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breadbrobin · 11 months ago

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lavender roses

luke castellan x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of persephone reader]

summary: everyone thinks red roses are synonymous with the perfect love. you believe that lavender roses deserve more love, and luke believes that you’re worthy of all the love in the world—you’re both just bad at communicating it.

warnings: kissing, swearing, suggestive content, mentions of weapons, idiots, miscommunication trope but it’s cute dw, seriously they’re both so stupid and oblivious, besties to idiots to lovers

word count: 3.3k

(y’all i’m losing my mind i can’t stop writing but this might be one of my favourites ever)

(also i might put together a luke taglist and a clarisse taglist so lmk if you wanna be put on either of those and i’ll get to work on it 🤩)

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“i’m free february fourteenth,” you said nonchalantly.

you were sitting with luke at dinner and he’d just asked you if you ever had a day off working. as a daughter of persephone, you lived in the hermes cabin, but spent most of your time working in the strawberry fields. you spent every free moment there, soaking in the sun, helping the plants grow and picking flowers to put in vases around the cabin and infirmary.

he nodded as chris choked on his food beside him, coughing hard. “okay, we should hang out then.”

you weren’t sure if he knew what was going on. was he messing with you? playing a joke? really wanting to hang out with you on valentine’s day? or was he having a lapse of memory and he forgot that day had any significance at all?

either way, you nodded. when you spoke, your voice was slightly higher pitched than usual. “sure.”

“we can have a picnic. we haven’t done that in a while.” he was nodding still, looking into his food with a thoughtful expression.

the air nearly left your lungs. you nodded back, though he wasn’t looking at you, and exchanged a wide-eyed look with chris across the table. sure, you and luke used to go for picnics occasionally, but that was before he’d gotten unfairly attractive overnight and you’d developed the most annoying crush on him. “yeah, sure. it’s a date.”

if you could have jumped into tartarus you would have.

what the fuck. why would you say that?

chris was staring at you in shock.

your mouth was dry.

and luke was smiling like nothing was wrong. were his cheeks red? or was that your imagination? “yup! it’s a date.”

when he got up from the table to leave after dinner, he kissed your cheek. this wasn’t too far out of the ordinary, per se—it happened occasionally—but it sent a rush of adrenaline shooting down your spine and set your cheeks aflame.

chris’ eyebrows were raised. “what was that?”

“i have no idea,” you breathed.

“do you think he knows?”

your voice was even softer as you shook your head. “dude. i have no idea.”

valentine’s day couldn’t come soon enough.

you could hardly think of anything else. zoning out in the fields, losing focus while sparring, getting distracted by luke’s shoulder muscles while he was drawing back his bow, sending your arrow flying off to the side.

he laughed at you with everyone else, coming over to stand by your side. “you good there? need any help?”

you shook your head, your quaking fingers drawing the string back once more, pulling it taut. archery wasn’t your best skill, but you weren’t terrible at it.

you could feel his eyes on you, judging your form, analysing your aim. it put you off.

your arrow barely hit the target.

luke winced. “that was… better.”

you sighed and lowered the bow. “you’re distracting me!”

he laughed. “i’m distracting you?”

“yes!” you huffed, frowning at him. his eyes were lit up with amusement. “you are.”

“well, then i’m very sorry.” he raised his hands and took a step back, dipping his head too. “as you were, milady.”

you rolled your eyes with a smile and drew your arrow back, aiming and firing, but it still didn’t do well. in fact, every arrow that you shot pierced outside of the black rings. you were starting to think there was either something wrong with the bow or that you’d been cursed by one of the apollo kids, when someone’s hand lowered your elbow.

you looked over to see luke. he wasn’t watching your face. he was guiding your elbow down so it was more level with your arrow’s line and gently pulling your shoulders back so they were more even.

“pull back a bit more,” he coached quietly.

“i know what i’m doing,” you protested.

“i know, but today you look like you need a reminder. do you want my help? or do you wanna keep missing?” he finally looked you in the eye. he was sincere, you realised.

you sighed and draw the arrow back a little more.

he nodded happily and continued guiding your stance until you were perfect, his hands hot on your body and his breath on the back of your neck. he stayed behind you as you lowered the arrow and took a few deep breaths.

you were still watching him over your shoulder. his lips quirked as he reached out and gently turned your face away to look at the target. his hand was calloused and rough, but the tough was soft. you could barely breathe.

“focus,” he said softly. “eyes on the prize.”

you’re the only prize i want, was all you could think, but you didn’t say anything. you drew the arrow back, your fingers brushing against the corner of your lips. you felt better—more powerful, more confident—in this stance. and maybe luke’s presence behind you was helping with that too. you could feel the slight ghost of his hand on your waist. it kept you grounded. it stopped you from floating away.

your arrow pierced just beside the bullseye.

luke’s hand tightened on your waist, squeezing proudly. “that’s my girl.”

your heart fluttered as you smiled. “thanks, luke.”

he patted your lower back as he stepped away. “that’s what i’m here for. go kill it.”

then he was gone, and there was a fiery pit in your stomach that grew with each passing day that told you that—oh shit—you were in fully love with luke castellan.

february fourteenth arrived in a flurry of pinks, reds and whites. hearts adorned the camp, courtesy of the aphrodite cabin, and you and the demeter cabin had been tasked with growing what felt like hundreds of red roses. personally, you didn’t understand the hype surrounding red roses. after all, the lavender ones were the prettiest. they even meant love at first sight—far better than plain old love.

but with all the love in the air and the aphrodite campers swooning left and right, luke was sure to figure out his mistake and call off the picnic. it made you feel sick with anxiety, and your hands shook as you tended to the roses.

“y/n, hey!” luke’s voice came right next to you.

you flinched and the rose bush sprouted ten feet in the air with new flowers springing into existence left and right.

“whoa…” he said, looking up at it in shock. “i don’t think we need that many.”

“i don’t think anyone needs that many.” you muttered and took a deep breath, bringing the bush back down to size. “what are you doing here, luke?” your heart was in your throat. he didn’t look upset, but he’d always been good at hiding his emotions. was he about to tell you that he didn’t want to meet up later? or that he hated you for tricking him? thoughts started spinning like tops in your mind as you sunk into worse scenario after worse scenario.

“i just wanted to make sure we were still on for this afternoon? and to let you know to meet me by the lake.” were you imagining things, or did he look almost… nervous? his cheeks were red and he wasn’t meeting your eyes for more than a few seconds at a time. was he? really?

you nodded. “oh, uh, yeah. we’re still on. i’ll meet you…?”

“at two?”

“at two.” you smiled. he smiled back and you ignored the flutter in your chest. a strand of hair blew in front of your face.

his hand twitched by his side, like he wanted to push it back, but he just nodded. “okay. see you later.”

“later,” you nodded as he walked away. “can’t wait!” you called after him. he shot a grin over his shoulder, and once he was gone, you buried your face in the rose bush with an exasperated groan.

at 1:45, you still didn’t know what to wear.

your friend becky had dragged you into the aphrodite cabin and was shoving various outfits into your arms to try on, since you didn’t have many nice outfits of your own, but nothing was right.

even though you were the same size as her, nothing seemed to fit you as well as it did her—some aphrodite’s daughter bullshit, you guessed.

she sat down on her bunk next to you and sighed. “i hate to say it, but… we’re out of options.”

you groaned and flopped backwards, covering your face.

she swatted your hands away. “you’ll smudge your makeup!” she then sat back and sighed. “honestly, hun, you might just have to go naked.”

“i’m sure he’d love that!” one of her brothers called from across the room.

you threw a pillow at him, but it dropped halfway there.

then becky froze with a gasp. “oh, my gods.”

you sat up. “what?”

“wait here.” she got up and dashed away, peering into the depths of her wardrobe.

you watched absently, kind of worried she’d pull out some sexy lingerie, as she felt around at the very back, in the corner. then her face lit up. she pulled out a dress. it was white and floaty, with tiny pale pink flowers on it and the most flattering neckline you’d ever seen. she held it out to you and then dragged you to the designated changing area beside her bunk.

you changed slowly, not wanting to rip the delicate material, then looked at yourself in the mirror.

holy shit.

becky stuck her head around the corner and gasped. “perfect! ugh, i feel like a proud mother.”

you laughed, smoothing the floaty fabric over your thighs. it was kind of staticky. “yeah, thanks, mom.”

she grabbed your arm and dragged you out, showing you off. “siblings! my magnum opus.”

as whistles and cheers came from the few people in the cabin, you smiled.

“he’ll love it,” becky whispered. “you look hot.”

“it’s not even a date,” you protested. “it’s just a hang out.”

“sweet cheeks, its a picnic on valentine’s day.” she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “it’s a date. now go. you’re gonna be late.”

you slipped on your white sandals and the light green jacket you always wore, let silena slip a white headband into your hair, then stepped out the door.

it wasn’t a cold day, exactly, but you were grateful for the jacket.

you rushed down the lake and got there two minutes late.

luke was no where to be found.

great, you thought. he was messing with me the whole time.

just as you were considering leaving, you heard footsteps running up to you.

“y/n! i’m so sorry, i could figure out—oh, wow...” luke stopped in his tracks as you turned around. his eyes were wide and his cheeks were red as he looked you up and down. he cleared his throat. “i didn’t know what to wear.”

he’d settled on a navy blue crew neck sweater and black jeans. his hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, and he looked good. really good.

shit. that would make things more difficult.

“it’s okay,” you smiled. “neither could i.”

“well, you look… you look amazing.” his voice was soft, almost reverent.

gods, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop blushing. this was torture. “thanks,” you said though, pretending your heart wasn’t climbing up your throat and threatening to jump right into his hands—like suicide. “should we—“

“oh! yeah.” he nodded and stepped forward, placing a hand on your back (just low enough that it made your heart stutter, but high enough that it was innocent) and leading you towards the strawberry fields. “this way, milady.”

your heart was sinking a little as the fields came into view. everyone went to the strawberry fields. there were at least seven couples there already. it was the standard date spot. you had to remind yourself this wasn’t a date.

but he led you past the fields and into the forest.

great, so he’ll just murder me instead, you thought bitterly. it was like you were searching for a reason that it wasn’t a date now. at least i won’t have to deal with the embarrassment of everyone seeing.

you snapped out of your thoughts as his hand gently slipped into yours and you nearly fell over. he looked back at you, amused. you shot him a thumbs up as he set down a familiar path.

you knew where you were going.

there was a clearing in the woods where you went. it was you own personal secret garden, hidden deep in the forest behind a thick hedge that you’d grown yourself. it had taken weeks to get it thick enough to keep your space safe, and weeks again to regain enough strength to add any other plants to it. in the last year though, you’d been going there often, coaxing a few new plants to grow. you’d learned that forcing growth was hard and near impossible, but encouraging growth was easy.

you’d shown luke the garden one day a few months ago, just before you developed that pesky crush.

he pulled you gently in front of him to enter the garden first, through a magically shifting gap in the hedge, so that he could enter too, and stepped aside to pick up a hefty bag hidden just off the path.

you stepped through the hedge, your hand still linked with luke’s, and into your garden. it was the same as last time you were there, around a week ago; filled with flowers and bees, with a patch of clear grass in the middle, linked to the hedge by four paths, running north to south and east to west. some of the flowers growing were out of season, but as a daughter of persephone, you had a certain level of influence over things like that. bees buzzed lazily around your head as you entered, happy to see you again. everything seemed to get happier, healthier and brighter the second you stepped into the garden. it was your favourite thing and your favourite place.

you looked back at luke to see him smiling at you. “you know me too well.”

“i knew you wouldn’t like to have everyone around,” he shrugged. “and i wanted to see this place again. it’s better than last time i was here.” he looked around in wonder.

“well, last time you were here, i’d just gotten over the flu, so i was still pretty weak. all of my hydrangeas wilted.” you pouted and crossed the garden to your hydrangea bush, blooming in all ranges of colours. soil acidity and pH didn’t matter if you were the daughter of persephone.

luke laid down a plaid picnic blanket as you murmured a few words to some of your weaker looking plants, breathing life back into them. you could feel his eyes on you as he sat and waited, but you didn’t feel rushed or observed. more than anything, you felt admired.

finally, you sat next to him. he’d set out some food and water bottles for the two of you. he was prepared. that was one thing about luke castellan: he was prepared, always two steps ahead. which is why this didn’t make sense.

as you started eating, you found yourself staring at a lavender rose bush. love at first sight, you mused. if only.

you’d fallen for luke after a whole year of friendship. that made it worse. you’d loved him already, platonically, then, without warning, those feeling shifted. the way you looked at him changed in a matter of moments. when he’d gotten cherries on his plate for dessert after you were told you couldn’t have more, then he’d given them all to you, claiming he didn’t like them (even though you knew he did), you fell stupidly, irrevocably, in love. but the way he looked at you never changed: always soft, always kind and always the same.

you were drawn to look at him. you always were. the sharp lines and soft curves of his face. those dark eyes that made your heart flutter never wavered as they met yours. never shifted, never darkened, never clouded with anger. never. they were as constant as time, as reliable as the tide, as predictable as the full moon coming around again.

and he was looking at you now. “what?” he asked.

you blinked and looked away, watching as two bees clumsily bumped into each other and went on their way. “nothing.” would that be you and luke? two bees bumping into each other briefly, then going on with their lives? unlikely to cross paths again? you couldn’t let that happen.

“you know it’s valentine’s, right?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

luke lowered his apple, resting his hand on his knee. his forehead was creased in a confused frown. “yeah, why?”

“well… then why… why are we hanging out today? i mean, this isn’t a date.” you paused. “is it?”

his eyes widened. “wait, you don’t think—“

“it’s fine, luke.” you shrugged, pretending your heart wasn’t crumbling. “it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have brought up valentines. it was a silly joke, and—“

“a joke?” he frowned again. “this isn’t a joke.”

you looked at him. he looked earnest. “what?”

“it’s not a joke. why would i joke about going on a date with you?” he swallowed tightly and put his apple down. “did you… did you just think it was a joke?”

“no! well, yes. but i didn’t want it to be.” you exclaimed. “did… you want it to be?”

