#fair warning this is cavity-inducing fluff

[delcakoo]

enha giving you partner privilege ˖ ࣪ ˒ ‎♡⃕

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff!

WC ! 3.1k

WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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[kaisturni]

bewitched | m. sturniolo

→ matt x fem!reader

→ oc! created for the plot

→ plot; you and matt attend the wedding of your best friends, and he comes a realization about you that he should’ve known all along.

→ warnings; absolutely NONE. tooth aching, cavity inducing, sickly sweet fluff.

→ a/n; i’m so sorry i reread this and literally had to post

NOT PROOFREAD KINDA

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“ready, man? big day today, huh?” matt shook, his best friends shoulders lovingly, excited to watch nathan get married, a sentiment you two always talked about together, the future wedding of the person that grew up beside the both of you.

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“what do you think about charlotte?” he asked you whilst taking a sip of the milkshake you were sharing at dinner.

“oh, she’s the one.” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, confused by the certainty of your statement.

“how can you be so sure, they’ve only been together six months or so?”

you looked off to the side, giggling at his question, fiddling the straw wrapper between your manicured hands.

“she’s just so right for him, y’know? i’ve never seen him do the things he does for her, for anyone. they take care of each other. call it the honeymoon phase whatever, that’s going to last with them. oh man, have you seen the way he looks at her? that never goes away. when you know you know? right?”

he shrugs his shoulders, “yeah i guess so”

he had no reason to argue with you about your reasoning for why exactly charlotte was the one for nathan,

“only time can tell” he adds

“exactly right, matty. but time is all they need”

even then you had such an optimistic look on love. it was natural, real, and easy. you had no reason to believe a love like that couldn’t exist. but to put it bluntly, he didn’t exactly have the same compass as you when it came to love. he too had no reason to not believe a love like that was real, but that wasn’t something he could tell you. his relationship with you had only been a couple of weeks down the line. matt wasn’t ready to lose you just yet, so he kept those thoughts to himself.

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“i’ve waited for this day since i met charlotte, when you know you know, am i right?” fixing the cuff links on his slick black suit,

deja vu hit him, and he thought of your words in a conversation you had years ago,

“for sure, now get out there and marry her”

the pair hugged, and nathan disappeared out to the venue, excitedly finding his way to the altar, the ceremony was about to begin.

of course, it wasn’t just him in the room, his brothers nick and chris, and nathan’s other groomsmen were also in collective. each got to walk down the isle with a member of charlotte’s party, you included, being her maid of honor after, and him as nathan’s best man. you were the ones to introduce them, after all. he faced the mirror on the other side of him, watching the men around him mingle and laugh. he fixed his own cuff links and tie in the mirror, almost letting himself think it was his own big day.

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the wedding party lined up, waiting for their cue to enter, you and matt being first. he hasn’t seen you yet that day, too busy scrambling; helping charlotte all day, getting ready yourself, and making sure everything was perfect for your best friend. right now, his mind could only imagine how beautiful you looked.

to be fair, he already knew how striking you were. since the day you two met, you were always the one to catch his eye. he could never focus on anyone else but you. in his mind it was young love; the love that makes you dumb, and wild, the kind that doesn’t truly last. now that years have passed you’ve been dating, and you’ve grown together, his dress shoes suddenly didn’t fit and the collar of his shirt was too tight on his neck, the thought of letting you go one day made him feel uncomfortable.

matt shook the thought out of his head, right on time to hear the music, signaling him to walk in to the ceremony.

you enter the same time he does, and his entire body felt weak at the sight of you.

matt knew you were never one to dress up, always in something casual and comfortable, unless necessary. he never gets to see you like this, the seldom times being prom and a handful of your own college formals. but nothing compared to this.

the black strapless dress hugged your skin perfectly, accentuating all your curves, paired flawlessly with white heels, yet you still fell short under his height.

your hair was neatly kept in an updo, soft curls falling in front of your face, he always loved seeing you with your hair up.

your delicate hold of the bouquet in your hands, french tips on your nails, as always.

your whole body glowed with radiance, and you met his face with a warm smile, which he gladly returned. he couldn’t help but think how strikingly perfect you looked; every detail of you he took in, there was no part of you that was a mystery to him.

matt has seen you be beautiful in every stage of life you’ve known each other, and this time it was astonishing as the first time around.

his mind trailed back to when you two were in high school and university; when you were still a girl and he got to call you that.

his girl.

but that was not the person standing in front of him, you were a woman now.

his woman.

you brought him out of his daydream, with a soft “hi,” soft enough that only his blessed ears could hear.

he mouthed the same back to you, and offered you his arm which you gladly took, effortlessly shifting the bouquet to your other hand. he looked forward at his best friend standing at the altar, nathan’s gaze bouncing between you and matt, smile growing exponentially bigger.

you and matt made your way down the isle, the trail of the others behind you following shortly after.

his mind went back to the thoughts he had earlier of what his wedding day would be like; walking down a similar path, similar people as his own groomsmen, but different decorations and maybe some different guests, but one constant was there,

and it was you.

meeting nathan at the end of the walkway, matt hugged him first and you following,

“thank you,” nathan whispered in your ear, you broke the hug, giving him a silent ‘of course’ as you shuffled to your side in front of the other women.

an instrumental began to play; charlotte was about to walk in. you could barely contain the excitement of seeing your best friend marry the love of her life. you felt a little proud about being part of the reason her and nathan started dating, but you were always humble about it.

matt on the other hand, he wasn’t thinking about charlotte; hell, he wasn’t even thinking about nathan. he could only think of you, and how you were beaming with joy in the moment.

would you be the same way on your big day?

‘Wrapped me in your arms

Leaned in and whispered

"Keep me in your heart"

‘I'm so bewildered

What's this new desire called?’

‘I didn't know that much at all 'bout love before

But now, I think I'm learning’

in all honesty, he never paid much attention to the lyrics, just knew that you liked it. but for once, his ears tuned in.

‘You bewitched me

From the first time that you kissed me’

that was true. your first kiss together was sweet and innocent, shared after only one date at the most dive style restaurant in boston. even from that day, he was hooked on you.

‘Waited all night

Then we ran down the street in the late London light

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night’

the grand doors fell open, and there she was. charlotte was glowing. a perfect bride on her perfect day, everyone turning their entire bodies to look at her. but matt’s eyes never left you.

‘You bewitch me

Every damn second you're with me’

he watched your eyes become glossy, tears almost immediately streaming down from your face as you happily wept at the sight the girl you’ve known for years.

‘I try to think straight

But I'm falling so badly, I'm coming apart’

matt had to force himself to rip his gaze from you, now looking at nathan, who was biting his lip, doing little to nothing to stop the pools of tears coming from his eyes. matt could only think how lucky he was to get to experience this. to marry the woman he’s been so sure about for so long.

‘You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart

And bewitched me’

deja vu hit matt again, and it hit him hard.

“only time can tell” he remembers exactly how those words came out of his mouth that day.

“exactly right, matty. but time is all they need”

you were right. you were always right. now he knew. time was all he needed.

‘You're not even gone

I already miss you

What's going on?’

he was too caught up in thinking that all good things come to an end, that his first love wouldn’t last, and it would only be a matter of time. you were the only good thing he didn’t want to end.

‘I've never been through

This all-consuming fire fuming

Cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying

'Cause I think I'm falling’

a shaky breath released from his mouth, feeling the guilt of not realizing he wanted to marry you sooner, how you always did things for him, things you wouldn’t do for anyone else; you took care of him.

he lost count of how many times he pulled himself into reality from his own thoughts today, and as charlotte made her way to hold hands with nathan, she whispered an ‘i love you,” to you, matt finally felt his eyes gloss with tears, at both the sight in front of him and the thought of you. all of you.

he knew he wanted you all to himself, forever.

your eyes finally met his, not knowing he was looking at you this entire time. you gave him that smile again, a tear dropping down his face.

“i love you,” he mouthed, you let out a gentle breath at his words. he knew were usually the one to say it first, not like he never said it. he said it all the time; but you were quick to steal those three words from his breath without even realizing.

“i love you,” he watches you mouth back, doing your best to not interrupt the moment happening in front of the two of you.

he vowed silently to cherish you forever, love you ljke there’s no tomorrow, vow to make you his wife. vow to show everyone the way he looks at you, because that will never go away. matt almost selfishly knows you feel the same way, thinking about how you predicted the future of your best friends only half a year into their relationship. why would you stay with him if you didn’t feel that, too?

because when you know you know? right?

[candycityy]

thank you emily for the collab!! i had so much fun ❤️

a drizzle of earl grey

co-written with @candycityy <3

Rated: G

Summary: Petra finds herself enchanted by the reclusive trapeze artist who soars through the air like a summer night’s dream.

For Rivetra Week 2021: Carnival

Read it here!

[amywritesthings]

Meet Me At The Usual

gif credit @ gwinammie

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 5K

Summary: It's sophomore year Winter Formal, and things get a little messy with your secret friendship (and secret crush) with the Freak of Hawkins High.

Warnings: Language, Fluff & Angst, Secret Friendship, Unresolved Crushes, School Dances, Yearning, First Kiss, Eddie Munson in a Suit

A/N: Enjoy my self-indulgent, cavity-inducing story of Eddie Munson having a massive crush on you and not knowing how to be chill about it. I love writing this man. Prequel to Where Shadows Meet Shapes.

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PREVIEW

“I wanted to ask you to the dance tonight,” you croak before you can chicken out.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, readjusting his all-too-aloof demeanor in order to protect the brief, crackled surprise underneath. 

“Little ol’ me? I thought it was supposed to be the other way: guys ask girls, yada yada—”

“You were never going to ask me.”

His chin juts back, face scrunching in offense. “That isn’t true.”

Meet Me At The Usual

Winter Formal is such a bitch.

The stretching hallways are littered with snowflake decorations and paper icicles. Disdain crawls up the back of your neck at how feral the entire student body of Hawkins High has become in a matter of days. 

Giggling hopefuls line the rows of lockers, telepathically begging every person that passes to be asked — as someone’s desired date, as someone who is wanted —

(As someone who isn’t a loser.)

If memory serves you right, your Freshman year’s Winter Formal was an absolute mess. Not only did you rip your dress, but Tommy Winslow — a date you didn’t know how to turn down — acted like such a sleaze that half of your night was spent hiding in busy corners, wishing you could leave before the gymnasium clock struck ten.

You can’t imagine Sophomore year will be any less awful.

The one thing, however, that is different this year are the surprise several requests to accompany someone as their date to this seasonal event. Flowers from a football player, outright being asked by a basketball starter — the list continues to grow as Friday inches closer. 

(Since when did people care about you? Is it because you’re leading the class by grades and grades alone?)

The only tolerable thing about this Tuesday afternoon has been finding a messily folded note hidden in the crevice of your locker:

Meet me at the usual ? - E

‘The Usual’, as cliché as it can be, being under the bleachers.

Rather than spending lunch with the other honors students, you slide past the front doors and round the rectangular edges of the crimson brick building until you see it — in the distance, a silhouette of someone already waiting under the metal beams holding benches afloat.

The closer you get, the more prominent his wild, curly hair becomes.

“Someone has to teach you how to fold better,” you greet, stepping over a metal bar in order to join the other person under the privacy of the football stadium.

Eddie Munson stands with his arms raised, palms flush against a higher beam you cannot reach as he watches your arrival with amusement. “I didn’t have much time to write it, my dear fair maiden. It was kind of a last-minute idea.”

