#i do love a loser man with big brown eyes

[beingharsh]

dude griffin dunne is such a babe. I didn't realize it in an american werewolf in london because he was in gross sfx makeup for most of it

[tojisbbygworl]

He’s Not Actually That Cool - Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Based off of this post

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Imagine Hobie, the undeniably coolest person in the Spider Society, is a virgin nerd with a big dick

Tags: Hobie is a pathetic virgin loser, 18+, a lil smut, Oral (m receiving)

"How are you even cooler under your mask?"

"I was this cool the whole time."

A scoff behind the both of them. It's you shaking your head in your mask.

Hobie smirks at you. "Something funny there, love?" You don't say anything, just pretending you don't hear him and looking away innocently.

Hobie was the reason you were a part of the Spider Society. He and Miguel had captured the anomaly in your own universe with your help, of course. You knew Hobie had immediately took a liking to you what with the way he stared at you through his mask when he first laid eyes on you, frozen in place, color palette pink.

You liked him the moment he ripped his mask off when it was all said and done. He looked real good with his wicks, his sharp facial structure, wide-set nose and even larger lips. You actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model, emphasis on the briefly.

He invited you to join them and pulled you into the portal before Miguel could even say anything. You two have been inseparable ever since.

As you met more people, they all told you of their opinion of the man who seemed to be your best friend. Everyone says the same thing, that he's effortlessly cool and it makes him a little obnoxious. It always made you tilt your head.

You've seen the anime action figures in his room ranging anywhere from Naruto to Tokyo Ghoul.

"Oi, don't touch my things. You're the only person I trust to let in here, don't ruin it."

He's talked your ear off about the intricate lore of FNAF (he HATES MatPat btw)

You've groaned at how many times you've heard the name 'Afton' leave his mouth.

"So the place shut down again after the victim lost their entire frontal lobe"

"And that's the bite of '83, right?"

"No, that's the bite of '87. Thought I told you about '83?"

He probably did but he talked about it so damn much that you forgot. "It's cool, I'll tell you. So the bite of '83..."

This man is a fucking nerd but the BIGGEST misconception everyone has is that he's probably great at sex.

He has a reputation of "running through" everyone who wants him at the society...and yet no one has actually done anything with him. Everyone whispers about it, but no one has ever come out and admitted to having sex with him.

He's without a doubt your closest friend, so you asked him about it while you were chilling at his, watching him strum his guitar.

"So I heard you been running through the Spider Society like a tomb raider."

He cackled, "Yeah, that's what they all believe, innit?"

"It's not true?"

He shook his head. "I haven't got bottle, luv. Don't know what the bloody hell I'm doing."

"Oh really?"

He stopped strumming to look up at you, his smirk falling upon seeing your sultry and mischievous face. He grew a bit nervous, but was more excited if anything.

"What's that look about?"

"Would you like someone to teach you?"

He dropped his pick from how badly he was shaking. Hobie gulped and slowly nodded his head. You walked over to him and slowly lifted his guitar off his body, then pushing him back into the couch and sitting on top of him.

That's how this current make-out session started with you doing most of the work, taking off yours and his clothes feverously.

Hobie just sat back and let you do whatever you wanted. He especially loved watching you strip down to your underwear, blood shooting to his dick as soon as he watched your breasts bounce out of your shirt. He watched you pull your panties off of you leaving you completely naked and him only in his boxers.

He shifted in the couch to relieve some tension. You giggled at his starstruck face.

"You good?" You asked him. He nodded. "Do you need me to pull it out for you?" He nodded again.

You laughed, but was quickly shut up by his long, curved shaft slapping back onto his stomach. His underwear did him no justice, nothing could have prepared you for this.

He shyly looked away and bit his lip, not wanting to admit that he liked the way you gazed at it. It fueled his ego, but he didn't know how to tell you without stuttering.

He was actually shaking pretty bad, and it worried you. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah...I just..." he gulped and looked back down, his dick jumping upon looking into your eyes. Just like his, yours were a deep brown. Your eyes were furrowed in concern, and your full lips were parted. His breathing got deeper.

"You really want to have sex? With me?"

You deadpanned him, then leaned your head down to his base. Hobie gasped when you stuck your tongue out and licked all the way to his tips. Your played with it for a couple seconds, leaving him a shuddering mess. His precum leaked from it and you licked it all up reveling in the salty taste.

"O-oh..." he moaned when you grasped it gently and began to pump. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, so glad that he didn't have to imagine it was your hand beating his dick. He humped into it a little, and he looked so sexy crunching his abs that you couldn't help but to enclose your mouth over him.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaimed. He threw his head back up and gazed upon your form. You were giving him the sloppiest top he had ever seen, (he only watched BJ and missionary porn and you were much better than those girls)

God, he couldn't wait to get you under him and hump into you like's he's thought about for so long. He's used his hand, his pillow, he even looked up how to make his own flesh light because he would never be able to hide a real one from you. It was gross but fuck, how else was he supposed to get his rocks off? If he didn't do any of those things, he would have no control around you.

"Fuck, babe. Please keep going~" Hobie was drooling - actually drooling - out the side of his mouth. He panted and clenched his hands. You had to reach out and move them to your hair.

The poor thing panicked, he had no idea what you wanted him to do. He gently pet your small afro, more concerned that he was close to cumming down your throat.

You stopped and popped him out of your mouth, laughing a little at how cute he was.

You didn't notice how stressed he looked, him sitting up a little more in the chair. "Ngh, wait, no-" he whispered.

His dick bounces with each spray of his cum with him letting out a string of moans and curses as it lands on his stomach and chest. "Ffff...uh...uck..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say, watching his fucked-out face. His head bounces with each deep breath he took.

"Why...did you...stop?" he asked in between pants.

"Why did you pat my head?" you asked, standing up, begrudgingly putting your clothes back on despite the ache between your legs.

"What was I supposed to do?" Hobie stares at your ass lustfully, feeling the blood rush back into his dick from how it moved.

"You were supposed to grab my hair and choke me with your dick, baby."

He gulps not being able to take his eyes off of you. "Oh."

You turned after putting your panties back on and froze. His dick was standing straight up again, the head glistening with thick white liquid. He stared at you embarrassingly, hoping that you would just come back over and kiss it.

"You could have said something before I started putting my shit back on."

"Sorry," he said, not being able to contain his excitement when you walked back over to him. His smile went away when you instead hovered yourself over his lap. His cum was still on his stomach and his dick. "W-Wait-"

"Yeah?" You whispered sensually, grabbing him again and pulling your panties to the side to line him up with you.

"I'm still-, I still have-, Is this okay?"

"I'm on the pill."

He starts getting nervous again, but he doesn't know why.

"You scared?" She asks.

He looks at her and rests his hand on her hip. "I don't want to hurt you. Or make you uncomfortable."

You giggled again. "I promise you I'll be fine."

"But, I still got my cum on me, babe."

"I know." You leans over to his ear and lick it. He shivers. "Isn't that so nasty?"

Hobie moaned as you begin to sink yourself onto him. You moan too, Hobie splitting you like you never imagined.

"You really want to shag a virgin?" He finally asked her, his voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Virginity is a social construct. Don't be ashamed. Now shut the fuck up."

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Kiss

Ace x reader

fluff drabble + fem reader

“Oh god, I don’t even remember the last time I was kissed” embarrassment and booze tinted your voice as you giggled at your hopelessness, the moon hanging high above you the only witness of your statement besides your dear commander and friend

Ace’s eyebrows jump in surprise, surely you were just being modest right? You were the most beautiful person that had crossed his path, funny, clever, easy at conversation and so unique; there was no way you didn’t had people begging for your attention and at least a peck, hell he’d give everything for just one kiss of yours

“You’re joking” your face drops, that natural shyness creeping its way to your cheeks making him regret his teasing tone

“Am not” you say now serious as you balance yourself on the edge of the ship, eyes looking at the bottom of your glass in regret or embarrassment? Ace couldn’t tell since his attention was being stolen by your pouting lips “Before becoming a pirate, I only dated this one guy,”- you trailed off, your tongue running lose and a sour taste spreading at the memory.- “He was not only my last kiss but also my first”

Ace stays silent clinging at every word that leaves your pretty mouth. You’d always restrained from talking about your love life whenever the crew bring the topic to the table, staying still and quiet as you listened attentively, claiming to never having anything important to say on the matter, and he now understands why

“Do you… love him still or…?” The idea of your heart belonging to someone else made him burn, nevertheless he would understand, after all, he wasn’t that big of a deal and in his eyes you deserved better

“Absolutely not”- it’s almost comical how you were quick to answer. -“I did love him I guess once upon a time, but he wasn’t a good lover” your eyes trail off again now to look at the ocean waves crashing below, there’s certain hurt that fills your atmosphere that has Ace’s mind reeling

He wanted to show you how you deserved to be loved, every fiber of his being burning at the thought of this stupid guy taking you from granted; you alway caring and thoughtful, witty and kind heart that accompanied your otherworldly beauty that had charmed him

So lost in his thoughts he doesn’t catch how he’s looking at you heavily, eyebrows angry with a frown that makes you take a swing of your drink already hating the course of the conversation

Your voice brings him back to earth “You must think I’m a loser”- an awkward laugh follows, hanging in the air as you wished you had more alcohol to down

“NO!” Ace practically screams, immediately feeling embarrassed as your big eyes gaze at him surprised- “I respect that”

The silence that follows his statement makes you want to crawl out of your skin before the ocean takes you away and spits you out on the opposite side of the grand line, too ashamed to even walk away and run from him you remain focus on the stars twinkling above the commanders head, alike the ones that paint his face

“But if you want to change that, I could help” your vision quickly falls on him, his freckles that you had recalled before being dusted in pink, his brown orbs patiently awaiting for a response as they trace every inch of you over and over

Your breath starts to pick up speed, your breasts peeking from your shirt when you take in air that you fight to keep in but it just escapes you. Your mouth stays agape as it struggles to concoct a yes or a no, only luring the man before you like a light house in the middle of the merciless sea. You wanted this so bad like nothing ever before, your heart that laid on the hands of the fire fist the moment your eyes met now being close to combust

“Yes, I would like that” a whisper could be louder than the words that had escaped you, landing right into Ace’s heart

He can’t believe it, his ears only understanding the yes that started your sentence as the rest died before he could make them out. He had been dreaming of you so long it was almost pathetic

Your eyes stay still taking in their favorite view of each other as he walks closer caging you in, his wide frame covering you like a warm blanket against the cold sea breeze. One of his hands travels to cup your cheek, immediately melting under his touch like wax over a candle. His face shows his hesitation, afraid you are already regretting this but you immediately reassure him by hanging by his neck, your hands grasping his raven locks making him hold in a shaky breath of pleasure

His head finally falls so he can meet your lips halfway as you reach up. The moment he delicately grazes the lips he had been staring at the whole night making hi mind buzz

Ace kisses you with much feeling, basking in the way your mouth fits in his, having to stop himself from losing control of his actions as to not scare you away. Eventually as you grow more confident after feeling acquainted with the way he kisses, you let go. It becomes urgent and greedy, breaths mingling as your mouths open so you can access more of each other, a dance of lips, tongues and yearning that numbs every other sense

However, you cannot kiss forever, so it ends as Ace steps back to allow you to catch your breath, an understanding sinking in both of you as you finally realize that the thoughts and feelings that plagued you also went after him

“Let’s do that again”

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ellie with da bunny!reader requests once again !!!! could u do an alastor x bunny!reader where they were married in life, and alastor always called her a little rabbit, and now that thwyre in hell... he finds it soo amusing that shes a bunny demon :3c

an : bunny reader gives me life,, domestic alastor is just so dreamy nd cute n i love our big loser deer man

— 𝜗𝜚 alastor x female reader sfw. marriage. domesticated alastor. blood. gore. stabbing. alastor was a big scary serial killer.

domestic life with alastor was your favourite thing in the world, you didn’t need anything as long as he was by your side. and that reigned true from the shitty expanse of the earth where you and he made yourself a home to the dark depths of hell where you found peace with him in all the chaos.

up on earth, alastor always called you his ‘little rabbit’, so small and fragile, he thought it fit very well. especially considering how you met.

you met in a forest, with muddy feet and hair awry, tears streaming down your soft cheeks and alastor in front of you with a knife to mans throat. how romantic?

it was the 1930’s. alastor, the dexter-like serial killer he was, was saving your life. the fightening scene before you having you paralysed, gawking in horror as he slashed a mans throat. you knew you should’ve run, should’ve screamed, should’ve done something, anything. but you didn’t. alastors eerie smile plastered on his face as he looked at you, letting his strained voice resonate through the trees. “run rabbit, run rabbit, run-“ stab. “run-“ stab. “run-“ stab. reiterating all the words with a fatal prod to the man’s throat.

such a scary song when sung to you like that.

you stepped back, hands over your mouth, your feet moving without thinking, backing up, going further into the trees, too afraid to take your eyes away from what was in front of you. your head a mess with a frenzy of worrying thoughts going wild. so loud you didn’t notice a branch in the path, tripping and falling into a dizzying state. the white dress the man had put you in browning from the soil as you collided with the dirt, a soft sob slipping past your lips. the first noise you’d made since alastor arrived.

your vision blurred with the pounding of your head and time became subjective. you didn’t know if it had been a few minutes or thirty. barely able to keep your eyes open when you were brought out of it by the faint sound of footsteps moving toward you.

