in your room aren’t doing you any favour” she laughed making you look up at yourself in the mirror in front of the table “oh don’t be so focused on that y/n, you look good but you will look even more fabulous once you’ve got your first belt” she laughed, poking at you, making fun of you.

“mom!” you almost screamed “why are you being so mean?”

“i’m not being mean y/n. i’m just telling you the truth! imagine going out to the country club and telling our friends that our daughter is a wrestler” she joked with your dad, making him laugh “it’s gonna be so embarrassing”

“so this is what is about?” you couldn’t believe your ears “you’re embarrassed! you think i’m gonna make you look good because if i become a wrestler you couldn’t brag about how your daughter it’s better than your friends daughters! because everyone of them have their destiny written and they can’t say no! it’s because you couldn’t handle me choosing what makes me feel good because you didn’t have a choice!” you raised your voice, making both of your parents angry “you didn’t have a choice mom! but that doesn’t mean i can’t have mine!”

“y/n don’t fucking raise your voice at your mother!” your father screamed. you didn’t like when he screamed. he always turned to be violent at some point.

“i made my choice! i wanted to stay at home and being a housewife because that was what was better for this family! for us!” she spat back.

“no, you chose to be a housewife because you got knocked up” but before you could even say anything else, a loud slap echoed through the room. your father’s hand still too close on your face while your mother stood back.

“that’s enough! i told you millions of times that you don’t have to scream at me, or at your mother. now, you either apologise to us or you’re gonna be in big troubles” your father said but you were tired of being controlled by your parents. you were tired of being their toy. so you simply left and hid into your bedroom.

both of your parents follow you up on the stairs, trying to open your door “get this door open or i’m gonna break it y/n!” your dad screamed.

“i’m tired!” you screamed from the other side of the room “i’m so tired of you not listening to me! i’m so tired of you choosing for me! it’s my life and i wanna make my choices, i wanna make my mistakes and learn from them! you are my parents and you should be supporting me not pushing me down! this is my life and i wanna live it the way i want it! being a wrestler is all i want and you can’t keep this from me!” you were crying at this point, your voice cracking everytime you spoke.

your dad broke the door down, entering your room with your mom and start searching for something. when he found a backpack, he gave it to you “fill this with some clothes”

“what?” you asked in disbelief.

“don’t make me repeat things twice. fill this with your clothes, brushes, books, anything you might need, and do it quickly!” he screamed again making you jump “you wanna be a wrestler and yet you’re scared of people arguing” he laughed.

you did as he told you, not even caring what you were packing. once he was satisfied enough with how full your backpack was, he dragged you down the stairs and into the living room, your mom following behind “you wanna be a wrestler?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“more than anything in this world…”

he dragged you to the front door, opening and letting some of the rain wash the entry carpet “then go! go live your dream and don’t come back” he was pushing you out and you were trying your best to resist him but he was bigger and stronger so it took you no time to push you out and leave you in the pouring rain “you wanna be a wrestler? go! but don’t expect us to welcome you back once you miserably fail…”

“what? mom…mom, you can’t kick me out! this is my home…i…what am i supposed to…where am i supposed to go? mom please” you were crying, begging but they wouldn’t have mercy on you.

“i’m sorry y/n but you made your choice, we are letting you go as you wanted…” she wasn’t even upset about the whole situation.

“mom…dad, you can’t kick me out, please…it’s dark and cold and…and it’s raining and i don’t know where to go…”

“no wrestler, no failure will live under this roof” your father said, before closing the door right in front of your face.

you were left there, under the rain, with only a small backpack and big dreams in your hands.

your screams could be heard in the every room of the hotel but you couldn’t help them, not when you were dreaming, not when your dreams turned into flashback of the past, making you live a real nightmare all over again.

damian’s room was opposite to yours and rhea’s was just as next so it took them one second to run out of their rooms when they heard you screaming.

rhea opened your hotel room with a kick while damian turned on the lights. it was clear to them that you were still asleep and they didn’t want to scare you awake.

“what do we do?” rhea whispered to damian, who was clearly as worried as the woman.

“i don’t know…we should wake her up, gently…” he said. his heart broke when he saw your eyes closed as much as you could, like you were crying.

damian slowly walked towards your bed, his hand resting on your shoulder, gently moving it as he was whispering your name to wake you up “y/n…please hermosa, wake up” he whispered sitting next to you.

rhea sat on the edge of the bed. in case she needed to held you back. you had nightmares in your past and it wasn’t new to them but you never had nightmares this strong.

“y/n…” damian whispered again.

you felt him touching your shoulder, in your mind he was someone who wanted to hurt you so you woke up with a loud scream, trying to shove damian’s hand away.

“hey hey…it’s me y/n, it’s damian…” he talked softly, his voice low.

“please…please don’t hurt me, i promise i’ll be good, i’ll go to college but please don’t hit me again…” your held up your hands, shielding your face. you were visibly crying, still confused as you didn’t recognise that you were in a hotel room and not your house, that you were with damian and rhea and not your parents.

“hey mariposa…no one is going to hurt you…” damian soft voice spoke to you, bringing you back to reality. you slowly slowed your hands down, opening your eyes and meeting damian and rhea.

they both had a scared look on their faces. they didn’t know what to do.

“it’s me…it’s damian…” he wanted to wipe some of your tears away but when his hand tried to touch you, you flinched away, making him stop his movements.

“hey love…” rhea spoke to you, tears in her eyes “no one is going to hurt you, i promise you, no one’s here…”

“it felt real…” your broken voice spoke “like it was happening again…”

“can i touch you?” damian gently asked you and you nodded. he slowly opened his arms to let you rest on his chest, helping you calm down “deep breaths…deep breaths y/n…”

you tried to calm down as he instructed you to do, and after a few minutes your breathing became natural. tears were flowing down your face, you couldn’t stop them.

“i’m sorry if i woke you up” you apologised, feeling guilty.

“it’s okay love…” rhea softly smiled at you. they both were genuinely concerned.

“what happened y/n?” damian asked gently , not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“i’ve had this flashback…of when, you know, they kicked me out…and this time it felt so real, like they were here again…like everything it was happening all over again just because she reminded me…” you still cried in damian’s arms.

“who reminded you? who’s she?” rhea asked, looking up at damian.

“liv…i saw her last night, in the reception hall and she said how much of a burden i’ve always been to the judgment day…she said that finn told her everything about my past, about me still being in therapy, about how finn was tired of me complaining and crying…she said awful things that made my flashbacks click in i guess…why would finn told her everything about my past? was i really a burden to him? to you?” you asked, looking up at damian with sad eyes.

“no, no, absolutely no. i told you y/n that you would never be a burden for us…i care about you so much and everything you went through is awful…but i promise you that we will always be here for you…” he delicately wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead.

rhea was fuming.

she couldn’t believe that finn would say something so delicate and private to liv. finn knew everything you went through and he was always there to support you and help you. finn was the one who insisted on you going to therapy and he was the one who would accompany you to the sessions every week. he would wait in the car for hours, but he would wait just to make sure you were okay. he never once left you going alone.

so rhea couldn’t understand why finn used everything about your past against you when he was the first person to come to the rescue when you were in a bad place with your mind.

“rhea?” damian called her when he saw her looking at the door.

“liv is dead. and finn’s too…” she said before moving out your room.

she started looking for the pair’s room. looking for liv first, she started banging on her door, not caring if it was three in the morning.

finn, who was on the next room, woke up when he heard the noise coming from outside “what is going on? what is this noise?”

rhea turned to face him, walking toward him.

“rhea what’s going on?” he asked but before he could continue, she punched him right in the face.

“you’re a fucking bastard!” she screamed, punching him again.

liv came out of the room, trying to separate rhea from liv.

“get your fucking hands off of me! you’re not better that him” she pushed liv away.

“rhea what’s going on?” finn asked, a little concerned from the whole situation.

“why would you tell her? y/n didn’t deserve that…finn, she cared about you, she cares about you, she admires you…why would you do that to her?” rhea kept screaming.

“rhea what?” finn then remembered telling liv about y/n’s past. he didn’t want to, he never meant to tell her but he was upset when you joined damian and rhea instead of joining him. so, that night, he told everything to liv, full of rage and anger, he never imagined liv would use this against you “rhea what happened?” he asked, a worried look on his face.

“she’s not feeling good, thanks to you…” rhea looked at both liv and finn “liv, you’re mad at me, you’re mad at the world, i get it, but don’t use someone’s past against them…you have no idea what she’s going through…” rhea said tired “you’re a woman, be more than this…”

in the meantime, you were sure your screamed woke everyone in the hotel. but rhea was making it worse, you could hear her from your room.

“damian…should we do something?” you asked, your head still resting on his shoulder..

“no, rhea will take care of this…i’ll stay here with you, close your eyes mariposa…you should rest a little” he whispered softly.

you nodded, too tired of answering. you were exhausted and waking up in the middle of the night after a big evening of working took a toll on you.

damian felt for you.

you didn’t deserve all of this. he knew that finn was mad with rhea and him so he couldn’t understand why would finn put you into this.

“is y/n okay?” finn asked to rhea, visibly worried.

“no she’s not, thanks to you…” she couldn’t even watch him in the eyes.

“rhea i - let me talk to her…” finn almost begged while liv watched from the side, realising that she might have overstepped and gone too far.

“absolutely not! you are no longer welcomed around her, not after you just put her through…she woke up crying, begging for us to stop hurt her…i don’t know what you told liv, but y/n is hurting right now and it’s all on you!” rhea said before leaving.

finn stood there, too stunned to speak.

dom heard everything from the other side of the door. he knew that if he got out he would cause more damage cause he also said some things about you to liv. and right now, he was feeling like shit.

finn was battling with himself. hating himself for hurting you.

“let’s go inside finn…” liv whispered but he shoved her away, wanting to escape from that moment.

rhea came back to damian and softly smiled when she saw you sleeping against his chest “should we stay here?” rhea asked, watching your figure as it was peacefully sleeping.

“i don’t think i can move rhea, she fell asleep on me” damian chuckled “you can go back to sleep rhea, i’ll stay here in case something happens” rhea nodded and left the room. she knew you were in good hands.

“what are you doing here?” you shockingly asked when you opened the door of your new florida home.

“it’s nice to see you too” your mom joked “won’t you let us in?”

“no…no i won’t, now get lost” you said trying to close the door but your father stopped you.

“that’s not nice y/n…we taught you better than this” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“really? you fucking abandoned me!”

“we know” your mother said “and we came here to apologise”

“no, i don’t believe you” you scoffed “ there has to be another reason if you came here today. is it because of money? you need money? what do you need from me?”

“we…” your mother couldn’t lie “we have been watching you since you joined wwe” she said smiling, suddenly feeling like a proud mother “and we are so proud of what you accomplished”

“what do you want from me?” you asked again, getting irritated.

“listen we had some problems and we had to sell my car…” your mom said, quite ashamed of that “and we told everyone that we were actually fixing it but money are quite low and…”

“and? and you expect me to give you money because of? it’s gonna make you look bad at the country club or are you that broke that you are not even allowed at the club anymore?” you asked, already knowing the answer the moment neither of your parents answered you “like i thought…” you chuckled “listen to me you either go away or i’ll call the cops”

“are you threatening us, young girl?” your father asked looking angry as always, but this time you were a little less scared.

“no, this is a warning. i don’t wanna see you ever again or next time i’m filing for a restraining order…” you said closing the door right in front of their face just like they did with you.

you woke up again that night, the thoughts of your parents never leaving you.

damian sensed that you were awake but it was only 6 am, he knew you could sleep a couple of more hours so immediately he went on alert.

he looked down at you trying to see if you were crying, but he saw you were looking at the ceiling probably thinking of something or someone “hey…you okay?” he asked softly.

“uhm…yes…” you didn’t know what to answer.

“talk to me…” he whispered.

“they are still here somehow, i still feel their presence and i hate it…i hate them, and…and everything they put me through…but i feel them everywhere i go, everywhere i look, i can hear my mom saying how disappointed she is or my dad saying that if i don’t do well or if i fail i’m gonna be in big trouble…and i can’t do this anymore, i felt like i was doing good with therapy…i felt like i was starting to live again and then…then this shit with the team happens and i feel like i’m getting kicked out all over again…losing finn and dom hurts, i cared so much about them…” you didn’t want to cry again but you couldn’t stop a few tears that fell from your eyes.

“hey…just wanted to remind you that it’s okay to feel sadness, it's a natural part of life but please remember, you are not alone in this, i’m here for you, rhea too…you’re not alone in this journey, you are stronger than you think, and better days are just around the corner…i know this will pass, healing takes time, and i will always admire you for reaching out for help…and you are so brave and strong, i promise you we are with you all the way through this…we are so proud of you ” he told you, making you reach for that comfort you lost many years ago. it was the comforting voice of an adult, of someone who cared for you. it was the comforting words, the words that you begged your parents to say but never said.

and that comfort you found it again in damian’s embrace.

“go back to sleep y/n…you can sleep a couple of more hours and i promise you that i’ll be here once you wake up” he smiled, making a promise he wasn’t going to break.

the voices about a fight between the members of the judgment day flew quickly through the hotel walls. everyone woke up with the news of rhea attacking finn and liv but no one knew why. somehow they knew you were involved but they didn’t know why.

drew got worried when he didn’t see you in the gym. it was like an habituè, every hotel you were in, you were always hitting gym in the morning so he couldn’t understand why you weren’t there.

“shayna” he called when he saw the dark haired woman entering the gym “do you know where is y/n? or damian? or anyone from the judgment day ?”

“oh…you didn’t know?” she asked.

“know what?” he asked, a little worried.

“there was a fight between rhea and finn tonight, i think about y/n not feeling good or something, i really don’t know but punk said there was a lot of noise, especially from rhea screaming” she informed drew before starting her training.

drew was left there, speechless.

you were hurt?

he flew out of the gym and went towards your bedroom.

damian and rhea were both there, you were already awake but too tired to do anything. crying took a big toll on you. your eyes were heavy and red, your head was pounding heavily and you were tired.

you all heard a knock on your door and damian went in protective mode, fearing it would be finn as rhea went to open the door. she was met with a worry drew.

“drew” she whispered.