“no!” he exclaimed, turning to face you. “why would i want that? i thought we’ve been dating for three weeks now!”

“you, what?”

he took a deep breath. “you’re telling me that i’ve been assuming we’re dating for three weeks, and you’ve been assuming i’ve been joking for three weeks, because we’re both a little bit fucking stupid and can’t communicate our feelings properly?”

you stared at him, wiping your sweaty palms on your dress. the static crackled like the tension in the air. “i guess so.”

“huh.” he said, turning back to face the flowers. he was silent for a moment and you almost thought he’d leave, but then he started laughing.

“stop laughing,” you protested, pushing him lightly, your cheeks flaming hot. “stop it.”

he didn’t.

soon, you weren’t able to stop yourself from giggling, then you were both laughing uncontrollably. your stomach hurt and you had to lean on each other to avoid falling over. your faces were close—too close. your laughter died as you felt his breath on your face. his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. his breath hitched as he did, like he’d been waiting to do that for months.

“i’ve liked you for months,” you whispered.

“i’ve liked you since the moment we met,” he cupped your face in his hand, his other one resting on your knee.

you could see the lavender roses behind him. love at first sight.

the two bees that had bumped into each other settled on the same flower.

fucking hell.

you kissed him before you could talk yourself out of it.

the kiss wasn’t like fireworks. it was more like the first flowers of spring: fresh, exciting and pure. his lips were soft. yours were probably rougher than his from your long hours in the fields. you figured he didn’t care, because he kissed you like you were the only air he needed to breath for the rest of his life. you could feel flowers blooming around the picnic blanket—daisies and dandelions in the grass. the plants in the gardens were going wild. he was like a drug; some kind of amplifier for your powers and your heart rate and gods, you never wanted to let him go. his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer against him. your hand rose to his cheek and static electricity jumped from your skin to his.

he pulled away with a gasp, his hand on his cheek. then he laughed, and kissed you again.

and again.

and you were infinitely glad for the privacy of your own secret garden.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo x reader #charlie bushnell

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huckleberrykai · 2 years ago

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choi yeonjun ~ dance with me

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader summary: trying to confess to your dance class partner on valentines day is more overwhelming than you originally thought. genre: college au, confession, pretty fluffy, soft dance partner yeonjun :') warnings: none! word count: 1.6k click here for my masterlist!

"hi!"

"oh, hey Y/N!" yeonjun turned to see you behind him, holding a singular rose. "are you- do you need something?" he asked.

it was valentines day, and you were determined to finally ask out the cute guy in your dance class. you got paired up a lot, both being the top of your class - you often did demonstrations together since you worked together so naturally.

"yes actually, i.. i just wanted to-"

"Y/N! i need you to come help yunjin with the choreography from last week, she's struggling. be a dear and give her a hand," you professor cut you off. you sighed, "sure, i'm on my way!" you replied.

"did you want to say something?" the gorgeous boy in front of you stole your attention again and tilted his head to the side, a curious glint in his eye. damn, he was beautiful. and intimidating. your earlier confidence had shattered thanks to your ill-timed professor - and now he was looking at you with his pretty chocolatey eyes and pouty lips...

"uh no! well yes, but i'll talk to you later - see you in class!"

he didn't even get a chance to respond before you bolted to yunjin's practice room, carelessly dropping the rose in your hand on the hardwood floor and leaving in a flash. his eyebrows furrowed as he lifted it off the ground, were you going to give this to him?

his eyes followed your hurried figure until you were out of the room.

truth is, yeonjun had liked you from the moment he first saw you dance. you inspired him a lot, and the way you moved to the music completely entranced him. your cute exterior and snarky personality just drew him in all the more - he loved to fight with you playfully, and he loved it even more when he could dance with you. oh, how he wished this flower really was for him.

he shook away his fantasies as he tucked it in his bag to return to you later.

when your class began an hour later, you seemed stiff as your professor announced you'd be doing partner work again today. you'd be practising the waltz, and of course, you were paired with yeonjun. usually you'd be happy with this, he was best matched to your ability and dancing style after all, but after making a fool of yourself this morning you'd rather not have to explain yourself.

he didn't pry, but he thought you definitely seemed more uncomfortable than usual. your dancing was still perfect, but you weren't talking to him or sending him a snarky comment as you usually would.

you did a full run-through of your choreography, and at the end he dipped you softly in his strong arms and gave you a warm smile that felt like a hundred sunbeams piercing your heart. his fingertips felt like electric shocks on your waist, brushing the gap of skin when your shirt had ridden up during your movements.

feeling suffocated by his presence, you stepped back, nearly stumbling on your own feet. "woah Y/N are you okay? you don't seem yourself."

he noticed the muscles in your neck bob as you gulped. "yeah, i think i just need some water." before you could stop him, he ran to grab his water bottle and offered it to you, "take your time. do you want me to ask the professor if you can go home?" you shook your head no. you were fine, just flustered.

you felt like a middle schooler as you peered down at his blue water bottle, cool in your hands. if you drank from this, wouldn't it be like an indirect kiss?

"you can drink it, i can always refill it."

he thought your hesitance was due to you thinking if you took it he'd have none left - so he reassured you that it was okay. he'd rather his cute dance partner not die on him, even if it meant a visit to the water fountain.

you hesitantly twisted the cap and took a few gulps, feeling your face heat up. this was gonna be a long class...

you survived your dance class, but it wasn't easy.

yeonjun was incredibly attentive the whole time, giving you water and checking in after each rehearsal - still convinced you weren't feeling well. the final nail in the coffin was once class ended and you were packing your bags to leave for your next classes ~

"Y/N!"

each time he said your name it was like he wormed his way into your heart a little further. your breath hitched when he stood in front of you holding the red rose. "you dropped this earlier, i thought you might want it back."

he didn't know it was for him, and he wasn't going to let his delusions get ahead of him if it meant it didn't get to its rightful owner. he didn't know if you were going to give it to someone else or if you'd received it - but either way he hated the idea of you exchanging a rose with someone else. he wasn't selfish though, so he'd give it back to you.

"that's- that's okay." you slung your bag over your shoulder to make a quick escape after what you were about to say. "keep it. it was for you anyway, happy valentines day yeonjun."

his jaw hung open as you essentially bolted out of the room, much like this morning - but this time he was even more confused, and his poor heart was going haywire as he watched your shiny hair swish behind you as you turned the corner.

he couldn't focus for the rest of the day and kept constantly twirling the rose between his fingers instead of actually paying attention to his lectures. he wanted to find you, but he didn't know your schedule. he would have messaged you on your instagram account that he stalked but never actually had the guts to follow, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable - and if he was going to ask you on a date, he wanted to do it in person.

"you don't get it! she's perfect! and she gave me this - well, she dropped it - but when i tried to give it back she said it was for me? fuck, i like her so much and i think she was going to confess? i'm not sure, but i need to find her and ask her on a proper date," he rambled to his friends in the cafeteria. what he failed to notice was you walking by his table, hearing every word he said.

you didn't want to catch his attention, so kept moving on your way to your friend's table, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach do backflips. he liked you? and he was telling his friends? he wanted to aSK YOU ON A DATE??

"how'd it go?" chaewon asked as you sat yourself down in front of her. "horribly. but..." you explained what happened this morning, how you ran out on him twice, then how you heard what he said about 5 minutes ago. "i really like him, i just hope i don't freeze up again next class. he was such a sweetheart, making sure i was okay... ah." you shoved your face in your hands, suddenly feeling embarrassed as you recalled the events of the day.

in your moment of embarrassment, your senses weren't exactly at their best; you only notice there was someone behind you when chaewon started talking to them. "yeonjun right? hi!" she answered for you. "yeah that's me! is it okay if i steal your friend for a second?"

your head shot up and low and behold there was mr. heartstopper right next to your table, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "go ahead," chaewon nodded.

his eyes had been wandering the cafeteria, and as soon as they landed on you he knew he didn't wanna wait another minute. so after a small pep talk and four harsh slaps on his back, his friends pushed him in your direction.

"can i talk to you?" he asked sheepishly when your eyes met. when you agreed he motioned for you to follow him into the adjacent hallway. the buzzing florescent lights made your head spin, not helped by yeonjun gently taking your hand into his large, soft palm. you'd held hands before while dancing, but the quiet hallway and adoring look in his eye made it feel different this time.

"did you mean what you said to your friends?" you rushed.

"huh-? you heard me?" he asked. honestly, you didn't mean to ask him that, but your mouth moved too fast for you to filter your words. you just nodded, cheeks blooming pink, "i walked past when you said... when you said you liked me."

he was just as rosy-cheeked as you as he pulled the rose from his back pocket. "i did," he admitted.

"when- when you tried to give me this this morning, what were you going to tell me?" he asked. "that i like you. i thought valentines day would be a good opportunity to confess, but then.."

"you got called away and it threw you off a little?" he chuckled. you responded with a shy smirk, raising an eyebrow, "you're finishing my sentences already?"

ah, that snarky attitude he loved so much. "of course. now what time should i pick you up for our date later?" you stifled a laugh at him, and his grin only grew when you groaned and shoved your face into his chest, letting go of his hand and snaking your arms around his waist. you breathed in the scent of his cologne as he held you close to him, still gripping onto his rose for dear life.

"seven o'clock." you mumbled into his chest. "and don't be late."

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hairstevington · 2 years ago

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That '90s Fic

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eight years after defeating Vecna, the Hawkins crew has done their best to forget their past (and the ones they lost along the way). You can only imagine Steve's surprise when he runs into a very-alive Eddie at a coffee shop. (Ao3 link here)

Word Count: 5.5K

Warnings: Fluffy shit as always, canon universe, first kiss, Steddie reunites and eventually gets together, it takes way too damn long because they're idiots, angst, implied sex, also mentions of the rest of the characters!

A/N: This fic is for @detachedfacade and I wrote it for the Steddie Valentine's fic exchange!! Enjoyyyy

The year was 1993. Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley had remained best friends and followed each other from shitty apartment to shitty apartment. They’d skipped town pretty much the moment she’d graduated, once they knew the rest of their loved ones were safe from the absolute hell they once called their home - Hawkins, Indiana.

After that final battle, everyone pretty much scattered, and while they would always feel connected from the experiences they’d shared in the upside down, they didn’t keep in touch nearly as much as they’d used to. It was one of those things where, if any of them were to call another, they would be there. But everybody had moved on from their lives. They didn’t want to be a slave to their trauma anymore.

It had been eight years since they’d defeated Vecna. Once they’d gotten through the 80’s, they started to settle back into normalcy. Robin and Steve stuck together, but they rarely talked about their past - it was no longer relevant.

The two of them were out of town for a week, taking a trip to a big city and draining their bank account to have a little fun for once. It was, more or less, a yearly tradition. This year, they’d chosen Philadelphia, mostly because there was a concert there that they wanted to go to.

Their first full day, they didn’t have much planned other than to scope out fun things to do that were near their motel. Robin slept in, as always, but Steve was up, so he decided to go for a walk (he left a note for Robin so she knew he was okay). He found this cute cafe a block away from where they were staying, and decided he could use a bit of a caffeine boost, so he went in.

It’s funny how such a mundane morning can turn into something extraordinary.

“Thanks, doll. Have a good one,” a voice said from beside him in line. Steve looked up to see a person he hadn’t thought about in years, not since -

No. That would be crazy. There’s absolutely no way Steve was seeing this right. The man in front of him just looked so incredibly familiar, like an old friend, but that’s all. A doppelganger.

He was wearing black jeans with a black t-shirt tucked into it, a belt holding the ensemble together. His long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck, a guitar pick necklace hanging against his chest.

He was the spitting image of Eddie Munson. It was freaky.

Steve ordered his coffee and tried his best to shake off the fact that he’d basically just seen a ghost. He averted his gaze and tried to convince himself that he was somehow still high from the night before. That was a thing that could happen sometimes, right?

As they waited for their coffees side by side, Steve decided he had to ask.

“Hey, you look really familiar,” he began. “Do we know each other?” The man chuckled, amused, then put the back of his hand to his forehead and dramatically stumbled backwards, as if he was fainting. Steve reached out to catch him (as if that wouldn’t have taken them both down), but then Eddie stood up straight again, completely unharmed.

“Steeeve Harrington, how you break my heart.” No fucking way. “You don’t remember me?”

“Oh, I remember you,” Steve replied. “But you - I mean we - and then -”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I know.”

“How?!”

“Magic,” Eddie said, wiggling his fingers around his face. “Just kidding, nothing too exciting. Some government people found me, had a quick coma, blah blah blah, started a new life in a new town because I would have been sent to the electric chair if I stayed in Hawkins, by the time they found out I was innocent I’d already settled into my new life, and uh, yeah. That’s about it.”

Steve stared at Eddie, wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I’m dreaming. I’m high. I’m high AND I’m dreaming.

“Black coffee for Ron,” the barista said. To Steve’s surprise, Eddie reached over to pick up the cup.

“I’m sorry, Ron?!” Eddie laughed, then lowered his voice.

“They told me to pick a new name,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to Steve’s ear. “I was twenty, and obsessed with Dio. Thought it would be cute to choose Ronnie and pay tribute to the lead singer. I hate it, but I’m too damn lazy to go through the trouble of changing it again.”

“Oat milk latte for Steve,” the barista called again. Steve grabbed his coffee, then turned back to Eddie.

“Okay, so this is obviously all insane, but Ron? Really? There’s no way you could pass for a guy named Ron,” he teased.

“Oh, but Steve, I’ve been doing it for years now,” he replied playfully. “So, are we gonna catch up over coffee or what?”

Eight years since Steve had left Eddie in the upside down. He was dead. He was absolutely, 100% no longer living, his injuries far too serious to fix with the limited first aid they had access to - aka pieces of fabric torn from their own backs. Things had been so complicated then - the extent of Eddie’s interactions with Steve were done while they were highly stressed, traumatized, and managing the upcoming apocalypse. Even so, their friendship (if you could call it that), was cut short, and Steve refused to think about those few days together since then. He’d successfully managed to shove it down deep inside. It barely hurt anymore.