“Like all of your ideas?”

“Hey,” he holds up a finger, matter-of-fact. “Hellfire’s run like a tight ship. Nothing in that game is by chance or accident — except the roll of the dice, but some would say the numbers are fate.”

“I’ll take your word for it, seeing as I’ve yet to witness this illusive club.”

“It’s exclusive,” Eddie quips, slapping an indistinguishable beat into the metal support beam above, “and illusive. Next game’s on Friday and they have no fucking idea what gnarly dungeon they’re about to get into.”

“Friday?” Frowning, you situate yourself in a lean along a pillar. “But Friday is the—”

“Winter Formal,” Eddie interrupts. “Exactly.”

“So you’re not going?”

Eddie’s brow quirks. “Why, are you?”

“Everyone at school goes every year.”

“I don’t, and I didn’t last year. None of the Hellfire Club goes. We’re not particularly interested in being gawked at more than we already are.” A slow but certain smirk crawls to his lips. “Hope you’re not going with Tommy Winslow this year.”

“Tommy?” you grimace. “Absolutely fucking not.”

The smirk disappears off of his lips, now open-mouthed in shock. 

“Doth the lady sweareth?”

Your expression falters to an outright disappointed frown. “Are you serious? You’re going to give me shit for swearing, out of everyone?”

His hands detach from the metal to lift high in surrender, unable to stop the laughter billowing from his lungs. 

“Hey, cool it. It wasn’t a jab. I think it’s hot when you curse, alright?”

So hot that he’s never made a move.

An entire year of knowing Eddie Munson, and he’s never tried to any of the Junior usuals — when you stop by to watch 21 Jump Street, he never attempts the classic yawn while simultaneously putting an arm over your shoulders, instead opting to respectfully sit side-by-side; he never flips crumpled paper into the cleavage of your lower t-shirts; he never asks you out to dinner or to come by his trailer for anything beyond a smoke and jam sesh, ending with him walking you to your beat-up Nissan before your mother’s stern curfew.

Nothing.

(He doesn’t actually find your swearing — or you, for that matter — hot.) 

“Jusssayin’, do it more often,” he adds.

“Shut up,” you scoff, scooping your arms to fold tightly against your chest.

Eddie does — if only for a second.

“So did anyone ask?”

“Ask what?”

“You — out — to Winter Formal?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t, I just thought by now you’d have a date or whatever.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you,” he says.

“It’s me?” you repeat.

“Yeah, Lady Hawkins, the…” He sighs, smacking the beam lightly once more. “...projected Valedictorian of your class, the star of the fucking whole show, the cream in everyone’s coffee. By now, at least a dozen unworthy jocks have probably asked.”

Your eyes narrow with subtle amusement. “Do I detect jealousy?”

“Roll for perception,” he replies instead, evoking an inside joke for a means of a truce.

(I don’t want to answer — or, in most cases, you already know the answer.)

Warmth floods your system as your smile spreads to a wildfire grin. You lean your temple against the bleacher pillar structures, watching him fondly.

How Eddie Munson ended up in your life the way he has, you truly cannot — and don’t quite care to — remember. A happenstance note on a desk led to an overabundance of chicken scratch handwriting in your locker, eventually rolling into this:

Meeting in shadows, in spaces, times where no one can see.

Because if anyone found out the two of you were an odd couple of thieves, thick yet so very thin in discretion, then that would be the end of ‘Lady Hawkins’ reputation.

(Your parents would never let you out of the house again.)

“...I turned them all down.”

It’s the truth. Every last offer, shot down with a polite no.

Eddie’s expression shifts, albeit unreadable as he drops his chin, allowing dark curls to cover most of his face. “Good. I mean — not good, but they didn’t deserve you anyway.”

“And who does?”

“No one in Hawkins, that’s for fucking sure.”

Laughter bubbles in your lungs as he ducks under the support beam, nearing as his ring-clad fists bump together.

“Just skip it.”

A beat passes. You huff with confusion. 

“Skip what?”

“The dance.” He leans in, waggling his brows. “Wanna smoke at my place instead?”

Your brows slide high to your hairline. “Will you get dressed up?”

His browline falls. “Dressed up? What, in… Zeppelin over Poison, or some shit?”

“No!” you correct with a playful roll of your eyes. “No, Eddie Munson, a suit.”

Eddie’s playfulness falters, childish excitement dissipating as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. Sniffing at nothing in particular, his attention drops to the dirt bunching at his scuffed, duct-taped boots.

“...nah, don’t own any of that kind of stuff. My uncle’s got a funeral suit, but that hasn’t been dry cleaned in six-something years.”

Oh.

You take a step forward, reaching for his arm but ultimately failing to make contact. Your hand falls lamely to your side. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t,” he interrupts, softer this time. “You never do. Not sure how you don’t, but you always mean shit in the best possible way.” He lifts his chin, nose scrunched. “A little irritating, if you ask me.”

“I’ll do my best to tone down my Snow White approach to life just for you.”

Eddie opens his mouth to quip back, but the 5-minute warning bell echoes from the Hawkins High building.

“That’s your cue,” he suggests instead, pushing the tip of your tennis sneaker with his boot. “Don’t drink the punch at Formal.”

“And don’t kill your party in the dungeon crawl,” you sing-song as you walk backwards, careful not to trip over the metal bar on the ground as you depart for your next class.

“I can’t make any promises!” he shouts after you, staying behind.

. . . . . . . .

.

You’re the only person without a date at your Honors Geometry table.

One empty chair sits beside you as the other two couples laugh, spilling liquor from a flask to complete their punch cups. Mary Meeks and Rachel Smith gossip about every dress that passes by. Darren Jones and Justin Waters talk about the only thing they’re interested in — football, the season, the upcoming drafts for the future — ruining their formal attire with their letterhead jackets.

Every so often, the conversation bounces to you and you answer, disinterested but feigning excitement, before it’s right back to sitting between the four of them.

You sit, ignored. You stand by the punch table, ignored. You find a spot by the corner where Mary can fish out her cigarettes she snuck into the dance, ignored.

This is miserable.

(This feels so empty.)

Friends by association, it only occurs to you how little you have in common with these birds of a feather flocking together.

And you’re pretty sure you caught a passive aggressive comment about the chiffon, pastel pink dress and painfully tight high heels you’re wearing. 

(Not by choice, but by your mother’s insistence.)

Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe it would’ve been better to smoke at his trailer. Maybe you should have stayed home.

Maybe you should have asked if you could sit in on the—

“Not like that Shitfire Club.”

Your ears perk at the insult, broken from your trance as Justin puffs his chest out of his letterhead jacket from the chorus of laughter he elicits.

“They give me the creeps,” Mary replies, pulling her sparkling shawl closer around her shoulders. “Do they ever bathe?”

“I think they all sit in their mom’s basements and jerk off to geriatric porn.” Rachel’s unlit cigarette dangles daintily from its index-middle finger sandwich. “Probably together.”

“The Freak’s orchestrated demonic orgies, I just know it,” Mary agrees with a disturbed nod.

The Freak.

Eddie.

“Or they jerk each other off,” supplies Darren, snorting at his own crude joke as he passes his flask to Justin.

“Hope I don’t see any of those fucking nerds tonight,” Justin prematurely warns, rubbing his nose with the knuckle of his thumb. “Because if I do, I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, Justin?”

Mary and Rachel turn first with different degrees of confusion when your question cracks the bubble of their conversation. Justin steps out of his place to peer around the girls’ dresses, making direct eye contact while you lean against the painted concrete wall.

You can almost hear Eddie’s slowed, cautious voice in the back of your head: don’t provoke them. You’ll just put a target on your back like the rest of us.

Too late.

Your temper gets the best of you.

“You can barely catch a football in the off-season, so how are you supposed to land a punch?” you inquire, bending at the hips to push yourself from the wall.

The girls’ jaws drop in unison. Darren mumbles a prolonged ‘yooo’ under his breath, caught off guard, but not as disarmed as Justin. His face grows a shade of salmon pink, blotchy and unpleasant.

“You stickin’ up for the Freak or something?”

You breeze past the accusation to shoulder-check Rachel, clipping in your heels to snatch your silver clutch from the communal table. 

“No amount of cologne will mask the fact that you? Probably haven’t showered since the last Championship — the one you lost for our team, if I remember correctly, so if I were you?”

You offer a pointed stare at Justin, unblinking, unmoving; mousey persona be damned. 

“I’d stop picking on people for their alleged shortcomings when yours have been displayed on our home field scoreboard. And go fuck yourself.”

The last part, you regret only a little. While swearing was never in your public wheelhouse, you feel the need to drive home their cruelty with your own. 

It seems to work by the way Mary steps clear out of your way, calling you a raging bitch under her breath.

You don’t care.

You just need to get out of here.

Stalking to find the library — will he be angry if you show up unannounced in the middle of the game? — your heels click down the linoleum hallways half-dimmed in the night.

Finding the library door closed, you stop in your tracks and push against the metal mechanism to… darkness. Total black.

No one’s here.

No one speaks, no one laughs, no one tosses a unit of dice.

“Eddie?” you call out, voice echoing in the vastness. No one calls back.

It’s stupid to go to his trailer.

He may be out with the rest of the club.

He may be busy, like how you’re supposed to be busy instead of dropping into your father’s Nissan to depart from the school event and run straight to the trailer park.

Except you floor it out of the Hawkins High parking lot anyway and within fifteen minutes, find yourself pulling up to a trailer you’ve visited on several hushed occasions to catch the latest flick under the guise of studying with a classmate.

Behind the window shades, a soft orange hue emits. 

Someone’s there.

The car door slams shut as you hike the pastel pink skirt high to your knees. Avoiding the uncut weeds licking at your bare ankles, you manage to avoid sinking too far into the soft dirt leading up to Eddie’s trailer.

He’s going to think you’re insane — if he’s even home.

It takes a beat or two to muster the courage to knock; first slowly, two knuckle-taps that barely put a dent in the door. No response leads you to grow a spine, pounding three times with the butt of your fist.

Your body tenses when the door wildly swings open, startled and annoyed.

“The fuck are you knocking so—”

“—Oh.”

Both voices cease to exist among the chorus of crickets in the grass when Eddie Munson stands in his trailer living room in a black jacket and a white dress shirt, half-unbuttoned.

The black ink on his pectorals coils along the material, peeking out as he stills at the door frame. His hair must have just dried, because the curls are light. Springy. Soft. 

The vocals of Black Sabbath croon softly in the distance, echoing to your ears.

Before you can stop yourself, your gaze crawls down his body — the black slacks are a little loose and a tiny bit wrinkled, and his toes flex and relax under black socks.

“Ho-ly shit,” he finally murmurs under his breath as if trapped under a spell.

Locking eyes once more, you clear your throat and shift from one painful high heel to another, all-too aware of just how pink this dress is in a sea of black. 

“I could say the same about you.”

“Why are you… here?” Eddie asks in high-pitched confusion, taking a step to survey the trailer park outside of his trailer. Whether he’s checking to make sure no one else is here or to see if someone is watching, you aren’t sure.

“You weren’t in the library,” you supply, dropping your skirt to cross your arms into your body.

“Why would you check the library? I thought you were supposed to be at the dance — I mean, I thought you said you were with friends?”

“Because you said that’s where you play, right? The library?” you ask, bouncing on your toes for the kinetic warmth. “It’s freezing.”

“What happened to the dance?”