“is she okay? i’ve heard she wasn’t feeling good…” he asked, looking at the man who was shielding you.

“she is…but it’s not the right moment” rhea wasn’t stupid. she knew there was something between you two and even if she didn’t like it a little bit, she couldn’t help but be grateful that someone like drew was worrying about you.

“rhea who’s at the door?” you stood up, walking alongside with damian “oh…hi drew” you tiredly smiled at him.

“hey…” he smiled, observing your face. you were tired and it was clear to anyone that you had a rough night “can i please talk to you?” he asked and you nodded, smiling at him.

“guys…it’s fine i promise, i’ll let you know if it isn’t” you said, trying to let them go.

rhea nodded and damian smiled at you “we are one door away” you thanked them as they left.

you sat on your bed and drew followed you, his eyes never leaving your face. he was trying to see if there was something, anything that could tell him what was going on but he couldn’t find any sign.

“is everything okay? how’s your back?” you asked him. his heart melted, loving how caring you were even when it was clear that you were the one in pain.

“i’m okay…my back is okay, thank you” he smiled at you “what about you? you don’t look fine y/n” he said but you couldn’t find any words to explain what was going on.

after what happened with finn you didn’t know if you could trust him with something so delicate as your past. you knew he wasn’t finn but you’ve always valued the irish man like family, like someone who you could count on but after last night you didn’t know who to trust.

“talk to me…please” his eyes almost begging. he saw the redness around them, he knew you cried but he didn’t know why.

“it’s a long story and i’m sure you have more interesting things to do…” you smiled at him.

“i have all the time in the world for you, i wanna make sure you are okay, and clearly you’re hurting right now…” his clear eyes never leaving yours.

so you told him everything.

you told him about your family. how your dad was abusive and violent. how your mom used to make fun of you. how they never supported you. how they kicked you out when you were only a teen. how they threatened you and came back once you got famous. how you had to file a restraining order against them because they wouldn’t leave you alone. how, thanks to them, you’ve been doing therapy sessions for years. how you thought you found a new family in the judgment day. how broken you were when the team split up because to you was like living all that happened with your family all over again. how you trusted finn with your secrets and how he went and told everything to liv. how liv used it against you last night causing you the worst breakdown you’ve had in a long time.

drew was speechless. he couldn’t understand how your own family could turn their backs on you. you were their daughter and they were supposed to protect you. so he couldn’t really understand how some parents were capable of damaging their kid so much.

“and that’s it” you said, avoiding his eyes “pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” you tried to laugh but it was more of a sarcastic laugh.

“i’m so fucking sorry you had to go through all of this…there are no words to express how sorry i am, i can’t imagine what you had to deal with and i can’t imagine how painful it must have been and i swear finn is a dead man” drew said making you laugh, a genuine laugh.

“i think rhea took care of him already” you smiled.

“yeah, i heard” he laughed “but i want you to know that i’ll be here for you, what i said last night, i meant it…y/n i like you, i like all of you” he slowly reached your cheek with his hand, making sure he wasn’t overstepping “i like you when you go out in the ring and kick asses, i like you when you are just you, the normal you, i like you when you’re sad or happy, i like when you shy away from a compliment…i like you and i wanna be here for you, if you’ll let me”

and again, you weren’t good with words so you replicated the actions from last night. you moved closer to his body, your hands both around his neck while you moved closer to him. your lips meeting his in a delicate and gentle kiss, almost like saying “thank you”.

he smiled into the kiss, his hand resting on your cheek “thank you for trusting me with this y/n” he whispered before meeting your lips again.

there was an awkward silence for a few seconds. where you just tried to avoid drew’s eyes while his eyes couldn’t leave your face. he understood that you were a delicate person, who’s been through hell and more. and he promised to himself to never hurt you like your family did in the past. he wanted to see you smile every day, he wanted to be the reason for you to be happy, he wanted to be there for you so he made a promise to himself, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.

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PART 6

part 6 will be out after monday night raw cause i need ideas, let me know in the comments if you have any idea you would like me to add!

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resident-gay-bitch · 2 years ago

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Hellraiser

summary: It’s 1987, the upside down is well and truly gone. All that’s left is severe trauma they’re too scared to talk about, and homosexual relaiseations. And Eddie never thought he’d see the day where Mike Wheeler was gay, something he never would have picked. But, heck, he’d seen stranger things. And doesn’t that unexpected reality leave room for the slight possibility that Steve Harrington might be too?

warnings: gay, suggestive language, blatant stupidity, sobbing, Eddie with his hair tied back.

i found the image in my steddie folder and i have no idea who drew it or where it came from, so if you are / know the artist who made this, please comment their @ and the platform they use so i can credit them :) thankies <3

“You’re what?” Eddie pressed the phone closer to his ear, the chewing of his salt and vinegar chip and mustard sandwich coming to a halt.

“I’m going on a date with Will, and I am freaking out.” Mike whispered into the receiver, checking over his shoulder every so often to ensure his family wouldn’t hear.

“Okay…” Eddie ran his hand down his face, “You’re into dudes?”

“Yes.” Mike answered.

“What?”

Mike rolled his eyes, “Jesus christ, you gonna help me or not?”

Eddie stiffened, folding his arms over his chest, “Ye- yeah sure.”

“Okay…” Mike sniffled, “What do you wear on a date with a dude?”

“I don’t know!”

“Your gay! How do you not know?”

“I don’t go on dates, wanker.”

“You don’t?” Mike scratched his chin, “But your out-”

“To you guys.” Eddie sighed, “Cause you wouldn’t drop stupid questions about me and your sister.”

“So you’ve never been on a date with a dude?”

“No.”

There was a long pause, “Well fuck.”

“Can we please circle back to you being gay?”

“No.” Mike pressed, “Later, I’m freaking out.”

“Okay, okay.” Eddie took another bite of his sandwich, “When is your date?”

“In half an hour-”

“Jesus-” Eddie groaned, “You’re not helping the situation, Wheeler.”

“Yeah, I know.” Mike sassed, “Also I need a ride.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Can’t your sister take you?”

“No, she’s with Robin.”

“Right.” Eddie sighed, “Okay, okay. I’ll be over in five.”

“Thank you.” Mike nodded and hung up the phone.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie muttered to himself and turned to find Wayne standing in the kitchen with a beer in hand.

“The Wheeler kids gay?”

“Apparently.” Eddie shrugged.

“Both of them?”

“Apparently.” Eddie took a hefty bite of his sandwich.

“Never the ones you expect, huh?” Wayne smirked, “You know, that-”

Eddie threw his hands in the air. Walking down to his room, “Will you stop with the Steve crap?”

Wayne followed him, continuing to talk as Eddie changed shirts, “I’m telling ya, he might be into you-”

“He’s not.” Eddie grunted, pushing his foot into one of his sneakers.

“Well, if that Wheeler boy is-”

“Wheeler - whilst this is impeccably shocking news to me - is a freak. Harrington is the furthest from freaky I’ve ever seen.”

“He’s always coming over.”

“He hates his parents.”

“Even when they’re on trips.”

“Hates his empty house.”

“Stays the night a lot.”

Eddie grabbed his keys and tossed them in his hand, “It’s never planned, we just end up talking late.”

“Yeah, I’ve said the same thing about every girlfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Steve’s not a girl.” he pushed past Wayne and out to the living room.

“Borrows your clothes a lot.”

“Because he doesn’t have anything to sleep in when he does stay over.”

“You sleep beside each other.”

“I sleep beside Gareth and that too.”

“Not for years.” Wayne protested, “And you always went head to toe.”

“We’re not kids anymore, we can sleep beside each other in an ungay way.”

“But you are gay.”

Eddie dead panned him, “You’re really annoying.”

“I’m telling you, just ask him-”

“I’m not gonna walk up to Steve and say, ‘hey, any chance your a homosexual too, even though your an absolute ladies man and constantly bed them and brag about it to me, wanna be my boyfriend?’.” He grabbed a sweater off the couch and pulled it over his head.

“The fact that you’re wearing his jumper right now practically says that for you.”

Eddie gritted his teeth, “He said I can borrow it.”

“Ah huh.” Wayne nodded, “All I’m saying is, if the Wheeler kid can be gay, why can’t Steve?”

Eddie sighed and walked over to the front door, “Because, he’s just not.”

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Mike threw the door open, half dressed and a freaking mess.

“Holy shit Wheeler.” Eddie shook his head, stepping inside, “Put some fucking clothes on.”

“I’m trying.” He groaned leading Eddie up to his room, “I don’t know what to wear. Help.”

“I’m not a chick!” Eddie threw his hands up.

“Just-” Mike sighed, “Blue or red?”

Eddie scrunched up his face, “Blue?”

Mike nodded and pulled the shirt on.

“Where is this date anyway?”

“Movies.”

“Ah.” Eddie nodded, “Can I ask-”

“No.” Mike groaned.

“You asked me!” Eddie raised his eyebrows, and Mike rolled his eyes, allowing him to continue, “When, how, why?”

He deadpanned Eddie, “Last month, you, Will.”

Eddie nodded, “Me?” He placed his hands on his hips, feeling a little overly confident.

“Yeah…” Mike sighed, “Your insesent rambling about your homosexual realisations made me realise I have them too.”

Eddie shot him a dirty glare, “I feel like that was an insult.”

“It was.”

“Ass.” Eddie scoffed, “So… Byers huh?”

Mike walked out of his room and down stairs, “Shut up.”

Eddie walked out the door and over to his van, the both of them climbing inside, “So uhm, who asked who?”

“Me.” Mike nodded awkwardly, “Kinda.”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah, well… I didn’t ask him out, I just asked if he wanted to see a movie.”

Eddie looked at him, “So it’s not a date?”

“It is.” Mike pressed, “We like… kissed.”

Eddie smirked and started to drive, “You kissed, huh?”

Mike rubbed his forehead in embarrassment, “Look, I didn’t know who else to go to. Stop being an ass.”

“Alright, alright.” Eddie nodded, “I’m just… surprised.”

“So was Will.”

Eddie laughed, “Kids been pining over you for years, dude.”

“I know.” Mike leant on his elbow, “It’s why it surprised him so much.”

“I bet.”

“Don’t… tell anyone. Please?” Mike turned his attention to Eddie, anxiety showing in his eyes, “I’m just- I don’t know how to feel about it yet.”

Eddie sighed, “You’ll get used to it, man.” he licked his lips, “Took me a while to get used to the feeling as well, only I was twelve and didn’t have a boyfriend to show me I wasn’t alone.”

They let the vulnerability sit in the air for a moment, both of them feeling a little lost. Mike cleared his throat, and Eddie puffed out his chest, both of them attempting to ‘man up’.

“You gonna need a ride home too?” Eddie opted for a conversation change, neither of them looking at the other.

“Yep.” Mike nodded as Eddie pulled into the cinema parking lot.

They climbed out of the car and headed in. They jumped right in line to buy tickets.

“That will be fifteen twenty.” The cashier said, her eyes lazy whilst she chewed her bubble gum, she did not want to be there.

“Fuck.” Mike muttered, “They’ve gone up since last time.”

“Summer rates.” She replied.

“It’s March.” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

The girl shrugged.

“I don’t have enough for mine and Wills tickets, plus snacks.”

Eddie sighed and pulled out his wallet, “Never doing this for you again, kid.” Eddie slid a twenty on the counter, “You owe me.”

Mike nodded, and the girl handed Mike the tickets. Mike pulled out ten bucks and gave it to Eddie before running off to the snack bar. Ed stepped up to the counter as she handed him the change.

“Actually, I’ll get one more ticket to whatever he’s seeing.” He handed her the ten, “Gotta pass the time somehow, right?”

She chewed her bubble gum and forced a smile. The ticket machine printed his ticket, and she handed him back the change, making sure her fingers brushed against his palm. Eddie drew his eyes up to her, and she was twirling a strand of bright red hair around her finger, batting her eyelids at him. Eddie cleared his throat and stuffed the money into his wallet, grabbing the ticket off the counter.

“I get off in an hour, you know, if you get bored of the movie.” She smiled.

Eddie looked around, a little unsure of how to respond, “Uh, huh.”

“I got a pretty spacious car round back, if you want?”

“No thanks.” Eddie awkwardly smiled and bounced away.

“Dude,” Mike walked over to him with a grin, popcorn under his arm, a bag of maltesers on top, and two drinks in hand, “did you just get hit on.”

“I think so.” Eddie shivered, “I’m gonna go take a piss.”

Mike nodded, and Eddie wandered into the bathroom. When he came back out, he saw Will and Mike, both red cheeked, making conversation. He smiled to himself, shaking his head and walked over to the candy bar. He ordered a large coke, and a box of popcorn. He looked back over to the kids to see Steve now standing with them. Eddie froze, heart skipping a beat or two. He looked down at himself, cheeks going red as he realised he was in fact wearing Steve’s jumper. He began to walk over to the group, and as he got closer, he noticed that Steve was wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts. He bit his lip.

“Look who the cat dragged in.”

Steve looked up, his face immediately blushing pink and he folded his arms over his chest in an attempt to hide the shirt, “Munson. Did not know you’d be here.”

“Likewise.” They both shared an awkward glance, and Will and Mike smiled at each other knowingly.

“I take it you’re supervising too?”

“Yup.” Eddie nodded, “Mum and dad.”

Steve laughed.

“We’re gonna go in.” Will spoke up.

“Yeah, okay.” Steve nodded, “I’m just gonna get a soda.”

The younger boys bounced off to the cinema, leaving Steve and Eddie to their own, in eachothers clothes.

“I must say,” Eddie grinned, “You got great taste in music, wouldn’t pin you as a metal man.”

Steve smirked and shook his head, “Ah huh.” he poked Eddie’s chest, “And you said you hated the colour yellow.”

He shrugged, “It’s growing on me.”

They decided to share the box of Eddie’s popcorn, and Steve bought them some chocolate before heading in. They sat a few rows back. Far enough away to give the boys some privacy, but still close enough to throw popcorn or heckle at them if they started making out. The movie started, it was a screening of Hellraiser. Fun fact about Eddie; he hated horror movies, even before the terrors of the upside down. They were just plain scary, he hated scary, he hated how easy he was to scare. And then after the traumer of the upside down, and his near death experience, he hated them even more. Steve didn’t like them either. He used to be a horror buff, they were a one way ticket to pound town with just about any girl. Put on something scary, she cowers into his chest, his big strong arms console her, BAM!, they’re making out. But now, he was simply traumatised. Horror movies did nothing but turn him off or make him shy away. So this was gonna be a long afternoon.