Now, it was brought to the forefront of his attention again. Eddie looked happy and healthy, which was great, but still - how the fuck had he been alive this whole time and nobody knew? Steve thought about asking, but it wasn’t his business, not really. Plus, he had to get a new name and everything, so he likely wasn’t able to reach out. And they weren’t even that close in the first place. And, Steve had tried to forget about it all, so he couldn’t judge Eddie for doing the same. Jesus.

“Steve, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, man.” Eddie smirked as he sipped his coffee. “Relax.”

“Relax?” Steve raised his eyebrows. “You’re not the one who just found out their friend who they’ve been grieving for years never actually died.”

“Friend?” Eddie cocked his eyebrow and grinned devilishly, as if he was mocking Steve’s words.

“I don’t know what else we’d call it.”

“I usually go with ‘unlikely companion against the forces of evil,’ personally,” Eddie replied.

“Usually, huh? So you talk about me a lot then?” Steve drank his latte and tried to focus on the sweet taste to combat his angst. It all felt like a dream, but somehow a stupid oat milk latte grounded him back to reality.

“I mean, not a lot,” Eddie clarified. “I can’t really disclose the full story or anything, but I do talk about the popular jock from my hometown who ended up being a lot cooler than he had any right to be. And Wheeler? Who the hell knew, am I right? And - oh, Robin!” Eddie waved towards the door, where Robin burst in. Steve had called her about ten minutes prior telling her the news. Her hair was a mess, and she was still in her pajamas.

“Holy shit,” she said as she ran frantically towards the table. “You’re real.” She pinched Eddie’s arm to make sure, causing him to laugh.

“In theory,” he responded. Steve pulled up a chair next to him and gestured for Robin to sit. She did so, moving on autopilot, her eyes still fixed to Eddie.

“You didn’t have to rush, Robbie,” Steve said, using his thumb to clean a bit of toothpaste off the corner of her mouth. She was unfazed by his touch.

“Of course I did, Steve. What the hell?”

“I didn’t know you guys were still -” Eddie hesitated. “- Still in touch. Friends. Or are you guys, like…?” Robin cackled.

“Noooo, no, no, no,” she said.

“Okay, let’s not be mean about it,” Steve huffed.

“Sorry Stevie, you know I love you.” She turned back to Eddie. “I’m a lesbian. Steve was actually the only one I was out to in high school.”

“No shit,” Eddie said, leaning until his elbows were on the table. “Ohhhh, that explains so much.”

“Does it?” she asked, confused.

“Well, just because you guys obviously were close, but insisted upon being just friends, which usually means you’re not just friends,” Eddie explained. “I don’t know, I was kind of thrust into a lot of shit back then without any context. Mostly I was just trying not to die, and then, well - I mean, you get it.”

“Oof,” Robin winced.

“You guys, it’s fine.” Eddie laughed again, then leaned back in his chair. “Water under the upside down bridge, am I right?” Robin and Steve grimaced. “What?”

“We don’t really talk about that time of our lives anymore,” Robin shrugged. “All of us just tried to leave it all behind.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “It’s great to see you again, I think, and I’m glad you’re okay and all, it’s just -”

“Weird,” Robin finished his sentence. “Not in a bad way, just in a way where we might need a moment to act semi-normal.”

“Ugh, normal?” Eddie groaned. “I didn’t like you guys so much because you were normal. I liked you because you were batshit crazy.” He chuckled at the double meaning of his words. “Ha ha, bat-shit. Those things were nasty. I can’t believe you took a straight-up bite out of one, dude.”

“Jesus Christ, I forgot about that.” Steve put his head in his hands before running them through his hair. “This is crazy. So crazy.”

“Sorry,” Eddie said with a shrug. “You know, you’re the first people I’ve been able to talk about this with. I didn’t think I’d ever seen any of you again, but here we are.”

“Are you even supposed to be talking about it?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, maybe not. But it’s been long enough. No trouble in Hawkins since, right?”

“Nope,” Robin confirmed.

“Not that we’ve been back,” Steve added.

“No? What about the others? Dustin?” Steve smiled, remembering that Eddie and Dustin had their own brotherly thing going on.

“He’s good. Everyone’s okay,” Steve smiled. “Dustin and I still talk sometimes. I’m sure he’d love to hear from you actually, if you wanted. I mean, he was really shaken up over your ‘death’ and all.” Steve used quotations when he talked about Eddie’s death now. Insanity.

“Yeah, for sure,” Eddie agreed. “Steve, man. It’s genuinely so good to see you. I’ve wondered a lot about what happened to the King of Hawkins High.”

“Really? I guess I didn’t realize I left such an impression,” Steve said with surprise. It had been a while since he’d been reminded of his King Steve days. Eddie chuckled again, rolling up his sleeves absentmindedly as he continued talking.

“Oh my god, Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. I didn’t realize it until shit went down, but yeah. I thought I was making it really obvious.” Steve’s eyes widened.

“Oh,” he said. “Well, um, I mean -”

“You were,” Robin interjected. “And you were totally jealous of him and Nancy, which is hilarious because -”

“Robin!” Steve groaned. “Anyway, yeah. There was that, and the whole ‘big boy’ thing.”

“Really? Eight years later and that’s still fresh in your mind, huh?”

“He used to talk about it every time he got drunk,” Robin laughed.

“I will kill you,” Steve threatened. “Fine, yeah, whatever. You helped me realize I like guys. I owe it all to you - the big man himself - Ron.” Eddie practically snorted at the way Steve said his fake name.

“God, it’s so bad,” he agreed. “But Ron has been good to me. Things are good.” They all smiled, realizing things had somehow all turned out okay. Normal, in their own messed up way. “So! How long are you guys in town?”

The three of them hung out in Philadelphia a few more times that week, catching up and getting friendlier with every passing moment. Steve started to relax around Eddie, something he never had the chance to do before. Eddie was touchy, and called Steve things like babe and sweetie and once, Big Boy for old time’s sake.

But the week was coming to an end, and the Dynamic Duo was scheduled to return home the following morning. They decided to go out one last time, and made sure to exchange numbers to stay in contact. Steve promised he’d reach out to Dustin and break the news, but he wasn’t sure when he’d see Dustin again.

Robin went home first, insisting that she get her beauty sleep before their flight. This left Eddie and Steve alone at the bar, where they continued to chat until eventually, Steve decided he needed to get home, too.

He didn’t really want to go, at all. He didn’t want to say goodbye to Eddie. Reconnecting with him had genuinely been great, weird as it was. Plus, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Eddie had told him in that cafe. Harrington, I wanted you so bad back then. Enough time had passed where Steve wasn’t sure that statement still applied, or if he even wanted it to. The whole week had been a whirlwind of the past becoming present, the lost being found, the gone returning.

Eddie walked Steve home, and it was too short. Eight years ago, when their budding friendship(?) was cut short, Steve didn’t know the extent of his sexuality, or understand the feelings he was having. But he knew then, with Eddie at his door, and he decided to be bold.

“Ya know,” Eddie said, “usually when I walk a guy home like this, I kiss him goodnight.” He had said it so casually, in the same joking manner he’d done everything else. He said it in a way where, if Steve hadn’t been into it, he could just as easily say he was kidding and move on. Steve knew it well, and he wasn’t going to take it this time.

“Okay, so kiss me then.”

“What?” His eyes went wide in shock. Steve smirked at the way he was finally able to catch Eddie off guard.

“You heard me. Come on, I dareeee youuuu.” Steve had quite a few drinks at the bar, a deadly combination for a guy who was already pretty confident in the flirting department.

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Eddie asked, still unsure. He couldn’t believe what Steve was saying. Even though Steve had said Eddie was his bisexual awakening, that had been ages ago. Eddie never in a million years thought he had a shot with Steve in actuality.

“I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t do it.” Steve gently pushed against Eddie’s chest, then leaned against his door. “All those flirty glances and the pet names and talking about how you used to have a crush on me when-“

And then Eddie was kissing him.

It was awkward for a split second, as Eddie had all but smashed his lips against Steve’s, but they quickly melted into each other, reaching an unspoken groove.

It was nice. So incredibly nice. Eddie was warm and inviting and sensual, his hands explorative and firm around Steve’s body.

As they broke away from each other, Steve pouted at the thought of never finding out what kissing Eddie while sober would be like - it’s just that they were about to be separated by a few hundred miles, so the possibility seemed unlikely.

“Just as good as I thought it would be,” Eddie grinned as he let go of Steve’s waist. “Now you have a new thing to talk about when you get drunk, Harrrington.”

That he would, Eddie. That he would.

So, Steve and Robin returned home, still somewhat unconvinced they hadn’t had some sort of mutual acid trip and hallucinated the whole thing. He told her about the kiss, which she was entirely unsurprised by, and asked if he’d call once they got home.

Steve wasn’t sure. After all, he’d left that whole life behind, and he wasn’t interested in anything long distance. It felt weird to return to a life he so deliberately ran away from. He’d spent so long shoving away those memories, but they were back, and they were back with a vengeance.

And now, there were new memories too - the ones of them in Philadelphia, catching up under new circumstances, haunted by the old ones.

He didn’t end up calling Eddie, in fear of it getting even more complicated, and eventually the events of their week in Philly became a dream-like visit to the land of what-ifs.

In 1994, Dustin came to visit. It had been the longest Steve and Robin had ever stayed in the same apartment. In fact, not much had changed at all in the last year - Except that Robin started going to grad school, and Steve was promoted at work, which worked out well considering Robin’s income dropped when switching to part-time.

Robin was engaged - she’d been dating the same person for years now, and it had been long overdue. They were happy together, but waiting to get married until Robin finished school. Well, they wouldn’t be legally married, thanks to the government being homophobic, but they wanted to celebrate with their friends and family nonetheless.

Steve had also begun dating a woman from Robin’s class. She was kind and quiet, and it had been going well for a month or two already.

Catching up with Dustin was always a whirlwind, because they didn’t do it nearly enough. He spoke quickly and without abandoning, covering so many topics in such a short amount of time that Steve could hardly keep up. Robin, on the other hand, followed beautifully, and filled in Steve whenever he got confused.

“So I was telling the head of DETRA,” Dustin said. Steve turned to Robin.

“His company,” she muttered. Steve nodded.

“And he basically said that Justin was going to get the promotion, even though I was the one who came up with, developed, and perfected the prototype for G-TER.”

“The robot,” Robin clarified, quiet enough only for Steve to hear.

“Oh, right,” Steve said in recognition. “The thing you’ve been working on for like a year now?”

“That’s the one,” Dustin confirmed.

It went on like this as he continued to talk about engineering and robotics, things that went way over Steve’s head, but he listened the best he could anyway. Once he was done updating them on his first official post-college job, he asked them what they’d been up to.

“School,” Robin answered.

“Work,” Steve added. “And Diana, who I’ve told you about.”

“Still going good?” Dustin asked. Steve nodded. “Sweet. How’d the trip to Philly go?”

Steve and Robin froze, glancing at each other nervously. Once again, it was something they had pushed deep down into oblivion, in fear of opening the can of worms yet again. They hadn’t talked about it since the plane ride home.

“So fun,” Robin responded at last.

“Concert was great,” Steve added.

“You guys are so comically bad at lying,” Dustin said with a roll of his eyes. “What happened?” They paused, knowing the upcoming conversation was a big bomb to drop.

“It’s…serious,” Steve began. “Has to do with Hawkins stuff.” Dustin’s face dropped into sincerity, understanding the weight of the situation.

“Is everything okay? Do we have to go back?”

“Everyone is fine,” Robin blurted out. “Everyone.” She stressed the word as if that would be enough to break the news. When Dustin was still confused, Steve decided to just go for it.

“Eddie Munson is alive, Dustin.”

“What?!”

“It’s true,” Robin said. “He lives in Philadelphia under a different name now.”

“But how??”

They continued to explain the situation, going over the story that Eddie had told them, and the time they’d spent together. They left out the kiss, of course, but that wasn’t relevant.

Dustin processed the news slowly, before running to his computer and urgently looking something up.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“I’m gonna go to Philadelphia,” he answered. As Steve peered over, he noticed Dustin looking at flights.

“Woah, seriously?” Steve asked, shocked. “Don’t you want to call him first?”

“Well, yeah, duh,” Dustin said. “We call him, then we go. Or, I go. I mean, if you can’t.” He sighed, putting his phone down. “You knew about this for a year and didn’t tell me?”

Robin and Steve felt the weight of their secret. They’d been protecting themselves, or so they thought.

“I’m sorry, man,” Steve apologized. “We didn’t wanna -”

“It’s whatever. Just call him.”

Even though Robin and Steve hadn’t planned their annual getaway yet, it was far too short-notice to go with Dustin. It did, however, mean that his visit with them was cut off after only a day, and that kinda sucked. They really tried to make it work, but between Steve’s job and Robin’s classes, there was no way they could join in on the action.

So, Steve called Eddie

“Steve Harrington,” he greeted as always.

“Edd- I mean, Ron,” Steve replied. Eddie chuckled.

“I didn’t think you’d ever call me. It’s been what, a year?” Steve grimaced at the realization.

“I’m sorry, I just -”

“It’s cool. What’s up, man?”

And so, Steve told him what was up. Eddie was thrilled at the prospect of seeing Dustin again, and together they arranged a place to meet up. Eddie also gave Steve his address to give to Dustin, although Steve couldn’t help but wonder if he had ulterior motives.

No, Steve. Don’t do that, he thought to himself. You closed that book, and you’re with Diana now.

It was probably for the best Steve couldn’t go, honestly. Because the moment he heard Eddie’s voice, he realized he was an idiot for not calling the moment he got home.

By 1995, Robin had moved out to live with her fiance. They’d even set a wedding date for the following year. Steve was still dating Diana, and things were good there, but he had no plans for proposing just yet. He felt as though he needed to live with her first to see for sure how compatible they’d be, so she joined his lease once hers ended - her name replacing Robin’s.

Steve had a business trip in Philadelphia. He considered visiting Eddie, but thought better of it.

They ran into each other anyway at the grocery store.