“Change of plans. Fuck the dance.” His chin juts back in shock of the vulgarity of your declaration. “We’re smoking at your house, so can I come in before I become a chiffon icicle?”

It takes a second, but the smile crawls onto Eddie Munson’s lips as he bows to you, open-shirt dropping with gravity. His ring-clad hand sweeps a grandiose entrance to his humble abode, stepping aside so you can enter.

You gladly take the offer, kicking your heels into the living room before your bare feet touch the threaded carpet. The relief is instantaneous.

(No need to pretend here. No need for reputation bullshit.)

“What made you change your mind?” You hear him ask as he gently closes the door behind you, locking it. His back presses into the metal, hands supporting his lower back.

“Roll for perception,” you answer cheekily. He huffs in amusement, unconvinced.

“If you don’t think I’ll abandon you right here to get my lucky set of dice, then you are sadly mistaken.” Eddie nods his tilted chin towards the hallway leading to the bedroom at the end of the trailer. “You’re on my home turf now, angel.”

The pet name purrs on the tip of his tongue like velvet. A playful warning, nothing more.

“You would have rolled a natural 20 anyway.”

“Damn right I would.”

Pushing himself from the door, he navigates to the middle of the living room and reaches gently for either of your elbows. Your hands remain tucked into your sides, the chill lingering. Eddie looks at you, really looks at you, with seeking concern.

He won’t ask what’s wrong. 

He won’t veto the perception check.

Just like how you’re too afraid to ask about the funeral suit, so you don’t.

“What happened to the dungeon crawl?” you bring up instead to fill in the gaps between Ozzy Osborne’s singing and the blaring guitar solo.

“Ended early,” he murmurs. “Babysitting emergencies cut the crawl short.”

“That’s a shame.”

“So is wearing this dress in my house when you’re supposed to be with your friends.”

The roll of your eyes happens before you can stop it, and Eddie follows the movement like a magnet — his rings clang as he reaches between you, angling your chin to bring your gaze back to him.

“Sidebar with me.”

“Ed—”

“Sidebar, or so help me, I will make us dance to Sabbath.”

“Dance?” you blurt with absurdity, before reaching for his free hand at his side. 

Calling his bluff is easy — no amount of alcohol or weed will make Eddie Munson want to sway to the power ballads blaring from his bedroom.

He doesn’t have time to retract from the way you cup his hand, bringing your conjoined arms up and into position. He belly laughs a beat later, head thrown back with abandon.

“You’re such a freak, I’m so serious.”

Freak.

Although he means it playfully, your smile gradually begins to disappear. When he drops back to a neutral gaze, however, he notices immediately. 

You don’t need him to push.

“They’re shitty people, Ed,” you blurt, closing your eyes with regret. “Really… awful, nasty people that I’m supposed to be friends with, have classes with, spend my time with — all because, what? It’s good for my life plan?”

No need to roll for perception anymore.

You continue to squeeze your eyes shut as you admit your complicity. And to your surprise, your arm moves — in time with the slowing guitar, where you feel the cautious hover of his hand at your waist before he commits to touching the silky fabric of your dress.

“Some people say yeah, it’s perfect for your life plan. I believe the corporate man would consider it networking ,” Eddie provides, low in a murmur, as he leads the sway.

“It’s bullshit.”

“Everything is bullshit if you think about it, but a little birdie once told me that some of it’s necessary, so…”

“But what if I don’t want that?”

Eddie freezes at that hypothetical question, allowing the song to play out for the next to begin. You feel a nudge, his hand pushing into your waist twice, and you silently oblige to look at him. 

You’re met with those puppy-dog eyes, expectant and sad and forgiving all the same.

“You’re not saying something,” he begins, taking a sharp breath before you can open your mouth to protest. “I mean — you’re saying a lot to me right now, but you’re not actually saying what it is you wanna say.”

As your shoulders deflate in defeat, he shimmies his shoulders in the hopes of lightening the mood. 

“You know whatever is said here, I won’t repeat. I won’t tell a soul.”

He’s said this plenty of times over the past year. No one talks to the Freak. No one looks his way beyond a scowl. Whatever is said this trailer, to him and him alone, will die here, because no one asks Eddie Munson to spill his guts.

“I wanted to ask you to the dance tonight,” you croak before you can chicken out.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, readjusting his all-too-aloof demeanor in order to protect the brief, crackled surprise underneath.

“Little ol’ me? I thought it was supposed to be the other way: guys ask girls, yada yada—”

“You were never going to ask me.”

His chin juts back, face scrunching in offense. “That isn’t true.”

“You hate formals.”

“I do.”

“And you had Hellfire Club tonight.”

“Well, okay, that isn’t why I didn’t—”

“No?”

“No! No, Hellfire Club can get moved, I’m the GM.”

“So you would have gone, then, if I had asked?”

Eddie lets go of your joined hands to run through his clean curls. 

“We can’t… talk about this. Not now, man.”

You move a fraction of an inch closer, pushing forward. “Would you? Or would you have asked me? If I were a different person, would you have ask—”

“Do you think I’m wearing my uncle’s fucking suit for the laughs?” he interrupts with a hint of exasperation, removing himself from you completely to take a semi-circle around the small living room. “Christ, dude, look at me. Look at what I’m wearing.”

You stay perfectly still as the knot forms heavily in your throat. Eddie doesn’t look at you as he paces back and forth, out of breath from the emotion in his voice.

“You think I wanted to be mocked mercilessly as I waltz in, totally stag, at a place where no one wants me to be? I cut the Hellfire Club dungeon crawl early because I wanted to see you. I was going for you.”

Despite yourself, you croak one shaky syllable. 

“Me?”

Eddie finally, finally, looks directly into your eyes from where he stands.

“Why are you always so fucking surprised?” 

It’s said with exhaustion, a year in the making, as you look him over in a new light. Eddie fidgets in the much-too-large jacket, the frame hanging off his gangly limbs, as he assesses and reassesses your reaction.

“What the hell are we doing here, man?” He holds up a palm before you can speak. “Please don’t placate me just ‘cus you tolerate me. I don’t think I can take that.”

“Tolerate you?”

“Yeah, tolerate,” Eddie repeats. “We hang out under bleachers because lunch is a fucking snooze. You come over to fake-study so we can watch whatever that sitcom is that you love so much. We slip notes back and forth—”

“You sent me the first note!” you interrupt in a desperation from his negative spiral.

“—like we’re, I don’t know, as cozy as Chrissy fucking Cunningham and Jason Carver. And yeah, I did send the first note, because I think you’re great and—”

“I told Justin Waters to go fuck himself.” 

The words you should have led with when he first opened his front door now spill hastily out on the floor between you, creating a divide. Eddie’s eyes, already wide with panicked truth, grow to be the size of saucers from the implication — and the wonder of what you could possibly mean.

The crease in his brow ceases to exist, head tilting an inch: go on.

You do.

“I was at the Winter Formal and I was standing with Mary, Rachel, Darren and Justin fucking Waters and they were talking about a bunch of stuff I didn’t care about. Like, loads of stuff, but I was so bored and I was spaced thinking about how your game was going, but then they brought — they brought up the Hellfire Club.”

Eddie’s face drops.

“They started talking shit, completely out of their asses, and I am so sick of people constantly making you out to be a bad fucking person when they’re the bad people.”

And so are you, for never speaking up sooner.

“So I told him to go fuck himself — for talking shit about you, about the Hellfire Club, about anyone who isn’t on the stupid football team that he’s dragged down since he joined because he’s so awful at playing—” 

“Stop,” he warns, but it’s nothing beyond a whisper.

You don’t hear. 

“And I wanted you to be there. I — wanted — to ask — you. And I get there’s this… stigma? Or whatever, about us hanging out. I get that my parents may say something.”

The curly-haired boy is a certain shade of pale, almost translucent. “I’m serious, stop.”

“The entire school will have something to say because all they do is work on their stupid life plans,” you continue from the momentum of the relief lifting off your chest.

He takes a step forward as if he’ll cross the room to you, but quickly halts in his journey.

“You gotta stop right now, or I might kiss you.”

It’s a confession that cuts through like electricity. From the crown of your head the current surges, awakening every vein in your body to the here and now.

Eddie looks wrecked — there’s a glassy tint to his eye, defeated from this impromptu argument and even less anticipated honesty session. Black Sabbath’s album has completed its run time, enveloping the trailer in pure, excruciating silence.

Too afraid to speak, your lips part with a million questions you won’t ask.

Eddie Munson, dressed in a suit for the Winter Formal, wants to kiss you.

“No one stands up for me.” Your own vision blurs as he clarifies the sudden desire, ashamed at the way he sounds so lost. “I’m just — it’s not something that happens with Eddie the Freak, you know? And it — I don’t know if I should be pissed at you for putting a target on your back or what, but—”

“Eddie.”

You want to scream. You want to run to him. You want to ignore the sudden flame blooming in your lower belly, but you can’t.

“I don’t wanna mess this up,” he says, voice cracking. “You’re the best part of my fucking day, dude, and I’m—”

Screw this.

“Then let me mess it up.”

Your interruption knocks the wind clear from his lungs as your bare feet take off to a determined stride towards him without an ounce of hesitation.

Reaching for the back of his head, you rise on your toes to press a gentle kiss to the center of his lips. At first Eddie doesn’t react, entire body taught under the button-down shirt and slacks. Both of his hands are fists, white as death in contrast to the dark metal of his row of rings.

When you pull away with budding concern that yeah, perhaps you have finally messed this up and the admittance of wanting to kiss you was only just an exaggeration, Eddie shakes his head as if he’s entranced in a dream.

Then his hand finds the back of your neck, curling around it, before crashing his lips against yours with yearning desperation.

You make a noise of surprise against his mouth, but melt into the gesture. Both of your hands find his face, pulling him impossibly closer, as his trembling hand at your neck keeps you in place. He tastes like fresh mouthwash, the scent of woodsy cologne and a hint of weed — it’s all completely Eddie.

His tongue licks at your lower lip, and you’re sure this is how you die.

Your lips part to test the water, meeting his tongue with curious want. He groans as if the action alone could ruin him, his free hand lightly cupping the side of your face before detaching himself from you to find a purchase of air.

“Holy shit,” he breathes in short puffs, eyes still closed.

You lower your hands, only for him to quickly drop his own to catch them. His thumb runs along your soft skin, relishing in the moment, before dark eyes finally connect with yours.

“Hey.” 

The greeting is shy, small.

“Hey,” you murmur back, a bewildered laugh caught in bubbles at the back of your throat.

Eddie’s brow furrows, caught between euphoria and reality. “Did that just—” 

“Happen?” you finish, and he nods furiously. “I think so.”

“Not how I expected my night to go,” he admits, still trying to find his breath. “I thought I’d be rolling up to that dance to see you — fuck, I don’t know, dancing with someone else and then I’d feel extra shitty—”

“I only thought about you the entire time, so, I don’t think that was in the cards,” you admit sheepishly, dropping to full height from your toes.

Eddie looks to the ceiling as if he’s about to pray to an unchosen deity before the smile bursts against his lips. Elated. At ease.

It’s beautiful.

“You, uh, you still wanna stay to smoke and watch movies or something or did I just… I don’t even know what I’m saying right now, so I’m going to need you to make the decisions here, doll.”

You laugh, tugging playfully at the hem of his suit jacket.

He really dressed in this thing for you. 

Nothing feels real, but it sure feels right.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: The Question

Read on Ao3

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff. Babies.

Words: 1,584

Summary: Benny comes to visit Jay and Frankie for the first time since they had baby Alma. Jay and Frankie have a question for him.