Steve and Eddie both tried their best to act tough, to ‘be a man’ as per usual. You couldn’t say the same for Will and Mike, they were latching onto each other for dear life. Eddie shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, terror in his eyes as he tried his best to watch. Steve gripped onto the arms of the chair for dear life. About midway through the movie, Mike and Will started making out.

“Hey.” Eddie shouted and tossed a Reeses Piece at Mike’s head, “Keep it PG thirteen.”

“Ow,” Mike turned back to him, “Asshole.”

Steve pointed a finger at him, “Don’t talk to your father like that.”

Mike rolled his eyes and went back to watching the movie. Eddie turned his attention to Steve,

“You knew this was a date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, lowering his tone so fellow movie goers couldn’t hear, “I’m surprised you’re here.”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, “I’m surprised you’re here.”

He shrugged, “Will and I have a good relationship, I guess. Came out to me about… three months ago.”

Eddie smirked, “He came out to me last year.”

Steve’s jaw dropped, “What the fuck, why?”

Eddie quirked his eyebrow.

Steve shook his head, “Didn’t know about Wheeler till yesterday.”

“Your one up on me there, then.” He smiled, “I found out about an hour ago.”

Steve laughed.

“Yeah, he called me asking for advice. Asking me what to wear and crap.”

“Weird.” Steve turned back to the movie.

Eddie looked at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. Did Steve not know? Surely Robin would have told him.

“I’m relieved that he finally admitted it.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, “What?”

Steve turned his attention back to Eddie, “That he was gay.”

“He’s known for years-”

“No, Wheeler.”

“Wha-” Eddie shuffled in his chair, “What do you mean?”

“I’ve had my suspicions about Wheeler for months now. Since they were reunited.”

Eddie shook his head, “You’re lying.”

“Swear I’m not.” Steve smiled, “Since Robin came out to me, I’ve gotten better at noticing. But, I always suspect the ones you wouldn’t.”

Eddie sunk down in his chair, “So you had both Wheelers figured out, huh?”

Steve gave him a strange look, “Is there a sixth Wheeler I don’t know about?”

“Nan-” Eddie froze, “Never mind.”

Steve stiffened, “Nancys-”

“Robin didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That-” Eddie squinted his eyes, “I probably shouldn’t be the one to tell you. Don’t tell Mike.”

“Are they… Robin and Nancy?”

Eddie nodded, “You didn’t hear it from me.”

Steve sunk back down in his chair, “Holy shit.”

Eddie hesitated for a while, debating whether he really wanted to ask what he was thinking. He looked over to Steve, who was seemingly watching the movie, but in truth was trying to calculate the idea of Nancy and Robin being in a relationship. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath, and forced himself to ask,

“Steve,” He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a whole lot more anxious when Steve’s eyes found him in the dark, the soft glow of the movie screen illuminating his pretty features, “why are you so shocked that I know this stuff and you don’t?”

“Because…” He shrugged, “I’ve known them all for longer. And I suppose Mike is the exception, since he does not like me all that much and admires the shit out of you-”

“He does?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Cool it. He’s just a weirdo like you.”

Eddie flipped him the bird and let Steve continue.

“I dunno, Robins my best friend, it’s strange that the girls told you but not me.”

“It’s not-” Eddie took a breath, “It was per Nancy’s request.”

“I suppose you guys are pretty close now.”

“Yeah… so it’s a cover when we all go out…” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, “You know, you and Robin look like you’re dating, Nance and me look like we’re dating. It’s a cover for all of us- well, not for you.”

“Okay, that makes sense… but for you?”

Eddie just nodded. Maybe he really didn’t know.

“And Will, he told you last year?”

“Yeah…” Eddie swallowed, “I could see myself in the kid, and so I just- I just let him know it was okay.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t really sure what to think, he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He looked at Will, then at Eddie, and it clicked - well, something clicked - they’re both shunned, bullied, called a freak and casted to the outskirts of society. Eddie’s the murderer and Wills the zombie boy. They were a safety net for one another, an underlying sense of natural trust, instant familial love. Which was true, of course, but not the reason Eddie was referring too.

“Right.” Steve smiled and patted Eddie on the shoulder, “That’s sweet.”

Eddie looked at Steve blankly. How the fuck was he not getting it?

“Yeah, sweet.”

They went back to watching the movie. A few moments passed, and then there was a jumpscare. It flashed onto the screen in a second, big, loud and terrifying. Steve and Eddie both jumped out of their seats, shrieking and screaming, trying to crawl backwards, their hands subconsciously interlocking. They squeezed at each other’s hands for dear life, their knuckles turning white and the tips of their fingers turning red. They were both quite strong, so naturally, it hurt, Steve even felt his knuckles crack. They both relaxed back down into their seats, all eyes were on them.

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie called out, “Watch the movie.”

Will and Mike looked at them, then down at their interlocked hands, and smirked before turning back around. Eddie and Steve both blushed and instantly let go of one another, coughing and clearing their throats. Both missing the warmth of the other.

“That was, uhm…” Eddie started.

“Caught us by surprise.” Steve finished awkwardly.

“Yeah…” His eyes dipped down to Steve’s hand that sat on his knee, he swallowed thickly, so desperately wanting to grab it again.

“Do you like horror?”

“Nope.” Eddie said blatantly, “Never liked it.”

“Yeah…” Steve nodded, “Kinda creepy, huh?”

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed and they both looked down and Mike and Will who were cuddled up, “At least someones enjoying it.”

Steve laughed softly. His attention turned to Eddie again, and they just looked at eachother. Eddie tried his best to force back a smile, Steve’s features so soft in this low light. He loved the way Steve’s eyes creased when he smiled, the light array of freckles that danced over his skin, the way his hair always fell in the perfect direction, the little strand that was hanging down over his left eye, the faint stubble on his cheeks after not shaving for a few days, the blush pink tone of his perfectly kissable lips. Eddie was a goner, always had been, head over heels for King Steve since nineteen-eighty-four, but his love only grew over the events of eighty-six. Steve sighed, his lips parted ever so slightly before curling up into a warm smile. Anyone who were to look at them now would think it was the gayest sight they had ever seen, but these longing stares were always shared in private, often in the confinements of Eddie’s bed, or Steve’s car late at night when the windows were all fogged up, Tears For Fears playing in the background. Eddie mindlessly picked at the fabric on the armrest between them, his breath falling deep and heavy under Steve’s intense gaze. Steve licked his lips ever so delicately, mouth suddenly feeling dry, and Eddie felt his insides coil. He wished, more than anything, that he was the one licking Steve’s lips right now. Steve smiled wide, Eddie’s heart raced, his cheeks suddenly felt a whole lot warmer. Thank Ozzy the theatre was always dark. Then, naturally, they were interrupted. There was another loud crash through the speakers, a bright flash shone out over the seats, and everyone jumped. Steve threw his arm out over Eddie’s chest, both of them coiling back in their seats. Eddie brought his knees up to his chest and cowered behind them, leaning in Steve’s direction. Steve’s other arm flew out in front of him in defence, one of his legs ready to kick. Both of them froze there for a moment, taking some time to compose themselves and catch their breaths. Eddie peered up at Steve, and then down at the arm pressed hard against his chest. He smiled to himself, feeling giddy over Steve’s natural instinct to protect him. Steve quickly pulled his arm away,

“Sorry.”

“I thought the husband was supposed to protect the wife.” Eddie joked, slowly lowering his legs back to the ground, “Or maybe you’re taking this ‘king’ thing too seriously.”

Steve chuckled nervously, “Yeah.” He smiled down at Eddie, who was still slumped in his chair, “Or maybe I just know you’re a scared little bitch.”

Eddie deadpanned him, sitting up properly now, “I heard you scream. You can’t say shit, Sir Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “For your benefit… how about we wait for them outside?”

“For my benefit,” Eddie mocked him, “Yeah… keep telling yourself that, Stevie.”

They quickly collected their things and ducked out of the cinema. They sat on the velvet bench across from the doors so the boys would be able to find them easily. Eddie sat crossleggerd facing Steve, and Steve straddled the bench, their drinks and popcorn sitting between them. Eddie grabbed a piece and tossed it up into the air, and caught it in his mouth, a little fist pump to celebrate. Steve squinted his eyes, he liked to challenge Eddie. He grabbed a piece himself, and tossed it up, catching it in his mouth as well. He mimicked Eddie’s little fist pump. Eddie grinned, wordlessly accepting Steve’s challenge, grabbing another piece, tossing it a little higher, and catching it. Steve did the same. Eddie threw two pieces, Steve threw three. Two landed in his mouth, the other hit his nose and bounced onto the floor. Eddie laughed and grabbed three pieces himself, but he managed to catch them all.

“What the fuck.” Steve scoffed, “How’d you do that?”

“I’m good with my mouth, Stevie.” He winked and threw a piece really high, catching it with a smirk.

Steve blushed.

“Watch my drink? I’m gonna go take a piss.”

“If you’re not quick, I might drink it.”

“Go ahead,” Eddie grinned, standing up, “as long as you use my straw. It’s the closest I’m gonna get to kissin ya.”

Steve slowly drew his straw out of his cup and shoved it into Eddies, taking a long sip and raising his eyebrows. Eddie faked heartbreak before skipping off to the toilet. He thought to himself for a moment, standing there over the urinal, the post piss clarity sinking in. Eddie always flirted with Steve, a little too much sometimes, that was a fact. He just loved the way Steve would get all flustered and pink in the cheeks, he also loved when Steve teased back. He never flirted back though. That was a fact Eddie knew, hence why he was so dead set on Steve being straight. Eddie thought Steve would have figured out by now about his feelings. He stopped trying to hide them late last year. He’d probably never openly admit it of course, but if it meant he got to flirt with the boy he loved, then why the fuck not. Steve never asked him to stop. And yeah, it was pretty obvious that most of the things they did together were not the activities of a straight man, but Eddie honestly thought that was purely his influence. And he knew that Steve just craved affection, and attention, and love, so he musnt have minded the blatent homosexual themes throughout thier friendship. Eddie also was sure Steve knew he was gay. The rest of the group did. He told Will first, shortly after meeting him, and they connected a lot. After he caught Robin drooling over Nancy one day, he asked if she was a lesbian. And after a long conversation that primarily consisted of Robin rambling about how she definenly wasn’t, Eddie just smiled and told her he was super gay for Steve. He figured out Nancy’s feelings for Robin too. Whenever the four of them hung out, Nancy would attach herself to Eddie in an attempt to hide her feelings for Robin - who she believed had romantic feelings for Steve - which inevitably led to Eddie trying to let her down carefully. Which led to a tear filled confession from Nancy, to which he simply said ‘Steve is the furthest from Robin’s type… maybe you should let her know you like her too’. So yeah, that’s how Nancy and Eddie became so close, and acted sort of coupley when out in public - to hide away the reality of the situation. But that naturally led to Mike and Dustin berating him and Nancy with questions. Nancy was on the brink of tears, both her and Robin were most definitely not ready to come out - and neither was Eddie for that matter, he was only out to those two girls and Wayne - but he, being the selfless person he was, told the boys they were only fake dating to cover up the fact that he was gay. And then word got around and eventually the whole group, plus some of their siblings/parents knew. So he found the thought of Steve not knowing incredibly ridiculous.

He zipped up his jeans and walked back out to find Steve tossing handfuls of popcorn in the air and trying to catch as many as he could.

“The key is volume.” He smiled when Eddie sat back down.

“I can see that.” He laughed, “I’m also blaming you if we get kicked out for making a mess.”

“I’ll blame you, gotta keep the golden boy rep.” He grinned.

“Jerk.” He laughed and took a sip of his drink.

“Ed?” Steve swallowed.

“Stevie.” Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“So, if Rob and Nance are together…” He rubbed the back of his neck and thought for a moment, “I thought you and Nancy were into each other.”

Eddie snorted, “I can promise you, we’re not.”

“Yeah, but you’re always… holding hands and stuff.”

Eddie grinned, “Only in public, to keep the cover. Plus,” he scoffed, “you hold hands with Robin all the time.”

“Yeah but she’s only into girls.”

“Same sorta thing with me and Nance.” He took a breath, “The very gay, and the not so gay holding hands - best friends helpin eachother out.”

“She’s into both, though-”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah…” Come on Steve, figure it out.

Steve squinted his eyes, “I just can’t believe they are dating and didn’t tell me.”

Eddie sighed, “You’re oblivious.”

Steve shrugged and went back to tossin popcorn into his mouth. Eddie just watched with a smile, taking sips of his drink as they waited for the movie to end. About twenty minutes later, the doors busted open and a small swarm of people walked out. Will and Mike walked incredibly close to one another, but refused to hold hands in the daylight, in public, understandably so. The group walked around the corner to an old diner, a popular date location for teenagers. Mike and Will sat themselves down in a little booth on one side of the diner, and Eddie and Steve sat in one on the other side, still wanting to keep an eye on them, and also give them some privacy (and maybe to get some privacy themselves). Steve ordered a cheeseburger, and Eddie ordered some chicken nuggets - being the big child he is - and they opted to share a chocolate shake.

“Yeah, those sodas were huge, I don’t need a whole shake to myself either.”

Their food was bought out in a flash, and they talked, and joked, and childishly fought over their different opinions of things, all whilst sharing a shake with two straws. Every time Steve leant in to take a sip, Eddie would quickly swallow his food down and lean in two, just so they could stare at each other for a couple of seconds, their faces incredibly close, their noses accidentally touching a few times. Eddie thought he was gonna die, and he scolded himself for getting hard under the table.

“Nope.” Steve shook his head, shoving a fry into his mouth, “I’m telling you man, Back To The Future is way better.”

“Give me one reason why.”

“It just is.” Steve pressed.

“See, you don’t have a good reason.” Eddie smirked, “Terminator is the best time travel movie, hands down.”

“Terminator has Arnold Schwarzenegger in it.” Steve deadpanned him.