“my, my. what a clumsy little rabbit,” alastor muttered, bringing his face into your line of site. waiting with a soft smile for you to come to and look at him. “hey, little one, no, stay with me, no blacking out on me, sweetheart.” his fingers coming up to click in front of your face in attempt to ground you. his calm demeanour doing everything to contradict his blood splashed slacks and white shirt. he looked vicious. a soft sheen of sweat on his forehead and all the veins in his forearms bulging from his brutal attack.

your eyes unglazed ever so slightly, piecing your vision back together looking down as your voice broke, whispering, not daring to look at the man in front of you. “a- are you going to kill me too?” it came out weak and hopeless, exactly how you felt.

alastor dropped his smile, faltering before fully kneeling down to your height in attempt to seem less frightening. “heavens no, little rabbit,” his features now switching to that infamous grin he still wears to this day. “im here to save you. to protect you from that monster. he should’ve thought twice before attempting such filthy things on a pretty girl like you.”

you looked up to him with big doe eyes, brimmed with unshed tears that threatened to spill with the ones already dried out on your doughy cheeks. “i’m so- i’m- i’m sorry, i- i should’ve helped more, should’ve ran.”

a look of hurt, from your words, shone in alastors eyes before returning to his stoic mask, “don’t worry about that,” he promised then paused, choosing his next words very carefully for your vulnerable state. “can i touch you?” he elongated both his arms inches away from you but gentle as not to make contact. “i need to make sure youre not hurt, little one.” another pause, his eyes searching your own. “please?” you pulled the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth before nodding subtly, anticipating his touch.

alastors hands lowered to you slowly, carefully skimming over your face, fingers tracing your features as he looked for any cuts or bruises. he trailed down, letting his featherlight touch move your malleable body to inspect every inch of you, only stopping briefly before coming to your knees. his thumbs rubbing soft lines over the bloodied joints that were no doubt from the impact of being forced to kneel and your fall. but alastor didn’t want to think about that.

“may i take you somewhere? my home, more specifically, to tend to these cuts? i wont hurt you anymore than i have to, i promise, little rabbit.”

it was hard to focus with his fingers still brushing over your knees, “o-okay.”

surprise filled your eyes as alastors hands shifted, hooking his arms under you and scooping you up into his embrace. you wrapped your limbs around him in return, immediately feeling a wave of safety in his arms. “i need to make sure youre out of harms way before i take care of this body, i can’t leave a little thing like you out here with dangerous men lingering.” he said it so casually like he wasn’t talking about disposing of a body. but your thoughts only lingered on the part of him prioritising your safety. “im already dangerous enough for you.”

a thought ran past your head, a pang of irrational jealousy bubbling up your throat, “do- do you take everyone you save back to your home?”

alastor sighed, taking his gaze elsewhere, to the moon in the distance as he played with the tattered dress scrunched up on your plushy thighs. “no,” he mumbled, “they usually run from me. i’ll follow them until i know they’re safe but my intent is never to scare them more.” he returned to look at you again, “why haven’t you ran from me? you may be hurt but you’re still capable of running and i am a man with a knife who you’ve just seen kill whilst smiling with no remorse. makes me question if im the sane one between the three of us.” he gestured his head back to the dead body behind him. hearty smile easing you even more from the corner of your eye.

“i don’t know-“ you whisper and he looks at you in a way that makes you feel like you hung the stars. his hands now under your dress to the tops of your thighs to rub circles in attempt to calm your nerves, lulling you into a sense of comfort for the first time tonight.

“sweetheart, try and get some sleep, can you do that for me? i’ve got you, you’re safe and i can see you fighting so hard to keep those pretty eyes open, i promise you’ll be okay.” you stammered a soft ‘okay’ past your lips as the dizziness from finally moving started taking over you, involuntarily nuzzling into his neck from the fleeting adrenaline. “besides,” he whispered directly into your ear, pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to your temple.“you need all the rest before we get there. my ma is going to love you, little rabbit. she’s always wanted me to bring a girl home.” you didn’t even register his words as the world became dark with your head on his shoulder.

“and i think ive found the prettiest one,” he whispered once he saw your breaths go from being heavy to a minimal rise and fall. your first encounter with him becoming one you’ll never forget.

now to your arrival in hell. the unexpected meeting where a man and his wife were reunited years and years after parting before being inseparable in their past lives.

alastor always thought you ended up in heaven so imagine his surprise, long after his death when you stumbled to his feet in hell, looking just how he left you. but now with soft bunny ears that mingled with your hair, cute little cotton tail above your ass and a nose twitching so nervously with those big, wide eyes staring up at him like you did all those years ago in that forest. a chuckle slipping out from alastor beyond the shock, “so you really are meant to be my little rabbit forever, aren’t you, my pretty bunny?”

a soft huff and a pouty expression crept onto your face, “been your bunny since you saved me in those woods and you know it.”

alastors finger rested under your chin, lolling your head back to look up at him. “precisely, now come here and give your husband a kiss, its been far too long without you,” and so you did, spending the rest of your life in hell sounded perfect if it was with the love of your life, the man that saved you, your, now, radio demon.

[eunbitchh]

saviour

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*18+ MDNI*

word count: 2.3k

pairing: josh futturman x reader (gender not specified, only usage of you & your pronouns, but reader does use a strapon)

warnings: pegging, very light degradation, dumbification?, shitty writing (i’ve literally never written for a man before so bare w me lmao)

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josh futturman is a whiny loser, but you can’t help but love that about him. he would do anything to please you, he really was truly desperate for your attention and your approval, and that was something so easy to get addicted to. it soon led you to a point that you had decided to have a conversation with him to try something new in the bedroom. while sex with him was amazing, with all the pathetic whimpers he made only spurring you on, you started to want something more.

“pegging?” josh asked sounding confused and tilting his head a bit, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“yeah, pegging. basically i’m wondering if you would let me fuck you with a dildo?” it was a bit embarrassing to bring up but you knew at the end of the day, he would do anything to make you happy. he felt lucky you even wanted him at all in the first place.

“well.. i’ve never thought about it before.. but.. if it’s something you want- i.. i would be willing to try it” he seemed a bit unsure of himself. he did want to make you happy, he really did, but he just wasn’t sure how that would play out.

“i don’t want you to feel pressured at all, it’s completely okay if you don’t want to, josh. it’s just, i want to make you feel good and i think you’d really like it” you say rubbing his knee a bit to reassure him.

“no- i- i’ll try it.. but, will you walk me through it? and not be.. too rough?” he asked, a bit shy from the conversation at hand and that was obvious from the blush that coated his face.

“of course! i’ll start you off slowly and we can go from there, and we can use a safe word if at any point it’s too much and i’ll stop.” your voice did nothing to hide how giddy you were upon his agreement.

“how about ‘saviour’ for your safe word?”

he nods along, starting to become a bit more comfortable now knowing that you were taking precautions for his wellbeing. his heart actually fluttered a bit at how considerate you were being of him.

“yeah, saviour. sounds good” he said sending you a small smile

“do you.. have it? you know.. the.. dildo?” he asked

you nod at him with obvious enthusiasm “i do- i have everything i need actually. would you like to see it?” you question back. he nods, words seeming to escape him now that it hit him that this was really going to happen.

you get up from your spot on the sofa beside him and walk to your shared bedroom, before returning with a box in hand, opening it to reveal the contents inside

“so this-“ you begin, pulling out the black harness “is the harness, this part will hold the dildo.” you say pointing to the spot where it was meant to go.

“and this-“ you pull out the dildo. it was clear and pale pink in color “is the dildo. you can feel it if you’d like” you say pulling it out of the box and holding it out to him

he takes it from your hand, inspecting it a bit closely with widened eyes and blushing furiously. it wasn’t a very large one, but it definitely wasn’t small either. it was probably about the average size of a penis. he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimated again, he’d never had anything in his ass before and now after seeing the silicone toy he felt a bit anxious about it again.

“this is going.. inside me?” he sounded flabbergasted. you nodded before you answered him.

“yes, but don’t worry we’ll ease into it, i’ll prep you with my fingers first and we can continue from there?” you suggested softly, taking his hand in your own and running your thumb along his knuckles to calm him a bit.

“okay.. yeah.” he still sounded a bit unsure but he felt better from your comforting words and actions, and the two of you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you pull him in for a kiss, starting it off soft and slow but getting more needy by the second. your hands find their way to his hair, tugging lightly causing him to moan against your lips, you push him back and his knees hit the edge of the bed before falling back onto the soft mattress while you straddle him and continue to kiss him like it was the last thing you would do in your life.

his hands flew up to your hips, holding you closer to him and letting out a soft whimper when your body made contact with his clothed cock.

you trailed your hands down his chest to the hem of shirt and tugging it up his body to reveal the soft skin of his stomach, letting him finish the job of removing his shirt which he did, discarding it onto the hardwood floor beneath the bed.

often times if you wanted to, you could make him cum just from dry humping. however that wasn’t the plan for tonight. your hands now roamed across his exposed skin, trailing them up and down, while your lips moved to his jaw, then to his neck, then his chest, kissing the skin so tenderly but leaving a variety of hickeys in their trace. with each touch you gave him, he whined needily for you, a hand coming to the back of your head to hold you closer.

your mouth moved toward one of his nipples now, blowing cool air onto it causing him to whine loudly and arch towards your mouth, then whimpering when you took it into your mouth, biting down gently. you let one of your hands move up to his other nipple and pinched it gently between your index finger and your thumb, it was really too much for him, he hid his face beneath one of his arms and tried to muffle his sounds only for you to push it out of the way.

“let me hear you, pretty boy” you whisper to him, laying a soft kiss to his cheek. he nods at your words, silently agreeing to do so. your hands trail further down his stomach now to where the waistband of his pants were, unbuckling the belt and unlooping it from its secure place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants next, waiting for him to remove them.

he lifted his hips off the bed for a minute to do so, discarding them in the same direction he had his shirt, and your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the obvious bulge that laid within his boxers. you raise your eyebrow at him playfully “somebodies excited” you tease.

“hard not to be when i’m with you” he responded.

you shed yourself of your own clothes now, letting yourself be completely bare in front of him and he watched you through very appreciative lust glazed eyes. he would never grow tired of seeing your body, that was for sure.

you then moved to remove the last of his clothing, his cock springing free from its confinement and slapping against his stomach, he hissed at the sensation of the cold air in the room that was now hitting it.

you pull him in for another heated kiss, which he eagerly returned before you pulled back and leaned towards your nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. you opened the bottle and squeezed a bit out onto your finger, softly running it along his hole.

“i’ll go slow, okay?” you whisper to him. he couldn’t bring himself to say any coherent words at the time being so he opted to just nod in response, feeling your finger gently slide into him and begin probing the tight walls, causing him to inhale sharply.

“does it hurt?” you ask, monitoring his face closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. he shook his head ‘no’

“just.. feels weird” he spoke softly. you continued your ministrations with the one finger for a while longer, before removing it to apply some more lube and adding in a second. the sensation was still foreign to him, but he was starting to get a bit more used to it and enjoying himself while you continued to finger him. he began to softly moan from the feeling of your fingers stretching him open, pushing them further and further into him and pumping them in and out. oh.. he could definitely get used to this.

you pull your fingers back out of his hole and he whined at the loss of contact, opening his eyes and looking at you as if to silently plead you to continue. watching you squeeze more lube into your fingers did something to him, the sight was really arousing and then he felt you carefully slide 3 fingers into him, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so stretched open from your fingers

“feel good?” you ask softly, he nods in response, minds falling from between his lips constantly now

“s’good” he slurs out, too lost to the pleasured sensation running through his veins to form a full sentence.