Taglist: @amneris21 @apascalrascal @harriedandharassed @kikis-writing-world @lovesbiggerthanpride @miraclesabound @mswarriorbabe80 @pazizz @paulalikestuff @rambling-in-purple @trinkets01

About to call Frankie's name, Jay enters the living-room and stops still when presented with the adorable scene in front of her: Frankie, stretched out on his back on the couch with little baby Alma nestled against his chest. They're both asleep, Alma wrapped in the little baby blanket Jay's mom knitted for her, Frankie with one arm behind his head, the other around his daughter. He has been a dedicated father from day one, just like Jay knew he would be, but it still fills her with so much love and gratitude to see how devoted he really is.

"Frankie," she whispers, gently nudging his shoulder. He blinks his eyes open almost immediately, mumbling a Huh? as he focuses his gaze on her.

"Sorry to wake you," she smiles fondly, "but Benny will be here any minute."

"Right," Frankie yawns, carefully lowering the hand he had behind his head to rub his eyes.

“I can call him and cancel, if you’re tired?”

“No, I’m good,” he smiles up at her. “Got a nice powernap.”

He finds Jay’s fingers on his shoulder and gently pulls her hand to his lips for a kiss, just as there's a knock on the door. "Speak of the devil..."

"And he’ll appear, or at least his distant cousin,” Jay grins before she goes to open.

Benny is beaming at her on the other side of the door, his trademark baseball cap as backwards as ever.

“Hey there, momma Ray…”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jay scoffs but accepts the bear hug he gives her. She invites him in and shakes her head when he presents her with a huge gift bag.

“You shouldn’t have.”

“Half of that stuff is from the guys, really,” he shrugs, "don't shoot the messenger."

"Might punch him in the face, though."

"Already swinging?" he teases her. "You look a little worse for wear."

"Wow, thanks," Jay rolls her eyes. "That's what every new mother wants to hear."

"Sorry," Benny grins, turning on all of his boyish charm. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good, actually, thanks for asking. Come on in, Frankie is with Alma in the living-room."

They go on through, Jay ushering Benny in front of her, and are met by Frankie, now sitting up on the couch, Alma still asleep on his arm.

"Hey, man."

"Yo..." Eyes trained on the little bundle in Frankie's arms, Benny takes a seat in one of the armchairs. "So that's the little dickens, huh?"

"This is Alma," Frankie acknowledges, beaming like an idiot at the baby before looking up when Jay takes a seat next to him. "Holy shit, is all that for the kid?"

"Yup," Jay nods, putting the bag down. "It's not fair. She keeps getting presents, but I'm the one who pushed her out. Where are my gifts?"

"I'd think the baby is the present," Benny guesses, ignoring the murderous glance Jay shoots at him. "Come on now, open them. I wanna know what I have to take back to the shops. According to the very cute sales rep in the baby supply store -" Jay gives him a look that lets him know that she knows exactly how that transaction went "- parents today are really fucking picky."

"We'll make sure to diss at least one item so that you'll have an excuse to go back", Jay promises as she opens the bag and reaches in for the first present, which turns out to be a soft, gray koala lovey with paws that can be velcroed together in a hug.

"Adorable," Frankie approves, "she doesn't have anything to snuggle yet."

"Except you," Jay points out with a warm smile. "Thank you, Benny."

"That was from the gang," he points out, a little jittery now. "But I did the picking out."

"Credit where credit's due," Frankie chuckles as Jay opens the next present, which is a tiny little baseball cap with the word "asskicker" stitched to the front.

"Figured she needs her own so she doesn't immediately steal Fish's, like you do," Benny explains with a wink at Jay, who measure the hat above the sleeping baby's head.

"It's a little big yet but she'll grow into it. She already gained seven ounces since we came home from the hospital."

"Is that a lot?"

"That is a lot," Frankie confirms. "She's outgrown the onesie she wore when coming home."

"Holy shit."

Jay opens the last present, revealing a crib mobile with different hanging little charms: a sun, a moon, a cloud, a helicopter, boxing gloves, and a bluejay. Despite all the items being of the same size and similar colors and materials, it's clear that the mobile wasn't bought like this, but custom made. Jay and Frankie both look at it before turning to stare at Benny, whose eyes narrow suspiciously.

"You guys don't like it, do you?"

"You're such a softie, Benjamin Miller," Jay smiles, putting the mobile back in its box.

"Only when it comes to pretty girls," he jokes, nodding at Alma.

"We love it, man," Frankie assures him. "Thank you."

"How did you even find something like this?"

"I made it," he shrugs. "Collected the pieces over a couple of months, bought a mobile, replaces the charms I didn't want. It's not that hard."

"We appreciate it. Alma will love it."

Jay collects the wrapping paper and puts it to the side, and Frankie looks down at the little bundle again, and rises from the couch.

"She's waking up. You wanna hold her?"

"Nah, man... I'd only drop her or break her neck..."

"You'll be fine," Jay dismisses his weak protest, and Frankie leans over to carefully place the baby in Benny's arms.

"You got the head?"

"I got her, bro."

Frankie retires back to the couch, next to Jay, and they watch Benny lose himself in Alma's little face as she gradually wakes up, her pink rosebud mouth opening for a tiny yawn, her dark eyes slowly taking in the features of the unfamiliar man.

"Hey there, Alma," he murmurs, his voice unusally thick. "I'm your uncle Benny. We met before, when you were in your mommy's tummy, but this is the first time we're meeting for real, and it's really good to finally see you."

Jay leans her chin on Frankie's shoulder. Benny is an important, close friend of both of them and to see him with their darling child like this is heartwarming. She catches Frankie's happy smile and nudges him gently. He glances at her before clearing his throat.

"Hey, Benny, we wanna ask you something."

"Yeah?" Benny's only got eyes for the baby.

"If you want to, we'd love for you to be her godfather."

Benny looks up, mouth open as he regards first Frankie, then Jay.

"I thought you weren't doing that?"

"Turns out this one's got family traditions," Jay sighs, patting Frankie's back. She never intended to have her child baptized, never even thought about it until Alma was born and Frankie asked if they should schedule a priest after a month or so. It had been quite a discussion but Frankie was adamant: his family was Catholic and even if they were not devout, traditions were important for the Morales family. There would be a christening, and godparents had to be chosen. Jay finally capitulated, but with the compromise that there would be no godmother, only Benny as a godfather.

Benny regards his friends, then looks down at Alma, whose face breaks out in a sunny smile. He looks up again.

"You bet your asses I'll be her godfather.”

Frankie laughs and Jay gets up from the couch.

“That settles that, then. Coffee?”

“If Fish makes it,” Benny grimaces. “Can’t drink the motor oil you force out of that poor machine.”

“Morales,” Jay nods to Frankie, “you heard the man.”

Good-natured as always, Frankie gets up and goes to the kitchen, and Jay sits down again, this time closer to the armchair with Benny in it.

“She’s really cute,” Benny praises, smiling down at Alma. “And so tiny, I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, she’s quite something,” Jay concedes. “And she likes you.”

“She’s two weeks old, she doesn’t know what she likes yet.”

“No, but I know, because I can read her,” Jay insists. “She knows your voice.”

“Huh. Imagine that.”

They share a few moments of not speaking, just looking at the little baby, Benny making soft cooing noises at her.

“Benny,” Jay eventually says.

“Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you wanna be her godfather. You’re gonna make a great one.” She gives him a lopsided grin. “We’re going to dump her on you as soon as we can.”

“Can’t wait,” Benny promises. “I’ll look after her whenever you need to, Jay, you know that. She’s awesome.”

“Just wait until she’s screaming about something,” Frankie interjects as he comes back to the living-room. “She’s got quite a set of lungs on her.”

“Like momma, huh?” Benny tickles the baby’s chin. “Just like momma, right?”

“Careful, Miller.”

“Gonna take you with me to the gym as soon as you can throw a punch.”

“I was afraid of that,” Frankie sighs, crossing his arms in front of his chest, glowering at Jay and Benny. “You two are going to turn my daughter into a brawler.”

“With any luck, yeah,” Jay laughs, just as Alma begins to whine. “Okay, time to whip ‘em out.”

“Okay, thanks, I’ll have that coffee now.” Benny hurriedly hands Alma over to Jay before following Frankie to the kitchen.

[imarvelatthesight]

Sailor

Warnings: Mentions of violence due to FBI job, “fun parent” Aaron Hotchner, kids being rascals, reader is a big softie and so is Hotch, basically just cavity-inducing fluff.

Recommended Song: Soldier, Poet, and King by The Oh Hellos

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/N: Oops accidentally got into another fandom. You already know how it is. I didn’t know whether to make the reader a mom or not so I just settled on not. 

Word Count: 854

You could not have asked for a better fiancé. Aaron Hotchner was perhaps the best man you had ever met. He first caught your eye at a park; you were out walking your collie Sailor, when you happened to hear an excited giggle nearby.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area, settling on a little boy with brown hair and the most mischievous smile. You couldn’t help but mirror his expression as he made a mad dash to reach your dog. When he finally did, he stretched a hand out gently before hesitating. “May I pet your dog?” Your heart melted at his politeness.

“Of course you can! His name is Sailor.” The boy eagerly ruffled the hair on the dog’s back. Sailor, in return, licked a stripe up the child’s face. Your eyes widened. Luckily, the boy let out the same giggle he had before. 

At about the same time, a man wandered into your line of sight, staring directly. at the boy. “Jack!” He called out. “What are you doing, son?” You were joined by him. Jack grinned up at the man, still running his fingers through Sailor’s wispy hair.

“Petting this doggy, dad! He’s so soft!” He grabbed his father’s hand and brought it down to pet your dog. The man looked up at you and flashed a smile. 

Oh god, he was handsome. “Sorry ma’am, I took a phone call and when I turned around he was gone.” He chuckled softly. You could feel a pink tint slide across your face.

“That’s alright, really. Sailor doesn’t seem to mind.” Quite the opposite. He was now rolled on his side, panting and begging to have his belly rubbed. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

The man looked up. He paused for a moment, seemingly taking in your features. His free hand shot up to shake yours. “Aaron Hotchner. I’d introduce you to Jack, but it seems that you two have already met.” 

You unclasped the end of Sailor’s leash. The collie bounded happily, stretching and wagging his tail at Jack. The pair began to run around a small section of the park, leaving you and Aaron alone. You found the nearest bench and plopped down on it. 

“Well Aaron, if we’re both stuck here for a little while longer,” you patted the spot next to you. “Why don’t we get to know each other.” It was a gentle suggestion- one that caused him to pause in his thoughts. He sat but didn’t speak for a moment. 

Then, he leaned back, clasping his hands in his lap. “What do you do for fun?” He grimaced at his own words. Really, Aaron? What do you do for fun? That was so- He didn’t have time to continue mentally scolding himself before you let out a small chuckle, forcing his lips to twitch upwards.

And the rest was history.

So there you sat, watching Aaron play with Jack and Sailor in the yard. Years had passed-- Sailor’s muzzle had gained a few white hairs and Jack was getting taller-- but Aaron had never changed. You were grateful; he could have grown cold to the world after the violence he had seen, endured, and even experienced. 

But rather he stayed the same loving father and partner. A tear nearly escaped you at the sentiment, but your attention was quickly grabbed by one phrase. “If you don’t tell Y/N-” Your head snapped up from your book. 