“One of the top reasons why I like it,” Eddie grabbed one of Steve’s fries - even though he has his own - and bit it in half, “I like my men brawny.” He winked.

“Ha ha.” Steve wiggled his head, sarcasm seeping through his tone.

God, he was oblivious. Eddie was over it now, sick to the core of this endless game of cat and mouse he was basically playing with himself. So he forced his nerves down, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and looked down the barrel of the gun.

“Honest to god.” He put his hands up in defence, “Hunky boys are my thing.”

Steve glared at him.

Eddie forced himself to smile, “Hunky pretty boys.” He leant on his elbow, eyes fixed on Steve, “They make me all giddy when they take their shirts off.”

“You sound like a girl.” Steve shook his head with a smile.

Eddie sighed, “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not generally, but when it comes to Arnold Schwarzenegger.”

Eddie slumped down on the table, a groan finding its way through his lips.

“What?” Steve chuckled.

“Arnold Schwarzenegger is not a hunky pretty boy. He is just hunky.” He slowly looked back up at Steve.

“I’m lost.”

Eddie sighed, “Hunky pretty boys- anyone come to mind?”

Steve thought for a moment, himself maybe?, he clicked his fingers and pointed at Eddie, “That guy from metallica you try to be like.”

Eddie’s eyes fell half lidded and he just stared at Steve for a moment, “Sure.”

“You’re a weirdo.” Steve shook his head with a smile, “For a moment I thought you were talking about me.”

Eddie’s jaw hung slack, “Would you like it if I was talking about you, Stevie?”

“Oh yes.” He deadpanned, his voice flat and emotionless, “I would love for you to drool over me shirtless.” Not a lie.

“Carefull, Harrington,” Eddie huffed, “you sound kinda gay.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, “And you don’t?”

Okay, brutal honesty, here it comes, “Well, the fact that I actually-”

“Oh shit.” Steve’s eyes were fixed behind Eddie, “It’s almost six, gotta get Will home.”

Eddie bit his lip and slowly nodded, “Yeah, okay.” Jesus Christ, it was like the universe never wanted Steve to know.

They left some money on the table, took one last sip of the shake (together) and grabbed Mike and Will. The younger boys walked ahead on the way back to their cars, Steve and Eddie walking slowly behind.

“Okay, but in all honesty, Terminator wasn’t that bad.” Steve hummed.

“Thankyou.” Eddie waived his arms out, turning slightly to face Steve as they walked.

“But Schwarzenegger is not my type.”

“No shit.” Eddie laughed, “I bet you like the pretty boys, huh. The ones you can protect?”

Steve deadpanned him, spot on.

Eddie pulled his arms up to flex his muscles, “Wanna show off, spread your manhood.”

“My manhood?” Steve laughed.

“Yeah.” Eddie grinned, “Big tough Stevie and his weak little boyfriend to be? Is that how you like it?”

You’re not weak, but small, “Har Har.”

“Got ya right on the money.” Eddie waved his hands out in declaration, “Steve Harrington likes pathetic, pretty men.”

He nudged Eddie’s side with his elbow, “You callin yourself pathetic, Munson?”

Eddie froze, that’s new, he swallowed down the aching lump in his throat, “You calling me pretty, Stevie?”

“In your dreams, Edward.”

Correct. Every night, “How dare you, Edward. Would you like me to call you Steven?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He grinned.

They stopped out the front of their cars, Mike was leant up against Eddie’s van already with his hand on Will’s waist, listening intently as he gushed on about something all pink in the cheeks. Eddie tossed Mike his keys, signalling for him to get in the van,

“You’re twelve, stop with the ogling.”

“Sixteen.” He groaned.

Steve handed Will his keys too and told him to pick out some tunes for the ride home.

“I must say, you’re a great person to share a milkshake with, Steve.” Eddie grinned, his hand brushing against Steve’s hip as he turned to face him, “You don’t hog it.”

“What can I say,” Steve folded his arms over his chest, “I’m a giver, not a taker.”

Eddie giggled, and he felt like a twelve year old girl, “I’d like my shirt back sometime, Harrington.”

“And I’d like my jumper. I’d offer to trade, but…” He pretended to think, tapping a finger on his chin, “now I know you like it when I take my shirt off I think I’ll make you wait.”

Holy fuck, Eddie needed to get out of there before Steve noticed the raging erection he had. Why was he flirting? His own actions coming back to bite him in the ass of course.

“Damn…” Eddie pouted his lips and flashed him the puppy dog eyes, “Was really looking forward to that.”

“So you admit you were talking about me?” Steve leant up against the front of Eddie’s van.

Fuck it, “Who else would I be talking about?” he leant in a little teasingly.

Steve stiffened, he swallowed, hard, “Yourself maybe.”

“Nah, I’m not Hunky pretty, remember?” He smirked, “Just pathetic and pretty.”

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, “I gotta get this kid home or his mums gonna kill me.”

Eddie sighed, “Right… right, yeah.”

Steve licked his lips, the slight pout on Eddie’s made him look so kissable, “So, I’ll see ya round?”

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, watching as Steve walked over to his car.

Steve shot him that adorable fucking smile he loved so much and he thought, what the fuck, I’ve got nothing to lose. So he took a deep breath,

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He turned and looked back at Eddie, his hands on his hips.

Eddie loved when he did that.

“How about next time I take you on a date, for real?”

Steve’s heart skipped a beat, he froze, saying nothing, no fucking way was this happening, Eddie is not-

Eddie cleared his throat.

Steve snapped out of his daze and forced himself to laugh, “Good one, Munson. I’ll knock on your door with a bouquet of flowers.”

Fuck, his heart sank, this was hopeless, “Yeah,” He forced a smile, “I like daisies.”

Steve smiled and turned to get back in his car. Eddie stood there for a while, watching Steve turn the key, say something to will, send him a quick little wave and smile, and drive away. He stood there even longer, his heart aching in his chest.

BEEEEEEEP

Mike wailed his arms out from inside the van, “What are you doing?”

Eddie shook all thoughts from his head - no matter how painful - and climbed into the car, “Sorry man.”

“Dude,” Mike scoffed, “Harrington is not gay.”

“That’s what I said about you.” He grunted.

“Yeah,” Mike laughed, “but Harrington is definitely not.”

He sighed, “Yeah, I know.”

——————————————————————————

Steve pulled up to Robin’s place and ran up to the door. Nancy’s car was parked in the driveway. He shook his head in disbelief. He knocked, rather aggressively, actually, and Robin answered the door with a smile, dressed in one of Nancys shirts. Her smile faltered when she saw the dead glare on Steve’s face.

“You really didn’t tell me you finally got Nancy?”

She awkwardly smiled, “Sorry?”

He sighed and pushed past her, into the house, to find Nancy sitting curled up on the couch, a worried look on her face, “Explanation, please.”

“Uh- about four month-”

“You have been hiding this from me for four months?” Steve exclaimed.

“Sorry?” She offered again.

“You know, I want to be mad, but you did an exceptional job at it.” He turned to Nancy, “I really thought you and Munson were in love or something.”

Both Robin and Nancy shared a confused look before turning their attention back to Steve, Robin sat back down on the couch, “Yeah, and you’ve done an exceptional job at hiding your thing with Eddie, not.”

Steve gave her a confused look now, “Sorry?”

“You and Eddie, you’re terrible at hid-” She squinted her eyes, looking intently at the shocked look on Steve’s face, “You’re with Eddie, right?”

“No.” Steve pressed.

“You’re not?” Nancy added.

“No.” He shook his head.

“What?” Robins jaw dropped, “I thought we had an unspoken understanding that I was with Nance and you were with Eddie because every time we go out you guys stop acting so gay and cling to us, and vise versa.”

“We don’t act gay!” Steve shouted, he didn’t know why, he knew they acted very gay.

“Yeah right.” Robin shouted back, “You literally make googly eyes at each other all day.”

“Well, we’re not together!”

“But you like him!”

“You’re into men?” Nancy asked.

“You’re into women?” He replied.

She shrugged, “Fair enough.”

“Okay, but…” Robin crossed her arms, “why aren’t you together?”

Nancy whispered to Robin, “Ed thinks Steve is straight. Says there’s no point in actually asking so he just flirts instead, takes what he can get. I’m not supposed to be telling you, or Steve this, so shush.”

Robin nodded, “Right.” She turned back to Steve, “Why haven’t you asked him out? It’s been a year.”

“What makes you think he wants me to ask him out?” Steve shouted, wailing his arms around.

Robin jumped up in a huff, marching over to the kitchen for a glass of water, “What makes you think he doesn’t?”

Steve froze, he suddenly got a whole lot quieter, “He’s- he likes girls-” Robin just looked at him and shook her head, Steve’s eyes widened, “He likes guys?”

“Whoopty doo!” Robin quipped, “You figured it out.”

“But- today he-”

“You saw him today?”

“Yeah, just then actually.” he thought for a moment, “But, he pulled his hand away when I grabbed it. And he was- he kept…”

Robin and Nancy just kept looking at each other and then at Steve, on the brink of laughter as they waited for him to figure it out.

“No-” Steve shook his head, refusing to believe it.

“At any point today did he share his food with you?” Robin sighed and walked back to the couch.

“Yeah…” Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “We shared popcorn, and I had some of his soda, and we shared a milkshake.”

“Ah huh.” Robin nodded, “Eddie doesn’t share his food.”

“What are you talking about? We share all the time-”

“Yeah, he shares it with you.” She smiled, “He will not let anyone else go near it.”

“Hmmm, that doesn’t prove anything.”

She sighed, “Okay… Did he find an excuse to call you his saviour again? Or call you tough, strong, a knight, a protector?”

“Maybe…” Yes, all the fucking time.

She nodded, “Did he tease you for wearing his clothes?”

Steve looked down at the shirt, “Yeah… he was wearing mine.”

Nancy dead panned him, “Did you guys do that thing where you stare longingly at each other for like, five minuets?”

“Wha-” Steve cleared his throat, “How did you know-”

“So gay.” Robin shook her head, “Did he joke about kissing you?”

Steve tensed, “Maybe.”

“Did he find a way to call you gay, or make a joke about the both of you being gay?”

Steve folded his arms over his chest, “I- yeah.”

“Steve.” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, “Those are not things a heterosexual man would do.”

“Tommy used to do those things with me-” the realisation hit, “Oh.”

“Oh.” Robin mocked him.

“Oh my god.” His arms dropped to his sides.

“Steve.” Nancy shook her head, “It’s like, common knowledge that he’s into dudes. I’m surprised Dustin hasn’t blabbed to you about it.”

“Eddie’s into dudes…” He thought for a moment, “Fuck, I think he tried to tell me today.”

“Probab-”

“Oh my fucking god.” Steve ran for the door.

“What?” Robin called out.

“He asked me out!”

“What?” Nancy laughed, “He asked you out and you still didn’t pick up on it?”

“I thought he was joking.” Steve pulled at his hair, “Oh my god, I need to go.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” Robin yelled out, “Your stupidity baffles me, dingus.”

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Eddie strolled into his trailer and sat down on the springy couch. He leant on his knees and rubbed his eyes.

“You alright, son?” Wayne asked as he grabbed a couple beers out from the fridge.

Eddie looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, “Steve is definitely not gay.”

Wayne walked over and handed Eddie a beer, “Come on, have a little-”

“I had a little optimism, Wayne.” He grunted, cracking the can open and taking a long sip, “I asked him out, and he thought it was a joke and laughed.”

Wayne sighed.

“I actually asked him out, Wayne.” He rubbed his forehead, biting back tears, “I gave it everything I had, and nothing. That ship of hope has sailed and sunk to the deepest trench of the fucking ocean.”

Wayne sat down beside him and patted his back, “Sorry, son.” he sighed, “I really thought he liked ya.”

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It had been about an hour now, and Eddie was midway through Rocky Horror. He’d curled himself up in a pair of Steve’s sweats he had left behind, his yellow jumper, and nothing else. He nursed a can of beer in his hand, his hair tied back in a low bun, his knees were pulled up to his chest, he had the jumper covering half his face so he could smell steve - probably for the last time -, his cheeks were tear stained, but he wasn’t crying anymore, and he was quietly humming along to the musical. He really felt pathetic. Shame it’s not actually Steve’s type.

“I can make you a ma-ha-ha-hannnnn.” He took a sip, his voice quiet and squeaky much like a mouse, “He’ll do press-ups, and chin-ups.”

There was a soft knock at the door, and he wiped his nose with the sleeve of his - Steves - sweater, “I’ll get it.”

He put the can down on the little coffee table in front of him, shoved the blanket he was under to the side, and stalked over to the door. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Steve standing there with his perfect fucking hair, and his perfect fucking eyes, his perfect fucking lips, his perfect fucking face, and his perfect fucking everything.

“Hi.” He put on a face, pretending he hadn’t been pathetically sobbing for the past hour and a half.

“Hi.” And fuck, did Steve almost die when he saw Eddie’s hair tied back.

“Missed me, Stevie?” Carry on with the flirtatious act so he thinks it’s still all a joke.

“Can’t help it,” He shrugged, “I’m a sucker for pathetic pretty boys.”

Eddie forced himself to laugh.

“Sorry.”

“What?” Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

“I realised you weren’t joking…” Steve bit his lip.

Eddie’s nostrils flared as a new wave of horror washed over him, play it cool, “Joking about what? About thinking Terminator is better than Back To The Future?”

Steve laughed, “No… you know. About practically everything else we talked about today… and everyday for that matter-”

“I have no idea-”

“I just hope you weren’t lying about these,” Steve pulled a bouquet of daisies out from behind his back, “that would be embarrassing.”

Eddie looked at the flowers and then up at Steve, “I’m not really a flower man.”

Steve laughed with a shrug, “Didn’t think so.”

“Right…” Eddie hesitantly took the flowers.

“Look, I’ve come to the realisation that I’m just really stupid sometimes.” He sighed, “You were trying to tell me over and over again today and I just- I didn’t get it… apparently it’s common knowledge, which makes it worse.”

“Yeah…” Eddie swallowed, he was terrified, preparing himself for rejection.

“For your information, you were right on the money when you were guessing my type in men- though, I wouldn’t call you pathetic. Just… in need of someone to look out for you.”

“Har har.” Eddie laughed, this had to be a joke, right?