“doing so good for me josh, sound so pretty for me” you encourage him, stroking his waist softly and continuing to prod at his greedy hole with your fingers before slowing pulling them out, he whines at the loss of contact

“you ready?” you ask as you step into the harness and secure it to your body. he nods furiously in respond

“please- i need more please” he begs you, his eyes beginning to fill with desperate tears. so pathetic. so cute.

you secure the dildo to its place within the harness apply lube to it, rubbing it along the tip and down the shaft while you were looking at him. the sight aroused him more than he expected it to, your hooded eyes staring at him while you stroked the silicone, thoroughly applying the lube to it.

“remember your safe word?” you asked him. he nodded

“saviour”. he answered, you smiled softly at him, running a thumb along his chin and kissing him softly

“good boy, make sure to use it if its ever too much okay?” he nods silently and watches you make your way between his legs, pushing them apart for easier access, caging him between your arms shortly after.

the tip of the silicone toy presses against his hole, he looks at you with those wide eyes again as you slowly begin to push in, inch by inch, his head falls back and his eyes roll as he lets out a loud moan as he feels you gradually bottom out inside him.

oh.. oh.

now he understood what you meant when you said you thought he’d like this. it felt amazing, he’s never felt this good before. his hips moved instinctively to try and match the slow pace you had set fucking him, trying to fuck himself onto you now. it was definitely a pleasant sight to see. you gradually began to snap your hips against him faster, a flurry of whimpers spilling from his lips from the new speed. he was getting so close to cummimg now. he was used to lasting longer, but he had never been fucked in the ass before, in his defence.

you knew he was close, as he was getting louder and loude by the second.

“you gonna cum for me josh? gonna cum from this pretty cock in your ass?” you spur him on, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his nipples now. he nodded wordlessly, looking at you pathetically

“yes- gonna cum for you- please!” he whined

you kiss him, a messy and completely lust driven kiss but that didn’t matter right now. you pull away and meet his glossy eyes, wiping the stray tears that rolled down his cheeks and leaving light kisses in their trace

“cum for me” you encourage, the speed of your hips pumping the silicone toy into him never faltering as he does just that. hot white ropes flying into his stomach and his chest while he moans your name.

you gradually slow your movements, eventually coming to a complete stop before slowing pulling out, he whines at the feeling of being so empty now, you press a soft kiss to his nose now and smile at him softly.

“did so good for me josh, such a good job” you speak in a much more gentle tone than before. he nods wordlessly at you, he felt like you fucked his ability to speak away.

you step out of the harness now and hold it in your hand as you get off the bed

“stay here, i’m gonna get you cleaned up” he nodded again at that, and he really didn’t think he could move if he tried to anyways.

you leave the bedroom and wash off the silicone toy with the proper soap and water before also wetting a wash cloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom where josh was still sprawled out on the bed.

you gently ran the cloth along his skin, wiping up any of the cum that was on him while softly planting an array of kisses all over his face. he smiled softly at that.

“did you enjoy it?” you asked softly

he nodded

“that was.. better than i expected. we should definitely do it again” he answered honestly, his voice was a bit ruined from how loud he had been but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’d love to.” you say smiling softly to him and place a quick peck to his lips.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Better Man

Summary:Jason fucks up one to many times, luckily there is Eddie who is happy to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: Older Eddie x Reader. (reader is in her 20's, Eddie is thirty eight) age gap, 18 + Minors shoo! Kinda mean Eddie, then Soft Eddie. Modern fic.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

❤️

Jason was such a loser. He had been caught flirting with a few girls at the Halloween party they had attended together and you had left him.

Finally.

It had been weeks of making up, breaking up and just a plain, toxic vibe. You deserved better and wanted out.

You went to the one person who you knew would understand. Who could make it better. Who pleasured you, fulfilled you in ways that Jason could never ever do

Eddie.

He opens the door to his trailer and your stomach flips, filling with butterflies at the sight of him.

Fuck, he was so sexy.

His hair is in a messy bun, he's shirtless, wearing slacks and there's a smirk on his face.

"Hey pretty girl" his brown eyes rake over your body and you shiver in excitement.

"Hi" you're breathless with anticipation, knowing what the night entails. Knowing its Eddie you really want and not Jason dickhead Carver.

"The dickhead mess up again?" you nod and feel shy under his scrutinizing gaze. He takes a long drag of his cigarette and cocks his eyebrow.

"We're done"

"The boy can't satisfy you so you coming running to me again princess?" he tsks and you pause, unsure if he wants you here.

Maybe he has another woman over? You weren't exclusive or anything. Even though you had fallen quickly for Eddie, the two of you only started as a casual hook up.

Eddie's uncle was friends with your family, that's how you got to know Eddie. His reputation proceeded him, he was hot as fuck, had women wrapped around his finger and he knew it.

One look in his big doe brown eyes and you found it hard not to melt, you resisted. Just barely.

The thought of someone with him made your stomach ache, your heart clench.

"Do you want me to go? If you have someone with you, I don't want to interrupt" his features soften and he chuckles.

"I see that look in your eyes sweetheart, you jealous of all that shit?" you look away, shrugging and he tugs the waistband of your jeans so your close to him.

"I like when you're jealous sweet girl, gets me all fucking hot" he kisses you before you can respond and leads you to his bedroom.

❤️

Eddie has your arms pinned above your head, there's a mean, mocking smile on his face.

"So Carver couldn't satisfy you princess and you come to me" he teases as he thrusts inside you hard.

"Eddie, please, need you" You moan and he begins to move, slowly.

"You just love when my cock is buried in you huh? Such a greedy, greedy girl" he mocks as he drags his thrusts out until your a mewling mess underneath him.

He wants you to beg, you refuse to give in but the ache you feel is growing stronger.

"Eddie" you whine and he moves a little faster this time.

"Uh, uh princess. You're being so rude. I didn't hear please" he coos and you huff, desperate for release and begin to grind yourself against him, gritting out "please" as you do so.

His eyes fill with lust and he moves faster, hips snapping against yours as you both move together.

"You feel so fucking good sweetheart, tight. Mine"

The sensations going through your body is delicious and by the time you reach your climax, you're screaming into Eddie's shoulder, legs shaking from how intense the orgasm was.

Eddie soon follows, spilling into you. His hand gripping yours and an awed look on his face, he slowly pulls out and lays beside you.

You lay together for a moment before he speaks, his fingers caressing your hair.

"There's no one else princess, not for a while. Only you" it answers your question and at the same time your heart is racing as you think of the implications on what he said.

He presses a kiss to your lips and takes his sweet ass time, kissing every inch of your body as he makes his way down to the apex of your thighs.

Before you can ask about what he said your phone lights up with a call. Ugh. Jason.

Eddie's eyes darken and he glares at the phone.

"Answer it" he tells you and continues teasing near your clit. You pout.

"Do I have to? I think I gave the asshole the message earlier. I wish he'd leave me alone"

Wasn't dumping your drink on him and giving his cocky, condescending face a slap enough of a message? It certainly was a cathartic moment for you.

You answer the phone and immediately Jason is yelling and belittling you, Eddie stills when he hears Jason yelling at you.

"Will you fuck off Jason. I told you we're done for good" You snap at him losing patience.

"Tell him to talk nicer to you or I'll knock his teeth down his throat" Eddie growls and the protectiveness in his tone makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Who's that? You bitch!" Jason yells and Eddie gestures for the phone, which you give to him curious at what he will say.

"Listen here dickhead. She's not interested, Infact, I'm currently between her thighs and making her scream, which is more than a limp dick fuck like you ever could"

Jason goes silent. You can almost picture that agog expression on his face.

"Eddie Munson. She's fucking you?" he squeals and Eddie smiles.

"Let's get this straight here Carver, she is my girl. I don't like to share, fuck off and stop bothering her or I will be very pissed off and have to tell you in person. Wouldn't want you to shit your pants or anything. We clear?"

Jason gulps. "Crystal" Jason hangs up and you dissolve into giggles and sit up, leaning over to kiss Eddie.

"That was kinda hot. Also I'm your girl?" you say teasing him but full of hope and he kisses you, leaving you a little breathless.

"I want to be with you sweetheart. You've gone and stolen my heart. I adore you and I'll treat you better than that Carver idiot ever could"

Thrilled you kiss him, nodding happily and his arms wrap around yours as you cuddle into him and he kisses your forehead.

[hugs2doie]

hi !!! could u do a haech scenario based off round&round? i luv ur stuff sm !!!!!

round&round. — l.d.h

PAIRING. haechan x gn!reader

GENRE. idk cutesy, js haechan being whipped ngl

WC. 491

NINI’S NOTE. haechan??? my ult?? with round&round??? one of my fave nct dongs rver??? u want me so bad anon.. AND I LOVE U TOOO. fid this at 3 am and i dont yhink its proofread… not v proud kf this but i jope u liekk it 💞💞 (turn on light mode for the banner to look prettier 😓)

“smile a bit!” you had told haechan with a big smile of your own, as you were holding his phone up, ready to take a picture with him.

but if only it was so easy for haechan to stand close to you without feeling his heart beating faster than the speed of light.

his pretty brown eyes bore into yours in nervousness after you scolded him, but he nevertheless stood closer to you, and slowly threw up a peace sign and a small smile.

“say cheese!”

and just like that, the picture that he was looking at with the goofiest and biggest grin ever on his hand, was taken.

he wasn’t even looking at himself in the picture, he was looking at you.

you and your stupid smile that got him feeling like he’s a little boy who just got his first ever crush. you who made him feel like he was so close but so far away from you. you who made him scared to make the first move, because you’re just friends, what if you reject him? but also you, who makes him the happiest man with just throwing a glance on his way.

he wasted his time today again. and before he knows it, it’s 2:30 am.

2:30 am.

he’s been tossing and turning under his bed sheets for a while trying to sleep, yet both his heard and brain won’t let him. what is wrong with him? he simply wanted to have a nice night sleep, and not think about his stupid teenage-y boy crush on his friend, those were for kids anyways.

but no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of you just won’t leave him alone.

did he seriously have to be so pathetically in love with you? his friends have called him a loser multiple times ‘cause of this but he just can’t see why. i mean, it’s not like he’ll confess and then boom you’re dating! it’s more complicated than that, a lot more.

he just didn’t want to lose you. a simple confession between friends can ruin the whole friendship.

his overthinking was really eating him up this late at night.

you really were his everything. you were his sun and he was just the earth orbiting, and always wandering around you. he’d seek for you everywhere, but sometimes he’d think if you’d feel the same. i mean you have said a couple of “i love you”s, but those were just in the friendship way, right?

he needs you deeply. it’s like he’s a drug addict and you’re the drug.

at this point he’s surprised you haven’t figured out he likes you. the poor boy stutters and avoids eye contact with you all the time.

but he can’t help but be obvious when it comes to you.

he wasted his time yet again today,

but who knows,

maybe tomorrow he won’t.

[romanreignseater]

Signed Up.

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smutty Smut

“Marrying Roman came with a lot of benefits, but do you really know what you signed up for?!”

A/N: A moan off?! Don’t know where this came from, but I did it any way. My first fic, hope you enjoy 😆💕!!

GIF: @romanreigns

You loved days like this. Babies sleeping peacefully, wind blowing through the windows, and your gorgeous husband nestled up to you. His body warm to the touch, but face cold as he stares at the TV.

You can help but to admire. “How am I so lucky?!”, you think to yourself. You were snapped out of your trance, by a deep and timber voice, that said, “If you keep staring, you might burn your eyes looking at all this hotness”. You giggled at your husband’s corny ass joke, “You know, for someone who seems so cool on TV, you’re lame as HELL in person”, as you continued to laugh at him. “But, you knew what you signed up for”, Roman said, staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes. That’s true, you knew what you signed up for and you were never going back.