“Aaron Hotchner, what are you doing?” You laughed. Spring had brought along plentiful rain this year, meaning your yard was a bit murkier than usual. There stood Jack and Sailor absolutely covered in mud. “Oh, boys! You both need a bath.” You rolled your eyes.

Turning your sights to the left, you spotted Aaron holding his hands behind his back. His expression was blank, yet he crept ever slowly toward you. 

“Aaron.” You scrambled out of your seat. “Aaron, you love me remember? Don’t!” You shrieked as you ran, not making it far before you were caught and spun around. Cold, dirty hands rested gently on your cheeks.

That grin would live in your memory forever. “I do love you, that’s why I listened to Jack and involved you!” He removed his hands from your face, leaving two muddy hand prints on your skin. 

“Aw, babe.” You wiped the mud off your face and quickly transferred it to his. “I love you too.” Aaron smiled and wrapped his arms around you. “I’ll make dinner if you wash them.” You gestured toward Jack and Sailor, who had gone back to essentially rolling in a mud puddle.

He tilted his head. “I don’t know if that’s a fair trade, sweetheart.” He let out a love-drunk sigh. “But for you? Okay.”

Just over his shoulder, you could see as Jack began running toward his father with clumps of mud in his hand, Sailor zooming at his side.

You couldn’t help but laugh. To think, one dog had led to the creation of your new family. As the collie jumped at you two, effectively dirtying Aaron’s shirt, you muttered out a few words.

“Thank you, Sailor.”

[pleasurextreasure]

❜ba·ris·ta

genre: barista!reader x cute!Lucas/Yukhei, slight flirting warnings: cavity-inducing fluff, lame jokes word count: 1.4k prompt(s): “Can you please spell my name right?” a/n: Random inspiration after listening to BTS’s Coffee - ➵admin kiki

 Ξ r e q u e s t Ξ

It wasn’t completely out of the norm for the cafe you worked at to always be bustling with the mixture of young adults and elders. The flow of customers coming in and out of the double door entrance kept you active, and allowed your day to fly by as you occupied yourself with preparing drinks.

The only thing you found abnormal was him. The little not-so-subtle glances he casted your way from his spot at the corner table. The grins he would flash you, allowing you to catch a glimpse of just how white his teeth were. The encounters between you two were not something you had anticipated. Nor could you prepare for them considering how unsystematic his actions and words were.

Wong Yukhei was his name and he had made sure you knew it by the first visit.

You apparently misspelled his name and he calmly walked back to the counter, pulling out his student ID to show his name.

“Hey there,” his lips curled into a polite smile when you looked up from the frappe you were placing a lid on. “I noticed you spelt my name wrong…”

He took note of the raise of your eyebrow but his smile didn’t falter.

“I’m going to be coming here more often, and just wanted to give you a heads-up on how to actually spell it.” With that said, he slid his ID across the counter top, allowing you to view his awkward photo and full name.

“And your point? I can’t be spending time correctly spelling your name, especially when it’s so busy.” You had replied, snapping the cup’s lid into place before reading the name scrawled on it. “Mino? Double chocolate frappe?”

The look of shock that appeared on his face forced you to stifle a laugh before turning your back away from him, getting ready to start the next drink.

From that day on, you managed to find different ways of butchering his name, some of which included; Yuki, Yooki, Youkai. At one point, he gave a nickname his friends call him by and even then, you spelled it as Loocuss. It was hard to keep up the front of being cold to him because to your honesty, he was very attractive. But you couldn’t flirt with the customers because you needed this job badly.

Yukhei kept his promise of coming here often. By three o’clock on the daily, you could find him leisurely strolling into the building, sometimes with a friend or two, but on most occasions, he came alone. After ordering his normal “Citrus Defender, light sweetened, please.”, Yukhei would claim the table located in the cafe’s corner, accompanied by a lone chair. You figured it was his favored spot because of the consistency of him always choosing it over empty booths.

Today was no different, of course, because the time was 2:54 when the entrance’s bell chimed and in walked the boy himself. The sound echoed throughout the cafe, more loudly than normal considering how little customers there were today. You couldn’t blame them, though. It was a cold one today and no knowledgeable person would risk walking out in this temperature for a cup of coffee.

Well, except for one, you supposed.

“Y/N, you’re up.” Doyoung claimed, flipping a page of his Kerrang! magazine. His figured didn’t budge from where he lounged in one of the booths and you roll your eyes because he said that with the last customer, too.

You finished wiping down the drinks’ station countertops before rubbing your hands against your apron to dry them off. Taking your position behind the register, you greeted Yukhei before he could make it to the counter.

“Citrus Defender?” You questioned. “Lightly sweetened?”

To your surprise, he shook his head, and replied, “No, just a small black coffee today.”

“No milk or sugar?” You plucked a small white cup from its stack and scribbled his name on it.

“No thanks.”

“If you say so,” you shrugged, walking over to the coffee pot. After pouring his drink and sealing the cup with its lid, you make your way back to the register to hand him his order in exchange for its payment.

“Thank you,” he turns around to walk away but briskly spins back around. He holds up the white cup in the air, pointing at the written words, mouth slightly ajare. “Wait, hey, you spelled my name right.”

“Did I?” You hummed, turning away from him, pretending to busy yourself with tidying up the assorted flavorings.

“Um, yeah…” he trailed off, confusedly looking back at his cup. Yukhei had finally come to terms that you were never going to correctly spell his name right but still made the effort of messing around with you on the matter. So for you to suddenly do this to him was something more than he could handle.

Feeling defeated and oddly satisfied, Yukhei sunk into his usual seat and pulled out his laptop from his backpack. After watching it boot up and reveal his desktop, he opened the essay he had been working on earlier today. Thinking of how close the deadline was and how little he had finished was putting a damper into his mood, which you had seemed to notice.

He reached for the drink, momentarily forgetting the contents until he took a rather large gulp. Yukhei’s face scrunched up in disgust as he placed the cup back down, making a show of pushing it away from him further with the tips of his fingers.

Unbeknownst to him, you had witness his interaction with the coffee and muffled a giggle. You cast a glance at Doyoung, who was already looking back at you with a bemused expression on his face. His eyebrows rose and fell several times, a suggestive look on his face. You roll your eyes while shaking your head at him. He tilts his head in the direction of Yukhei, knowing all too well what you had in mind yourself.

You look away from your childish coworker and went back to dipping a tea bag into the boiled water. You took care during the addition of sugar and snapped a lid onto the cup. Grasping the warming cup, you walked out from behind the counter and made your way towards the struggling male.

Yukhei didn’t notice your figure until you placed the drink in front him, seemingly startling him out of his concentrating stance.

“What’s this?” He questioned, watching as you pulled a chair from the neighboring table to sit across from him. A pink hue blossomed across his face when you offered a shy smile. Both parties couldn’t help but the other looked cute in the situation.

“Citrus Defender, lightly sweetened.” You declared. A moment of silence that was filled with him blinking at you caused you to add in, “You looked about ready to throw up after tasting that coffee. And I know it couldn’t be from it tasting bad because I just made it.”

“Oh, that…” he bashfully scratched his nose as he stared at the cup he pushed away not too long ago. “A friend of mine recommended trying out plain black coffee. It’s supposed to help you focus better.”

“I’ve never heard of that.” You admitted, slightly skeptical at how accurate his friend could be.

“Yeah, I didn’t either. And I’m starting to not believe, too. It tastes awful,” he pretended to gag as he reached for his favored tea. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You noticed his attempt at reaching into his pocket for his wallet but immediately stopped him. “Oh, it’s on the house.”

Yukhei smiled brightly at this and you couldn’t help but smile back.

His smile soons falls to a playful smirk as he said, “You know, I think you just flirted with me.”

Your eyes widened as you’re taken aback by his remark. “Wha - excuse me?”

“Yeah, I mean, you just bought me a drink and knew just how I liked it.” He egged on, smirk never faltering. “That’s a whole latte flirting right there if I’ve ever seen one.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” It was your turn to start blushing and you couldn’t hide your reddened cheeks and embarrassed stature. “You looked upset and I just -”

You stopped yourself from continuing on, lips clamping together. You furrowed your brows together as you glared at Yukhei.

“Cute…” he mused, bringing his cup back to his mouth for another much wanted sip. “I think it’d only be fair to take you out on your date as repayment for this, what do you think?”

Wong Yukhei was an abnormal one, alright. But it was a good abnormal that you didn’t mind being around.

[thisweekingundamwing]

This Week in Gundam Wing Dec. 10th - 16th 2017!

Hello everyone! Hope your holiday season is going well!

Here’s what’s been happening in the Gundam Wing fandom this past week!

~Mod Hel.

Fanfiction:

@amberlyinviolet​, @yourbloodlikewine

In This Light, Chapter 3: Eli

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12386715/chapters/28402484

Duo x OC, Trowa x OC, Solo x OC. AU, child abuse mention, Sexual Assault Mention, homophobic parents, Re-Written Characters, Drug Use, Violence, off screen murder

Duo spent the last semester working in his older brother's coffee shop. He's resigned himself to a boring spring when a stranger appears, shaking up his entire life.Eli left home last fall, choosing to spend the last six months living out of his van on his travels from the Midwest to the East Coast. By the time he arrives at Ink's, the novelty of traveling alone has started to wear off. Still, the last thing he's expecting is to meet someone who's going to change all that for him

@anaranesindanarie​​

Life isn’t Fair http://archiveofourown.org/works/12968199

M/M, Mystery - Relationship

mystery - Character

Death, Tears, Crying, all the feels, Mystery Characters - Freeform, you pick the characters

Life isn't fair. You don't always get a chance to say goodbye before a loved one is snatched away forever.

@chronicwhimsy​​

Saudade (Ch. 14) http://archiveofourown.org/works/11352189/chapters/29734539

Warnings: Underage

Relationships: Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Characters: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, Catherine Bloom, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei

Additional Tags: Trowa is a good bro, Duo is a terrible bro, but he tries very hard, Confident!Quatre, circus shenanigans, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, thin line between being a good wingman and interfering, Mentions of Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Duo and Trowa Bromance 5eva

Series: Part 1 of Slowly Moving Forwards

Summary: Wufei finally arrives in Budapest, for a brief stop that has a bigger impact than he realises.

DarkPanthress

No Other Way (Ch. 23: Snippet 2) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8219920/23/No-Other-Way

There have been a lot of clichéd stories. This is picking some clichés and just dumping them into a new version of the story. Heero needs an out from a difficult situation with Relena, and the out seems to be a fake engagement!

@duointherain​

Not Quite Single (Ch. 8) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12786444/chapters/29732475

M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Gundam Wing, Captain America (Movies)

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Duo Maxwell Jr., Hilde Schbeiker, Heero Yuy, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes

Duo has some time in Purgatory.