“I wanna look out for you.” And all sense of humour was lost.

“I’m right here,” Eddie tried to joke, “need your glasses maybe, Steve?”

This was going to be harder than he thought, but naturally Eddie would keep his walls up, so he just kept trying, “I do look out for you, all the time. You already got me… in one way or another.”

Eddie nodded, he was a freaking mess inside, but outside he seemed calm, cool and collected.

Steve sighed, “You know… now that I think back, I realise Will opened up to you because you guys are the same, you both- you could just tell, you could see yourself in him.”

“Okay…” Oh god, here it comes.

“I think I’m the same with Mike. I could see myself in him. We had that built up shitty feeling inside for years that we could never quite figure out, and it took some dorky nerd who was in need of saving to figure out what it was.”

Eddie froze a bit, his heart raced and holy shit, was this what he’d been praying for?

“I know all these stupid things I do with you are not things a straight man would ever do, but for some reason I refused to let myself believe that you might be gay too.”

He said it, he fucking said it.

“Your- your gay?” Was all Eddie could spit out.

“Yeah, whatever the Wheelers got, I got it too.” He smiled that perfect fucking smile.

“Wow.” He thought for a moment and looked down at the flowers, “Wait a second… are you saying I made you gay, Stevie?”

He sighed and tipped his head back, “Jesus, I was hoping you wouldn’t let that fo to your head.”

He laughed, “Oh my, I totally did. I made Steve Harrington gay.”

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t peel the grin off his face.

Eddie folded his arms over his chest, “You laughed when I asked you out.”

“So that was definitely real?”

“Yes.”

Steve awkwardly smiled, “I was hoping it was.” he wiggled a little, “Sorry?”

Eddie sighed, “Yeah, yeah. You kinda broke my heart, you know.”

“Har har.” Steve grinned, but they both knew it wasn’t really a joke.

“So, are you gonna ask me out or what?” Eddie pumped his eyebrows, “I’ve already had my turn.”

Steve rolled his eyes playfully and leant on the doorframe, “You wanna go out some time, big boy?”

Eddie bit his lip, his heart pounded so hard in his chest he thought it would jump out, “Yeah, yeah, good one, Harrington. You’re real funny.”

Steve deadpanned him.

“Yeah I’ll go out with ya,” He raised his eyebrows, “but you’re payin.”

Steve rested a hand on each side of the doorframe, leaning forward on them to bring himself closer to Eddie, “Yeah, yeah. But you gotta promise to actually kiss me, this sharing a straw thing really sucks.”

Eddie laughed and hit Steve in the chest with the bouquet of daisies, “You��re a dork.”

“Nerd.” Steve quipped back.

Eddie leaned in really close, “You sure you wanna kiss me, Stevie? Seems kinda gay to me.”

“And you say I’m the dork.” He smirked.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut, and he pulled himself a little closer to Steve - and then there was a thwack on his back and he jolted forward, bumping heads with him instead.

“Tolda he was gay.” Wayne shook his head and pushed past Steve, “I’m always right.” He climbed into his car and headed off to work.

Eddie scrunched up his face, embarrassment flooding his body. Steve chuckled,

“You told your uncle about me?” He smiled smugly, “Hmm, you really were right about my type being pathetic pretty guys.”

“Shut up.” Eddie groaned.

Steve smirked, “Make me.”

Eddie quirked an eyebrow, a smirk crept its way onto his lips. He grabbed Steve by the collar and pulled him through the door, slamming the door shut behind him. He pushed Steve up against the door, their bodies pressed tightly together, both of them already as hard as wood. Eddie hovered his lips right over Steves as he puckered them out,

“I think you’re gonna be the pathetic one one after I’m done with you, Stevie.”

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Stan and ford pines do you aware that you had fandon of your own who like making fanart about you and do you aware of fanfiction

Stanley: I dunno, ya might not wanna bring up fanart and Stanfiction in front of Sixer here. Not after the... incident we had a few days ago.

Stanford: I’ve seen many disturbing things in my life, but that horror we witnessed was beyond even what the nightmare realm could conjure. That’s why I destroyed it.

Stanley: You’re tellin’ me that you, Dr. Dorktron 3000, who built a portal because ya wanted ‘girls to start talkin' to you finally’, is offended that folks on the internet drew you in a rather generous light, some of them likely including girls? And not just pictures! They write stuff about you, too. I know we skipped out on nearly forty years together, but the Ford I knew as a kid woulda been overjoyed to get that much attention.

Stanford: Yes, but I want adoration for my mind, Stanley! For my contributions to science. My body is merely a vessel for me that I have to maintain on occasion so that I can continue to pursue this world’s mysteries. What use is attention for something I can’t control? I’d rather I be lauded for what I’ve achiev-

Stanley: There it is.

Stanford: What?

Stanley: *raises voice* Oh internet, don’t make pictures of me! I may be a silver fox and can’t control my studliness, but please notice my big sexy brain instead!

Cut the bull, Ford. Also, you look like me. I don’t mean to brag, but there’s a reason they call me Hunkle Stan. And if the internet can love a chubby old conman like me, well... you’re like the fitter version of that. Put two and two together and it just makes sense.

*Ford opens his mouth to argue, but pauses. His brown eyes widen and his brows raise, as if realizing something for the first time. The expression quickly leaves, though, replaced by a neutral face. Though anyone looking closely would notice that he is fidgeting with his hands, at first behind his back, then brings them forward and rubs one of his sixth fingers.*

Stanford: *sighs* Alright, fine. I won’t bring out any more nuclear weapons if the internet continues to make art of me... for whatever reason. But it better be fanart that emphasizes my dedication to knowledge, my skill with advanced weaponry, and most importantly, my bold sense of adventure into the world’s greatest - and weirdest - unknowns.

Stanley: A badass, then?

Stanford: A smart badass, to be exact. A scientist who’s as willing to investigate the strange as he is to protect those he loves from it. Something along the lines of this:

Stanley: Well, internet, you heard the man. Ford wants pictures and stories about being a sci-fi sideburn badass. No more speedos. Though if some were to just happen to show up in my mailbox...

Stanford: Nukes, Stanley.

Stanley: Hey, ‘til you start pitchin' in towards the electricity bill - which is ridiculous thanks to your nerdamagookery downstairs - I’ll do anything I need to to keep this place running. Just think of all the hunkle art and merch we could sell to hordes of fangirls in the gift shop!

Stanford: Nukes.

Stanley: Pfft, alright, fine! Wet blanket...

---

*That night, Stan walks down the Shack hallway to use the bathroom. However, someone’s inside. Stan is certain it’s Dipper, as he’s the usual culprit when the bathroom is occupied and music is blasting within. However, there’s no BABBA to be heard. Instead, synths and distorted and glitchy sound effects can be heard, as if someone is listening to a science fiction movie soundtrack. A little quieter are the small ‘pew pew’ and explosion noises, obviously made by someone’s mouth.*

Stanley: Hey, Dipper, quit nerdin’ out in there! All that Pitt Cola I drank is kickin’ in and-

*The music stops. Pure silence.*

Dips!?

*The twins peer around the corner.*

Dipper: Grunkle Stan, I’ve been in the living room for hours.

Mabel: Yeah, we’ve been watching this cool new show called Things are Strange! It’s about this little town in Indiana and there are all these mysteries and hot teenage boys and this cute monster called the Demogorgon!

Stanley: What? Then who...?

*Stan narrows his eyes and puts his fists on his hips.*

Ford? Ford, I know it’s you in there!

Stanford: I’m busy!

Stanley: Even with that permanent stick up your rear I know it doesn’t take ya that long to finish. And what’s with the nerd music? Look, Poindexter, you’ve got to the count of three...

Stanford: Stanley, this is my house! I can stay in my own bathroom for as long as-

Stanley: Two... I’m pullin’ out a bobby pin!

*A loud bang sounds as Ford puts himself up against the door. Stan takes out a bobby pin and unlocks the door faster than what seems physically possible.*

Alright, what are you doin’ in...?

*Stan manages to push the door back to reveal Ford in the bathroom, shirtless but wearing the pants, boots, and oversized goggles he wore when he walked out of the portal a year before. His scars and burns and healed wounds from the other dimensions are on full display. The rifle he had carried back from the portal is wrapped in his arms, as are two of his pistols, latched into hip holsters. His turtleneck and trench coat are nowhere to be found. The only tell of what might have just been going on is that the steam in the mirror from an earlier shower has been wiped away.*

What in the absolute- Ford? What the hell were you doin’ in here?

Mabel: Grunkle Stan, don’t be so rude to Grunkle... *Peers in alongside Dipper.*

Stanford: *Cheeks turn beet red.* There... there was an eldritch beast that wandered in here. I had to make sure I killed it.

Stanley: Why were you playin’ music, then?

Stanford: I... I needed to distract it.

Dipper: Why’s the mirror cleared off?

Mabel: Wait, Grunkle Ford, were you posing in front of it?

Stanford: N-no! I told you, there was an eldritch abomination in here! Now, clear out while I continue to look for it. If it harmed any of you, I don’t know what I’d do.

*Stan, Dipper, and Mabel glance at each other silently. Stan and Mabel burst out laughing, meanwhile Dipper's eyes get nearly sparkly as he glances at Ford’s guns and scars.*

Stanford: I’m telling the truth! *Pushes them out and shuts the door and locks it again.*

Stanley: Oh sure, Ford. Be sure to put the sci-fi doofus track back on before you continue your epic nerd adventure!

Dipper: For what it’s worth, Grunkle Ford, you look cool!

Stanley: Quit kissin’ his butt, Dipper. Yeesh, keep talkin’ like that and I’ll start thinkin’ you write fanfic for Ford like Soos does.

Dipper:

C’mon, you don’t think I’d write fanfiction about my own great uncle, would you? What would I write about, anyway? How cool he looked coming out of that portal? How much I hope I turn out like he does someday, all buff and smart and awesome and battle-scarred?

Stan and Mabel: *Raise a brow.*

*Eventually, all three walk away from the door, Stan grousing about having to use the outhouse this late at night.*

Stanford: *Looks at the CD player by the sink.* Sorry old friend, looks like I’ll have to go without you from now on.

*Ford puts one boot up on the closed toilet, adjusts his goggles around his neck just so, then holds up his rifle with one hand somewhat behind his torso, the other angled so that his bicep is flexing. It’s at least another hour of him going through different poses in front of the mirror, some with the rifle, some with only one pistol, a few times with both pistols out. Through it all, he makes pew-pew and explosion noises.

When he hears that the Shack has become quiet, he finishes, nods at himself in the mirror, then heads out to go back up to his room. But first, he decides to go down to his lab to put the large rifle back.

He walks into the Gift Shop to find someone is there. He lifts his pistol and cocks it at the figure.*

Soos: Dood! Put it down!

Stanford: Soos? *Puts pistol down.* What the hell are you doing here this late at night?

Soos: Well, what are you doing here, in the Gift Shop, late at night, looking so... hunky?

Stanford: ...

Soos: ...

Stanford: Put that down! Wait, hey-

*Soos runs out of the Shack, screaming something about doing it for the internet’s sake. Also, because Stan said he’d pay him for any and all shirtless Ford pictures he could scrounge up.*

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #askthestans #Soos did it for you guys #but hey you know what Ford finally feels good about himself so that's cute #I imagined the sci fi music to be like the Mass Effect soundtrack or the Disto track Brad Breeck made but das just my headcanon

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shxtodxroki · 3 months ago

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Match-Up Exchange

These are some match-ups done for @jetblackw1ngs as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Hi hi, I finally got your match-ups all finished up! I really hope you enjoy both of these, I really appreciated both your patience through this exchange and also how kind you were :> I had a lot of fun writing this, and you’re welcome to pop back over to this blog any time if you have a request or wanna chat/be friends! Also apologies in advance for any spelling/grammar errors I missed!

For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:

Koshi Sugawara! :D

Reasoning:

I honestly really struggled with this match at first, there were several good options in my head but none of them felt perfect until I thought about Suga. But he’s a perfect match for all of the things you look for in a partner, his love languages I feel would align very well with yours, and I think he’d just really like you as a person in general!

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- To start off, Suga would definitely find you absolutely beautiful :> I think he’s an especially big fan of your freckles and beauty marks, they’re his favorite place to press kisses on and sometimes if you lay in his lap, he likes to try and count your freckles because he just finds them so cute

- He also loves your attitude, he finds your confidence so admirable. He knows exactly how wonderful you are, and it makes him so happy that you know that too, and that you don’t take shit from anyone or worry too much about the opinions of others. He’s definitely the type of boyfriend who would hype you up and tell you how awesome you are regularly

- But he’s also the type to enjoy some playful teasing! He loves your sarcasm and can easily give it right back, but it’s always playful and light. He just loves how comfortable the two of you are together, your dynamic is so playful and loving <3

- I think he’d also find it super endearing how you like to draw on him. He may occasionally whine about it when teasing you, but in reality I’m sure he loves showing up to practice sporting your beautiful drawings and bragging to all of his teammates about how his wonderful girlfriend drew them :] He literally takes any chance to show you off, he’s so proud to be yours

- And when he’s not being playful, I think he’s definitely an acts of service kind of boyfriend. Suga often grabs you a cup of boba or a pack of mochi if he’s out and about, and he loves just doing small things for you like making lunches for you with all of your favorite fruits and foods :> But he usually steers clear of vegetables because he knows you don’t like them!