“Well, if it isn’t the heartbreaker himself?” Eddie teased. Steve froze, feeling immediate guilt and panic.

“E - I mean, Ron!” Steve said, as he always did.

“You know, I finally legally changed my name back, so you can stop doing that.”

“Oh,” Steve said. “Okay.”

“I’m not mad at you, Steve,” Eddie assured him.

“Why would you be?” Steve asked, as casually as possible. Eddie opened his mouth, but before he could explain the very valid reason he’d be upset, Steve continued. “Don’t answer that. I’m sorry. I’m still sorry.”

“It is what it is,” Eddie said nonchalantly. He genuinely seemed unbothered. “So, what brings you back?”

“Work,” Steve answered. “I’m only here for the weekend this time.”

“Would you want to grab a drink, then?” Eddie asked. Steve swallowed.

“I - I shouldn’t.” Eddie seemed confused for a moment, then lit up in understanding.

“Ah, I see,” he said with a smirk. “You’re still with the lady.”

“You know about her?”

“‘Course. Dustin told me about it when he was here.”

“Oh,” Steve said, unsure how he felt about that. “How’d that go for you guys, by the way?”

“It was great,” Eddie answered. “You don’t even want to go out in a completely platonic, friend way?”

Admitting that being just friends with Eddie seemed impossible felt worse than it did to go and inevitably act weird and closed off. In any case, Steve agreed to one drink.

Three drinks later, he felt relaxed again, and almost forgot why he was so nervous about this in the first place. Like, he and Eddie didn’t know each other that well, and they lived in different states, and they’d kissed one time. That was it. It was practically nothing other than them both being queer, flirtatious, and enjoying each other’s company.

“I’d really like to be friends,” Eddie had said at the end of the night.

“I think I’d like that, too,” Steve agreed.

He went back home, relieved that the guilt he felt was no longer relevant.

Eddie and Steve were friends in the sense that they occasionally called each other to talk about new movies, or to rave about the amazing things Dustin was doing, and eventually, they talked about Robin’s wedding.

Robin had decided to invite Eddie after he and Steve became friendly in a genuine way. She tended to have a sense for these things, and they really did just seem like good friends.

She was wrong.

Diana worked overnights, and Steve would end up on the phone until well past midnight talking to Eddie. It was a gradual change from the conversations they’d had before, but an important one. Eddie was giddy at the thought of being reunited with the Hawkins gang - they joked that Steve shouldn’t tell anyone so Eddie could surprise them, but ultimately decided they could never stir up that much drama on Robin’s wedding day.

“Maybe during the rehearsal dinner,” Eddie suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” Steve replied.

Steve broke up with Diana a few months before the wedding, where she was supposed to be his plus one. It was a clean break, or as clean as it could have possibly been. Steve just knew that if they went to the wedding together, she’d think about the possibility of marrying him, and he knew she wasn’t the one he wanted to spend his life with.

He had an inkling he knew someone he would marry. Well, if marriage between them had been legal, anyway.

He didn’t tell Eddie about his change in relationship status, though. Even when they still talked late into the night, when Steve had to wake up early the next morning. He didn’t tell him, because he still lived so far away, and he didn’t want to ruin something so perfect.

Robin’s wedding was in the Spring of 1996. Steve was going stag, as he’d decided when Robin asked whether she should eliminate a place setting or invite someone else. He could have found another date to replace Diana, but he didn’t want to.

It was the first time he was going to see Eddie since they’d gotten a drink a year prior, which would have been exciting enough - it was just that Steve was single now. And if Eddie was too, and if he was still interested, there was no way Steve was going to miss out yet again.

It didn’t matter that they lived far away from each other, or that they’d spent very little time together in the same physical space - Steve knew there was something there. He knew it.

Steve was, of course, in the bridal party. In fact, he was technically Maid of Honor, although the role wasn’t really defined that clearly because Robin didn’t want to follow any of the normal traditions. She really just wanted Steve as her best friend and right-hand man. His tasks mainly included making sure she didn’t fall over, and handing her various fidget toys when she got antsy.

The rehearsal dinner was the night before the ceremony, and was mainly just close family and friends. It was the first time the entire Hawkins gang reunited in ten years.

Hopper and Joyce were happily married. The kids were now 24 and figuring their lives out. Dustin was already rich, and everyone else was financially okay as well due to El having rigged a lottery one time to split the reward (Mike’s idea - but it worked out pretty well).

It was so nice to see everyone again under non-apocalypse circumstances. Everybody seemed happy in their respective lives, and catching up seemed entirely normal.

Eddie showed up late - he had told everyone in advance he would, so it wasn’t rude or anything, but it did mean that they were already sitting down and deep into conversation when he snuck in and sat down beside Steve - the last empty seat.

(Which was pretty much exactly what Steve hoped would happen)

They waved to each other and smiled, and then the conversation resumed as normal. They ate, they drank, they laughed, and then the group split - half of them going home, the other half going out.

“Where’s Diana?” Eddie asked at the bar while sipping his beer. “Is she sick or something?” Steve froze, realizing the time had come to break the news.

“Uh, no, she’s not sick.” Eddie looked at him curiously, having no idea where this was going. “We broke up a few months ago.”

“What?!” Eddie asked, a thousand emotions in his voice. He was confused, concerned, and a little upset. “Why didn’t you tell me? I talk to you all the time!”

“I don’t know!” Steve responded, shrugging. “I don’t know why I didn’t, I just -”

“Wait, before we go there. Are you okay?”

Steve was taken aback by the question. He was okay, but a few months ago? Shit was tough.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s what I needed to do,” Steve answered.

“Why?” Eddie’s voice dropped in volume ever so slightly. “I mean, what happened?”

“She just wasn’t -” Steve averted his gaze, as though eye contact was too intimate in the moment. “She wasn’t the one.”

Their conversation was interrupted when Dustin insisted they all play a game. And that was that - at least, that’s what Steve thought.

He was getting ready for bed after everyone else had split off to their own hotel rooms. He showered and brushed his teeth, then climbed into bed to watch TV. He wasn’t tired yet, but he hoped the sounds of Friends would lull him to sleep eventually.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

It was late, and as Steve jumped out of bed and walked towards the noise, he worried it was Robin or that something terrible had happened.

Instead, it was Eddie.

“Hey,” Steve greeted him.

“Hey,” Eddie echoed. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong.”

Eddie knew it was a bold move, showing up like this, assuming that their friendship had transcended into something more. Or, perhaps they were never really just friends.

“Okay,” Steve responded.

And then, Eddie was kissing him again.

Steve shut the door as soon as they’d crossed the threshold into his hotel room. They were alone, single, and clearly into each other. Clothes came off before Steve even had a chance to catch his breath.

Eddie started giggling when they fell to the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to hook up with a Bridesmaid,” he joked. Steve rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop himself from laughing, too.

“Can we turn the show off?” he asked, distracted by the antics on screen.

“What, Rachel doesn’t do it for you?” Eddie teased. Steve reached over to find the remote, then pressed the off button - leaving them in silence.

“I’m more of a Chandler guy, myself,” Steve replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

Robin’s wedding was beautiful. Eddie and Steve snuck knowing glances at each other throughout, but made sure not to make it obvious they’d hooked up to avoid stealing any thunder.

Everyone knew pretty much immediately, anyway.

It was New Year's Eve, 1999. Eddie and Steve had gotten their own apartment after the wedding, and had been together ever since. Steve insisted they stay in the same town as Robin, and Eddie obliged - there wasn’t much tying him to Philly except that it was where he’d been for a decade, and a little location change seemed like the perfect way to enter the next phase of his life.

“I can’t believe the world is going to end in five minutes,” Steve said sarcastically. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“You don’t really believe that shit, right?”

“Well, the world wouldn’t end,” Robin interjected, “just all the computers in the world might crash, which would be just as not fun.”

“Exactly,” Steve agreed. Robin smiled, then was whisked away by her wife. Steve turned back to Eddie. “You’re not nervous at all?” Eddie shook his head.

“No, not really. We’ve already been through an apocalypse together, you know? And we got through that.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Steve realized. “So what’s one more?”

“What’s one more?” Eddie agreed, kissing Steve into the new millennium.

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VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL!

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“Ash.. what on earth are you wearing?” You stood awkwardly outside one of the bathroom stalls, staring at Ashley. She thought it would be hilarious to go to school dressed as Cupid for Valentine’s Day.

“I told you I was going to dress as Cupid!” She says with a big smile. You were speechless.

“I thought you were joking!” You whisper-yelled to her. It definitely wasn’t the usual colours she wore, especially not to school.

It was a poofy, white and pink dress with light pink ribbons all over. She even had the bow and arrow with the heart tip. Even down to feather wings on her back. Definitely wasn’t the craziest thing she’s worn, but still, she mostly wore black and purple not white and pink. To be fair she did show up to school in one of those blow up dinosaur costumes.

“Don’t you think it’s cute? I was going to go around school pretending to be Cupid!” She was definitely excited. You sighed. Once Ash had an idea there was really no talking her out of it and you knew that.

The two of you walked out of the bathroom, making your way to the gym. Since Valentines Day was in a couple days, the school was throwing a dance for the students. And of course, got the very same students to help organize it.

The rest of your group was sitting in a corner blowing up balloons and working on a banner. Larry, Ash and you had been assigned to work on the banner whilst Todd and Sal blew up some balloons. Well, more Todd blowing up the balloons and Sal tying them.

As Ash and you resumed your sides of the banner, she leaned over to you with a smirk.

"You knowww, since im 'cupid' now i could totally shoot both you and Sal" She said, winking a couple times. Your face flushes a little.

A while ago you had confided in Ash about your, very not secret, crush on Sal and she's been trying to get the two of you together ever since, insisting that he liked you back.

"No!" You whisper-yelled in her direction, hoping to not get Sal's attention. You looked over at him quickly to see him struggling to tie the end of the balloon around his finger.

"I really regret telling you i like him."

"And i keep telling you to tell him cause he likes you back!" You quickly try to cover her mouth. Unfortunetly, you werent quick enough and the entire group looked at the two of you. Ash took your hands of her mouth.

"I'm telling you, ask him to go to the dance with you." She smiled at you. You looked awkwardly at her, then to the boys.

"You like soemone?" Todd asked.

"Possibly.." You respond with a quiet tone.

"WHO?" Larry pushed Ash out of his way. Sal didnt seem to want to be part of the conversation. Was he upset? You cleared your throat.

"No one." You said with a smile. It hurt a little to call Sal 'no one' but you had to say it to get Larry off your back.

"Are you still coming to my place for our movie night or are you going to be too busy with your new.. boyfriend" Sal said, a hint of anger, maybe even jealousy, in his tone when he said 'boyfriend'.

"Yeah i am, and I don't have a boyfriend." You say quietly. The two of you remained in silence as Ash eyed the two of you closely.

The silence between you and Sal was nearly unbearable. Normally when the two of you would watch movies together, it would be a shitty movie Sal had found and the two of you would laugh and criticize the plot and awful characters.

But now it was silent, with the ambience noise coming from the TV.

"So." Sal starts.

"Once you and this new guy get together, will he join the group?" His tone indicated that he wasnt too fond of the idea. You couldnt help but be flattered that he didnt want other guys that were interested in you join the group.

"Well no." Maybe it was the fact that Ash had finally been starting to convince you or maybe it was cause it was going to be Valentine's Day soon, but you had suddenly thought that hinting to Sal that you like him would be a good idea.

"No?" He sounded almost hopeful as he turned to look at you.

"He's already in the group.." You said silently, your cheeks flushing. You couldnt look at him, it was too embarassing.

"W.. already.. is it Larry?" You look at him suddenly as he asked.

"No? What made you think that?"

"You went really quiet when he was asking about it earlier." You sigh.

"No it's not Larry.." Sal looks at you in silence.

"So.. it's me..?" You look over at him and nod.

"Really?" He asks quietly. You nod again. You could feel your face get hotter and hotter as time went on, the silence from before returning.

"I mean, I was going to ask you to the dance." Sal said, slowly reaching to grab your hand. You smile.

"I'd be happy to go with you, if your offer still stands."

You would never forget the giant smile Ash had on her face when the two of you had walked into the gymnasium the night of the dancehand in hand.

Who knows. Maybe if you had listened to Ash a little sooner, you wouldnt have had to be as patient with your feelings as you were.

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 2 years ago

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Minutes to Midnight - Gil Grissom x Reader

(A/N: Happy Valentine's Day from the man I wish I could spend it with)

At 10 pm on the 13th of February, Gil and you woke up, having an hour to get ready and go to your shift. Like always, you were happy to see each other, but the knowledge that Valentine's Day was just around the corner made you lovey and dopey, and smiled at each other sweetly before closing your eyes and leaning in for a kiss. You rolled out of bed and freshened up, then headed to grab a quick dinner before going to work.

An hour into the slow shift, Gil looked at his watch. "Hey," he said to you, failing to hide his boyish excitement as he held his wrist out for you to see that it was midnight. A smile of equal goofiness came onto your face because of his own. You looked up at him, and your eyes met his. Seeing the consent in yours, he stepped towards you and engulfed you in a kiss, his lips pressed eagerly to yours and his big body encaging you, keeping you safe. Your hands lingered on his chest, clutching his collar and buttons.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team always got nosy around the time of important romantic dates for the two of you, for one because they were single, and because Grissom used to be so reserved, but he had become more relaxed throughout the course of your relationship, and it was intriguing to see Grissom like that (as well as you, because the pair of you were sweet with each other).

And so, when midnight rolled around, they crept to Grissom's office, stopping just short of the door way. Greg and Warrick giggling made the two of you turn to her. "How cute," Greg teased with a grin. Gil and you looked at each other with decisive smiles, and brought your faces together to kiss again, to the soft joking but genuine cheering of your friends.

Of course, Catherine had to take it where she did, like always. "So breakfast, a movie and...lots of sex?" She was side-eyeing the both of you with a suggestive grin.

"Yeah," you confirmed simply, nuzzling Gil with a loving smile, more lost in him than anything else. And he, too, was just enjoying you, his chin rested on your head with his eyes closed and a relaxed smile.