FireCats20

THE SIREN OF ATLANTIS (Ch. 4) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12938835/chapters/29741259

F/M, Multi

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Gundam Wing, Yu-Gi-Oh! Series, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, Yu-Gi-Oh! ARC-V

Relationships: m/f - Relationship, M/F/M - Relationship

Characters: Kaiba Seto, Mutou Yuugi, Bakura Ryou, Marik Ishtar, Otogi Ryuuji | Duke Devlin, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Chang Wufei, Yugo (Yu-Gi-Oh), Yuto (Yu-Gi-Oh), Yuri (Yu-Gi-Oh), Sakaki Yuya, Fudou Yuusei, Yuuki Juudai | Jaden Yuki, Johan Andersen | Jesse Anderson, Crow Hogan, Edo Phoenix | Aster Phoenix, Marufuji Ryou | Zane Truesdale, Marufuji Shou | Syrus Truesdale

Alternate Universe, BDSM, Human Trafficking, Reverse Harem, Humiliation, Rape, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Past Life Flashbacks, Consensual Underage Sex, Attempted Murder, Blood Kink, Torture

HeavenMayBurn

Stranieri in terra straniera http://archiveofourown.org/works/13012710

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Relena Peacecraft

Language: Italiano

Wufei sposta lo sguardo verso i suoi amici, e vorrebbe domandargli come hanno fatto ad essere certi di fare la cosa giusta, durante quegli ultimi giorni. Vorrebbe chiedere se erano certi di appartenere al posto in cui sarebbero tornati, o se la guerra non fosse ormai entrata sotto la loro pelle.

Vorrebbe chiedere a Heero quale sia il suo posto, se davvero pensava che fosse possibile smettere di combattere per persone come loro.

@kangofu-cb​

Lunch Date 

https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/168506599562/lunch-date

So this is a small little, stupid thing that I’ve drummed up for @claraxbarton​​ because Reasons and also because I’ve shamelessly stolen her theater!Trowa and… whatever it’s vaguely Christmas-y because I wanted to write something quick and festive and anyway it’s below the cut.

Warnings: cavity-inducing fluff, un-beta’d

Pairings: 2x3, because always

East of Eden (Ch. 7) 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12591796/chapters/29750499

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner, eventual - Relationship, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner, some side, Trowa Barton/Heero Yuy, and maybe some, Long Meilan/Hilde Schbeiker

Characters: Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Zechs Merquise, Treize Khushrenada, Hilde Schbeiker, Long Meilan

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Fae & Fairies, Vampires, Were-Creatures, Blood and Violence, Sex, Magic, Angst, Death, Canon-Typical Violence

Chapter 7: My Religion, Mostly porn. Some explanation. Everyone gets a birthday! And porn. Loads of porn.

Kayura_sanada

By Your Side (Ch. 8) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12948579/chapters/29771868

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Sally Po, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft

Animal Transformation, Pining, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Friendship

If Duo wants to be human again, there's a certain ingredient needed for the recipe. The pilots head out to get it.

@lifeaftermeteor​

LAM snippet https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/168623134956/presidents-suite-brussels-belgium-26-january-208

Duo Maxwell

tw for reference to alcohol used as professional coping mechanism

LittleMouse

What Dreams May Come (Ch. 3) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12772926/chapters/29791854

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner/Heero Yuy

Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Sally Po mentioned

Flashbacks, Non-con touching, Violence, Threesome - M/M/M, Anal Sex

Part 2 of the Dreaming... series

WarCraft (Ch. 6) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12429339/chapters/29791503

F/F, F/M, M/M

Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, Zechs Merquise, Trowa Barton, Treize Khushrenada, Hilde Schbeiker, Sally Po, Lady Une, Relena Peacecraft, Lucrezia Noin, Dorothy Catalonia, Iria Winner, Chang Meiran, Catherine Bloom, others as i go

Alternate Universe, Fantasy, Non-con touching

Luvsanime02

Engage (Ch. 8) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12458772/chapters/29667069

Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Zechs Merquise, Lucrezia Noin, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Duo Maxwell, Original Characters, Mariemaia Khushrenada, Dorothy Catalonia

Post-Series, Politics, Friendship, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Government Upheaval, Language

Maldoror_Chant

The Source of All Things (Ch. 15) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/29662827

M/M, Multi, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Eventual Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Even more eventual 1x2x5

alternative universe, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Plot Twists, fairly graphic depiction of sex, Mild description of self-harm, Mathematical Magic, weird science, crones - Freeform, Magic and Technology brawling and eventually screwing, Eventual Threesome, Kinda, Insanity of arcane origin, The universe is a pile of marbles and other dubious allegories

Freeport (Ch. 18) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12654255/chapters/29778882

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell

Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell

long ass fic ahoy, socio-politics, with violence and hot guys, Blood and Violence, no EW, Slow Burn, Case Fic

@miss-m-muses​

Yippee Ki-Yay http://archiveofourown.org/works/12998766

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner

Christmas Party, First Meetings, First Kiss, Fluff, Cliche, AU

Being forced to attend a festive themed costume party was not Heero’s idea of fun. But maybe his unique costume and a new friend will make it more enjoyable...

Nomechan

Nameless (Ch. 14) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12738986/14/Nameless

Victorian Fantasy AU. When the royal family of England calls upon a team elite investigators to find the whereabouts of a missing princess, mysteries concerning the royal family, supernatural events and other court scandals will unfold, creating unexpected bonds that will be the key to overcome the greatest enemy. 01xR, 06xN, 02xH. Summary sucks but take a look R&R

@passingdestinies​ & @the-indomitable-bhg​

CAPCOM (Ch. 1-5) http://archiveofourown.org/works/12979587?view_full_work=true

F/M, M/M, Trowa Barton/Heero Yuy, 1x3

Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Zechs Merquise, Lucrezia Noin, Sally Po, Relena Peacecraft, Treize Khushrenada, Dorothy Catalonia

Slow Burn, NASA, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Drama, Minor Character Death, Tragic Accident, Outer Space, International Space Station, Really Freaking SLOW Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Lots of Footnotes

Astronaut Heero Yuy has spent months preparing to embark on his second mission to the International Space Station, but days before departure he is stricken with illness and forced to forfeit his position to his alternative, astronaut Trowa Barton. Over time Heero's animosity for his replacement transforms into respect, and then ultimately obsession. Can he maintain his professional boundaries, even with over 200 miles of atmosphere separating them?

@ransomedbard​

Arbiter (Ch. 3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12855798/chapters/29775639

Duo Maxwell

Resurrection, Suicidal Thoughts, Violence of the bullets and blood variety, Dark but with humor, Resurrecting is not as great as it sounds, Thinking oh so much thinking

Relena for President

End Game https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12756343/1/End-Game

A.C. 198. When Heero approached Relena about joining her detail, she had been amenable to the idea. It didn't hurt that she harbored personal feelings for Heero, and he knew it. Not that he would ever exploit that, but it certainly made their situation all the more convenient. However, if she was hiding things from him, it was about to make their arrangement much less agreeable...

@remsyk-blog​

Volunteer Work http://remsyk-blog.tumblr.com/post/168454989547/volunteer-work

Trowa, university professor and all around nice guy, volunteered to help with Midnight Breakfast, a little something the faculty does for students during finals week.

Scath Rocco Meoi

Deception (Ch. 3) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12740720/3/Deception

It started as a simple bet among friends. Dress up as a woman, go to a bar or club and get a man's phone number. He was never meant to fall in love... But then Quatre had always hated to lose. AU 1X4

Shenlong

Bound, Bonded and Betrayed (Ch. 67) http://archiveofourown.org/works/7188593/chapters/29759034

F/M, M/M, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell, Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Quatre Raberba Winner, Treize Khushrenada/Lady Une

Chang Wufei, Zechs Merquise, Hilde Schbeiker, Dorothy Catalonia, Lucrezia Noin, Sally Po

Sap, Angst, Bondage, Slavery, Yaoi, Lemon, Lime, Het, Violence, Fluff, AU, OOC. - Freeform

Shinigamiinochi

A Stagnation of Love (rewrite) (Ch 70: Chapter 8, Part 25) http://archiveofourown.org/works/2490005/chapters/29750241

F/M, M/M, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner/Trowa Barton, Trowa Barton/Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy/Relena Darlian, OC/Duo Maxwell

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Relena Darlian, Zechs

Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst, Suicide, Incest, Alternate Universe

SmallSound

Two Truths and A Lie (Ch. 3) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12748596/3/Two-Truths-and-A-Lie

Heero and Duo find some time to assess their relationships while alone on a cleaning shuttle during a cleaning mission in the L3 sector. Mostly a character exploration, 1x2 potentially 1x2x3 in the future.

Sunhawk16

Go http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978021

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton

POV Heero Yuy

Junk Fic http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978456

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei

POV Heero Yuy

Veggie Tales II http://archiveofourown.org/works/12977856/chapters/29668704

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

POV Heero Yuy

Ion Vignette http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978339

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

Bagels http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978219

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker

POV Heero Yuy, Implied/Referenced Suicide

Moonlight http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978120

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

POV Duo Maxwell

Hush http://archiveofourown.org/works/12978402

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell

Light Angst, POV Duo Maxwell

xX_Rabble_Rouser_Xx

Life After Gundam (Ch. 3) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10873356/chapters/29659143

F/M, Duo Maxwell/OC

Duo Maxwell, OC (female)

Fluff, Domestic Fluff

A series of one-shots taking place post-Endless Waltz in the lives of the former pilots, soldiers, politicians, and civilians. A grab bag of characters, relationships, themes, and subject matter. No defined timeline or storyline.

Zennelia

Hinter dem Horizont (Ch. 9) http://archiveofourown.org/works/10336529/chapters/29675979

F/M, Relena Peacecraft/Heero Yuy

Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, Duo Maxwell, Zechs Merquise, Original Characters

Family, Hurt/Comfort, Philosophy, Drama, Post-War, Preventers (Gundam Wing), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Medical, Fluff, Romance, Post-Endless Waltz, Post-Canon, Real Life, Friendship, Character Death, Character Development

The raw manifestation of the disease bore into Duo's very eyes and mind and he witnessed the other side of Heero which made him as he was.

Fanart:

BlackManaBurning

https://blackmanaburning.deviantart.com/art/Always-Accepting-Custom-Requests-Glass-Charms-719885849

Glass Charms, WuFei Chang

@donitkitt

http://donitkitt.tumblr.com/post/168414668751/overly-optimistic-and-loud-and-his-quiet-reserved

Duo/WuFei

http://donitkitt.tumblr.com/post/168409284451/doodle-a-wufeiei

WuFei Chang

@elfbingo

http://elfbingo.tumblr.com/post/168595327835/commission-done-for-gw-ficrecfriday-of-one-of-my

Quatre and Heero

@gundamwingafterdark

https://gundamwingafterdark.tumblr.com/post/168574587210/treize-x-heero-watercolor-painted-on-watercolor

Heero/Treize, NSFW

@kangofu-cb

https://kangofu-cb.tumblr.com/post/168455634757/for-chronicwhimsy-who-is-amazing

WuFei/Duo

Leodin96

https://leodin96.deviantart.com/art/ORX-000-Origin-Gundam-720286774

Wing Gundam

Liza-lunashine

https://liza-lunashine.deviantart.com/art/Death-scythe-hell-Gaito-719394873

Deathscythe crossover art

Murumokirby360

https://murumokirby360.deviantart.com/art/Colored-Sketched-013-Gundam-Deathscythe-Hell-Head-719907525

Deathscythe Hell headshot

@risingwinter

http://risingwinter.tumblr.com/post/168484046614/ugh-these-were-such-pain-but-hey-this-dead

Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Winner, WuFei Chang

Seraphiczero

https://seraphiczero.deviantart.com/art/Hi-Resolution-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-4-719950596

https://seraphiczero.deviantart.com/art/Hi-Resolution-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-3-719950320

https://seraphiczero.deviantart.com/art/Hi-Resolution-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-2-719949874

https://seraphiczero.deviantart.com/art/Hi-Resolution-Wing-Gundam-Zero-EW-1-719949373

Wing Zero, model

@viewtiful-jojo Operation Meatier

Mobile Suit Abridged: Gundam Wing! (Episode 3 is in the works!)