- He absolutely loves your taste in media too! I feel like Suga would be an absolute sucker for rom-coms, he seems like the type to get super invested in them and is always criticizing the main character’s decisions lol. And he loves watching kids movies like Kung Fu Panda with you too! It’s a nice, relaxing way for him to unwind with you after a long day of practice, and he loves seeing the smile on your face whenever you get to share your favorite movies with him

- He also loves your random facts. He finds it to be such an endearing habit whenever you randomly sprout off a fact he never would have even thought to look up himself, and after being together with you for some time, I feel like he’d find himself in the habit of randomly sharing the same facts you tell to him with all of his teammates when it’s one he finds particularly interesting

- He’s definitely the kind of guy who’s comfortable bot with rambling and chatter and with silence depending on the mood, and he’s happy to each get time on your own as well as together. He loves spending time with you, and he cherishes the time you two get together like nothing else. But he also appreciates that you’re someone who wants time to yourself/with your friends, and honestly, he thinks it’s a really healthy balance to have in your relationship. He doesn’t expect to be attached to your hip 24/7, he just enjoys and makes the most of the time you two do spend together

- And he’s also a great partner when it comes to respecting your boundaries, admitting his faults and taking accountability when he’s upset you. He’s very big on communication, and when you tell him that something he’s done makes you upset or unhappy, he’s more than willing to accept that and change his behavior. You mean more to him than anyone else and he’d never want to make you uncomfortable, so he’s more than happy to adapt to and respect your needs <3

Second Choice:

Honestly I had several people in mind when I first thought of your match-up, but once I thought of Suga, all of the other options just didn’t feel quite perfect in comparison. I do think that bot Iwaizumi and Akaashi could have also been good matches for you, as they would both meet most if not all of your needs in a partner, I just felt tha overall Suga would match your energy perfectly and was the best fit as a partner for you :>

Song For Your Relationship:

Would You Be So Kind by Dodie <3

For JJK, I’d Match You With:

Suguru Geto! :D

Reasoning:

Honestly, as soon as I read your description of yourself I felt like Suguru would be the perfect match for you. I think you’re the kind of person who would quickly catch his attention, and he meets everything you need from a partner to a t. I just think the two of you would mesh perfectly together in all honesty!

Headcanons About Your Relationship:

- Honestly I feel like you and Suguru are similar in a lot of ways, he loves how you’re not afraid to openly be yourself and share your thoughts and how perceptive you can be. He’s definitely respected you a lot ever since he first met you, the similarities between the two of you were honestly what drew him to you and made him so attracted to you from the very beginning

- He also finds you beautiful, though, of course. I think he’d love your piercings, and he enjoys having someone to go look for jewelry with even if you guys don’t wear the exact same kind. And I feel like he’d be a complete sucker for your curly hair as well, he thinks it’s so so beautiful

- I also think he would love your taste in movies! He would definitely be a big fan of Edward Scissorhands, he’s a lover of Tim Burton in general so he’d be happy to watch that movie over and over with you or play it in the background as the two of you spend time together. He loves thrillers in general too, though I do think he’d enjoy a good romantic comedy as well as long as he can get invested in the plot

- Arcade dates are some of his all-time favorite dates to take you on! He loves competing against you and teasing one another on the two-player games, but when you’re playing on your own and you’re not opponents he loves cheering you on lol (And he feels a small rush of pride if you do the same to him when he’s playing) He enjoys taking you to amusement parks too, loves cheesy things like kissing on the ferris wheel and will easily win you a prize at one of the games if you want him to <3

- He’s the kind of boyfriend who’s happy to kill/dispose of bugs for you when you spot them. He may occasionally tease you about it, but he doesn’t mind bugs at all no matter how big or gross they are, so he quickly becomes your de-facto bug killer

- And Suguru would be very good at showing you love in the ways you crave the most. He’s always doing small things to help you out or make you smile, half of the time you don’t even notice when he’s done something for you because he doesn’t mention it. He doesn’t do things for praise, he just likes to make your life easier and make you feel seen and loved <3

- He’s also very good at finding a balance of independence and connection in your relationship. He enjoys having time for both of you to enjoy on your own or with your own groups of friends, but he also makes sure you two get plenty of time together despite his busy schedule. And he loves small displays of affection whenever the two of you are out together, he’s always holding your hand just as a small way of showing you off especially when you’re around his friends

- He finds your habit of drawing on him so cute, and when he’s stressed, the feeling of your pen running along his skin honestly helps calm him down and pull him away from the stressed and overwhelmed thoughts flowing through his mind. And he enjoys a more alternative aesthetic anyways, so he enjoys the look of the “tattoos” you leave on him and likes to show him off when he gets the chance

Second Choice:

This one I honestly didn’t struggle with nearly as much, Geto felt like he met all of your needs and wants in a partner perfectly. If I were to consider another character, maybe I’d pick either Yuji or Nanami. Both feel like they meet the majority of your qualifications for a partner, but Suguru just felt perfect in practically every aspect and I think he’s definitely the best match for you overall!

Song For Your Relationship:

It's You by Ali Gatie <3

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quirrrky · 2 years ago

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「09. UNEXPECTED」

『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT » (NEXT WEEK)

𐑂 1.9k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? 𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

"You don't have to go, if you don't want to, Y/N." Your best friend told you over the phone while you tended on your garbage bag.

"Yeah, they're just using the excursion to have a date with their significant others and, even worse, to boast their rich boyfriends." You rolled your eyes, recalling how Nako would use every situation to brag every designer bag her boyfriend would get for her.

"Just file it as a leave, okay? I have siblings. I can call one of them to come over and pick me up from the airport."

Today was the day you had to decide on whether you'd come to the company excursion and yet your first choice was to bail out. You sighed and headed out of your apartment, dragging with you the rubbish you had for disposal.

"I'll still try my best to meet you there." You told her and eventually you excused yourself from the call as there'd be no signal inside the elevator. Just in time, before the door closes, Tsumu came in with his own garbage bag in hand.

No, he definitely didn't know you'd be throwing the garbage at this very moment and planned to tag along with you.

"Got any movies you wanna watch next time?" He started, while casually taking your garbage bag from your hold to help you out.

You drew in a deep breath. "As long as it's not volleyball. I prefer to watch a game live."

"Then! I can bring you to one of mine! Gotta show you how I win." He suggested enthusiastically. You just weakly chuckled at him and didn't;t even have any smarts retort and that's when Atsumu picked up that there's something bothering you. "It's about the excursion stuff."

"How did you-"

No, he definitely didn't listen on your conversations and snooped around your business.

Sighing, you shook your head. "Of course, you listened."

"Correction, I heard."

The elevator doors opened and you both stepped out from it. You not telling your decisions meant that you hadn't make one. After all, Atsumu knew very well that those bitches had set up a trap for you but it wasn't easy to just take a leave like a coward.

You walked with him to the bins and, while he threw your garbage bags together, your mind still wandered.

"Just go," he suggested as you both headed back to the apartment.

"What?"

"I mean, no matter what happened you got a face to show." He pressed the button up. "If you run away now, you'll run forever. Stop runnin', Y/N."

You gulped at his words. Ever since you were little, you always chose to avoid everything that up until now, you just kept on running away. If, at first, you were given a chance to avoid Atsumu, you had probably done so. You actually even did during your early stages together, but it was his annoying persistence that always blocked your road from doing so.

Finally reaching your floor, you stopped at your doorstep. "Tsumu, thank you."

Suddenly, his breath got caught in his throat, not knowing what to feel whenever you gave him such expression. "W-Why?"

"For the advice."

"No, I mean...why're ya smilin' at me like that?"

You chuckled. "You really made me feel better."

His cheeks flushed as he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. "Nah, it's nothin'" No, it's everything. It's his very first time giving an advice to someone without offending them. It meant so much for him too. "Just call me and I'd be there for ya'."

You opened your door and said to him before entering, "I'm counting on it."

Taking a deep breath, you headed inside your office building. Your grip on your bag's strap was so tight your knuckles were turning white. You knew what you're stepping into but it's better to be true to yourself than join them or even think of running away again.

You saw them all dressed up in their casual clothes and were now preparing to board the bus downstairs.

You opened your computer and acted like you didn't care even if you'd be alone in the entire floor. You remembered what Tsumu told you the other night and mustered all the courage you could get.

However, that resolve was quickly challenged when Nako approached your desk.

"Y/N, since this would be considered as work day, I think you should know that you should come with us."

"No, I'd be staying here." You said, making sure she heard the period in your statement.

"But we need you with the preparations."

You felt heat running up fro your spine, completely burning the back of your neck. "W-What do you mean preparations?" You tried your best to keep your composure.

Nako proudly pointed at the pile of boxes. "We need you to get those inside the bus. You're gonna help us set-up and clean the place too, so you'll be coming with us."

"Sorry, but I won't go with you."

"Since, you won't be participating in the excursion, you're now tasked to assist with the preparations and such."

"Wai-"

"I have to go now my Hiro-kun is waiting for me and we have to board the bus."

Even if she said that, you still won't be taking her demands as the final answer. You approached your manager with hopes that he would listen to your cause but...

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I won't be going anywhere, sir. I checked out of the excursion."

"But Nako told me you volunteered to assist the organizers."

"What?" You said in shock. "I didn't. I-"

The manager came to a pause and realized everything.

"I'm sorry this happened, Y/N, but we have no one now, too." He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Even if I want you to stay here, I was advised that no one should be left here alone for security purposes. We lack one people now. I know it's not fair to you, but please just do this for me." Your manager humbly requested and you couldn't say 'no' to his hopeful and almost desperate eyes. After all, he's one of the three people who were kind to you.

"Okay, sir." It felt dry and tasted bitter in your throat, but this was the harsh reality.

"I got you, Y/N. Don't worry." He leaned in and whispered. "I'll approve the emergency leave you have on stand-by for whatever reason. I'll take care of Nako for you too."

You gave him a sullen smile. Your shoulders slumped in dejection as you went to where the boxes were. There was a giant cooler, which contained the meat for grilling and some sodas. The grilling set was inside one of the boxes and there were also other items.

You gulped and instinctively glanced down on your high-heeled shoes and your overall corporate get up. You even decided to wear a skirt today not knowing that this would happen.

This was what Nako had planned!

Your brows were crinkled as you carried one of the boxes with so much resentment. You fell into the trap, but it's your own choice anyway. This was your own doing. If you hadn't let her step on you in the first place, if you hadn't run away when you could face her, this thing wouldn't lead this far. That did;t mean Nako didn't have her own share of fault too, but you couldn't bring the entire blame all to her.

Your feet shook as you walked outside the elevator going to the where the bus was. They all just lined up there and took pictures. No one's even helping you out. You firmly closed your eyes. You seriously felt like crying now, but you mustn't show them how deep they cut you for doing this. You bit your lip, trying to remain strong as you placed the box inside the compartment.

"Y/N, hurry up! We're about to go! Don't carry it one by one." One of Nako's friends shouted, insensitively.

You weren't supposed to do this anyway! Just carrying a box was hard enough and now they're demanding for you to rush it and bring everything all at once.

You came across your manager and saw that he carried one of the boxes too. "Sir..."

"It's okay. It's okay. This is my favor from you anyway."

You gave him a prim smile but saw Nako's group frowned at what happened. You headed back inside before you heard more of their complaints.

Catching your breath, you pulled yourself together. You only have one box and a cooler left. There's now way you could carry those two at the same time! You grabbed the box and rushed towards the elevators.

This was not about them making it hard for you anymore. It was a given. This was all planned. It's how you'd act gracefully through this tough situation. Never show them that they're getting into you.

Approaching the bus, you were about to place the box inside when someone took the item from your hand.

"Sir, I got this." Only to realize that it wasn't your boss. "Atsumu?" Your eyes widened and he beamed at you like he just saved your day.

"I told you, ain't it? I'll be here for ya." He winked at you and placed the box inside the compartment.

"What? How did you-" You took in his nice jacket and black t-shirt. God, he looked so handsome. You couldn't believe what's happening.

"Are they givin' you a hard time here? Are ya tired?" He brushed your forehead like he was sweeping your sweat away. "Just play along." He whispered and placed a swift kiss on your cheek. "Leave the rest to me and just walk me through 'kay?"

"Tsumu-" You were about to protest when one of Nako's friends chimed in in utter disbelief.

"Wait. Aren't you Miya Atsumu? The start athlete Miya Atsumu?"

Your officemates began chattering around with the sound of his name. Even their boyfriends and your male colleagues were stoked.

"Yes, I am." He said proudly, putting his hands on his waist.

Nako came forward. Her eyes were wide and her expression was that of total shock and despair. "Why are you here? W-What does this mean? Y/N is..."

Atsumu pulled you close to him and he didn't just put an arm around you, instead he grabbed you by the waist with a grip so firm. "Y/N's my fiance."

Everyone gasped including you. He chuckled and pinched your side a little. "C'mon...Oops! I forgot. She hadn't said yes yet."

What the...

This was all kind of messy and wrong and you knew you got to stop this act. You were never in support of being in a relationship just to gain prominence or whatsoever. Let alone, fake one. However, seeing Nako's distraught face was, in a way, kind of satisfying. It felt like you'd won for the very first time and, at last, through Atsumu you gained a solid ally beside you.

"Please..." You heard him subtly pleaded beside you as if completely pushing you forward to take up on this chance.

You looked up to him, searching his eyes. At face value, who wouldn't have Miya Atsumu as their boyfriend? He's hot, funny and a known champion, but most of all, he was your friend and he came at the right time when you needed someone to stand by you.

You sighed in defeat, giving him the signal that you're all in for the biggest joke of your life thus far. After all, Nako declared a war against. you when she plotted this scheme. It's not your fault that you had a powerful weapon beside you now.

Atsumu grinned. The twinkle in his eyes showed the mischief he had in store to make this experience a painful defeat against your annoying officemates. He couldn't wait to show you what victory felt like.

Atsumu took your hand. "Let's go now, princess."

You winced at the petname and started questioning yourself. Did you really make the right decision?

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chiliiscereal · 4 years ago

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Okay, apparently my brain has nothing better to do, so I got a SINGLE prompt for ya. U ready?

...✨Living with the turtles✨

Rottmnt headcanon: living with the turtles

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-living with the turtles is both fun and... not XD

-lets be really, Mikeys an early bird!

-you simply can’t sleep in past 8 there’s just no way

-Mikey wakes up every morning like it’s Christmas

-“there’s stuff to do today! You can’t be a slug and stay in bed! Move move move!”

-lots of jumping on your bed until you wake up

-usually everyone eating breakfast together is not a thing, as everyone is usually doing their own thing

-but if you cook anything you better be ready for all the turtles to ask for some

-you’re also now the honorary judge for literally every single competition

-need someone to judge who can do the best kick flip?

-you’re their human

-need someone to see who can balance more fridge items on your chin?

-there you are

-lots of working with splinter in that field

-you’re also the one who anyone else goes to for validation

-for some reason you can’t understand, they can never compliment each other’s work

-“hey I need you to look this over, tell me if there’s anything wrong with it, possibly-.”

-“compliment you about your work?”