"But, as for now...?" Catherine prompted.

You finally pulled apart. "For now, we're solving a case with you."

"If we get one," Nick pointed out. "There hasn't been anything, which is very strange."

"Well maybe we can have lunch together. Then, after that, if there's still nothing, (y/n) and I'll take the night off. Catherine will supervise."

"You got it," the woman in question said.

"All right I think we'll leave them alone for now," Warrick smiled, putting his hands on Catherine's and Greg's shoulders and bringing them away, with Nick following along.

For the third time, Gil and you looked at each other, this time for a quick peck before you split off to follow up on evidence for some cold cases.

You all decided to test the blood spatter patterns of a murder, since it was fun to hit things with no consequences of harming people. Grissom leant against the wall beside the doorway and watched you all. After a fun session of hitting, trying out different weapons and creating patterns on the paper stuck on the spatter wall, you finally got somewhere. Greg volunteered to recheck the DNA, so he took note of whose blood spattered which way, collected fresh DNA samples from the storage, and went to relieve Wendy of her duties for a little bit. It was nearly lunchtime when he came back and gave his report; finally, progress had been made. "Great," Grissom smiled. "Let's go eat." Like always, you all decided to patronise Frank's Diner.

When your food came, everyone except Gil looked at it weirdly and confusedly. "What is that?" Nick asked.

"Toad-in-a-hole," you answered simply.

"What?" Warrick heaved, leaning forwards in his seat.

"It's what the English call sausages in mashed potatoes. It's nicely tasty, to me at least," you said, using your fork to cut off a piece of sausage and dragging it through some potato before popping it into your mouth.

Gil looked at his watch. "It's a little over three am. (Y/n) should be getting melancholic right about now."

Your chewing slowed a great deal, and you mafe yourself swallow for comfort before turning to him. "Wah...?"

"I saw your face when we were sitting silently in the car. What's on your mind?" Of course, he had been the one driving.

You felt like sliding down your chair under the table and hiding. But you opted to use your hands to cover your blushing, tearing face, leaving your mouth clear so they could hear you; damn did that man know how to call you out in all the best guilt-free ways. "I was just thinking that I can't believe that I'm here with you all, right here, right now. I can't believe I have the man of my dreams as my...to call my own, and with my family." A sniffle followed that.

Greg, who was sitting on your other side, wrapped his arms around you. "We love you," he said simply, before giving you a kiss on the side of your head.

You sniffled again before saying, "I love you too." He let go of you.

Gil poked your fork through some potato and waved it in front of you teasingly. "Now come on, eat your toad-in-a-hole."

You smiled at him, and ate what he held right in front of your mouth, instantly cheering up; tpically, Gil comforted you seriously, but the both of you preferred to have that in private; playfully flirting in public, demonstrating confidence and pride in your relationship, worked just as well.

After your meal, you parted ways, with Gil and you bidding everyone else good luck at work while they teasingly called 'happy Valentine's Day's out. Gil drove again, and you became thoughtful and quiet again.

You stepped out of your thoughts when Gil pulled into the driveway. You entered the house without needing his guidance. Once you had both taken turns in the shower, Gil asked you, "What would you like to do now?"

"Can we lie on the couch and listen to music?"

At that, he took his shirt off because he thought you would probably want to play with his torso hair. "Sure." You went to the sitting room. Before he could ask what you wanted to listen to, he saw that you were already picking out something. So he just lay down on his back for you to lie on top of him. You put the CD you had picked in the player and selected the track you wanted. He smiled as you got on top of him and he wrapped you in his arms, having recognised the song. "Valentine's Day by Linkin Park."

"What else?" Your response was muffled because your face was buried in his chest hair. He gaily thumped out the percussion on your back (not that you would not encourage it).

When the song ended, he waited for your next actions, and that happened to be in the form of just lying as you were and letting the album play. "It's Valentine's Day and we're listening to songs like Given Up and Leave Out All the Rest," he teased.

"Mmf. Leave Out All the Rest is our song anyway."

"Yeah..."

Somehow, you eventually fell asleep, when What I've Done was playing; it was not a particulary slow song, but it was soothing. Gil reached out to turn off the radio and joined you.

And the pair of you woke up just in time for breakfast. It was too late to cook, so Gil picked up the phone to order takeout. "What would you like to eat?"

"I can't decide whether I want fish and chips or pizza..." you mulled, looking down, putting your hand on your chin and rubbing slightly.

"I'll get one of each, then we'll split them in half."

"Sounds good."

"What pizza do you want?"

"Pizza with no ingredients, but beef on the left side." When Gil looked like he was about to kill you, you adjusted, "Erm, pepperoni pizza with cheese, please."

He made the order, and the two of you decided what movies to watch while waiting for it to arrive. When it did, Gil went to collect it while you put in the first movie; it was just going to be a collection of Westerns running all day. Then, when everything was set up and ready for eating, Gil said, "Wait here," and went off somewhere. You looked on curiously, but soon forgot about him because your attention was drawn to the scent of the warm, crispy fish. You sliced a bite and ate it, your mouth salivating readily to break it up as quickly as possible. Gil returned with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of such in the other. Upon seeing your tickled and surprised gaze as he set the glasses on the table and filled them, he said, "Wine goes well with Italian food, doesn't it?"

"Yeah but we're eating British food too," you said bemusedly, poking a chip with your fork and turning it vertically up to indicate it.

He shrugged. "Still."

"I don't think wine will go well with this though."

"Eat the fish and fries first then." And with that he stole the one off your fork by simply stretching his neck out and eating it.

So you cut the fish in half while Gil started the movie, the opening credits starting. The two of you took your sweet time with everything, just wanting to enjoy yourselves and each other. The both of you lost your sense of time, but eventually, Gil poured the wine out, and you consumed it alongside the pizza.

After every last morsel was consumed and you had binged films until you were satisfied, you looked at each other, tired, and dopey, smiling at each other. You instinctively scooted to sit as close by as possible. Gil lowered his forehead to touch yours, and soon, his lips followed suit. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered.

"I love you too," you whispered back, saying it in different ways but meaning the same thing altogether.

#gil grissom x reader #gil grissom loving #gil grissom #billy petersen loving #billy petersen #william petersen #csi #c-v-c-e fic

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violetsareblue-selfships · 2 years ago

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A Confession Gone... Wrong?

Ship: Beidou x Ningguang x April (Pre-relationship) | Word Count: 583 | Warnings/Tags: I don't think there's anything.

A/N: Happy birthday, Beidou~ Also happy Valentine's Day, everyone! this fic works for both in a way so :3 Hope you all enjoy it!

April never considered herself particularly impulsive. The most impromptu thing she'd do in most circumstances is start to hum or strum her lyre. But, as a bard, that's fairly expected of her no matter where she goes.

So, she doesn't know whether to blame the way Beidou makes her heart pound heavily in her chest or the relaxed atmosphere as they watch the sunset at the beach for the way her words leap to her tongue without passing through her brain.

She also doesn't know what made her say it this particular night. Since arriving in Ritou, Beidou and April would often spend time together chatting or enjoying music together. The conversation turned briefly to when Beidou would be leaving, so maybe that's the spark that set the whole thing off.

"Before you leave, go out with me once." April urges. "I think you're beautiful and I'd hate to miss this opportunity."

Beidou's eyes widen, momentarily stunned silent. Then she laughs. Anyone else and this reaction would scare April, but Beidou laughs often and for a lot of different reasons. It's not an immediate rejection.

"Wow. I must say, I didn't expect that." Beidou says, still laughing softly. "While tempting… I doubt Ning would appreciate that much."

April gasps softly, wincing at the way she'd forgotten about the other woman. Beidou talks about her so often that forgetting she exists is nearly impossible. But still April managed it.

"Oh, Archons, Beidou, I'm so sorry! Ignore me - that was foolish." She apologizes, dropping her lyre to her lap to wave her hands in front of her.

Again, Beidou laughs. "S'alright. But… I can't deny you're cute… I think Ning would like you."

"Huh?!" April's taken aback by her words.

"Pfft, yeah. I also can't deny I like you… And I'm never one to pass on opportunities like this, so I want to suggest something." Beidou says.

It's almost too good to be true. Even with her blunder, this isn't a full rejection, so of course, April nods and urges her to continue.

"Eager, huh?" Beidou teases, chuckling as April's cheeks turn pink. "Cute. But if you could win over Ningguang as well… Who's to say we couldn't go out on a date?"

"I'd like to try." She says, looking determined, and Beidou laughs softly.

"Figured you'd say that. You do know that means you'll have to come back to Liyue with me, right?" Beidou asks.

It's April's turn to laugh, finding her concern silly. "It's fine, Beidou! I've always wanted to travel, plus I can still perform in other places! Who knows, maybe I'll get some new inspiration from being in a different place?"

"Heh, alright. Then when we set sail, I expect to see you on board." Beidou says and April giggles, nodding her head and promising to be there.

With that, she resumes strumming on her lyre and the conversation drifts to other topics. While the whole point of the trip is for her to meet Ningguang, April can't deny that she's even more excited about getting to travel for the first time.

Even if nothing comes of her meeting Ningguang, she feels that the trip would be worth it just to broaden her horizons. Plus, more time spent with Beidou in any capacity is worth it in her eyes.

She might look into the music library to see if there's any Liyue traditional songs there. Anything to try to win over Ningguang would help.

This is going to be fun.

#self ship #self shipping #self ship story #self ship fic #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self insert #canon x si #canon x self insert #a leader; a pirate; and their bard💞🎶#poly self ship #my writing

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umilily · 2 years ago

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Hihi :)) it's butler meru anon! I have retuned hehe

Anyways - I've been thinking about spending Valentine's with Meru scenarios... Specifically like

Himeru is absolutely /whipped/ for you - imagine this is a timeline thats different from coffee cups where you and meru met differently, probably youre a cute secretary lady under cospro and himeru enjoys your presence - and since Valentine's day is around the corner, Himeru wants to ask you out but the thing is he's completely lost on what to do; he didn't expect to fall in love with you and especially didn't expect how deep his emotions go for you so while he's smiling to himself and chuckling at thoughts of you- this man? Completely lost.

Fortunately - or unfortunately depending on how you want to look at it - his unit mates even roommates are willing to throw some ideas out for him! Besides the constant teasing he gets because of his little crush

- "How did you know HiMERU likes them? I've never explicitly said anything that might have indicated that."

- "You were smiling like a lovestruck boy when she was talking to you, it's pretty obvious."

-"Ah."

Anywho, after some back and forth and pros and cons, he decided to slip a small love letter with some of his paperwork and and hoped you noticed. Himeru tried his best to conceal his nervousness yet excitement, and when you wrote a love letter back? His eyes basically gleem and shine with utter joy. He had to contain himself but he!! Is very happy!! And later that Valentine's day you two go on a cute little date and it's just. Pure fluff no lewd just pure toothache fluff.

You know that one clip where this Korean guy in a kdrama was kicking his feet in bed and giggling when he sees his gf? Yeah, that's Meru with you.

Welcome back butler meru anon! (is that just going to be your name now? lol please let me know if you’d prefer something else) Hope you’re doing well :3 Thank you for blessing my inbox with another great scenario of yours!

I gotta admit that this made me giggle and kick my feet when I read it this morning. Maybe it sounds a little odd, considering the kind of smut I’ve put out in the world lol, but reading anything fluffy just makes me so flustered (>////<)

I wholeheartedly agree that Himeru would be an absolute mess. Like it’s one thing to act all suave and put together on stage or in front of a camera, but when face to face with you - just smiling and cheerfully wishing him a good morning, when he comes into the office? How do words work again? Given Himeru’s background, I can’t imagine that he has a lot of first hand experience when it comes to romance, so i think when it hit him that he likes you - like a lot - he’d be so damn lost, it would be funny if it weren’t so sad to witness him choke on his coffee when you unexpectedly say something to him.

And like you said, he’s so damn obvious about it too, so that it’s only a matter of weeks until everyone - except you of course - got his little crush figured out. It might be a bit of a surprise at first, because who would have seen coming that Himeru of all people would act so damn awkward around you? But his struggle eventually becomes so painful to watch that it is collectively decided that he needs help, and from then on he would never know peace again, because he can’t save himself from more or less useful input from everyone around him. They’d all be so invested and come up with increasingly ridiculous plans to get him a date. (I can perfectly picture Rinne pestering you when you’re trying to work “to find out what you think about Meru”, who nearly dies from second-hand embarrassment when he finds out about it lmao or he’s just getting ready in the morning with Arashi and Tetora as his personal hype-woman and -man in the background as he mentally tries to prepare for seeing your face) But Himeru refuses to do anything that’s like super out there or over the top, because he still has an image to maintain, you know? (and what if you don’t feel the same way and say no…?)

In the end the love letter idea is something Kohaku drops only half seriously and in passing, because it just seems way too obvious of a move, surely Himeru must have considered that already. But he hasn’t really, not seriously at least, but now that he thinks about it a little more… Perhaps it would be the best course of action. It allows him to sort out his thoughts and put them into words without the risk of getting distracted by you and stumbling over his words like a fool. It still takes a long time and a lot of drafts getting discarded until he manages to come up with something satisfactory and not too cheesy. (He hopes.) He’s running a bit short on time to make it before Valentine’s Day, so he just slips the letter in between the paperwork he has to hand you anyways and hurries off once it’s safely in your hands…

And poor you. You can’t help feeling a little confused. Why is he in such a rush? You’d have liked to chat for a little bit… Lately, all you’ve been doing is working overtime - which admittedly you volunteered for, because your colleagues are all busy with buying presents for their partners or planning cute dates… Meanwhile you’re stuck here with boring paperwork and no date in sight. You’ve bought yourself some cheap chocolate to fuel you while you work away, occasionally allowing yourself to slip into a daydream or two about actually getting any as a gift… maybe even from your favourite idol… By the time you get to the final stack of documents - the one Himeru had brought over earlier - it’s late already and you’re alone on the office floor. A fact you end up being very grateful for when you spot the small envelope that looks nothing like the ones usually used at ES with your name on it. This way the excited squeal that leaves you when you open it and read the letter stays between you and the office walls. You had been ready to go home soon, but now that you’re holding this in your hands, you’re suddenly full of motivation to keep writing for a little longer…

To say that Himeru is nervous when he comes into work the next morning would be an understatement. He’s tempted to just sneak past you, but you spot him before he manages to slip away and call him over to your desk. You’re rummaging around with some documents and he’s just standing there frozen in place, because what if you say something about the letter? Or what if you don’t? The latter ends up happening, because you just brightly smile and hand him a stack of paper with the request for him to read the documents until the end of the day. Himeru tries his best to not look disappointed that apparently his plan of asking you out didn’t work.