Episode 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GK1SeYH2kYg&feature=youtu.be

Episode 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_WaXjuXEIE&feature=youtu.be

Photosets/Screenshots:

@vegalume

https://gundamwingarchive.wixsite.com/fanfiction/gw-pics-w-invader-zim-quotes

All of the Invader Zim quotes on Gundam Wing screenshots.

Photo Prompts/Prompts:

@remsyk-blog

Never Skip Leg Day http://remsyk-blog.tumblr.com/post/168594337012/ladies-and-gentlemen-i-present-to-you-another

Duo asks Heero an important question, for a friend.

@the-indomitable-bhg

“Pick your pairing” https://the-indomitable-bhg.tumblr.com/post/168397938287/slashyflightsuit-pick-your-pairing-fic-im

Heero/Duo

Not what you’re expecting, but cute!

@yuy-heero

https://yuy-heero.tumblr.com/post/168529108564/whats-wrong-trowa-paused-in-the-middle-of

Photo prompt, 1X3 cuteness

Chats/Dialogues/Discussions:

@lelola

http://lelola.tumblr.com/post/168401428290/i-love-that-relenas-the-one-catches-heero-both

Relena catching Heero

Calendar Events:

@gw-evewar

GW Eve War Event https://gw-evewar.tumblr.com/post/164079261510/an-open-gundam-wing-fandom-community-science

Post works (Saturday) December 23, 2017 - (Sunday) December 24, 2017

@gwsecretsantaexchange

Secret Gundam Santa https://gwsecretsantaexchange.tumblr.com/post/167303149500/gundam-wing-secret-santa-2017

Gundam Santa gifts due for posting December 20-25!

@thisweekingundamevents

Cocktail Fridays!

Follow us for weekly prompts!

[greatpretending]

This City Never Sleeps (When I Can’t Stop Thinking About You)

Word Count: 1794

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity-inducing fluff and cursing

Summary: Part Three of This City Never Sleeps. Your friends are nosy.

Tags: @seargantbcky​ @darlin-you-bitch​ @emily-ily2​ @rosep16​ @comics-and-stuff​ @t4rt-deco​ @octopishisahybridanimal​ @slythergirlimagines​  @philipshaaayyyy @catwoman2502 @minimalistxx @sophiatomlinson23@johnsonxstilinski @raindancer2004 @vanessly @newyorkrebel @letstrysomefanfic @half-superhero

“Wow, she is just…” Peter let out a deep sigh.

“I know,” Ned agreed.

You looked up from your textbook to see them staring wistfully across the room, chins in hand. You followed their line of sight until you landed on Liz Allan, laughing with a couple of her friends across the room.

Just another Wednesday.

If the angle of incidence is allowed to exceed the critical angle, it is found that light rays are not refracted. This is because all of the light rays are reflected back.

“Her hair looks amazing today.”

2.This phenomenon is called total internal reflection.

3. Total Internal Reflection occurs when:

  a. Light rays travel from a denser medium to a less dense medium.

  b. The angle of incidence is greater than the critical angle.

“Her smile is incredible.”

A light ray which travels from a denser medium to a less dense medium will be refracted away from the normal. “That skirt makes her legs--”

“Okay!” you interrupted, slamming your book shut. “Let’s stop objectifying women while people are trying to eat, shall we?”

“Sorry.” the boys mumbled in unison, looking back at their plates and flushing with embarrassment.

You turned back to your work, but you had trouble concentrating. It’s not that you didn’t like Liz, you actually liked her a lot. You two shared orchestra together; she was section leader for the violas. She was a hard worker, a good leader, and a kind person. And she was very pretty, you couldn’t deny that. If the boys were going to crush on anyone, you were glad it was someone like Liz.

Still, you didn’t need to listen to them gush about her.

“Hey, we’re going to go out to the courtyard,” Peter said, grabbing your attention. “Wanna come?”

“No thanks,” you said. “I have a quiz fifth hour and I need to review.”

“Alright, good luck!” Ned said cheerfully, and you waved to them as they left.

Your eyes didn’t leave Peter as they walked away. You watched as he wiggled the fingers of his right hand down by his side. Only twelve hours ago you had just finished pulling a bullet out of that arm. You hoped it was healing well. Maybe you could convince him to come by your place later that night and let you check him out.

It out. Let you check it out.

“So how long have you had a crush on Parker?”

You startled a little, turning to look for who had spoken. You met eyes with Michelle, sitting down at the end of the long table. Her expression was hard to read. She didn’t seem judgemental, just… curious.

“Excuse me?” you asked. Michelle shrugged, taking a bite of an apple.

“I pride myself in being observant,” she said.

“I don’t have a crush on Peter,” you denied.

“You were literally just staring at his ass.”

“I was not!” you refuted, your cheeks flaming. “I was looking at his hand!”

“Uh huh,” Michelle said with a nod, obviously not believing a word you said.

“Seriously! He- he hurt his arm in gym class yesterday. I was just wondering if it was feeling better,” you said, proud of your quick-thought alibi.

“I have gym with them. He didn’t hurt his arm,” Michelle said, watching you studiously.

“I… I…” you were stumped. At a loss for words. Before you could think of anything, Michelle stood up from the table, grabbing her tray.

“See ya later, Tootie,” she said before turning and walking out of the cafeteria. You rolled your eyes at the cartoon reference.

You did not have a crush on Peter. So what if your heart picked up a little whenever he was around nowadays? He was putting himself in danger all the time lately, you were just worried about him. When you woke up this morning and his leg was thrown over yours it definitely did not make your skin tingle at all. You did not notice the way his soft hair fell over his peaceful face. And you definitely did not smile at the disheartened, grumbly noise he made when you gently woke him up.

You did not have a crush on Peter Parker.

That afternoon you were in Ned’s living room, playing Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles on his Gamecube. It was one of your favorite games to play together. Old-school while still being beautiful with a great story-line and fantastic music.

You were a little distracted, though. Peter was out being Spider-Man, despite you trying to convince him to take a day off and let his arm heal. He’d promised to keep you updated and let you know when he was heading home for the night. You checked your phone for the umpteenth time, but there was still no message.

“Griffin!” Ned warned. “Griffin!”

You dropped your phone and snapped your eyes back to the screen, resuming your fight. Together you defeated the monster and moved on in the dungeon, but it wasn’t long before you reached for your phone again. This time there was a message from Peter.

You quickly unlocked your phone and opened it up. It was a picture of Peter’s suit-clad foot, with a little muddy duckling sitting by it.

I pulled it out of some mud in the park and now it won’t stop following me.

You covered your mouth with your hand, grinning at the adorable photo and caption. You set your gameboy down so you could reply.

Whatever you do, you are not allowed to abandon it.

You didn’t even notice that Ned had also stopped playing and was looking right at you.

“Uh oh, I know that face,” he said, and you looked up to see him smiling knowingly. “You’re texting a boy! Who is it?”

“What? No, it’s not like that,” you said. Was everyone going to accuse you of crushing on Peter today? “It’s just Peter.”

“You like Peter!?” Ned exclaimed, turning his whole body toward you. Apparently everyone was going to accuse you of crushing on Peter today.

“No! I never said that!”

“Oh please,” Ned said. “We’ve been friends for like three years, I like to think I know you pretty well at this point. You used to get the same look on your face whenever Brandon Crawford walked into the room before he graduated.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, putting your face in your hand. Brandon Crawford had been your Liz Allan last year.

“I’m just stating the facts,” Ned said with a shrug. You flopped back onto your beanbag, sighing with exasperation.

“I don’t… not like Peter.” you admitted, and Ned clapped his hands together excitedly. “But I’m not quite sure I do like him yet. I’m not going to force it one way or the other, either. We’ll see what happens.”

“Fair enough,” Ned said, nodding. You sat up straight and looked him directly in the eye.

“And if you breathe a word of this to anyone I will put on my iron suit and name each one of your bones as I break them,” you threatened.

“YOU HAVE AN IRON SUIT????”

“Fuck.”

The next morning you woke up early, giving yourself enough time to get ready without rushing and stop for coffee on the way to school. Peter had been up late the night before after encountering a teenage runaway. He’d spent hours just sitting with her and talking, eventually calling her parents for her and helping her get home.

You walked through the gates and into the building, drink holder in one hand and cinnamon roll in the other. You passed your locker and headed right for Peter’s, where you found him talking with Ned. He was a little bleary-eyed, but still his cheerful self. The sleeve of his hoodie covered most of his hand when he reached up to rub one of his eyes.

He was adorable.

“Here you go,” you said, handing over the cinnamon roll and the tea you’d picked up for Peter. “I’m really sorry for what I said,” you apologized, referring to your text conversation that morning. “Episode IV is a thrilling movie that should be played once a week in theaters across America.”

Peter took a sip of his tea and smiled. “Thank you,” he said. “You’re forgiven.” There was a comfortable silence for a moment while you sipped on your beverages and smiled at each other.

“Well…” Ned rocked back on his heels, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. “I just remembered I have to go talk to Ms. Weitschat about something, so…” he looked back and forth between the two of you. “See you guys later!”

Ned spun on his heels and hurried down the hall. You drilled holes into the back of his head with your imaginary laser vision until he turned the corner.

“What was that about?” Peter asked with a laugh.

“I have no idea,” you lied, already plotting your revenge. You looked back at Peter. “Wanna go sit outside?” you asked.

“Sure.”

The two of you made your way out to the front steps, sitting down off to the side as to not get in anyone’s way. You savored your coffee as well as the early morning air, which was as fresh as it could be in New York. It was crisp, the chill enough to feel but not enough to bite. The city glowed under the early morning light and the dew was still plainly visible on all the blades of grass nearby.

Peter popped open the container of his cinnamon roll, tearing off a chunk before offering some to you. You took a small bit, chewing on it slowly.

“Did that girl make it home safe?” you finally asked.

“Yeah,” Peter said. You turned and watched as his eyes left the present and saw his memories instead. “I stayed with her until her mom showed up. There was a lot of crying. Myself included.”

You nudged your foot against his, a silent reminder of your support.

“And the duckling?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. Peter smiled a smile brighter than any early-morning sun. His head dropped down with his laugh.

“Back with its mother as well,” he said.

“Good to hear,” you replied. Peter turned to look at you. His eyes were soft and his smile was genuine. In this light you were able to see the faint freckles that dotted along his nose. You longed to reach out and trace them with your finger. Instead, you wrapped your arms around your knees and looked down at the pebble by your feet.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Peter lift his face back up to the sun, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.

You had a crush on Peter Parker.

[murcciervo]

Klance SNOWY DAY

I told you I was going to write this! I just didn’t give you all the fair warning this would be so cavity inducing and sweet it hurts. ENJOY

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"I don't know if this is such a good idea guys." Hunk fidgets from side to side, pulling on the ends of one of his gloved hands. "That hill looks really steep and I don't know about you guys but I don't want to end up in the hospital!"

Lance snorts, setting up the snow sled saucer on the top of the hill and stares down the open street before him, grinning. "Hunk my man, calm down. The streets were closed down due to the icy roads. We'll be fine." Lance assures as he prepares himself.

"Yeah, uh, no. What if someone didn't get that alert and then a huge semi is driving down the street and you get ran over by all like what, TWENTY TIRES… Lance! I do NOT want to be killed by your family!" Hunk looks around as Pidge sets up her phone, ready to capture the great shot of either Lance falling on his ass off the sled or shooting into the sky from a bump. Either way, she was ready for this, adjusting her glasses as Hunk continued to shout his disapproval of their game.