-“well, if you insist.”

-will drag you to his lab or drag his lab work to you so you can admire it

-doesn’t matter if you’re reading or sleeping

-when he’s ready for you to see it then you’re ready to see it

-“it’s literally 1 am.”

-“come on get up I need you to compliment my work!”

-“alright just stop pulling on me!”

-as for GIVING attention he’s not very good at it

-he’ll try, that’s for sure

-but heaven knows he won’t compliment you to your face

-the only physical affection you receive is if he goes to you first for help

-“I only need you because I need you to hold these wires and you have more fingers than you know what to do with.”

-it’s not just Donnie though.

-it’s Mikey as well

-“look at what I drew!”

-“wow this is awesome! How long did it take?”

-“oh... about an hour?”

-“that’s really good!”

-“really?”

-will even ask you to put it on the fridge

-you give in and get a bulletin board in your room for him to pin all his work

-it’s covered with his drawings by the end of the week

-needs lots and lots of hugs

-randomly jumps on your back for a piggy back ride

-you gotta be ready for him at any given moment or else you’re both gonna end up on the floor

-and who could forget Leo

-not you that’s for sure

-he’s make sure you’d never forget he needed attention

-Leo’s definetely the type of guy to get ready to pull a stunt and dedicate it to you before doing it

-“for Y/n’s honor!”

-“Leo you’re gonna break you’re neck if you do that!”

-“it’s for your honor so it’s okay!”

-jumps out from every corner to scare you

-can never seem to get you to flinch

-this boy’s gonna get you to jump one day though

-don’t be surprised if he walks up next to you and just casually rests his elbow on your head or drapes an arm over your shoulder

-will randomly poke your side just to see you jump

-Raphs no better than his brothers in the attention department

-especially with weight lifting

-“5...6...7 *notices you walk in* 37...38...39...”

-he doesn’t go around giving affection like Leo and Mikey though

-his love language is helping with anything you need, such as as helping you reach a high shelf

-very comfortable just picking you up and moving you out of the way

-doesn’t matter if it’s to get you out of danger or if you’re blocking his way to the pizza that just arrived

-only responsible roommate out of the four

-only one that washes the dishes

-video games all the time

-you can’t live with the turtles without liking video games

-you and Mikey bake and cook all the snacks for video game night

-of course, Leo also has a rivalry with you

-not one like the old rivalry between Leo and Raph in other versions no no

-it’s the playful “hey wanna take me in hockey? I bet I’ll wiiiiinnnn~” or “I’m gonna best you at this and you’re gonna go crying to splinter!”

-winner gets bragging rights

- you also can’t live in the lair without being besties with April

-come on, she’s cool as hell!

-she’s the one you talk to about human problems or just complaining about the turtles in general

-nosey boys

-very very nosey

-there’s no way to have secrets in this lair

-you have a diary?

-expect Leo to go through it in one night

-you read fanfiction or write fanfiction?

-oh Donnies keeping tabs on each chapter

-he’s updated all your tech, he can definetely see what you look up and access it from his computer

-hey, living with them isn’t always going to be sunshine and rainbows

-you’ll always find Mikey in your room admiring any decorations or books

-he’s constantly borrowing your stuff and not asking

-Raph is probably the only one that understands personal space

-...unless it comes to him worrying about you when you leave the lair

-will text you all the time, asking if you’re okay, even if you’re just hanging with a friend or going to the store

-since they always invade your privacy, they always know if you aren’t feeling okay

-the moment you step foot in the lair they’re asking what happened

-and if you try to say there’s nothing wrong oh ho ho ho you’re in for it

-Donnie is pulling up articles, Mikey is bugging you, Leo is trying to activate his face man powers, and Raph is sitting in front of you and asking what’s up

- the only privacy invading they do that you actually enjoy is when you’re in your room at like, midnight, watching a movie

-you’ll be watching peacefully and then Mikey just appears in the doorway

-he’s got blankets and he’s got snacks

-you just wave him over and let him sit on your bed

-then Leo shows up, no offering other than his presence

-don’t bother trying to push him away he’s gonna watch that movie with you and Mikey even if it kills him

-once you three are settled, Donnie shows up with a movie projector so you don’t have to watch on a tiny phone

-he ends up staying, even though he denied that he would

-Raph shows up with pillows for everyone, the only turtle to actually ASK to join

-you can’t say no to the giant teddy bear

-you may have started off by yourself in your dark room but you ended in a giant cuddle puddle with your roommates

-sometimes though you don’t have time to hang out with them

-school

-school happens

-you have to deny them because of homework

-Mikey will help you with flash cards, decorating them so they’re fun and make learning interesting

-Donnie studies with you and probably knows the material better

-he’ll help you so it’ll be over faster

-Raph is simply your company

-he’ll sit quietly in your room and play relaxing music, offering any advice or comments he had

-Leo just tries to convince you to ignore it

-it’ll still be there tomorrow! As of right now, he needs you to watch the skating tournament with him

-once you’ve got everything done you’re immediately dragged into whatever shenanigans they’ve got going on

-you’re also the self appointed camera man, using your phone to capture every harebrained plan AND failure

-living with them isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but it sure is never boring

Sorry this is all I got!

If anyone has any headcanon or oneshot requests send em my way!

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delos-mio · 4 years ago

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He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil

Just a short, sweet, **light smut** and domestic fluff Logan one-shot. It's been a long. time. since I've posted a one-shot. Needless to say, I haven't been able to get this scene out of my head (also side note: in this universe, Juliet married a nice man after William fucked off forever and she is happy like she DESERVES). So, hope you enjoy! Thoughts and feelings always appreciated <3

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He told you last night that it’d be a long day, but you didn’t anticipate it to be nearing 11pm and for Logan to still be gone. There had been days like this before, but you never looked forward to having to wake up as well as fall asleep without his warmth by your side. Logan took awhile to finally settle down, but once he’d asked you to live with him, it was like a switch flipped on him and he became the one to cling to you. Two years later and it still made you smile when he pulled you into his lap once he got back from the office and demanded to hear all about your day while he looked at you like you’re the one who put the stars in the sky.

You finally decided to say fuck it and got ready for bed. Logan said it could be awhile, so maybe it was time to accept reality and prepare to fall asleep without him. Face washed, teeth brushed, and naked as the day you were born, you crawled under the covers before picking up where you left off in the book you were reading.

Right in the middle of a particularly exciting paragraph, a shadow lingered in your peripheral vision, making you jump out of your skin and clutch your chest. Logan leaned in the doorframe, laughing to himself at your brief panic.

“Asshole,” you sighed out with a smile.

Logan was still chuckling as he crawled next to you on top of the covers. “Missed you, gorgeous,” he hummed, pulling your lips up to meet his, a strong hand cradling the back of your head.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled into his kiss, unable to fight off a grin. “I didn’t think you’d be home so late.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but you know once my dad starts going, he doesn’t shut the fuck up,” he sighed.

Clearly not wanting to elaborate, Logan pulled back to look you over, really taking you in for the first time. A playful look danced in his eyes as he hooked his index finger over the edge of the comforter where it covered your chest.

“You naked under there?” Logan pulled back the duvet just enough to investigate for himself. You simply nodded, eyes fixed on his face.

Without another word, Logan slid under the covers and pulled your warm, naked body flush to his. Your stomach did somersaults when his dark gaze met yours with that ravenous look he got when all he wanted was to have you. He ran his fingertips lightly along your bare spine, making you shiver slightly in his arms. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered before kissing you deeply.

Logan still managed to take your breath away every time he kissed you. Even after years of partnership, you felt like a teen finally getting to kiss her crush. Every move of his lips was reverent, emphatically expressing how there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Despite having a nearly 16 hour day, Logan still smelled so uniquely him- that perfect blend of clean laundry and amber you found so intoxicating. It was a scent you’d be able to place anywhere and one you loved to have linger.

As your make out session picked up even more steam, Logan let his hand wander over your chest. His fingers were light over the curve of your breast, not in any rush to a particular destination, simply reveling in your smooth skin and holding you close. The little flicker of anticipation in your stomach was quickly burning brighter and you found yourself arching your body further into him. Logan just smirked against your lips as he realized what you were doing. His touch moved down your stomach, petting slow circles into your skin as he continued to enjoy every minute that he drew out your torture. Logan always did have it in him to be a little tease.

“May I?” he asked, voice low and laced with lust. His hand rested just below your belly button, one of his long fingers stroking gently down, signaling where he hoped to be.

“Please,” you breathed out, sounding much more desperate than you’d planned on.

Without hesitation, Logan ran his index and middle fingers between your folds. Your legs fell further open on their own accord, an involuntary reaction to his touch. When he pressed the pads of his fingers firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, you let out a long moan that simply couldn’t stay behind your lips.

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” Logan mused, his kisses moving down to your neck. The short hairs of his beard tickled as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin under your jaw. “The most perfect girl in the world.”

Your breathing became more labored as he continued to swirl his fingers along your clit, knowing exactly the amount of pressure you needed from him. He let his thumb take over and smoothly buried his digits inside your heat, making you gasp and groan. Logan loved all the little sounds he could draw out from you using only his fingers. They went straight to his head and only spurred him on further.

With just a little twist, just the tiniest adjustment, Logan’s fingers hit that sweet spot inside you dead on. Your eyes snapped shut as you writhed on his hand, trying anything you could to keep the contact. Logan lapped over the pulse point on your neck, humming in approval at your reaction to him. You distantly felt him pull away from your throat, but your eyes were still screwed shut as you wantonly ground down on his fingers. As you moved, something tugged in the back of your brain that told you to open your eyes, that you needed to see Logan.

You slowly opened your eyes and Logan’s gaze was hot on you immediately. He held your stare, a small lock of dark normally pushed back hair falling over his eye. He arched an eyebrow and bit down on his lip. There were still times you looked at Logan and couldn’t believe this man- this handsome, silly, impulsive, sexy man- was yours. This was one of those times. The look he gave you made your stomach completely bottom out.

“Oh fuck,” you whined, feeling yourself on the edge of peaking. He knew it as well as you did. The short breaths, restless hips, and string of curse words all signaled to Logan that your release was just around the corner.

“That’s my girl,” Logan smiled, still looking in your eyes. He adjusted to a spot where he could take your earlobe between his teeth and tug. “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

All you could manage was a whimper and nod. He ran his thumb over your clit once, twice before you were clutching his bicep, nails digging in hard as you tightened around his fingers, finding your release and panting against Logan’s skin. As your breathing evened out, Logan gently pulled his fingers from you, cradling you close and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Thinking about making you come was the only thing keeping me going today,” Logan said, kissing your forehead.

“Well, you certainly delivered,” you laughed. You rolled onto your side and tugged at his belt. “My turn.”

But Logan held your wrist still, shaking his head. “I just wanted to do that for you.” You bit down on your bottom lip. “There’s plenty of time to repay me,” Logan said with a devilish smirk. You both laughed a little before he kissed you one more time. “Come on, keep me company while I grab a drink.” He stood from the bed and held out his hand, which you happily took. On your way out, you grabbed your robe from the back of your vanity chair to throw on, but Logan caught the motion from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and snatched the cloth from your hand, throwing it blindly back into the bedroom. “Please. Like I’m gonna let you cover up,” he tutted, rolling his eyes.

“So, what? I’m supposed to walk around here naked while you’re fully dressed? Just for your entertainment?” you teased, leaning over the island in your kitchen.

“Yes,” he smiled, swatting your ass as he passed by on his way to the fridge.

“You’re so lucky I like you.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, princess.” Logan grabbed a rocks glass and some ice before walking over to the other end of the room where he kept his preferred alcohol. “Jules sent me a picture this afternoon of the girls at their soccer game,” he said offhand. He was trying to sound casual, but you knew better. Though he never particularly liked children and certainly was never going to have any of his own, the minute his first niece came into this world, Logan turned into a doting uncle, always eager to show off the girls and brag about everything they were involved in.

“Did they win?” you asked with a massive smile.

“Obviously,” he laughed, taking a sip of his drink as he walked back over to you. Logan pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up his conversation with Juliet. And there they were- semi-toothless grinning on a field, holding a little gold trophy with a soccer player on the top.

“Oh god, they look so grown up,” you smiled.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I think we should bring them something this weekend for winning their season. I don’t know, like a new playhouse or something.”

“Juliet is going to kill you,” you laughed. “Uncle Logan is going to spoil them rotten.”

“What can I say? I love to spoil my girls,” he winked, running a finger along your jaw. You rolled your eyes fondly, but a yawn found a way to creep out of you. “Wanna get back in bed, princess?”

“Yes, please.” Logan led the way back to your bedroom, almost letting you in before leaning down to kiss you one more time. “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“Love you too,” he smiled back, shutting the door to the outside world and leaving just the two of you to enjoy each other.

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fumikomiyasaki · 2 years ago

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🍫 Flynn/Hoshi And/or We can Make Blake suffer with Greg/Blake

Pocky kiss

Flynn knew Pocky day only thanks to Nanoya... it wasn’t really a day he put too much weight on but still might as well test these so called Pocky challenge, and so he invited Hoshi to his school to show him around his dorm and ended sitting with him in the theater of the Polisionalle dormitory, offering the box.

“Say Iolite... want to try this?”

“Who told you about the pocky challenged?” Hoshi chuckled...

“I may seem excentric but even I know about trends... so...”

He placed the dark chocolate pocky in his mouth...

“Well then, shall we?”

Hoshi took the other end, give the theater was empty nobody really had to watch them and Flynn didn’t back down getting closer and closer untill a small kiss was placed on his lips.

“Its quite a soothing sweet flavour... thanks Iolite.”

“You really are a weirdo sometimes but... its fun how much you enjoy such small things.”

Flynn gave him the rest of the box before standing up.

“Well the tour isn’t over, shall we?”

Gregory was a mess when it came to pocky day... he had so many flavours and ate boxes raw... however given old happenings with Blake he thought he could break the ice by offering one strawberry flavoured to him... well offereing by holding the pocky in front of his nose with his mouth.

“Idiot, I don’t have time for your dumbassery.”

“Cmon Blakey... wanna try the challenge or are ya a coward.”

“O-of course I am not... but ... why should I do this challenge with your stinky ass.”