Roman’s face carried that signature smirk, as you said nothing and stared blankly at him. “You want me to give you something else to think about baby?” You tried not to give him the satisfaction that he has such a power over you, so you have to play the game, before it plays you. “Ro… the kids are sleeping and subject to your own opinion, your grunts and moans are pretty loud”. Roman couldn’t even keep a straight face hearing that bold faced lie. “My moans are too loud?! My moans are TOO LOUD?!”, he said in utter disbelief. Now you knew what was coming, he was gonna list ALLLL the things he has done to you to make you absolutely lose your mind. But instead, he says something that baffles you.

“Let’s have a little competition then, you suck me off and we’ll see how “loud” I moan. Then, I’ll eat you and we’ll see how loud you’ll moan.” “Loser has to go through a punishment of the winner’s choice”. His face as cold and calm as it is in the ring. Due to your extreme competitiveness, you could never back down from a challenge. “Game on, champ”, you said as he couldn’t help but to show those pearly whites. “Well… Go on then, you better get to work”, the Tribal Chief says.

You get on your knees in front of him while he was sitting on the couch. He does his iconic man-spread, and you can’t help but to look at those luscious thighs clad in those Nike shorts. “You look like you’re already about to moan”, he says feeling on top of the world. All you can do is roll your eyes and hit him back, “Don’t worry baby with just the feeling of my hand on your dick, you’re gonna be wishing you never challenged the GOAT”. Roman laughs though his sentence, as he says, “All this back talk for you to lose”. That’s it, your done letting your mouth talk and it’s time for your mouth to move. The hair tie on his wrist is now wrapped around betwixt your hair, you then pull his long and girthy dick out of his boxers, spit on your hand, and get to work. Roman’s arms are laid across the head of the couch as he STILL daunts that sly smirk. You had to act fast, no more teasing or foreplay.

Kitten licks are given to the head of his beautiful dick, and his thighs stiffen up. “Cat got your tongue baby?!” You stared up at him with those big, doe eyes that he can’t stand. “I’m chilli-“, you interrupted his sentence as you shoved his entire length down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down as he lightly moaned, when an idea popped into your head. His head that was once laid back against the couch, now lifted as you stopped. He stared at you with confusion, “Why’d you stop?!”, he said. You returned to him your sly smirk and said, “Beg for it.” Roman loved when you were dominant, but at this moment… it was not the time. “Y/N”. “No, no, no, no.”, you said as you shook your head, with his shaft in one hand and the other formed with one finger up. “It’s my time and you do as I say”, your facial expressions challenged him. He fell underneath your command, “Y/N, please, I need it, I want it, please”. Satisfied with his response, you continue.

His large and heavy balls were being rolled by one hand, the other moving along with the motions of your open mouth. As you looked up, his lip in between his teeth and hands gripping his shorts. You needed to step your game up, so you squeeze his shaft and focus on the tip. Roman’s eyes blown wide up and moans expelled out of his mouth. “That’s it righ—t there”. You knew Roman could moan louder than that, but it was too late. He released into you mouth. Roman smirked down at you as you swallowed every drop. “Well, I think we know who’s winning”, he says laughing. Your faced contorted into a pout, as you cross your arms on your chest. “Awww, poor little Y/N, are you sad? Huh?! Are you sad?!”, “Well too BAD”, the menace spoke. “Get your ass up there.” You sat still on the fluffy carpet as he peered down at you. “Y/N, you better take your sour ass attitude somewhere else, cause you ain’t getting out of this”, he said coldly. “Now I’m not gonna repeat myself. Get. Your. Ass. Up. There. NOW!”

Not wanting him to go crazy, you followed his instructions. “You know better than to be a sore loser, now take off your top and pants. Leave the panties on for me.”, he said as you followed. Roman kneeled in front of you as you were only wearing your panties. He spreads your legs as if he is parting the Red Sea. He takes his massive thumb and rubs you through your soaked panties. You immediately felt like you were about to cum, “Cat got your tongue babyyy?!”, he said mocking your statement earlier. You just bit your lip with your brows furrowed not answering him. He continues his assault on your pussy with his thumb. The Tribal Chief then does something that completely changed the game. Instead of removing your panties, he keeps them on as he eats you out.

The feeling of your Victoria Secret lace panties rubbing against you and his long, wet tongue licking you up, made you feel sensations you NEVER felt before. You put your index finger between your teeth as you held in your moans. You tried to close your thighs, but he smacks your thighs back open and coldly stares up at you. He moves your panties to the side as he dives right in. “Ro… n-ooo, m-m-ore”, you begged. “You gotta sit here and TAKE this shit”, he says. He then pauses his abuse on your pussy and shoves his middle and index finger into your tight hole. He lays his other hand in your stomach and jackhammers his fingers into your cunt. You tried you best, you really did, but the Tribal Chief outdid you. You screamed as you began to squirt all over his hands and your stomach. “There you go, let it out mama, give it to me.” You moan with all the power you have, he then stops the utter obliteration on your pussy and sits back to admire his work.

He takes the tips of his fingers to rub your wetness all over your pulsing cunt. You shiver due to the overstimulation and push his hand out of the way. He wipes his forehead and says “Whooo, I’m tired.” You just stare at him blankly as if you aren’t dying over here. “I fucking hate you”, “I fucking love you too”, he says as he kisses you passionately. You both stare at each other as you hear you your babies awakened from their nap. “Don’t baby, I got ‘em.” You smiled up at him and silently thanked him. As your about to gather yourself together, he turns around and says, “Get ready for punishment, cause you’ll never when its coming… and. Anything. Goes.” You smiled and say “I know what I signed up”. “Glad you do”.

Do I really know what I signed up for?!

THE END.

Part 2 maybe?!

Lemme know, give me some feedback.

[evandsolo]

You've always been there | ft. Yunho

jeong yunho x reader genre : fluff, roomates to lovers words : 3,685. trigger warning : cursing, mention of narcism. plot : you've been to a lot of dates but each of them has been a complete disaster until your roomates had an idea. side note : it's actually my first try writing such things. It might not be perfect, please be gentle. thanks, love.

Why do you keep on going on those goddamn dates?  You think, on the way home. Assholes, pure narcissists, losers. They all are the same in the end. The same locations, the same boring conversations and they aren’t even offering to pay for the bill. What could you wait from people spending their day swiping on a shitty app? Were your expectations too high? or their standards too low? The ending scheme remains as always: you’re coming home, alone. This time you promise yourself; you’re deleting that puddle of nonsense from your phone. No more dates, ever.

You push the entrance door in a sigh of relief. Done with the dummies. Everything is quiet, as usual. We only hear the voices of the actors on TV. The usual drama Yunho loves to watch when you’re not home. As soon as he realized you were home, he turned out the TV, and his big brown eyes to you. “Spill the tea, Gorgeous.” He says his usual giant smile on the face.

You drop by his side on the couch in an umpteenth sigh. “I hate men so much.” And you mean it. They’re so disappointing, how could you not hate them? “All of them? Even me?” Of course not. Jeong Yun-ho was the best man you’ve ever known. A smile appears on your face before you cast an amused look at him. “Especially you!” You say, bumping your shoulder on his arm, making him laugh. “I’m just so mad they can’t even reach a little bit of respect to the people they have in front of them.” That dumb dude you met tonight, spent the entire time watching the match on TV. He barely even took a real look at you, or even was interested in what you were saying. You’ve never felt more alone or disrespected in your whole life. You take your time to explain everything to your best friend. Your voice is filled with anger and disappointment. Mostly, deep down your heart, you felt like there was no hope anymore.

It was so difficult to talk with someone that was interesting and interested. It was obvious that everything had gone wrong, and that you’ll never find somebody that will treat you the right way. “Their loss. They don’t know how amazing you are.” He says, trying to make you feel better, surrounding you with one arm. “That’s what you think.” You add, looking at his face. “I just wanted to have a cute date, something that was nice and simple. A moment that feels new and refreshing. But it was too much to ask.” You say, pouting your lips, leaning your head on his strong shoulder. “Can I do something to ease your mood?” nodding in a slight despair. “Please. I’d very much appreciate it.” 

You knew Yunho for a few years now. He first was your classmate and then, he became your roommate, in a much bigger apartment than your small student room. It was convenient for the both of you and living by his side was easy. He was nice, quiet, clean, funny, also very handsome, which, you can admit, was quite an advantage. But above all, he knew perfectly how to make you feel better. He leaves your side so fast you suddenly felt cold. Your sight follows his paths to the kitchen, curious about what he’ll do. “You should take a moment to take a shower, you’d feel much better after that.” He says, not even looking at you, but he surely felt your eyes on his back. “Look at you, fathering me.” You hear him laugh, while you were reaching the bathroom.

And he sure was right, the water was the perfect remedy to your bad mood, feeling the water running down your muscles made you feel very much at ease. You surround yourself with a delicious flowery perfume. You adore it. It was actually him that offered you that perfume a few years ago, for your birthday. Since then, it has become your favorite amongst all the others you already had. You feel even better after you sunk yourself in your favorite night gown. A delicious smell of sugar reaches your nose, as soon as you got out of the steamy room. God bless having such a good person in your life.  On the counter of the kitchen were waiting your favorite drink and those heated cookies you loved so much. Your heart suddenly burst in tender. How sweet of him. “And we can watch that show that you love, if it can helps.” He proposed, soon after he saw that you were back in the living room. “I just wanted a hug, Yunho.” You say, but oh how much you appreciated every little thing he made to make you feel the best. “Is it too much? We can just eat and…” “No. Of course, not. I’d love to watch that show with you.” You smile. Everything was just so on point, and you’ve never felt as understood ever before.

Both of your bodies now lay on the couch covered by a small throw that Yunho insisted on taking with you. The storm in your mind had cease to rage. It’s now pure joy and peace thank to that delicious chocolate and peanut butter cookies that you had devoured. The show that the TV was playing was your favorite. It portrayed the story of a strong woman crossing border to follow the love of her life. It makes you feel emotional every time, but oh how much you loved it. Your head is resting on Yunho’s lap as you’re focused on the screen, but you could feel his sight on your face. “What? Is there something on my face?” You did not even turn your eyes to him, you knew. “I’m waiting for the moment when you’ll shed a tear.” He replied in a pouty voice. You caught him red-handed. “Don’t you dare taking a picture and send it to the boys, or you’ll better sleep with one eye open.” Next time you’ll see Choi San, he’ll surely make a point about you crying on what he loves to call a boring show. And they’ll gently make fun of you. “You’re a wild one, y/n. I’m terrified.” He says, jokingly, putting a hand on your hair. You grant him with a dark sight, before focusing on the screen again. When the sad part comes, you can’t even hold back the tears. You sniff loudly, soaking Yunho’s thigh. It made him giggle, while rubbing your shoulder in comfort. His giggle doesn’t even feel judgmental. You knew you could cry freely; it just amused him to witness how emotional you could be.

The tv continued to run for a few more episodes, but you couldn’t see them all. You fell asleep without even realize it. “y/n ?” he whispered but you were so far already you didn’t even hear him. He spent a few minutes watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful so comfortable on his legs. He wished he could stay here a little bit more so that he could admire you endlessly, but he knew how insane that would be. He picked you up in his big arms, to carry you to your room. It gently puts you on your bed and covers you with a light blanket so you could feel warm. “Goodnight, sweet.” He says lightly, before you answer in the mumble of your sleep “’night dear.”

You can’t even remember when and how you reach your bed, but you’re waking up in your sheets, alone, as usual. A sigh comes out your mouth as you’re leaving the sheets to grab your phone in the living room. Next to it, there’s a hand-written note. The usual curves of Yunho’s writing. It was simple, elegant, just as he was. He took some time to write it, instead of just a text. It warmed your heart. 

You left your phone in the kitchen yesterday, i didn't wanted to disturb your sleep by bringing it to your room. There's some fresh cutout fruits in the fridge if you’re hungry. I’m running errands, coming home asap. 

Also, I need you to be ready when I’m back, taking you out today. 

X, Yunho.  

You can’t even contain your smile. But you realized soon he must have been gone for a little while now, so he might be back home soon. Screw your breakfast, there’s no time to waste. You can’t help but be curious about what is on your friend's mind. 