The disappointment, however, doesn’t last very long, because once Himeru has a break from practice and uses the time to go over the paperwork you’ve given him while he tries catching his breath, he notices something amongst the stack that he did not expect to find there. There’s a letter. Addressed to him. In hindsight, it may have been smarter not to open it in the presence of the rest of his unit, but he can’t help his curiosity and his heart pounding in his chest. Of course his dopey smile doesn’t go unnoticed by the others and he has to run a few laps around the practice room to escape them trying to get a glimpse at the letter you wrote, but he can’t seem to mind all that much when taking the leap ended up being this much of a success. Now he only needs to figure out where to take you for the date, you’ve suggested after work…

Hehe, I had a lot of fun thinking about this :3 it also gave me the motivation to finish editing the Valentine's special for coffee cups, so I'll get back to that now ^^

Thanks again for stopping by and making me blush and giggle! <3

#lily answers #shoe anon

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lovedecorate · 1 month ago

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🛌 💐🎇 ☃️ 🥧🎬 ٩( 'ω' )و

ask game ♪

u are my number one thank u ash 😢 i ended up yapping abt all three ships sorry its so long >_0

🛌 - do you and your f/o sleep in the same bed? if you do, do you have a favorite and least favorite thing about sleeping together?

☕️🍮 - YES !!!!!! sorry im the most excited to answer this one. anyways their favorite thing is probably the cuddling ( ☕️ runs hot and then 🍮 runs cold lol ) despite 🍮's shyness in public she rlly likes to hold him / be held . . . her whimsy <3 however ☕️ often leaves first and doesn't wake 🍮 which she Does Not like. alas he thinks shes too cute sleeping and refuses to bother her lol

🎨🎭🎹 - yepp its a tight squeeze tho, mostly bc 🎭 takes up so much space on the bed 😭😭 literally the biggest bed hog ever. the only way to combat this is for her to be sandwiched in between 🎨🎹 /silly aside from that little annoyance they all just like to hold each other . . . so niceys

💻📷 - yeas ! 💻 playfully complains that 📷 is clingy but its cute and silly 💯 also much to 💻's annoyance 📷 sleeps like a log and its nearly Impossible to wake her up, so if shes clinging to him hes pretty much Stuck lmao but despite it all he likes it lmaoo hes so funny

💐 - do you have a garden? what does it look like? do you instead keep flowers in your home? what kind?

☕️🍮 - not really . . . 🍮 kills every plant she touches and ☕️ doesnt have time to maintain them lol i like to think they have hardy seasonal flowers out front tho its pretty w minimal maintainence :] as for inside the house, i do they have bouquets that ☕️ buys for 🍮 sometimes . . . she forgets to change the water tho so they dont last very long 😭 the flowers in the bouquets vary also but she rlly likes lillies so they usually feature them

🎨🎭🎹 - no garden here either But there are quite a few houseplants bc 🎨 likes to try and take care of them !! 🎭 does her best to help out but shes forgetful and doesnt water them when shes supposed to 😞 i think 🎹 is indifferent abt it, if his gfs like them then whatever LOL he doesnt go out of his way to care for them but he'll do whatever they ask 👍 idk much abt plants in general so idk what theyd have specifically but yeah >_0

💻📷 - no bc they live in an apartment 👍 also no plants inside the house bc neither of them care for them much . . . theyd rather spend time doing other things than worry abt houseplants lol

🎇 - do you and your f/o have a favorite holiday to celebrate together? what is it? do you have different holidays you like celebrating?

☕️🍮 - christmas !! they do surprise gift exchanges and 🍮 loves decorating their christmas tree :D

🎨🎭🎹 - valentines / white day !!! 🎨🎭 love to make 🎹 treats and in return he often gets them cute trinkets >_0 its fun 💯💯

💻📷 - new years !! living thru the new years is important to them bc of Lore reasons, so being able to celebrate new years together is something sweet for them ^_^ they dont rlly do much to celebrate other than watch a countdown and spend time together

☃️ - in the winter time, is there anything fun you two do together? make snowmen, snow angels, bake holiday treats?

☕️🍮 - they like to take walks together when its snowing !!! its kind of relaxing for them ? but ☕️ wont let them stay out for too long so 🍮 doesnt catch a cold lol . . . aside from that ☕️ will help 🍮 bake cute winter cookies !

🎨🎭🎹 - definitely making snowmen hehe !! they like to try and make snowmen that look like each tho 🎨's usually turn out the best . . . 🎭🎹 try their hardest tho LOL which isnt bad at all. 🎨 just makes them look Not As Good unfortunately

💻📷 - they stay indoors 👍 theyre the types to just look outside and drink hot cocoa together heehee >_0

🥧 - have you and your f/o tried to bake something together? how did it go? what did you make?

☕️🍮 - yepyeppp !! ☕️ will help 🍮 bake whatever she wants, though he doesnt usually eat it . . . hes not into sweets like she is lol

🎨🎭🎹 - YES !!! they do it quite often tbh 🎹 can only make cupcakes but 🎨🎭 looove baking together. they make all kinds of stuff >_< !! mostly experiments but they Usually taste good

💻📷 - not necessarily Together, but 💻 likes to watch 📷 bake !!! which is . . . quite often bc hes very demanding lol he likes it the best when she makes donuts but cakes and studf arent off the table either

🎬 - is there a go to movie that you and your f/o watch on a movie night? do they have a favorite? who picks the movies?

☕️🍮 - no . . . tbh i dont imagine them having movie nights cause 🍮 doesnt watch movies often and if they watch something they like to see it in theaters ! ☕️ usually lets 🍮 pick movies tho, and theyre usually mystery or romcoms LOL

🎨🎭🎹 - mmm Yes and No . they prefer watching tv shows over movies, so theyll cram on the couch and binge a few episodes or so of a show one of them is invested in !! and they take turns picking a series for them all to finish >_0

💻📷 - yes they do !!! 💻 doesnt care much for them but 📷 INSISTS so hes like. okay whatever u say lmao 👍 no favorite movies in particular but she likes fantasy :D

#ask game ♪#ash ♪#🍮☕️#🎨🎭🎹#💻📷

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ikkaku-of-heart · 2 years ago

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@shambledsurgeon asked: It was nearly the day. The curse that was Valentines. Everyone was in an uproar over it, prepping for festivities and becoming more...mushy. It had him thinking on certain types of interactions of crews. He lodged his question to his mechanic. "Hey, what are your opinions on relationships between crew mates?" He attempted to sound nonchalant.

Unprompted

It was nice, grabbing coffee with her captain and enjoying a little downtime on a small island. Too bad it hadn’t been entirely comfortable. The place was utterly decked out in red and pink heart-shaped decorations in anticipation of the upcoming romantic holiday, and the server had none-too-subtly implied that Ikkaku and Law made a cute couple. A presumption they had both swiftly shot down. So while it was a strange topic, Ikkaku didn’t feel Law’s question completely came out of nowhere, especially considering the number of lovey-dovey couples they had watched stroll by the window.

“Honestly?” she asked, sipping her latte, lips quickly ruining the cinnamon heart that floated on the surface of the hot drink. “I suppose they can work, depending on the couple and the crew’s dynamics as a whole. I guess I can see how the closeness that comes on being part of the same crew, living on the same ship, always being together isn’t entirely unlike married life for some people. So, I mean, if it works for a particular couple, good for them.”

Another pair of lovebirds strolled past the window arm-in-arm, gazing into each others’ eyes so deeply Ikkaku wasn’t entirely sure how they didn’t accidentally walk into something. It was cute, but definitely not something she could imagine herself in. Not that she was opposed to a long-term relationship, but as she watched the couple disappear down the street, she realized that her own idea of the perfect relationship didn’t reflect what most society seemed to idealize.

“I don’t think I could do it, though,” she admitted. “Not with a Heart Pirate. The crew is too much like a family to me.” Perhaps in the very beginning she would have considered it. She had fostered a teenage crush on Law when she first joined the crew, though that had passed within a couple of weeks when she’d realized her infatuation was really because she’d never really experienced platonic affection and had confused the two. She was just grateful Law hadn’t teased her too badly about it after. “Like, I love you guys, but I spend my days in a pressurized metal tube living in close proximity with you all. There are plenty of times you drive me crazy or piss me off and I just need some fucking space. That closeness that might work for some couples? Yeah, I think I need the opposite.”

Putting down her coffee cup, Ikkaku rested her chin in her palm, gazing at one of the red heart-shaped balloons that decorated the café. “I barely get my own space as it is on the Tang. If I was in a relationship with someone on the crew, sooner or later they’d probably permanently want to move into my room, and that little space wouldn’t be just mine anymore. I sure as hell wouldn’t have anyplace besides the engine room to cool off if I’m pissed. But more than that...fuck, a relationship would make things awkward, wouldn’t it? Like, fights would be the whole crew’s business. There’d be that much more pressure to fix things right away because it could fuck up everyone’s teamwork, but since we’d be rushing they wouldn’t be real fixes - just slapping a Band-Aid over the issue instead of genuinely working it out. And if we ever broke up...”

That was definitely the biggest issue. Ikkaku was an incredibly loyal woman and didn’t get into relationships lightly, but she also had a hot temper and could be stubborn and sometimes petty. A break-up with her had the potential to be messy in normal circumstances. But with a crewmate, with how badly such a thing could turn out if she did go that route, it would be ten times worse than with someone on another ship where at least they could part ways and there might at least be time for her to cool off before they saw each other again.

A harsh reality hit her, and Ikkaku’s shoulders slumped. “No. We wouldn’t break up. Not unless they turned out to be some abusive asshole because I know for sure you’d fucking kill him if that were the case, and I don’t think that counts as a break up, really. But that’s pretty fucking unlikely with our crew, so instead I’d just be...bored, I guess. Bored and miserable because I’d feel guilty about breaking up with a crewmate for anything less than being beaten half to death every night. All because my nakama mean the world to me and breaking up with one potentially puts everyone in a bad position. Because with break-ups it’s inevitable that people would have to take sides. The crew would be divided. It would be tense and awkward and we’d all be trapped together while it festers. So I’d force myself to grin and bear it and pretend to be happy because I’m willing to admit I’m the exact kind of stupid who puts others’ happiness first and sets herself on fire to keep others warm.”

With a sigh of acceptance, she shook her head ruefully. “I definitely couldn’t date someone on the same crew. I got nothing but respect for people who can, because they’re clearly a lot braver and more stable than I am. I think I’ll stick to long-distance, definitively non-Heart Pirate relationships for everyone’s sakes.”

#shambledsurgeon #The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon)#Oh Captain My Captain (Law)#Wear My Heart on My Sleeve (Shipping)#Join the Hearts: We Have Uniforms #(well this got waaaay longer than I'd anticipated but I had a lot of thoughts about this)#(some I didn't even get to touch on but it was long enough already lol)#(TLDR Ikkaku could never date a fellow Heart Pirate and is best off with something more long-distance)

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sayorseee · 2 years ago

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(I had a comment and it turned into a full blown story…)

Zed’s second year at Seabrook High was…interesting, to say the least.

Most people didn’t openly hate him. He had friends who weren’t only zombies or football players, his teachers actually praised his work (in front of other humans, even to his dad!), and even Bucky was being less awful than before.

It didn’t change the fact that, come February fourteenth, Zed nearly had a fatal heartbeat at the sight of his locker overflowing with Valentine’s Day cards and treats.

He always made three trips to his locker per day: once in the morning before classes started, once before lunch, and once at the end of the day, between the end of classes and the beginning of football practice. On that second trip, while he was walking with Eliza and Bonzo, to go meet their human friends for lunch, he made a detour to his locker.

He nearly screamed when he opened it, little pink envelopes and small baggies of candy falling out onto the floor in front of him.

Eliza cackles at his reaction, while Zed stares at the mess, completely stunned. Only for a few seconds, though. It doesn’t take long for him to put two and two together: his beautiful, sweet, amazing girlfriend — Addison — loved sneaking notes into his locker.

When they met up before school for their daily walk to school, he gifted her a giant bouquet of flowers from their favorite Zombietown florist, and she gifted him a box of fancy chocolates only found in one shop in Seabrook that very specifically did not allow zombies in it, and they both promised to have a nice, stay at home date, after school ended.

She must have decided to do something cute and reminiscent of the early days of their relationship, when Bucky would watch her like a Hawk and forbade her from seeing him, so she’d slip notes in his locker and rig it full of confetti.

Zed grins, crouching down to pick up the mass of paper cards and hearts and small bags of candy exclusive to Seabrook. He looks up at his two friends, unable to contain his excitement.

“Look what Addison did, guys!” he boasts.

Bonzo mirrors his enthusiasm, while Eliza just crouches down and picks up a pink, glittery card. “Um, I don’t think all of these are from Addison.”

“Hm?”

Eliza flips the card over and reads, “Happy Valentine’s Day football star, X-O-X-O Marlene (Second Period Chem).” Eliza turns it to Zed, while slowly examines it. “She even put her phone number!”

Eliza is unfortunately right. They spend a few minutes sorting through as many of the items as possible, and they’re all from various girls and guys in his classes, on the cheer team, some girls on the volleyball team as well as people from the cheer squad. It’s…kind of a lot. He hadn’t even realized that many people knew him or even liked him.

“Well, if you and Addison ever break up, you have plenty of options,” Eliza says.

“Eliza!”

Eliza chuckles.