“Simple... ya can brag about being close to an Idol... I kid its just fun ya know.”

Blake sighed and took the other end...

“I will make you lose...”

Eventually they drew closer, holding the pocky between them... feeling his breath draw closer and seeing Gregories confidence smirk Blake broke the pocky a little red in the face.

“Urgh I can’t do this. I am leaving.”

“Wait Blakey... what the heck is wrong with em?”

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live-laugh-loverpool · 2 years ago

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The First Day

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234

The Premier League season started on August 5, 2022. And Arsenal--for once--chose victory.

Too bad that meant that Crystal Palace, already stripped of one of their best midfielders, would have to lose.

“Will you be searching for a midfielder for the rest of the transfer window?” the gray-clad, wrinkly reporter asked in his thick Yorkshire accent. He sounded like a teenage boy in a dress shirt and a bowtie at a family reunion, only dressed up and there because his mother made him.

Patrick Viera, at the other end of the microphone, knew the trap. He had learned it from watching Arteta at Arsenal. If he gave any definite answer, the media would erupt, placing unnecessary strain on his players. And they didn’t need that--they already had enough tactical problems.

So he just shrugged, offering a half-hearted “we’ll see” and a brief, yet polite, nod. Viera had always prided himself on his social etiquette.

The reporter, seemingly satisfied, gave him the generic “thank you for your time”. Viera responded with another quick nod and left the interview room.

He decided to take the long way to the locker room. Maybe if he was lucky, he could catch a minute to put up his feet. Standing up and yelling for ninety minutes was not easy.

On Saturday, a whole host of things happened. One of the surprises was Liverpool’s draw against Fulham.

Klopp knew that Liverpool had deserved to drop points with that performance today. He hadn’t even tried to dismiss it as “just a game”. Because he knew it meant so much more.

Now he was beginning to question whenether they needed a midfielder. Not that he’d tell the press--those nosy reporters alway thought they deserved to know everybody’s beeswax.

Florrie dropped down next to Klopp in the away office. She wore a tiny Liverpool jersey with “Papi” on the back--for Milner. Klopp himself couldn’t help but smirk at the chaotic reaction it had caused. Milner had said there was “sand in his eyes”, Robertson had tried to convince Florrie to get “Uncle Robbo” printed on top of the shirt, Tsimikas had promised he’d take Florrie along with him to his nightclub to show off the jersey, Matip had slapped him in the back of the head, and Alisson had been in serious danger of carrying Florrie out on the pitch with him for the whole match. He flat-out refused to let her go until Lijnders offered to take Florrie.

“Boss?” Florrie pointed to the scoreboard. She knew about what a draw meant compared to a win, and how much further on the table Fulham was. “Are we still gonna win a shiny trophy?”

“Well…” Klopp decided not to lie to the little girl. “I don’t know, Florrie. We drew today. A draw means less points, and that means less chances of winning.”

Florrie nodded, putting on her best serious face as she grabbed the ball next to her. “Can I help you win?”

Klopp couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maybe when you’re older.”

“But I wanna score a bunch of goals now!” Florrie pouted, crossing her arms and sinking in the chair. “Later stinks.”

“Well…that was honest.”

“You always tell us to tell the truth!” Florrie reminded Klopp. “And that’s the truth, right?”

“Yeah, but you have to wait until you’re a few years older, Flo.”

“But why?”

Klopp groaned. Florrie was still in her “why” phase, and he wasn’t exactly ready for some of the questions. “Because you’ll get squished by bad guys.”

“Why?”

“Because they don’t have kids of their own to care about and thus have no empathy.”

“Why?”

“On which question?”

Florrie grinned, her blue eyes shining. “Both.”

“Because they’re not married.”

“Why do you need to get married to have kids?”

Klopp almost screamed in frustration.

It was Sunday afternoon in London, and Ilkay Gundogan was growing more tired of the press' bragging about Erling Haaland by the minute.

“Erling Haaland! It just had to be!”

“He always scores!”

“And now let’s hear from Manchester City’s new superstar, Erling Haaland!”

“Erling, Erling, Erling!” Gundogan vented, slamming the “off” button on the remote. “Everything’s about Erling on here! It’s like it’s Erling City instead of Manchester City!”

“Well, he did score a brace today,” said Kevin De Bruyne. The Belgian had made fast friends with Haaland, and if he was being honest, he was rather concerned about Gundogan’s problem with the Norwegian. “I guess that makes him worthy of the front page, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Gundogan grumbled, muttering under his breath. “And the back page, and the advertisements, and all the pages in the middle too. And all of the City section of NewsNow will be filled with his pale, genetically-modified, Ken-doll face.”

“Ilkay!” De Bruyne chastised the captain. “For a former Dortmund player, I must say that you seem to hate Erling. He’s new--at least try to be friendly to him. I thought Klopp taught you better.”

But that only made Gundogan even grumpier. “This is not about Dortmund, Kevin. It’s not about Klopp. Who will you bring up next, Mourinho?”

“I just might if you keep grumbling.” De Bruyne shook his head. “Maybe you should lay down. You’ll feel better after that.”

“I’m not tired!” the Turk yelled, hurling down the couch cushion and storming away. “Go hang out with your brother Erling!”

De Bruyne sighed, opening a box of chocolates. This was not getting off to a good start. But it would eventually get better. Gundogan would solve whatever problems he had with Haaland, and they could get down to serious business.

He sure hoped so.

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that one au where you can hear your soulmate singing out loud in your head- but leopika

leorio wasn’t much of a singer as a child- the impoverished corner of the world he lived in didn’t have much music to sing to, either. the closest he’s got were the staticky, muffled and clipped tunes that rattled out of the neighbor’s radio. that’s why he’s always preferred listening- listening to his soulmate’s songs.

it was in a language he didn’t understand, but it was the clearest, sweetest music he’s ever heard. he memorized those humble tunes and lullabies, tracing the foreign syllables over and over with his tongue and humming the melodies nobody but him and his soulmate knew. he carved his soulmate’s voice into his mind, bragging to Pietro about his melodic partner and how he couldn’t wait to meet him.

then one day they stopped.

he found it coincidental- that it was on the same day Pietro passed away from illness. but it was fitting- it was a day where all the music and life left him.

as years went on his hopes of hearing his soulmate’s comforting tune dwindled away, but the music and the tunes he cherished so much as a boy remained, even as he learned new songs to sing to in the world around him. he’d sing out as loudly as he could, the raunchiest and most irritatingly popular songs he knew on some days, hoping offhandedly to lure the music from his partner again and hear that kind, soft voice just one more time. it never worked.

so, he swore to never sing that song, that one soft melody, until he heard it from his soulmate themself.

then he met kurapika. a guy who didn’t sing at all, and whose expression alone sang out his melancholies. his voice was prim and strict, the annoying, uppity kind that made Leorio’s blood boil, but it was familiar.

in the confines of trick tower, the topic began to stray.

“your soulmate must love your singing.” he teased.

the blond seemed to hesitate, and didn’t meet his eye. “i don’t care about soulmates.” kurapika’s voice sounded almost sad. “it would be for the better if mine never meets me at all.”

“yeesh, that’s real positive of you.”

“and what about you?” he said almost accusingly. “what do you think of your soulmate?”

“i don’t care about my soulmate, either,” he bit out, “but it’s for a good reason. mine stopped singing to me.”

“they must have their reasons.”

“which are probably as pompous and bratty as you!”

then they were back to their usual bickering. life went on, and his ambitions neared with every step of the journey he completed. their little group parted ways to chase after their own interests and dreams, and for around a year, leorio never saw one of them face to face.

then kurapika showed up on a cloudy evening, after billions and gazillions of ignored calls and texts left on delivered. they exchanged apologies and grievances and angers, embraced each other and shared glances that lasted a few seconds too long as they talked.

for some reason, kurapika had a strained look on his face when leorio began to sing the lyrics to some queen song. he wouldn’t even look at him, but leorio shrugged it off as usual angsty behavior.

they found themselves on the rickety balcony of leorio’s cheap apartment, looking out over the city.

“so, still given up on your soulmate?”

kurapika said nothing.

“well, me too, i guess.” he sighed out. “i lied to you- back at the exam when i told you i didn’t care about my soulmate. i,” he laughed, a bittersweet sound, “i actually cared a lot. it just felt easier to deny it. it’s... pretty damn hard facing the idea that maybe my soulmate really doesn’t care anymore, doesn’t want to meet me. maybe they’re gone. maybe they hate my voice or something- from what i remember, they were a hella good singer. nice, bright voice and everything. maybe they didn’t wanna end up with someone musically talentless like me. maybe that one time i sang ‘call me maybe’ in the shower was the last straw.”

and to his delight, it drew a soft chuckle from the blonde leaning against the railing next to him, arms brushing and shoulders touching. his hair looked like silver in the moonlight. still, kurapika didn’t reply.

so leorio forged on.

“i, uh, already told you my soulmate stopped singing. like, completely. but i still remember the songs they used to sing. they were a huge comfort to me when i was little, when things were hard and a little bit of song was something people couldn’t even afford. i didn’t even know what the words mean, still don’t, but all i know is that they meant the world to me.” leorio glanced at kurapika with a sheepish smile. “wanna hear? so maybe you can hunt down the bastard that left me hanging?”

“sure.” his voice was scratchy, almost pained.

and leorio began gently. kindly. he was sure his accent was off- it didn’t roll off his tongue as fluently as it did for his soulmate all those years ago. but the sounds and the tune was the same- the one that he’s devotedly committed to memory, the one that he hastily wrote down on a piece of binder paper as a reminder of the comfort his soulmate used to bring, the one that he swore to never forget- it was his soulmate’s last song.

when he tapered off into absentminded humming, he realized kurapika was crying. his eyes were blown wide, flecks of magenta shimmering across the deep, scarlet hue of his irises. tears rolled down his soft, pale cheeks, glinting like diamonds in the moon’s embrace, falling on a dampened shirt that clasped trembling shoulders. leorio felt clumsy and dumb, trying to soothe kurapika, asking him what was wrong, if he was okay- then kurapika began to choke out words, rubbing away at his eyes with his arms.

“how do you know that song.” it wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

“i already told you, my soul-“

“no. you don’t understand. it’s a very personal song. a traditional song.” kurapika teared up again, liquid sadness welling up in his eyes. “it’s a song- a lullaby- that i’ve forgotten for the longest time. it’s my mother’s.”

leorio gaped, “your mom was my soulmate?!”

“no, you idiot!” Kurapika couldn’t help but laugh through his tears, beating a fist against leorio’s chest. they burst into a fit of laughter, boisterously cackling in the silence of the night, overpowering the honking cars in the streets below and the sound of their worries adrift in their heads. nothing but them existed.

kurapika’s hand remained there, on leorio’s chest, starting to clench at the fabric of his dress shirt. they were silent, for seconds, minutes, maybe hours, until Leorio’s hand drifted up to meet it, brushing gently against the soft, scarred skin of Kurapika’s slender fingers.

“i’m sorry.” kurapika whispered softly, barely above his breath. “i wasn’t fair to you. you were always trying, always singing to me.”

leorio couldn’t speak.

“i’ve been hearing your voice for years now. you and your- your stupid songs-“ he laughed out, but it sounded more like a choked sob.

leorio couldn’t breathe.

“i didn’t mean to make you lose hope. but i was hoping you would, so you wouldn’t chase after someone like me.”

leorio couldn’t think.

kurapika was leaning closer, voice growing quieter and quieter until they had to be inches apart to hear, to exchange words.

“i couldn‘t bring myself to sing. i didn’t have a reason to, not anymore. not after what happened to my clan. i noticed you stopped singing for a time, too. but it only took months before you began again, gaining more momentum with every song. i envied you and your strength.”

kurapika had started to shake, small frame shuddering against leorio’s. without thinking, he brought his other hand up to thumb away a tear that had begun trickling down kurapika’s face.

“i wanted to sing to you too, but all the songs i wished to teach you had disappeared from my memory. i was so preoccupied with my goals, that i... i began to forget the things that mattered more. what the faces of my family and my old friends looked like. what the lukso sunlight felt like on my skin, or how the grass felt underneath my feet. what the croons of a happy piko bird sounded like, or how beautifully blue the sky was on a sunny day. what my mother’s voice sounded like, what the words to her songs were, i, i-” kurapika sobbed, “i betrayed myself and my entire clan. i thought i had truly lost them and the part of myself that i swore i wouldn’t let die.”

their foreheads fell together, touching reassuringly. kurapika’s eyes fluttered closed as he spoke, body rendered as fragile as his voice, his feelings, his heart. leorio held each with careful, treasuring hands.

”i’d become a monster. a stranger in the same body i walked my home with. i thought- i thought that my soulmate didn’t deserve someone like that. someone like me.” he heaved out, chest shuddering with every quiet breath, “you don’t deserve someone like me, and i could never-“

and leorio shut that bullshit up with his lips.

they slotted together perfectly. call him disgustingly cheesy, sappy, any romantically insulting insult you could throw- but it felt like harmony. it felt so beautiful, his emotions crescendoing and his heart thrumming mercilessly in his chest as it fitted against kurapika’s. those soft, slightly chapped lips, damp from the tears that had trickled past them, felt perfect on his, like his lips were made to meet them. and just as easily as he had lost the music and life all those years ago, it was returned to him, in the form of a blond, pressed up against him and demanding for more, more, more with his mouth, hands all over his shoulders, fingers tangled in hair, breathing in each other, kissing like it was the very last thing they could do.

when they parted, leorio let himself get intoxicated by the sound of kurapika’s panting, drunk on the soft sounds that spilled past his lips like music.

”cut- cut the crap,” he breathed out, pulling kurapika closer by the waist and burying his head in his head of gold. ”for the rest of my life, stop talking. and start singing.”

#leopika #kurapika #leorio #omgsfshbsjbfs #I did not mean for it to get this long #this was supposed to be a humble summary of my thoughts #then it became a wholeass one shot omfg #aaaaaa i’m sorry pls don’t mind me shdjshjsf #i might post this to my ao3 if people actually like??? the idea???#but for now these are the ramblings of an idiot #the ending was clumsy. everything is clumsy i’m sorry i wrote this in like #30 minutes-#help me :D #sleepyspeaks #and needs to shut up #like #desperately

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