You came out of your room fully ready at the very same moment when you heard the click of the keys on the door. Yunho comes in and your heart flutters immediately. “Hi, slept well ?” He asks, the biggest smile on his face. “ Perfectly. Who are these beautiful roses for ?” You couldn't hold back the question, pointing at the bouquet he was holding in his hand. “ For the neighbor, obviously!” He started, you could feel his smile in his voice. “ It's actually the first step of our day. White roses, as you like them.” He hands down the bouquet to you and your heart skips a beat. “ You didn't have to do all of this, Yunho. That's adorable.” You're surrounded with the perfect smell of the roses and a cloud of tenderness. “ You felt so bad yesterday, I thought it was a good idea to show you how you are supposed to be treated. To make you feel better.” He has always been all about acts of service, but this. It felt extra special. “ So I'm taking you on a day of dates.” You're suddenly completely speechless. “ Yunho…” You whispered, tears flooding your eyes. “ That's the best thing nobody has ever done to me.” Your heart was racing, “ You deserve it, Y/N” 

Fuck, how could he be that nice ? 

Right after the flowers were put in some water, you followed Yunho outside, still so curious about today's program. “Where are you taking me ?” You ask while buckling your seatbelt. “I'd rather keep it a secret. And you better not overthink everything. Let me guide you.” Not overthink? How could you even do that ? “ Don't look at me like that. You'll enjoy it, I promise.” But you wanted to know, and not even the usual GPS was indicating your destination. How frustrating. You hate not being in control and this was way out of your comfort zone. But you knew you could trust him with your guts. You’ve always been safe by his side. 

12:02 - 

“ I hope you’re hungry.”  Yunho’s holding the door for you. You know that place. A fancy restaurant you’ve spotted on social media, a few weeks ago. How did he knew? Your eyes are sparkling and your heart feels so warm. You are installed near a window that enables you to have a pretty view of the city. The lights, the music, everything made it perfect. Nobody had ever taken you somewhere that fancy before. “Are you okay ?” He asked, softly, a warm smile on his face. You can’t help but feel the warm coming in your cheeks. “Y-yeah ! That’s so… amazing.” you whisper, looking around you. “That is a lot.” You add, in a little smile. The flowers, now this. You’ve never felt so cared about before. “As long as you are happy, it’s nothing.” Hi Google, how to not melt in front of someone ? You order some food, your stomach is raging just by reading the menu.

Fortunately the food came by really fast, and it looked just like in your dreams. You and Yunho shared a pretty animated conversation about a lot of subjects, but the only thing you were focused on, was his smile, the way he looked so happy. The soft curve of his lips, the sun in his honey-like voice, the spark in his eyes. You feel something was shifting slowly. “ What’s on your mind ?” You hear, tearing you apart from your daydream. “Huh ? Oh, nothing. I was thinking about how good this is !” You smile, pointing at your plate. “Oh really ? Can I ?” “You’ll love it !” You hand him your fork so he could try your dish. “Oh damn, yours is so much better than mine !” He says, his eyes wide open. Without asking permission, you exchange dishes, so he can have the other half. You always used to do that, sharing was so obvious. “How did you know this place ?” You finally ask, curious. “I saw that you shared it on your page, I kept the name, so i could take you there one day…” He admits, lowering his gaze on his plate. Your heart skips a beat. Take me there... ? Oh Yunho... Your hand lightly reaches his to grab it. “That’s really so nice of you.” He has always been so thoughtful. Every little attention was heartwarming, like a summer sun. You trace circles on the back of his hand, making a smile appear on his face. “ I really like to see you smile. Seeing you happy really is important to me, you know.” You nod, so deeply touched by his words. 

This day was so overwhelming already. It sounded so much like real dates. Going back to reality will be so hard. 

4:17 pm 

Next location, the beach.

The sun was shining brightly. You’ve never seen such a bright day in so long. It looked like every setting was made to make your day even better. It really was everything you’ve ever asked for on a date. It was simple but so nice. It looks like you, like what you loved. You’re walking side by side, in the sun, admiring the waves crashing on the sand and the rocks. The sound of it was quite relaxing. In the sun, you could admire every angle of Yunho’s beautiful features. Something in his beauty catches you, you couldn’t stop to observe him. He was so singularly handsome. 

A funfair was taking place on the pier and you were walking straight to it. The little girl inside your head was screaming in joy. Funfair always had been something you enjoyed to do. It makes you feel like there’s only happiness in the world. The smells, the sounds of it, makes your heart so warm and recharged. You grab Yunho’s hand, intertwining your fingers. You needed no words, to tell him how happy you feel at the moment. “Can we go to the claw machine ?” You asked with excitement, making him laugh. He nods and leads you there. He let you take a look at every machine. “Have you seen that panda ? Isn’t he so cute ?!” Your voice rose slightly to the trebles while you were pointing at the stuffed panda in the very rear of the machine. “Okay, let’s try to catch it !” He lets you go first. He steps behind your back and rests a hand on your shoulder as you're trying to focus on your goal. His contact makes you shiver and you experience the difficulty of not concentrating on the heat that it releases through the layers of tissues covering your skin. 

First try. Fail. Second try, fail.

You're whining with frustration. The third attempt remains a failure. You can’t help the frustrating sigh to get out your throat. “Lemme try!” He says behind your back.He advances his hand to grab the game handle. The music starts again, and he tries twice without catching it. “I’m gonna try again, there’s no way we’re coming home without it.” He adds determination in his voice as he pulls another coin in the machine. The claw closes itself around the panda’s arm, and you’ve never prayed that much. You put your hand on Yunho’s while you take a look at the plushie. Then finally, you both exult with joy when the animal falls into the right area. Your smile is so wide, as you’re turning to hug tight the man behind you. “You did it !” You say close to his ear. He relishes his embrace and he leans to catch the plushie. He hands it to you with the biggest and proudest smile on his face. “You better hug it tight when I'm away from you.” He says, making your heart race again. “I’d rather hug you, forever. You’re softer and warmer.” you add, locking his sight in yours. “ But that will do if you're not home. It'll be a little bit of you.” you smile.

There was something in the air that made you feel like that was where you belonged. Everything was perfect, as you always imagined it to be, except you’ve never ever thought that Yunho would be the best date of your life. Turns out, he is absolutely perfect. “What about some candy floss and a big cola ?” he asks, grabbing your hand. “I’d love that. We should take a giant one so we can share.” He nods. You rush to the candy station and soon you have a giant pink fluff ball between your hands. In less than a second a big part is already in your mouth, making you laugh, as sugar remains on the corner of your lips. “Wait, lemme help you.” He says before gently passing his thumb on your skin. The touch of his skin makes you gently shiver and for a second you forget how to breathe.

You continue to walk around the fair together. You’ve never laughed that much before. He even took some pictures of you, watching the carnival rides or the sun that was already starting to set. Time was flying, and you enjoyed every part of that amazing day. 

If only this day could be endless. 

8.24 pm

“The view is amazing.” You’re completely astonished. Yunho took you on a hill, to eat dinner outside while admiring the view of the entire city and the ocean at the same time. The sunset gives its greatest colors to the sky. A gradient of warm colors you loved so much.

Before coming here, you passed by a small shop to grab some fried chicken and some tanghulus for dessert even though you had so much sugar already, he knew you loved them. “So, what did you think about today ?” he asks, drawing you away from your contemplation. “ Are you really asking ?” Is he on a sugar high ? “Y-yeah ?” You’re falling closer to him, looking straight to his eyes. “That was the most amazing, perfect, day of my life, Yunho.” You admit. Your heart was fuller than ever. “You made all my wishes come true. You perfectly knew how to make me the happiest, and I can't thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me.” His eyes started to shine as his cheeks took a slight pink color. He looks at the grass for a few seconds before coming back to your eyes. “There would be a way to thank me, actually.” He said, kindling a curious flame in your chest. “Oh yeah ?” “You could maybe uh… gimme a kiss ?” At the end of his proposal, his voice softens, as if he suddenly became a little more shy. Yet you can’t stop the surprise from coming on your face. A kiss ? “Only if you agree, of course. If you don’t, that’s okay.. I mean I wo-...” You stop his mumbling by pressing your lips against his. You’re not so sure if it was what he was asking for, but you wanted it so bad. It did not take long before he came pressing his hand on your cheek, smiling against your lips. 

It was the best kiss you’ve ever shared. 

You part a few seconds later, both giggling as teenagers. The feeling rushing into your body was nothing more than pure felicity. “I waited for this for so long.” Wait what ? He catches your intrigued look and smiles softly before glancing at the horizon, perfectly avoiding your gaze. “You’ve been on my mind for so long, y/n…” He starts. You knew this would lead somewhere you’ll never come back from. “This… I wanted to show you how much you meant to me. You deserve the absolute world.” Your heart melts instantly. “ It made me so mad that no one could see how amazing you are. But I was a bit jealous, watching you goin out with douches I knew would not suit you.” Your head leans on his shoulder, inviting him to continue. “I wanted to take you on a date for so long. I just didn’t know how to do it.” He was so open right now, confessing his feelings towards you. Only for you to realize how reciprocal it was. “ I just.. I love you, y/n.” Your heart explodes in your chest. Slowly, you find the way to his lips. The slight pressure he puts into it, shows how much he wanted it to happen. A hand lands on your neck, the other on your back for a few seconds.You feel all surrounded by him, warmed, loved.

The slight notes of his fruity and warm perfume, made you feel a little dizzy. Or was it the feeling of his lips, staying right after you parted your lips ? “ I was so blind…” You admit, resting your forehead against his. “I should have seen sooner.” If you stopped convincing yourself it was just friendship, you would have saved yourself many catastrophic moments and memories that you would gladly have done without. “The reason nobody has suited me before, it’s only because you are the one made for me.” You whisper, heart fully open. “I love you too, Yunho.” 

This was the best closure you could ever imagine. You promised yourself to never kiss on the first date, but it did feel like you were already dating for so long. It was him. It has always been him. As you’re coming home, that night, everything has changed, in the best way. You fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, the panda he won for you pressed between your bodies. 

No more shitty dating apps. Only good and lovable dates.

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Mine

3rd Person POV (Camila Montes X Reader)

“Future wife 3 ‘o clock” your head snapped to the cafeteria doors the short girl with pink highlights dressed in her usual baggy pants and tight shirt. You felt your mouth begin to salivate the longer you stared.

Fingers snapped in front of your face as you were brought back to reality.

Your best friend laughing at you.

“Dude she’s way out of your league.”

You sucked your teeth pushing the boy away from you.

Camila Montes had been your friend since middle school, you weren’t exactly close but you lived two blocks away and she never seemed to mind your company whenever you were paired for projects.

“You’re just mad Megan rejected yo’ ole ugly ass…AGAIN!” JP shoved you this time making you fall out the seat. His cackling catching the attention from everyone near by including the girl you were just drooling over.

His sister Lily coming over to the two of you.

“Y’all are losers.” JP narrowed his eyes at his sister.

“Y tu eres mi hermana. Making you a loser too. Te quiero mucho.” He puckered his lips pressing a juicy kiss to her cheek making her groan in disgust. Hands wiping the excess saliva off aggressively.

“Hey Lil’.” The girl gave you a small smile and a wave.

“You guys going to Micah’s party tonight?” Your eyebrows furrowed as well as JP’s. Micah was a mutual friend but after she got

into cheerleading you guys had seen less and less of her.

“Wasn’t invited.” You shrugged as you looked down at the lunch tray.

Big Mac, the wide receiver for your schools football team, ran up to you grabbing you in a hug.

“What up Y/N? JP? Lily?” He winked at the girl in glasses making you and JP glance to each other in amusement. She scoffed walking away as Mac watched her ass.

“I hate to watch her leave but I love to see her go.” He whistled.

“Bro!” JP hit his chest making the boy rub himself in attempt to soothe the sting,

“Sorry man but your sister is fine and thick. And you know those are two things Big Mac loves.” You laughed lightly.

“Anyway y’all coming to the party tonight?” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Who doesn’t know about this fucking party?!” Chris popped up behind you and just as he did your hand smacked his face.

“Fuck! What did you do that for?” He whined as he bought his shirt to his nose as if he were bleeding.

You rolled your eyes. Big Mac just clapped his heavy hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll grab you first at 8 then we’ll grab some food while JPs working when he gets off we’ll head out together.” You nod as he heads back over to his team.

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Loud music, heavy smoke and the smell of liquor invading your senses the minute you stepped foot in Micah’s house. The familiar structure feeling foreign as you’d realized just how long it had been since you’d been over.