“Za grabada zala?” Bonzo asks.

“What am I gonna do with all this? I have no idea…”

The bell rings, reminding them that they were currently missing lunch. Zed and Eliza pick up as many of the cards as they can. Zed doesn’t want to keep them. He has a girlfriend, and keeping Valentine’s gifts from other people felt icky.

“Oh! Sour skittles!” Eliza exclaims. “They don’t sell these in Zombietown.”

“Do you want them?” Zed asks.

Eliza looks up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement which doesn’t usually happen with Eliza.

“Really?”

Zed nods. “Yeah! Do you want something too, Bonzo?”

Bonzo nods eagerly, and so begins Zed’s newest expedition. Bonzo, Eliza, and Zed take all the cards with them to lunch, where Addison gets a good laugh out of Zed’s fluster to all the attention. While they eat, they take all the candy and treats from the Valentine’s cards. They split them as much as they could, then Zed takes the rest with him and hands them out to all his zombie friends who don’t often get the chance to eat the human candies. Then, he goes home and gives the rest to his little sister, who nearly explodes from the excitement.

Zed keeps the candy stash in his room under the bed so their dad doesn’t get upset, and every few nights Zoey sneaks in and they have candy nights.

I feel like zed’s locker would be filled with valentines cards and gifts on Valentine’s Day. and he would just be completely oblivious and assume they’re all from Addison even though most of the school fawns over him

#zombies #zeddison #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolus #zombies 2 #zombies 3 #sayorseee writes

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cowboy-anon · 3 years ago

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So I guess I’ve found my doodle style lol. Long story short, in an AU where Apple ends up living with sideblog’s Orfeu, Haru, and Blue, Apple and Haru end up boyfriends! :)

@sideblogformindtrash

#i love these two with all my heart okay- lol <3 #and it's nearly valentine's day so yeah they get to be cute together. as a treat <33 #whump art #kinda?#my whump art #apple the whumpee #haru the whumpee #<-- the lovely sideblog's whumpees #well *whumpee* lol but i'm not gonna redo that tag pfft-#pet whump #collar tw #ig lol. just in case :)

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years ago

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Hey, I think your requests are open, I could be wrong tho, but if they are open could you do face riding with Pietro maximoff please 😩😩

my requests are always open, I encourage as many requests as possible darling! Also so down to write this because I haven't written for Pietro in a hot minute.

Valentine's Breakfast

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: Pietro knows the perfect way to greet you when you wake up the morning of your first Valentine’s Day together, and it’s guaranteed to make you see stars.

Warnings: porn with little plot, face riding, mentions of an erection, AFAB reader, female receiving oral, swearing, not beta-read.

Word Count: 1.4K

It was your first Valentine's Day with Pietro as a couple, and ever since you explained the holiday to him once he moved into the compound officially he couldn't wait to celebrate with you. He knew vaguely of the holiday, but considering the failing state of Sokovia when he was growing up there wasn't much of a market for it.

You had officially gotten together shortly after the battle of Sokovia, Tony claimed he saw it coming after you were caught flirting with him on the battlefield while the rest of the team was still trying to take down the hydra base. “Y/n, keep your eyes open for two enhanced individuals. One is too fast to see, beware” Steve warned over the intercom. “Yeah yeah I’ll keep an eye out” you said back without an actual care in the world. Maybe you’d actually listen to what Cap said if he also wasn’t the one to recommend you start far out on the field away from the battle because you “weren’t ready for battle”.

“Are you hearing something I’m not dragá?” Pietro questioned, stepping closer to your frame as you leaned back against a snowy tree.

“Just my boss somewhere on the inside warning me about something on the outside.” you said with an eye roll “it’s nothing that concerns you, I promise.” you reassured him.

“The thing is, I’m supposed to be on the inside right now. So, sorry in advance for what I’m about to do.” He says quickly, and before you can even ask what he means by that you're knocked over on your ass with the back of your head hitting the tree you were just leaning up against.

“Wish I could say I didn’t see that coming kid, but you were fraternizing with the enemy. Or should I say, flirting?” Tony said, hearing the whole thing over comms and knowing exactly who you were talking to. Beyond that, the rest between you and Pietro was history. You weren’t officially together when the Maximoff’s agreed to move into the Avengers compound, but Tony still jumped the gun and made your room Pietro’s room as well. Informing Clint that he lost the bet when you thanked Tony for his decision.

Now it was nearly 11am as you were just starting to wake up, Tony was nice enough to give all couples in the compound the day off. Mostly because besides you and Pietro that also included him and Pepper, besides the point. You rolled over to see a smiley Pietro with his silver waves all messy and cute. “Good morning dragosté” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” he added, his smile getting wider.

“Ah so that’s why you’re so smiley this early in the morning.” you replied with a chuckle, running a hand through his unruly hair only ruffing it up more.

“I have a surprise for you.” he chimed, laying on his back fully.

“Oh? And what’s that?” you asked teasingly.

“Get on top of me and find out.” he stated, starting to pull the covers off his toned body.

“Great, my Valentine’s Daygift is that I get to do all the work?” you joked, getting ready to swing your body over his despite your suspicions.

“Just trust me dragá.” Pietro insisted as you slotted your hips over his.

“Yeah sur- oh.” you said as your weight sunk down onto pietro. . . he was already at half mast at 11 in the morning. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he gently lifted his hips and grinded into your covered heat. “Oh.” you said lowly, eyes gently fluttering shut. “That’s not even the best part.” Pietro claimed, one hand lifting your shirt enough to expose your panties and the other hooking onto them before- riiip!

“Hey!” you shouted, watching your now ripped underwear be discarded somewhere in your room. “Ah ah,” Pietro scolded, both his hands now coming around your waist and grabbing your ass firmly. “Climb on, princessá.” he said in a sultry tone, his hands on your bottom now lifting up and bringing you towards his face. You smirked down at him “are you sure?” you asked, now hovering over his face. “More than sure.” he admitted, nothing but pure lust in his eyes.

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto Pietro’s eager face, but you obviously weren’t quick enough because Pietro placed his hands on your hips and forcefully brought your heat down onto his face and eagerly started eating away.

You cried out loudly, your hands desperately searching for something to hold on to and anchor you to this physical realm. One of your hands gripped the headboard of your shared bed, the other tightly grasped his dark roots. Under you Pietro was going at it like a man starved, his tongue eagerly lapping in and out of your slick entrance as his large nose pressed up firmly against your clit. You weren’t even sure how he could breathe, it was like you were his oxygen.

Your worries and fears about crushing your beloved boyfriend subsided as the pleasure he was providing beneath you increased, you started to grind down softly on his face as his nose increased pressure on your sensitive bud. Pietro let out a muffled moan as you continued to grind against his face, sending beautiful vibrations through your core and letting you know that he was enjoying this just as much as you.

His tongue expertly curled and flicked inside of you and his stubble began to tickle your rear, you were desperate to have him as far inside you as possible so you rode his face like no tomorrow. If Pietro wasn’t fucking his tonuge into your soaked cunt he was inteligently sucking on your throbbing clit, sending waves of pleasure through you as you cried out.

“Pietro,” you cried out breathlessly “Oh Pietro, please.” earning a symphony of moans from the man beneath you as he started to push you over the edge. He must’ve known that you were close, that man knew your body like the back of his hand. Pietro brought one of his hands from your hips to your breast as he groped and squeezed your supple tissue. The room started spinning and Pietro used his fingers to tweak and pinch your sensitive nipple, moans falling from your lips faster than you could compute.

“Pietro I- I’m, fuck!” you screamed out, thrusting against his face as you tried to verbalize a warning as you fell apart. But Pietro knew, he could feel you pulsating and tightening on his tongue. His other hand stayed firmly on your hip as he helped you ride out the intense orgasm. Your hips stuttered over his face as your sweet juices came rushing out and dribbled onto Pietro’s face, which he gladly lapped up may I add. As your hips started to slow Pietro brought his other hand back to your hand and soothed his palm over your sides. You were catching your breath as Pietro licked up the last of your orgasm as gently brought you off his face and laid you back down next to him.

He propped himself up on his side with his elbow as he watched you phase back into reality, a now slick grin on his face. A few moments later once you had fully caught your breath you turned to see your boyfriend looking gleeful as ever. You laughed breathlessly as you playfully rolled your eyes at him. “I’m beginning to think that you enjoyed that more than me.” you said, rolling onto your side to face him completely.

“And would it be such a crime if I did dragosté?” he asked, bringing one hand to your face and soothing his thumb over your cheek.

“Wasn’t that little activity supposed to be for my pleasure?” you asked accusingly.

“Oh don't worry my sweet, you’ll get a lot more pleasure today. . . I promise.” Pietro said confidently, pulling you in for another kiss.

A/N

Hell yeah mf I missed writing requests and I’m proud I can still do them. . . anyways that was hot and I’m glad to say I officially spent my Valentine's Day writing smut. Also it’s my two year anniversary of starting on tumblr so cheers to that! Hope this request exceeded your expectations nonnie!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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taegularities · 3 years ago

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aww can we please get a drabble on (ry) jk x oc on what they did for valentine’s day, super cute fluff and just them being in love 🥺

I’m feeling a OC & JK ruin you drabble. Only if you are up to it? I can never get enough of those 2.

combined two asks again, cos it's bedtime soon 🤓 thank you for your request !!! i hope you like how it turned out 🥺

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valentine

pairing: Jungkook x reader

fic: ruin you

wc: 786

warnings: none, except them being unlucky on hearts day. but the ending... the ending. :)

ask my characters/request a drabble

how and what you can request <3

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You’re pouting and sulking as you watch Jungkook pay the waiter for your terribly tasteless food.

When you and your boyfriend promised each other to spend an unforgettable day together, this is not what you’d had in mind. Rain pours outside, the restaurant nearly empty and one third of the food still untouched.

Damn your habit of trying new places with low rankings. You always convince yourself that you need to try their meal yourself, confirming whether the disgruntled feedback rings true. Most of the time, it doesn’t.

But today, it so does.

As you step into the incessant shower outside, pressing your body into Jungkook’s who’s holding the umbrella tight, you say, “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“You know what for.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Well, for ruining Valentine’s Day. I know you were looking forward to it,” you tell him, and he comes to a halt in the middle of the pathway, looking at you with a sigh.

“Yeah, I did,” he says, tapping your nose with utter affection, “but it’s not your fault everything turned out to be so shitty.”

Your face sinks and the glow in your eyes fades, and as you fiddle with the zipper of your jacket, you mumble, “So you admit that it was shitty.”

“Not you. We just weren’t lucky, baby.”

The sadness spreading across your countenance doesn’t fall, no matter what he tries – the failed day must affect you deeply, and Jungkook can’t help but feel warmth spread in his chest. The fact that you care this much; love him this much…

Yes, there’s no doubt. He won’t want anymore more than he’s ever wanted you.

“Okay, let’s go for a little walk,” he suggests, taking your hand into his as he pulls you forward. “A little rain didn’t stop us back in college, and it won’t stop us now either.”

“Ugh, I think my immune system got worse, though.”

“As if. It’s always me you need to take care of.”

With his constant jokes and reassurances, your shoulders relax and the crease between your eyebrows vanishes. Perhaps you’ll remember that day better, because it was so terrible. One day, you’re sure you’ll laugh about it; tell your grandchildren how much their granny used to fuck up the simplest tasks.

As you leave the busy city behind, the world grows darker, less light shining onto you when you step into an area in front of a big, quiet church. The moon and stars are hiding behind the crying clouds, and you rely on distant lampposts to guide you through the darkness.

You stop your stroll when you reach a pavilion, leaning the dripping umbrella against one of the benches you reached.

“Look,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand once before he lets it go. He pushes you forward until he can press his front against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder and an arm wrapped around your torso. “We used to come here back in college. Do you remember?”

You squint your eyes as you attempt to recognise the place – and when memories finally seep through your consciousness, you say, “Oh my god. Yes, yes, I do remember! Oh god, we’d walk all night without knowing where we were going, and then we found this place and–”

“And it’s where I asked you to move in with me. Yeah.”

The benches still stand in a circle, trees planted between them and the area in front of them and the church empty. Back then, people would gather on hot summer days and talk or do homework, read a book or share fruit.

Pictures of the past flash into your mind, you and Jungkook in your younger years shifting from one bench to another; laughing, joking, eating, kissing each other’s cheeks and foreheads. If you’d known back then where you’d be now, nestled in his embrace, you would’ve looked forward to the future more than you already had.

“What a big question that was,” you say, staring at the tree that has grown incredibly high and beautiful, swaying in the wind and rain.

Despite noticing the lack of his body faintly, you only realise that Jungkook has stepped back when a cold shiver runs down your spine. You blink, surprised by the silence and the missing warmth, only turning around when his shaky, nervous voice inquires, “May I go a step further?”

Jungkook isn’t standing behind you, smiling at you with fond eyes. Neither has he run away, something you nearly feared, almost expecting his prank-loving ass to do just that. But instead, your eyes shift to the ground, your heart accelerating and tears forming in your eyes when…

You see him kneeling in front of you.

#jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts x you #jungkook x you #*ryamc #fic: ruin you #notes for rid 🌹#anon

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canyonlouve · 3 years ago

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hello friends! happy as it was day!! i was a busy busy bee last month and i couldn’t post my february reads but i’m back with lots (like, lots) of fics i’ve enjoyed the last couple of months! as always if you enjoyed the fics you can leave kind comments and kudos! happy reading!

🌼 cupid’s defence by @orphan_account | M | 116.8k

In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they're all getting sued.

🌼 Something In The Distance (So Close You Can Almost Taste It) by @magicalou | Teen And Up Audiences | 180.2k

Louis was good. He was about to become the most successful racer in Formula 1. He had a clear path: break some records, win most races, then repeat it all again the next year.

Of course, that’s when Harry bloody Styles comes in.

OR, Louis is a Formula 1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari and Harry is a painter and sculptor, one of the most beloved from our time, and Louis's biggest pain in the ass.