"Hunk, chill dude! Everything will be fine!" Lance shouts over Hunk's voice as he steadies himself over the sled.

"Lance! Seriously! I do not want your sisters coming after--" And before Hunk could even finish his sentence, Lance ran off the edge of the slippery sloped street and crammed into the small sled, happily screaming down the hill with a "Whooo!".

"Oh no! He's gonna die Pidge! Lance is gonna die and then we're gonna die because his family is going to kill us for letting Lance be an idiot and I can’t die so young Pidge! I can't!" Hunk rushed out as he tried his best, but completely failed, not slipping down the street as he followed after his friend. "I can't die and not have asked Shay ou--ah!"

"This! Is! Awesome!" Echoed down the icy street as Lance's sled caught up in speed, the snow loosing it's fluffy, puffed image to a more slippery and possibly dangerous sleeked ice. This was exactly what he needed. To be out here with his friends, finally enjoying himself after that horrible break up. He had forgotten how much fun it was not to worry about for getting yelled out just to hang out with friends.

Nothing could make this day go wrong, except for that unsuspecting poor asshole getting in Lance's slays direct line of contact. "Oh SHIT!"

Keith loved the snow, loved how you had to bundle up with layers, upon layers of warm clothing and scarfs. Especially the scarfs, did Keith mention the scarfs? And having an actual legit excuse to go outside in the snow, like the fact that "Takashi! You literally only have RAMEN in your house! You have no right to worry about my well-being! This is the most bachelors of bachelor's home I have seen!"

So, bags in hands and a full week worth of groceries, Keith and Shiro walked side by side… well more like Shiro six steps ahead of him because he did not appreciate the beauty that was winter as Keith did, as they made their way home to cook dinner.

"I would have never taken you as the chef type, to be honest, Keith." Shiro hummed, shivering as he tried to warm up.

Keith gave him a noise of acknowledgement. "It comes with living by yourself for a while and then having useless boyfriends."

Shiro nodded. "Never thought that would prove as a qualifying learning experience in your life."

"I'm full of surprises, Shiro." Keith grinned, "You will never have a dull moment… with--" And just like that, like a flash of light-- well more like blue-- Keith now found himself in the arms, wait no, lap, the lap of a stranger. An asshole who had just quite literally swept him off his feet and down the steep slope of the main road, leaving behind a jogging Shiro with a simple "KEITH!" In the trail of rising snow behind them.

Holding on for dear life, Keith would know his voice would take a toll for how loud he was yelling, but perhaps the stranger beneath him had the worst of it all, as Keith screamed into the poor man's ear and clutched onto him for dear life.

This had been the last thing on Lance's mind, Hunk was right, he was going to get killed. Either by the current, and may he add very cute, stranger in his lap or death by ice. Lance would have taken another better look had it not been the fact that, you know, they were both about to probably die.

Lance tried his hardest to control the sled, and he's sure they both saw the impending doom that was about to overtake them both, if their escalating screams and grip on each other would say otherwise as a pile of snow came into their view. Both boys yelled to the tops of their lungs as the round sled collided with the top of the snow pile, sending both bodies on top of it into the air and towards the snow covered ground.

If Lance's mother had taught him one thing in his life, it was to always be a gentleman, and so that is exactly what he did. As they both came down, he made sure to take more of the fall as the stranger landed right on top of him as they slid down the slippery slope into a pile of soft snow.

Lance was shocked though, he would have expected that the man who fell on top of him would be far more heavier than he was, was this dude made of fucking feathers or something like serious--- "Holy shit."

Keith blinked himself out of his haze, staring down at the stranger beneath him. He didn't know if he should beat the hell out of this asshole or laugh his ass off because he was right, never a boring day in his life. But Keith did neither, instead his face flushed a light pink, why was the guy staring at him so much, feeling bashful Keith looked away.

When Lance had seen the boy fall on him he hadn't quite appreciated how beautiful this boy truly was. Now here he was, staring down at him. This fair skinned beauty with eyes far more beautiful than any starry night. Lashes as dark as the night sky and long, that fluttered against his cheeks. A splash of red against his cheeks, nose and ears, this man was adorable. And don't get Lance started on the boy's lips. This man had to be an angel because Lance had never seen anyone as beautiful as this stranger.

Reaching out to brush speck of snow off this raven haired beauties hair Lance couldn't help but let the words fall from his mouth. "Hey, the names Lance and--" Lance was ready to set forth his smoothest and suavest pick-up lines he could throw out but the moment he stared into the man's eyes, who were more like the milky way in its array of blue and purple hues he was left speechless. Swallowing a lump in his throat Lance's head went blank before blurting out "Wow." Lance let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "You literally just-- you're just--" a lazy smile inching across his face, damn he was fucking gone. "God you're beautiful."

Keith froze in spot, staring down at the man underneath him, he felt his body burn up, heated under this… loving gaze of this stranger. His face reaching temperatures he never thought he could feel, especially against this cool air, as he reached to push back his hair and then "Oh…" The stranger had just called him beautiful and yeah, Keith could feel his face heating up to a ridiculous temperature so he could imagine how beat red his face looked. So out of nervousness and just giddiness, from being flirted with from such a good looking guy, Keith did what anyone else would do in his position. He started to laugh, no… he was giggling. God, if Shiro could hear him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Lance would swear to you, that at that moment he heard angels singing when this stranger began to laugh. God… how could one person be so freaking pretty? "Uh-" Lance smiled, starting to laugh himself before they both broke into a fit of laughter.

After a few moments of uncontrolled laughter, Keith sat himself up, slipping away from this Lance underneath him, before giving him a shy smile as he stood to his feet. "Keith. My names Keith and I have to say that you're the worst driver." He motioned towards the sled a few feet away from them.

Lance took the hand with glee, standing up and dusting himself off as he gave Keith a shrug. "I'm not that bad… I can drive pretty well usually, just not on ice." He smirked, still holding onto Keith's hand he took a step closer. "You look cold, let me buy you a hot chocolate for almost killing you?"

Keith giggled again, smiling up at Lance, he was taller than him. He really liked that. Looking around at the snow Keith leaned in a little closer, relishing in the heat radiating from their bodies being so close together. "So long as you're not driving in that sled again, I would like that."

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HA HA I am trash who doesn't know how to write. I gave up towards the end because my head stopped thinking about KLANCE and starting demanding me to listen to my STOMACH who demanded a sacrificial sandwich. SO enjoy my crappy little fluff

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Last night I needed some fluff in my life and this is what ended up happening… so fair warning, this is fluffy as all hell! I am not to be held responsible for any dental work required as a result of cavities induced by this fic.

Summary: At Ron and Hermione’s wedding, Harry finds a way to make his best man speech particularly memorable. One-shot, canon compliant. Rating: K+ Word Count: 1,886

Hope you like it!

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For the second round of the prompt game on @tonystarkstoga. Warning: cavity inducing T’Stuckony fluff.

“I didn’t think you’d take that literally,” Steve says faintly.

Bucky elbows the idiot he into the stomach--hard--but it’s too late, the excited grin on Tony’s face is already fading, turning into a worried frown he wants to smooth out again. Tony isn’t supposed to be frowning, especially not today.

“You don’t like it,” Tony says, shoulders slumping, before an all too familiar blank mask covers his obvious distress.

Bucky hates that mask. It makes him want to hit Steve again, who’s still wheezing for air next to him. It’s taken them long enough as it is to get Tony to truly open up to them, to stop putting on a show all the time, and today of all days he shouldn’t feel like he has to build up old walls.

(Not that Bucky isn’t gonna spend however long it takes to overcome those walls again if he has to, and he knows T’Challa and Steve will be right by his side, but that’s hardly the point.)

But today is supposed to be about them, about celebrating their relationship. It’s something they deserve, all of them, after everything they went through to get to this point. All the hard work they’ve put into this, all the tensions Steve and Tony had to work through, all those night-long talks they’ve shared about Tony’s parents’ and Bucky’s unfortunate role in their death. The jealousy and resignation when T’Challa had shown up out of nowhere (or so it had appeared at the time) to court Tony, a prince charming in every way, except for the fact that he was a king now. That weird confrontation none of them talked about when it had all come to a head.

Today wasn’t about that though. Because despite all those issues, they have made it, have been in a relationship with each other for a year now, and Bucky doesn’t care how sappy it sounds: It’s been the best year of his life.

“No, Tony,” Steve manages once he’s finally gotten his breathing under control again. By the horror on his face, he must’ve realised that he’s fucked up, which, good. Punk better fix it too. “I didn’t mean it like that, I was just surprised!”

He reaches for Tony and Bucky breathes a quiet sigh of relief when Tony lets himself be pulled into an embrace. He’s not running, not locking them out completely, and that’s the most important part.

“So you do like it?” Tony asks with more hope in his tone than he’s comfortable showing, if the slight dust of red on his cheeks is anything to go by.

“I-” Steve stutters, desperately looking to Bucky for help, who’s too busy melting into a puddle of happy goo at the way Tony’s looking at them, brown eyes warm and open. 

Luckily that’s the moment T’Challa choses to enter the penthouse. He takes one look at the three of them and sighs.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry!” Tony sends him a guilty look. “Bucky surprised me and then Steve wouldn’t stop asking questions and-”

T’Challa quietens him with a chaste but warm kiss--which is the best way to shut Tony up when he’s talking himself into a frenzy, Bucky can attest to that. He still sends them both a pout because kissing is nice and he wants in too. And he gets in too, because T’Challa’s manners don’t allow for him not to greet every one of his boyfriends individually.

(Bucky approves very much of those manners.)

“So?” T’Challa asks eventually, one arm casually slung over Tony’s shoulder, the other gently squeezing Bucky’s hand. He looks just as excited as Tony did moments before, Bucky suddenly realises, even though he’s a little better at hiding it. ��What do you think?”

And now there are two pairs of excited, brown eyes directed at them--not fair. Not fair at all.

(Bucky doesn’t mind.)

“It’s very-” Steve starts, still hesitant enough for Bucky to know that he hasn’t gotten over the shock yet--and will undoubtedly ruin the mood again, if he continues that sentence.

He can’t allow for that to happen.

“Amazing!” Bucky interrupts firmly. For the sake of their anniversary, Tony’s and T’Challa’s happiness and Steve. Who’ll love this, once he stops thinking about how much it must’ve cost their boyfriends.

And honestly, they should have probably seen this coming. They are dating a billionaire and a king after all, and it’s not like there haven’t been other warning signs. Tony isn’t exactly shy to throw his money around to make them happy as it is, and T’Challa may look sophisticated all he likes but when it comes to spending money on his loved ones, he’s even worse.

“I know it’s a bit much,” Tony mutters, eyes fixated on the ground now--and a grown man should not be this cute, seriously--”But I know you guys sometimes feel like you’re just- guests in mine and T’Challa’s relationship. Thing is, it’s not mine and T’Challa’s relationship anymore, it’s ours and I- I wanted something to reflect that. I wanted something that would be ours, all of ours and-”

Really, Bucky can’t not kiss Tony when he says things like that. And with Steve’s warm body at his back and T’Challa’s steady hold on his hand, this day is starting to become everything he’s hoped it would be.

There I went, planning this angsty Tony&Asset misunderstanding and then, well... I don’t know what happened with this prompt. I think all the fluff from the last two days did somehow take over when I started writing. On the other hand it turned into T’Stuckony which is amazing. You like?