A small hand clamped on your shoulder breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hey,” the house owner spoke in your ear. “You made it.”

You looked at her confused and somewhat irritated. “Wasn’t aware you were expecting me when you didn’t even invite me.”

She looked to the ground biting her lip in guilt.

From the top of the stairs brown eyes watched curiously at the exchange. You weren’t happy with the red haired girl in front of you, it was obvious however the ginger bitch kept trying to get your attention by touching. With a quick tilt of her head the girl drank the rest of her Hunch Punch and slid down the post landing next to you,

“Hey Y/N/N.” You turned starstruck at seeing Camila not only was she beautiful but she looked happy to see you. You gave her a small smirk.

“Hey Mimi.” Her eyes narrowed annoyed that you said that nickname in front of the ginger bitch.

“Wanna go smoke?” The both of you dismissing Micah as you went out back by the pool.

You both sat by the pool passing the joint back and forth.

“Didn’t take you for the partying type.” She broke the silence.

You shrug. “JP’s trynna get laid and Big Mac doesn’t like me being home alone.”

She hummed eyeing you for a second. “So what’s going on between you and the cheerleader?”

“Micah?” You scoffed. “Beats me she’s the one who decided she was too cool to hang out with us.”

The shorter girl laughed. “Wow. You really don’t see it.”

You glance at her taking a hit a harsh cough following. “See what?” You choked out.

Camila took another hit holding the smoke in as she grabbed your cheeks turning your face to her and blowing it out.

“Ginger bitch wants you.” You got lost in the smoke before you realized what she said.

“Nah her and JP were a thing up until two months ago.”

“What if she didn’t want JP?”

You grew quiet as Camila started kicking her shoes off, jeans following after. You kept watching until she was in nothing but her bra and panties. She looked over her shoulder smirking.

“You coming?” You stripped quickly almost falling over. The smaller girl giggled before she ran, curling into a ball and jumping in the water. Her hair sticking to her as she came back up.

You tried taking a more cautious approach dipping a foot in to test the temperature but Camila grabbed your leg dragging you in.

You came up sputtering and cold as she laughed at you.

You splashed water at her.

“Fuck you.”

“Right now?” Your head whipped towards her at her suggestive tone. You stared as she swam closer to you, her usual smirk gone as her small hands went to grasp your shoulders. Your head leaned down a bit to meet her lips halfway.

“Mind if we join?” Camila turned to glare at the audience as you both found JP, Micah, and Big Mac watching the two of you.

Camila and Micah kept staring at each other as the boys went to get in the pool. Big Mac pulling you to the side whispering.

“You and Camila?” He hit you. “My dawg got game.” You looked over to see her eyes still locked in with Micah’s. You placed your hands on her waist breaking her trance. She looked to you brown eyes shining in the moonlight. The usually hard exterior nonexistent the longer you stared.

A shaky breath left her as your thumb started stroking her hip bone. Micah glared over your shoulder as Camila put one hand on the nape of your neck. Her eyes staring into yours before moving to your lips.

Soft, full lips pressed into yours gentle at first but quickly becoming more passionate and hungry.

You vaguely remember hearing hollering from your friends but your focus was on the small girl in front of you.

The faint taste of cherries on her lips making you groan. Her legs wrapped around your waist as her arms snaked around your neck. She pulled away for a moment taking you in your dazed state. Lips still slightly puckered, eyes dropping half open, it made her smile. Not her usual smirk but a genuine grin.

She’d glanced over your shoulder to see a seething red head watching intently. Her middle finger sticking up at the popular girl. She leaned in again grabbing your neck and making sure her eyes were looking at the girl as she kissed you. This time her lips were possessive, harsh, yet you found yourself unable to get enough.

Mine.

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A/N: Part one is here! + I finally let out a good cry last night before finishing this up so there's that. It's been awhile since losing a character had an effect on me and that YouTube video on the cast saying their goodbyes did NOT help. Anyways! The goal was to keep things light and envision that those that have been through so much DO get happy endings. Enjoy and thank you to those that read the first part, I appreciate you.

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Soon everyone gets to work serving themselves, just as Pope and Cleo reveal their late arrival.

“I told Pope, y’all were gettin’ started witout us so we needed to hurry and get in line!” The Caribbean woman yells, tucking her signature blade into the small cross body bag she sported, before hugging Alma, who has her hands full so she opts for tucking her chin into her friend's shoulder in greeting.

JJ turns his eyes into slits at the brown skinned girl while making his way over to Pope to give him a bone crushing hug, “Cleo, if you broke my door—

“As much shit of mine you broke over the years?” Pope stares hard at JJ while defending his unbothered girlfriend, “Can’t even hold a candle, man.”

“Dude, why you bringin’ up old shit?” JJ squeezes Pope’s shoulders with a frown.

Rafe scoffs as he walks on by with his full plate of food already, “That’s rich coming from you, Maybank.”

“That’s strike one, Cameron!” JJ hissed at the no longer buzz haired man’s back.

“The hell is he doing here?” Pope jams a thumb at Rafe who’s strolling through the house looking around as he makes his way to the dining room.

JJ points at a sleek back bun wearing Sarah from across the room, “Ask his sister.”

“J…” Alma warns.

He raised his hands in surrender, “What? Can’t I inform my good friend here what’s going on in the house?”

“If you’re going to keep throwing jabs the entire night, we can step outside.” Sarah comments as she finishes fixing herself and Little J a plate.

JJ scoffs, “I wouldn’t want my godson mad at me, and his view of me is the most important. Which is why, when we get to the games, I’m gonna kick your butt!”

“Oh yeah?” Sarah quizzes as she spins on her heels to face him in her mustard yellow ribbed dress, “Loser owes the other $500 bucks.”

JJ sucks air between his teeth, “That’s boring Pogue princess. I’ve got a better idea! And it involves this estate at night and the basement.”

“Oh god.” Kiara mumbles, putting her last serving of greenery (which was of course the dish she brought over) on her plate and sends Alma a grimace on her way out of the kitchen.

Sarah was the first one to find that the Genrette basement was haunted. She honestly felt like it was a scene out of the conjuring and wanted no parts after spraining her ankle trying to get out of there. JJ didn’t believe her at first until he got locked down there himself and heard a voice that did not sound like Alma’s or Sarah’s. He’s never been a big fan of Halloween and he definitely didn’t want this estate to make him afraid to sleep here. Not when he began to find an actual home in a physical building rather than people.

“Bet.” Sarah holds out her ankle so they can shake on it, since her hands were indeed full.

Groaning Alma hands over a utensil to Cleo after watching the two “shake” on it.

“Aw don’t be like that mama, it’s all in good fun! After all our house is the fun house!” JJ explains, squeezing Alma’s hips while he circled around the kitchen to grab his own plate.

Cleo laughs, “If anybody ends up injured tonight, rude boy, you’re done for!”

JJ tips his imaginary hat, “Thanks for your vote of confidence, ma’am.”

“Aye, I always bet on princess.” Cleo winks while JJ sticks his tongue into his cheek, before peeking at Pope who immediately shakes his head.

“Don’t bring me into your shenanigans.”

“You used to love my shenanigans,” JJ argues, “Don’t tell me the military done officially made you a hardass, Pope!”

Pope snorts, “No. It’s brought me some sense after five years.”

Alma shares a glance with Cleo. Knowing that the only reason Pope decided to enlist was to avoid the fact that he had to kill in order to survive out in Morocco. Hey, people learn how to cope the best way they knew how and Alma was always the last to judge Pope on that. She was the one who ended Groff’s life for trying to take away the love of her life (twice) and no amount of sleep would erase her actions. Or the amount of anger she had in that moment, the stench of blood and that same blood that once decorated her face. The weight of the blade…

It needed to be done.

She couldn’t make herself regret her actions and that was the scary part.

That was something she wouldn’t talk about with JJ (she didn't want to be the one to bring him anymore pain) or even her therapist…she was very vague on that, yet she had no problem talking about it with Pope. JJ felt a way about that but Cleo tried to convince him not to take it personal.

“Sorry, what was that?” JJ cupped one of his ears, “I fell asleep over your preaching.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” Pope snapped his fingers, “Now hand me that spoon for the green beans.”

“Sir yes sir!” JJ saluted.

Finding that there was no real tension between the two, Alma and Cleo let the two be for a moment, heading into the dining room where the rest were seated, which was a good enough signal for John B to hop up and go fix his own plate.

“Sooo…” John B. said to JJ who leaned against one of the counters to bite into a turkey leg, waiting for the two to finish picking their choices for dinner.

Pope felt a small smile playing on his lips, already getting a sense of what his curly haired friend was hinting at, while he moved on to load some Mac-N-Cheese onto his plate, “Have you set a plan in motion on how you’re going to propose yet?”

JJ immediately shushed the now low-cut haired man, flicking his shoulder, “Sheesh! Can you be any louder?!”

“There’s music playing.” Pope shrugged, as he peered at his blue eyed friend.

Which sounded a whole lot like Cleo’s playlist as laughter rung out from the room down from the kitchen.

“Don’t you know by now that women have supersonic hearing?” The blond says through gritted teeth and glanced over his shoulder.

Pope turned his eyes into slits while John B nodded, “That’s not a thing—

“Pope!” Cleo suddenly called from the dining room, “The cranberry sauce is out here on the dining room table. Alma says the ladle is in one of the drawers—well stuck in the drawer. Bring it here, will ya?”

His natural deep tone radiates off the walls, “Okay, baby!”

“Tanks!” Cleo calls back, which made both JJ and John B send him a pointed look.

Pope exhales and holds one hand out in apology, “I’ll try to keep my voice down…but I am curious.”

“Thanks, Darth Vader,” JJ joked while Pope gives him a blank stare, “Anyway! Y’all know I’ve had the ring for months but there have been times when she almost found it.”

“Guess where the idiot hid it the first time?” John B chuckles as he says this.

Pope sticks his fork into the Mac-N-cheese, “Oh I know this is going to be good.”

The blond ran his teeth over his bottom lip, allowing his friends to poke their fun for a little bit.

“Underneath the bed in one of Alma’s empty shoe boxes and guess who walked around with the pouch that had the ring in their mouth?” John B continued inquiring Pope who simply shrugged.

“Don’t say Little J?”

“No! Binx.” John B laughs while JJ rolled his fingers around at the mention of the charcoal gray cat Alma adopted three years ago.

JJ wanted some big ass dog originally and it was still in the works. It only made sense that Alma was a cat girlfriend who wanted a cat. It was the best emotional support animal in Alma’s opinion but JJ actually wouldn’t have minded an iguana or even a hedgehog! The pair often checked on Kiara’s turtle when she went off to New York or D.C. when her parents couldn’t. So the couple knew how to take care of Little J, some pets, and each other but marriage? Felt like an even bigger step, which is why JJ constantly backed out. Finding every excuse in the world to not do it.

Granted they were still young but JJ couldn’t picture anyone else being his wife. It was never a question of him not wanting to do it, it was his own self-doubts of if he was even worthy to have this kind of love. It still felt like a dream most days, when he found his mind wandering off as he gazed at Alma lovingly while she carried on doing something around the home or even when she was just sitting underneath him talking about anything. Even when they got into arguments, JJ wouldn't want to go to bed angry and that said a lot since his temper often got the best of him.

The only pair that were in an official union on paper was Sarah and John B who eloped not long after Lisbon. Of course it was never a competition when it came to all of the relationships, there was nothing but admiration and respect for all, however they all believed that the ones next in line should definitely be JJ and Alma.

It was already secretly voted by the rest.

“Alright, if you two are done cackling like some damn hyenas! We have a dinner to get to.” JJ tells his friends who were in fact sharing a good ‘ol laugh.

John B holds a hand out, “Aw don’t be like that man!”

“I’m not bein’ like nothing. We just got to get this show on the road, ya know?” The blond lets out a wolf whistle with a swirl of his finger.

Pope adds, “Look…whenever you do choose to do it, just know that we always got your back.”

“And Binx. They seem to be the extra push you need to just do it already.” John B joked with a wink which made JJ send him a special middle finger as they all start to leave.

“Wait! The ladle.” JJ tells Pope, who spins back around to enter the kitchen at his instruction, “It’s the drawer on the end by the window, there’s a special trick you gotta—

Pope ends up flinging himself back with the drawer handle now in his hand. The friends look at each other in silence.