🌼 let me be your good night by @levelofcharm @levelofcharm | E | 10.5k

Cupping one hand over his fist and holding them to his chest, Harry’s nose scrunches hopefully, “Would you want to get a drink before calling it a night?”

Louis stares at him.

“I know you’re probably tired, it’s just—” Harry sighs, wiggling his hands around nervously. “We’re both going to be alone after this and I really enjoyed talking to you, so maybe this is a little pathetic, but I could use the company?”

“I, uh,” he stalls, weighing his options: either go home, have a wank, then bathe the night off, or talk more with the affable sweetheart while sharing a drink or two. Easy. “I’d like that. Sure.”

Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home.

🌼 With A Little Kindness by @jacaranda-bloom | @jacaranda_bloom | E | 33k

The man lays his hand on Harry’s forearm and Harry looks up as the stranger leans in. “I just wanted to say,” he whispers. “Can I cover your bill? I’m a big believer in paying it forward and I can see you’re struggling. It’s none of my business, of course, but I’d really like to help.”

OR the one where Harry is a struggling single parent who doesn’t have time for relationships and Louis is a generous stranger who is unlucky in love, until fate decides to step in and bring them together.

🌼 take me home (forever and ever) by @twoghostsdancin | @twoghostsdancin | Teen And Up Audiences | 2.9k

As he grips the counter tightly with his sweaty palms, the cashier gives him a concerned glance, an eyebrow angling in confusion. Louis is sure he’s saying something, but he can’t hear a single thing coming out of his mouth. It’s like someone just turned off all his senses, and all he can hear in his ears is a faint ringing sound. He staggers backward, his mind swirling, and his breaths shallow until he feels himself fall into a strong grip.

The world goes black. Or. The first time Louis falls, Harry catches him. The second time he falls, it’s for Harry.

🌼 Three Hundred Cupcakes Later by @larryyouknow | @Larry_you_know | General Audiences | 5k

Louis finds Christmas parties usually too boring or too rowdy. Nothing in between. And this one was definitely bordering on lame... Until he spotted the most handsome man watching him.

🌼 I Can Build Your Heart A Home by @loveislarryislove | @LiveLaughLoveLarry | Teen And Up Audiences | 10.2k

“I was just thinking," Niall says. Did you know that Louis came out as gay last year?”

Harry nearly chokes on his drink, just barely managing to swallow. “Hrng,” he manages, trying not to cough. “Um. Yeah, I think I saw it on Facebook. Good for him.”

“Well.” Niall shrugged. “I figured it just made sense."

Harry feels goosebumps rise on his arms. “What do you mean?”

“I just think you and Louis should date,” Niall says. “I think you’d be good together, you know? You were friends in high school, weren’t you?”

“Erm.” Harry swallows. “Friends isn’t exactly the term I’d use.” Niall doesn’t need to know what terms he would use.

Or, Harry and Louis kind of secretly sort of dated in high school. Now it's two years later and they're both back in town for Christmas and it's awkward. Until it isn't.

🌼 Thunder and Rain by @neondiamond | @Neondiamond | General Audiences | 628

There’s a storm outside and Louis can’t find the puppies. Luckily, Harry’s there.

🌼 Blood Pomegranate by @hershelsue | @docklands | M | 47.7k

Louis Zinchenko is an orphan. Like many others, he ends up being kidnapped by the heads of the Silver Man project, a scheme run by the USSR government to create genetically enhanced soldiers. After he manages to escape, he is taken in by the Russian mafia, where he finds a home. His artificially baneful organism serves the organisation well and his status as public enemy quickly rises. A titanium body, a staggering amount of money and immoral glory seem to indulge him abundantly. During a mission, however, Louis’ particular universe shifts when he stumbles across Dr Harry Styles, an English geneticist who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

🌼 Been Waitin’ (After Weekend After Weekend After) by @absoloutenonsense | @nonsensedarling | Teen And Up Audiences | 3.8k

Louis and Harry meet at a laundromat.

🌼 even if it’s just pretend (say you’ll remember me) by sideofzemblanity | E | 45.4k

“I’ve been told that you have a hard time talking to pretty boys,” he bats his eyelashes, watching something flash across Harry’s gaze, happy to know that he's getting under his skin so easily, “Didn’t know how else to get me in your bed.”

Harry laughs, turning back to face the bar, leaving Louis to stare at the way his shoulders move with every hiccup of laughter. “If I wanted to fuck you, then I wouldn’t need drugs to do it. You’d be begging for it.”

Louis rolls his eyes and rests his elbows on the smooth, polished surface, “Like there would be room for me in your bed with you and your ego.”

“Don’t forget my cock, although I’m sure that you wouldn’t complain about that taking up space.”

“God."

an enemies to lovers au based on taylor swift's wildest dreams

🌼 what’s that sound? by @onlyfor-thegays | @stretchmybones | Not Rated | 485

"An omega freaking out the first time they hear an alpha purr because they were raised by and around betas and omegas. They had never heard it before and they freaked out thinking their alpha was hurt."

🌼 hold on to your heart by @falsegoodnight | @falsegoodnight | E | 54.1k

“Come here for a second.”

Harry’s brows furrow, glancing aside like he thinks Louis may be talking to someone else. Louis jerks his head beside him, impatient, and the alpha steps into the room cautiously.

Louis turns back to Royce and Hunt who are staring at him in confusion. He pastes a pleasant smile onto his face, clasping his hands together. “Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in…” He clears his throat. “But there is something you should know.”

“What is this, Louis?” Royce asks, exchanging a look with Hunt.

Taking a few steps backward until he is beside a very bewildered looking Harry, Louis takes a deep breath. “We are, uh –” He reaches out and touches Harry’s arm. You cannot actually be doing this, he thinks. But then he does. “We are getting married.”

The Proposal AU, where Louis is the no-nonsense editor in chief of one of the largest publishing houses in the country, and Harry is the unlucky assistant that gets roped into a fake engagement to prevent his boss from being deported. Things don't go as planned.

🌼 Where Love Grows by @neondiamond | @Neondiamond | Teen And Up Audiences | 6.5k

When his husband leaves without warning only weeks after the birth of their first child, a struggling Harry is forced to move in with a work colleague and raise his newborn in the desolate, dreary outskirts of London. There, within the walls of a shitty apartment complex, he meets Louis Tomlinson, fellow struggling parent and hopeless romantic.

🌼 eucayptus by @hershelsue | @docklands | E | 46k

Harry didn't mean to get pregnant at all. When little Agnes comes along, his bachelor life takes a turn and he has to figure out how to single parent, with the occasional help from his best friend and co-worker, Zayn. Everything is running smoothly until Agnes starts acting strange, crying non-stop, sleeping at the most unconventional hours and not caring that she's ruining Harry's life. Her doctor says she's just an infant and that there's nothing wrong with her. Harry's instincts tell him the doctor's wrong and that he needs to seek a second opinion. Agnes' new paediatrician, Louis Tomlinson, is enthusiastic, passionate about his job and a little too charming for Harry's lonely heart to take. More than figuring out what's wrong with her, Louis ends up revealing secrets about Harry's life he had never even dreamed about.

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Louis is the President of the United States. He has a fanciful life only the American dream can offer, including a legion of admirers and a perfect wife. Nothing prepares him for the emotional hurricane that is Harry Styles, a starlet on the rise who steals his heart, with unusual poetry, far too quickly.

Or where Louis is JFK and Harry is Marilyn Monroe.

🌼 this charade (was never going to last) by @scrunchyharry | @scrunchyharry | E | 68.5k

On the surface, CitizenX, an international caritative nonprofit, looked like any other nonprofit, funding humanitarian missions worldwide and striving to make the world a better place, one donation at a time.

At least, that was what Harry thought, until he was hired as a computer specialist for a spinoff agency called carish, whose true purpose was to reveal CitizenX’s tangled web of lies.

As if the whole ‘industrial spy’ business was not stressful enough, Harry found himself in a hatred-at-first-sight relationship with one of his new coworkers, Louis, a man intent on detesting Harry.

When the worst happened and Harry and Louis found themselves thrown together in hiding, with only each other to rely on, Harry never could have predicted the turn their relationship would take.

Nor could he anticipate that it would all be taken away from him and he would have to decide how far he was willing to go to get Louis back.

🌼 babydoll blues by @thedevilinmybrain | @devilinmybrain | E | 111.5k

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

🌼 Manners and Misjudgements by @greenblueish | @bluegreenish | E | 21.1k

“Everyone you mention the Duke to raves about him, just like you are defending him now. But no one looks behind the façade he so ably maintains to deceive you all.”

Liam sighs deeply. “You sound like a crazy man right now, Louis.”

“I will prove to you who the Duke really is, just wait.”

or, the one where Harry is the Duke everyone loves, but Louis thinks he's too nice and decides he's going to figure out what the Duke is hiding. Spoiler: nothing, he's just nice and perhaps a bit clumsy.

🌼 Colder Weather by @writewhatiwant22 | @WritewhatIwant | M | 19.1k

Louis doesn’t know what comes over him. “Please H-Harry, take me,” Louis looks back at the farmhouse, swallowing once as his skittish eyes fall onto the master bedroom window, “Take me with you, please.”

Harry’s scent flares, the tinged anger so noticeable that Louis draws back out of the alpha’s space.

“Is he hittin’ on you?”

Louis’ right hand rests briefly against the bruise forming rapidly over the right side of his rib cage, the darkness of the night hiding the movement. “No.”

Or, When Harry comes around, it’s the coldest time of year. Louis, for once, just wants Harry to take him away from colder weather.

🌼 Every Time We Touch by @wabadabadaba | @wabadabadaba | General Audiences | 7.8k

Louis laughed when he heard the term professional cuddler for the first time. His doctor let Louis laugh and then explained the purpose behind the profession and how it could help Louis. It took a few weeks but Louis finally scheduled an appointment, now all he had to do was leave his car and walk into the house.

or the one where Louis is suffering from touch deprivation so he goes to see Harry who is a professional cuddler.

🌼 the road not taken by @teenytinytomlinson | @teenytinytomlinson | E | 30.3k

Louis’ not paying attention as his phone unlocks, and he’s shocked when the thread opens and there’s only one message there from an unknown contact.

i’m home

For a minute he assumes it’s got to be a wrong number, and before he can decide whether to just ignore it or send a response the three dots show up and then a second message.

it’s harry by the way

And finally a third right after that.

are you busy tonight?

Or, the one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired au.

🌼 Enchanted by @brightgolden | @brightgolden | E | 25k

“My close friends usually call me H,” Harry mumbles suddenly after Louis wraps up his story.

That’s unexpected. “Are you telling me I’m your close friend now?” Louis quips, squinting his eyes at Harry.

Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.

🌼 A Fateful Snow by @parmahamlarrie | @parmahamlarrie | Teen And Up Audiences | 13k

Christmas can be the busiest time of year for small business owners. Louis Tomlinson, owner of Tomlinson’s Tree Farm, and Harry Styles, owner of A Bashful Taste bakery, know this all too well.

The busyness of the season can lead to - well, quite literally missing the subtle (and not so subtle) nudges fate gives you.

Will Harry allow a simple misunderstanding keep him from the hottest alpha he’s ever seen? Or will a bit of snow and the magic of Christmas bring the two together?

🌼 Mr. Tuesday by @jaerie | @jaerie | E | 7.3k

Tuesday. Harry loved Mr. Tuesday.

It was true that most of his clients were regulars, but there was just something about Mr. Tuesday that would make him stand out amongst the others even if he hadn’t booked almost every single Tuesday with him for the past year. It was the first day of Harry’s work week and Mr. Tuesday always eased him into it in such a pleasant way.

🌼 Love On A G String by @jacaranda-bloom | @jacaranda_bloom | E | 20.2k

“How much longer did you say you were on holiday for?”

Louis furrows his brows, tilting his head curiously at Niall. “Another month. Brisbane and then over to NZ. Why?”

The devilish smile that curls Niall’s lips is enough to increase Louis’ heart rate. “Fancy swapping your backpacking accommodation and economy airfares for 5-star hotels and business class flights?”

Louis feels his eyes nearly bug out of his head and even though he thinks he knows where this is going, he still asks, “What’re you saying, Nialler?”

“I’m saying… How would you like to be the replacement guitar tech on Harry Styles’ tour?”

OR the one where Harry is a rock star on a world tour, Niall is his tech crew manager, Liam is his tour manager, and Louis is in the right place at the right time.

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Before their broken engagement, Harry had his head stuck so far in the clouds that he doesn’t even remember entering him and Louis for something as crazy as a couple's gameshow until a series of bad, post-breakup decisions puts Harry in the awkward position of needing the help of his ex-fiancé to try and fix the mess he has made.

🌼 Instant Pleasure by @100percentsassy | @100percentsassy | E | 25.1k

This fic has everything! College Roommates! Mario Kart! Julie Andrews! Demonstrative Pronouns! Flamboyant Dom Louis! Premature Ejaculation! Niall!

🌼 Kisses and snowflakes by @stylesthebrave | @stylesthebrave | Teen And Up Audiences | 7.5k

“Um—” Harry swallowed, glancing down at his shoes and then back up. “Don't laugh?”

“Never."

Pausing, Harry chuckled at himself and the whole situation, not because it was funny, per se, but because if he didn’t laugh, he'd probably start crying.

“I locked my keys in my car.”

Or, Harry is stranded in the snow and Louis is there to help.

🌼 Naturally by @neondiamond | @Neondiamond | E | 5.6k

When PE teacher Louis first gets assigned to be a chaperone on a weekend long camping trip with a bunch of high school seniors, he’s not too excited about it. That changes when he finds out his fellow Music teacher Harry, who Louis happens to have a massive crush on, is also coming.

🌼 Cherised by @neondiamond | @Neondiamond | General Audiences | 1k

When Harry’s very pregnant and uncomfortable, Louis finds a way to make him feel loved and cherished.

#monthly fic rec #fic rec #larry fic rec #february fic rec #march fic rec #february 22 fic rec #march 22 fic rec #pls tell me if there’s any mistakes!!!#this was so long phew

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embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together.

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying!

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!”

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?”

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side.

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.”

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.”

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.”

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

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