“…I’m telling Alma you broke that.”

“Are you forreal?!” Pope yells at his back while JJ nods his head and speeds walks out of the kitchen. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ .𖥔 The dinner is as peaceful as can be, chatting about what everyone had going on, random topics, and of course old memories. There was even a phone call in from Mr. Heyward who of course invited everyone to spend actual thanksgiving down at their house, if anybody didn’t have any plans. A FaceTime call also came in from Joey who just had to hear about JJ and Sarah’s objective to battle it out with the night games Alma and JJ had planned.

Joey of course betted on JJ.

The games ranged from: Making turkey hands with Little J = Sarah’s team (Sarah, John B, Cleo, and Rafe—who mainly wanted to keep score rather than participate) won that one of course, Dance telephone happened before the drinks = JJ’s team won that (JJ, Alma, Pope, and Kiara), a little break was taken after that until Kiara wanted to film a Cuff it challenge for TikTok, where Cleo had to switch sides for a moment to redeem her team losing but John B argued that wasn’t part of the games and JJ didn’t want to hear any of that, calling him a sore loser which ended up with the two wrestling on the floor and shit-talking, then came the creating the best beverage of the night and guessing who it belonged to, who ever got the most votes for that drink and whatever team they were on got the point.

Rafe, JJ, and Cleo all made the strongest drinks. Sarah made the weakest but sweetest drink, Kiara’s was a sneak up on you kind of drink, John B and Pope’s tasted similar since they used alike ingredients, and Alma pranked them all with her holiday fruit water that she forgot to take out of the fridge, demanding that they needed to be hydrated after indulging in JJ, Rafe, and Cleo’s drink back to back. She was automatically disqualified but she was fine dancing with Little J anyway. It unfortunately didn’t come down to what tasted the best but immediately to which one was going to give them a hangover for days…it came close but ultimately the point went to Sarah’s team.

A few more games were dived into: who could blow out the tea light candles the farthest in one breath, stacking cups the fastest with little J participating in before he was ready to go to bed, which Rafe surprisingly stepped up and said he would do, then came the game of head shoulders knees and toes cup—which is basically Simon says and whichever opponent touches the cup first wins, backstabber karaoke where you have to sing the lyrics correctly without looking at the screen, that included Alma getting a nice serenade of, “Leave The Door Open,” from JJ which funny enough unlocked a memory from their high school years, since Alma still has the biggest crush on Bruno Mars and JJ tried to persuade that he sounded better.

Once it was Alma’s turn and she shared a sip of JJ’s horrible concoction, that gave her more faith to belt a ballad as well from Celine Dion, “The Power of love,” but everyone knew they should have left the vocals to Kie anyway. It was shaky on both teams and some accusing the other of cheating just like the game prior but they gave it to Sarah’s team only because they knew the lyrics better!

The final game was: Drunk jeopardy and it was also pretty close until it was Alma’s choice to pick the last category which was: Random for 500.

Rafe reads the question with his head tilted to the side in puzzlement, after tapping out on the games, “What would you say if JJ asked to marry you?”

Kiara, Sarah, and Cleo all shared a gasp and latched into each other once they realized what was happening. John B was tipsy so he slapped his hands against his face, slowly trying to piece together what was going on right now.

Alma widened her low-lidded eyes, in search of JJ to see what was about to occur. She didn’t peak at any of the questions when this board got delivered to their house earlier this week but she never expected this type of question to be here.

A tap to her thigh, makes her look down to see JJ already down on his knee with his hand held out. Alma doesn’t hesitate placing hers in his warm and slightly sweaty one, which JJ intertwined with his own while holding onto a cream colored pouch.

“Hi, Kit.” That nickname fell softly from JJ’s lips as he addressed his woman.

Alma felt her heartbeat in her ears and she was positive that JJ could probably feel that rhythm radiating through their joined hands. “Hey, JJ babe.”

JJ sniffs as he looks down at their hands briefly, “You have no idea how much I’ve been going back and forth in my mind on when to do this.”

Cleo pauses the music from her phone, while Kiara pulls out her phone to record, and Sarah rushes over to John B to plop into his lap and hold onto him.

“Like John B said…Binx even wanted me to just do it.” JJ looks up at Alma, his eyes already appeared watery as he carries on, “So we’re here, months later, finally finding the nerve to ask you. I’m not the best with words as you know yet my mouth always gets me in trouble.”

“Absolutely.” Kiara comments just to be shushed by Pope who still nods his head in agreement and amusement.

JJ gets rid of his glare the moment he peers over at Alma, “We’ve had a lot of conversations high and not high about what the future looked like and I always struggled not knowing or having any ideas…until you became this permanent force in my life. You make me better, want to be better, and make me see that life is worth so much more than the pessimistic thoughts that like to get the best out of me.”

Alma squeezes his hand in encouragement.

“You had my heart way before you even knew it. I tried to fight it too but when you want something bad enough? You’re real sneaky at getting it.” JJ laughs, with Alma echoing, “You’ve always known what you’ve wanted and even now I’m still in disbelief that you choose me time and time again.”

“Don’t be.” Alma whispers but molds her lips into her mouth, not wanting to interrupt.

JJ continues, “We’ve been through some shit, huh?”

Everyone murmurs.

“Yet we still get to tell the story and you’re a huge piece of it. My joy, my whole entire heart. I’m thankful for you showing me what love is, it can be: tender, kind, unpredictable, to the bone, and wholesome. I like comin’ home to you, ya know? You’re always running around in my head with those damn claws of yours that shockingly haven’t poked my damn eye out. Still they know how to leave their mark, don’t they baby?” He wiggles his brows up at the dark haired woman, whose mouth drops a bit with a laugh as she reaches out to playfully swat at his shoulder.

JJ laughs, “What I’m trying to wrap this up into is…I love you so much and you told me you wouldn’t know what to do without me. You almost had that experience…”

Which makes the room appear solemn for a moment at the horrifying memory. That’s what it was and that’s where they needed to keep it.

“The truth is I barely know what to do without you when we’re only a few hours apart. That lets me know, I need you in my life for eternity and a helluva lot more after that. So…Alma belle Layton, would you make me the luckiest man of all time and be my wife?”

Everyone waited with bated breath but JJ’s stomach was in the form of biggest knots. If he didn’t get an answer soon, he might just let it all go right here…sorry you guys!

JJ managed to pull the ring out from the pouch with one hand and teeth. Alma didn’t even need to see the ring because her blank face quickly split into a wide grin that always reached her eyes.

“Duh,” she finally answers bringing her forehead to JJ’s who finally let his shoulders relax.

Claps and whistles were heard all over the living room, leaving JJ to scramble to his feet, with shaky hands he slips the ring onto Alma’s finger. She bounces on her toes, giggling as she locks her arms over JJ’s shoulders, their noses softly bumped against each other’s as they breathed each other in before connecting their lips.

This kiss felt different, like a whole new promise and the static that tingled their lips only made their smiles wider.

“I love you Jeremiah James Maybank and I won’t let you forget it.” Alma whispers against his lips.

JJ feels his whole chest fill with warmth while he nods, “I think I’m finally starting to get that, buttercup.”

Alma throws herself against him tightly, lightly scratching at his back with her nails as he holds onto the woman of his dreams.

Their hug becomes even fuller as the rest of their friends circle them with hugs of their own.

Alma pulls back to flash the ring, which she didn’t even look at, just thrilled that JJ needed her to be his wife.

“I’m a fiancée, y’all!” Alma models her ring which makes JJ send a dimpled smile her way, and all the guys roughly pull and shake JJ around in a congratulating manner.

“I actually got my Poguey for life. WOOO-HOO! YEAH!” JJ cheers with his fists thrown up in the air.

The three girls had their heads trained down on Alma’s trilliant engagement ring.

“You did nice, pretty boy.” Cleo observes, sending her friend a thumbs up.

Kiara nods as she continues to hold Alma’s hand, “JJ’s always had the most questionable taste in pretty much everything but it’s a blessing to see that he made the right choice with you.”

“What kind of compliment is that?” JJ yells out to the taller girl out of the group.

Kiara innocently shrugs her shoulders with a grin.

“We’re officially sisters, AlmBelle!” Sarah is a giggly mess with her chin buried in Alma’s shoulder, while hugging her from behind.

Alma smiles resting her cheek back against Sarah’s.

Rafe glanced at the ring on his way by with his lips pushed out, plastic cup still in hand, “Not bad for a pogue, Maybank.”

“You know what, Rafe?” JJ starts in a tone that makes everyone turn their attention to the blond’s words, “…I’m too happy right now to even want to kick your ass so…happy thanksgiving man.”

Rafe snickers as he gazes up at the turkey leg headband the younger man now had on his head, they side eye each other until Rafe raises his cup in a silent congratulatory manner.

“I’m gonna check on the kid.” Rafe informs the group of friends, stopping to look over his shoulder to see the most loyal of friends express their joy over this new found chapter in their lives.

Everyone stops to just sit with each other for a while before the cleanup starts. Alma has her eyes closed as JJ presses kisses all over her cheek, arms locked around her hips while they lounged on the couch.

They were rightfully in their bubble right now.

“I won’t really be able to keep my hands off you now, Mrs.” He says into her ear.

Alma smiles, “Don’t.”

“Promise you’ll return the favor?” JJ’s got that cute dimple peeking out on his cheek.

Alma shifts to rest her legs over JJ’s lap, “You’re not going anywhere as long as I have something to say about it.”

He runs one hand down the length of her faux leather covered thigh, “I like the sound of that.”

And this is just a page in what should have been the perfect love story.

Sarah smiles at the two from across the room on another sofa, John B was already snoring against her shoulder. It was safe to say that JJ’s team won the Friendsgiving games tonight. Her almond eyes watched as Alma held onto JJ’s jaw as he animatedly talked, probably about his path to getting the ring. There was such a softness in Alma’s eyes as she gently nodded along, listening to the blond she took the time to love.

JJ Maybank was home.

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[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ♡

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

[sylvanian-cat]

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PAIRING - Daniel Larusso x Reader

TAGS: Friend to lovers, kissing, violence but only hitting and punching, karate kid, angst, fluff, characters fall in love, heartbreak, characters break up, happy ending, slow burn

SUMMARY: After running into the new boy from the east coast, it’s almost painfully funny how trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. Even on his first day of living in California…

The following evening was spent pondering on what to wear, how to act like a normal person in front of Daniel, and how you’re going to break the news of your following teenage escapade to your mother.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t too worried about the evening party and was more relieved that you were filling your teenage years with adventurous memories, is what she said.

Desperately trying to choose out an outfit that would compliment your body wasn’t the only problem on your mind, but also the overwhelming thoughts of the neighborhood boy you just met a couple of hours ago. Daniel Larusso. All evening, the only thing that truly plagued your thoughts was how nice his hair looked, how big and bold his brown eyes were, and the way his gentle hands cupped your elbows when he was lifting you up from that hard concrete.

That he caused, you swiftly remembered. Your own thoughts were starting to worry you. Is it healthy to be falling for a guy this quickly, one that you’ve barely even spoken 20 words to? Probably not, that’s for sure.

Reassuringly, you tried to convince yourself that the only reason why you believed these thoughts of Daniel were crowding your head was because of the lack of male attention from peers was starting to get to you. Hopefully, you thought, it’s just a symptom of being a hormonal teen and not the start of something serious…

Besides, what if Daniel knew how hard you were thinking about him right now? Would he approve? Definitely Not!

You glanced at your clock and realized that the party was about to start in 30 minutes and just by walking to the beach alone, it took about that same amount of time in order to get there.

You quickly checked your outfit and hair in the mirror, making sure everything was to perfection and grabbed your bag and headed out of the small apartment building.

Once you reached the end of the staircase and pushed open the wooden entrance leading to the sidewalk, you spotted the one man that was filling your mind; Daniel Larusso.

Of course you would find him here, looking as dashing as he does.

He was standing there in the hot sun and holding his tall bicycle in place

Knowing of your presence, he craned his head behind his back to take a glance at you. His hair was slightly ruffled from the slight wind and he was still wearing that light blue muscle shirt that showcased his broad shoulders. His eyes lightened and his plump lips turned up into a smile.

He faced his body towards you and refreshingly said a nice “Oh hey Y/N! Are you heading to the party too? I was just about to head out until I realized I didn’t know the location haha.” You flashed him a friendly grin of your own. Hoping he wouldn’t notice the small nervousness in your voice, you replied back with a seemingly calm “Yeah I was just about to head out. Do you want help with directions? I can show you the way except I won’t be able to keep up with your bike because I’ll be walking.”

His eyes for a split second flashed with a bright light, almost as if he came up with a brilliant idea on the spot and stated, “Hey, you know we can ride together on my bike? It’ll be faster that way and I don’t wanna arrive there all alone looking like a sore loser who doesn’t know their way.” He let out a chuckle which in turn also caused you to let out a small breathy laugh. His laugh was so contagious, was he always this charming to everyone?

Wait, did he just ask you to take a ride on his bike with him…? To the beach? You and him together all alone being so close with one another?!

He must have noticed you spaced out because Daniel, still keeping his charming grin said, “Soooo, what will it be? Wanna take a ride with me on my Miyagii Turbo?”

Your mind suddenly focused back onto the attractive boy in front of you and as best and as calmly as you could, you replied back with “Yeah why not? How could I pass up a free offer to ride on a speedy motorcycle standing right infront of me?”

Seemingly understanding your teasing, he stated back with a friendly, “Well what are you waiting for? We don’t wanna be late for that awesome party your friend Freddy was gushing about.”

One of his hands held onto the bike handle while the other was held out in an opening embrace; wanting to show you to get on first. “Ladies first you know” he said with a small lipped smile .

Sheepishly, you walked up to the unmotorized vehicle and placed your legs between the bicycle seat. You could feel his weight fall onto the back of the seat you left open for him and in that moment, it was quite clear how close his body was to yours.

With his chest pressing up against your back, you prayed and desperately hoped he couldn’t hear the booming sound of your heartbeat beating loudly in your chest.

Once you two were fully on the bike, the dangers of what could possibly happen were starting to get to you. What if you both fall off the bike together and cause an embarrassment in the middle of the street? What if there’s a huge pothole and you both go flying and end up needing stitches? Or worse…crutches!

As if he was knowingly reading your mind, Daniel took your hands that were clutching the sides of your stomach and gently, placed them onto the metal bicycle handles. He reached his sleeveless arms to be positioned under your armpits and the warmth of him helped a bit in calming down your intense nerves. He reached his head to be on the side of your cheek, leaving a small gap between you two but at the same time, also being as close as ever.

His voice was low and soft and the small warm breaths he would let out would hit the side of your cheek and flutter to your eyelashes. He let out a gentle, “Here, hold your hands onto the bike handles and put your feet on the side of the bike. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, put your feet on top of mine. This way, we’ll have no chance of falling. And if we do, blame it on me okay? Besides, I am the driver.” He let out a friendly grin and a calm chuckle at the end of his words.

He must’ve known about your nerves of falling off the old vehicle. He was so good, too kind.

You turned your head to glance a little back at him. From this angle, you could see all of his features in great detail. He was even prettier than you imagined. You took in his facial features as quickly as you could; the flutter of his soft lashes, the fullness and arch in his brows, the gleam to his soft lips.

Not wanting to seem like a creep, even though crushing on a guy you just met might already be a sign, you reassuringly stated a quiet “Okay, I trust you Daniel. We don’t wanna be late to the party yeah?”

His soft eyes held contact with yours and he gave an acknowledging nod “Yeah we better go, we don’t wanna get there too late then everyone already eating all of the marshmallows, that’ll be bad”

His eyes glanced up to the front of him and you took that as a sign he was about to start pedaling

As you two passed all of the town buildings and started coming closer to the grassland hills that lead to the California beach, Daniel began starting up a conversation.

His tone held a slight nervousness but it also held sympathy, “Y/N, I know you already forgave me but I’m real sorry that I kicked you like that. I swear! I thought no one was behind that creaky old door!”

The warm breeze brushed against your skin and you let out a giggle as you remembered the events that occurred just only hours earlier.

“Daniel I’m not mad. I told you I forgave you so don’t think too deep into it okay? It was only a silly mistake you made that happened to leave me with a bruised elbow.” You mumbled the last part of your teasing and he giggled at your antics.

As he spoke, the rumble of his chest could be felt against your back and in a way, it was comforting feeling those small vibrations against you. “You can probably already tell from my accent but uh, I’m from New Jersey, Newark New Jersey. Me and my mom just moved here because she got a job offer for some wacko computer stuff that I don’t know much about…”

he mumbled the last part and the tone of his voice wasn’t like the cheerful friendly boy you were talking to just a minute ago, it seemed like his voice was almost laced with a ting of sadness and exasperation.

In an effort to converse, you replied back with a “New Jersey is a long way, how are you feeling the Californian warmth? Better than Newark?

He gave a small breathy laugh and replied with his own “The Californian heat is okay… but I don’t think it can beat the peaceful summers of Newark like it is right now in August.”

It was evident that he clearly missed his hometown. Of course he would, after moving in just a day who wouldn’t?

His voice cut off your thoughts with words of his own, “But I guess Newark has its downs though. Ya know in the summer it gets real cold, like, freezing cold!” One day one of my buddy’s eyelashes were covered in frost just from doing a 15 minute walk to school.”

You let out a gasp and as you replied, your voice hitched a bit,”Woah! Really!? I don’t think that could ever happen here in this area. The only time I heard of something happening like that here was when a few kids passed out due to heat exhaustion.”

You could feel his jaw widen a bit against the back of your head. You giggled to yourself secretly, Daniel’s immense shock of the temperature change was quite amusing to you, you’ve never seen anyone be this interested over weather before. “Enough of weather”, Daniel started, “what about you? Have you lived here your whole life?” His chin was touching your cheek again and his body heat was even more prominent than before.

“Oh yeah, I’ve lived in California my whole life. You’ll get used to it after a while.” You noticed the entrance of the beach was coming into view and you shot out a direction to Daniel, “Oh hey! The beach is just right there, turn to the right and we’ll be at the party.”

His feet pedaled faster and he swiftly turned his bike to the right. As you two went down the small hill, you noticed almost everyone in your grade was here and maybe a few upper peers. The sound of 80’s pop could be heard from someone’s radio and groups of boys were playing a variety of sports while a few groups of girls were sitting down and conversing.

Daniel planted his bike in an area of cool shade and you took that as a sign that he was stopping here. You lifted your leg from one side and you kept one hand steady on Daniel’s bike while he took out the metal chain that hanged loosely around his Jean pocket.

“You head down Y/N, I still need put the chain on my bike and I’ll meet you there in a minute.” He leaned down to wrap the metal material around his bicycle’s tire and you replied back with your own “Sure thing Daniel, thanks for the ride by the way.”

He gave a small smile and said a friendly “Hey anytime, thanks for being such a good direction buddy”

He called you buddy, your heart will probably have to register that one later, but now was not the time. Not after seeing all of the wonderland festivities in front of you.

You headed down the steep pathway and into the full view of the beach. As you neared closer to the volleyball net, you heard one of your friends call you over. You recognized her immediately and the small nerves that were hidden deep in your chest were replaced with a feeling of serenity. You quickly jogged over to where she was sitting with a bunch of other girls near her and she patted the area next to her to show an act to sit down next to her.

A few of your prominent friends gave you smiles and waves and welcomed you to the party. One of your friends begins going on about how nervous she is to start school tomorrow while another goes on about how she’s going to miss summer vacation.

The conversation quickly starts to become white noise and your mind begins to focus on Daniel. He was walking down the same steep hill as you and his minute of loneliness was replaced by Freddy quickly calling him over to join them in a game of beach soccer.

Your view of Daniel gets interrupted and instead, your gaze is replaced with two pairs of legs in front of you. You turn your head upwards and you recognize the faces of both. One girl is Ali Mills who was noticeably holding a colorful volleyball in her hand while another was a girl in your grade who you couldn’t quite place the name of. Ali begins to start with a friendly conversation of, “Hey guys, we were just wondering if you wanted to come and play a bit of beach volley with us?” she gives a beautiful smile and a few of your friends began to stand up and follow the two girls to the volleyball net.

Your legs were still a bit bruised from Daniel’s dramatic entrance just earlier this evening and you thought it might be best to continue sitting where you are right now.

As the sky became darker and the sun started to shine less, you and your friends passed the time by talking about random topics like recent gossip, the upcoming school year, and anything you thought was important and needed to be mentioned. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance to Daniel. You tried to convince yourself it was because you were worried about his well-being but you knew that the way you sometimes held your eyes to him too long did not fit the intentions you were trying to convince yourself of.

A group of boys started a small bonfire once the sunset began to show and the smell of hotdogs and sweet marshmallows filled the air. Your friends begin to lie down on the plush towels and you give an excuse of your back hurting.

Your back didn’t truly hurt, but from this position you could see Daniel clearly. His talent with soccer truly did shine and as you watched, mesmerized with the way his strong thigh lifted and touched the soccer ball with every bounce. You did a small grin to yourself but quickly hid your peering eyes from Daniel once you noticed a few nameless girls, including Ali Mills, were starting to make their way over to your area.

As they started to sit down and start a conversation, they first gave a greeting to you and your friends and began conversing with one another again. You silently continued to stare at Daniel until a conversation coming from one of the girls started to peak your interest.

One began a teasing remark of, “Hey you know Ali, that cute brunette over there is sure giving you the eyes. I think he might like you Ali.”

A few other girls started giggling and making oooing noises of their own. Even Ali herself started giggling. It wasn’t as if it wasn’t true. Daniel truly was staring passionately in Ali’s direction and Ali was doing the same. Daniel gave an almost dreamy look towards her while Ali continued to flash her beautiful smile at him. You’ve never seen him look that way before, not even at the old woman’s dog back at the apartment!

You could feel a tang of jealousy deep in your core. You couldn’t deny, it did hurt, but it wasn’t as if you two were dating! You didn’t even know him very well so it didn’t even matter that much anyways. But you still had to take your feelings into acknowledgment and realize a wave of jealousy was slightly attacking you.

Your mind now absentmindedly tried to focus on the bright and warm bonfire in front of you. However It didn’t take long for your thoughts to drift away from the crackling noises and into a series of how Ali Mills always got what she wanted. It wasn’t like she did anything to you, but she had almost everything. She had a nice house, a pretty face, and the attention of male peers that probably expanded until the end of this beach.

To put it in other words, it wasn’t fair, life wasn’t fair.

You eyed Daniel like a hawk, hoping your gaze wouldn’t catch the attention of him and your other peers. “Luckily” for you, he kept goo goo eyeing Ali so he probably wouldn’t notice anyways.

You watched as Daniel continued to smile and interact with Freddy near the campfire. Freddy was going on about something you couldn’t quite hear but Daniel obviously was pleased with the conversation because he kept giving Freddy a small smirk while also keeping his gaze steady on Ali.

Suddenly, Freddy quickly kicked the checkered soccer ball that was laying near his feet across to the group of girls you were sitting by.

You were in such a trance from watching Daniel and Freddy interact that you didn’t even realize Ali almost got hit with a soccer ball. You only started to come to reality when you saw Ali get up, soccer ball in hand.

You could hear a few girls in the back squeal and squirm as they watched their friend slowly walk towards Daniel, and with your eyes steady on her, you nervously watched as Daniel went up to her in order to retrieve the ball Freddy so purposely kicked.

He gave her that same charming smile he gave you when he offered to give you a ride, and suddenly, his grin didn’t feel so special anymore.

You continued to watch as Daniel gave Ali a greeting and of course, they started to easily converse with one another. Your ears started to perk up when Ali shyly told Daniel something along the lines of how she was impressed by Daniel’s soccer skills. Daniel gave a flustered reply back, his face shyly turned towards the ground and if you really paid attention, you could see a slight pink blush coating his high cheekbones. He took the ball from her delicate hands and started bouncing it on his leg just like he was doing before. He’s showing off, you thought exasperatedly.

One of your friends lightly tapped you on the back. You curiously turned your head around and she gave you one of those grins where she was about to say something giddy.

“You know… that new kid and Ali look really cute together. You think he’s gonna be the next Johnny? I hope he is! He’s cute..!”

Her voice trailed slightly as if she was almost talking to herself a bit and you gave her one of your own personal fake excited smiles in order to match her mood. You tried to hide the bits of disappointment that were laced in your tone when you gave her your own reply of, “Yeah they do look pretty cute together. I don’t know if I would call him the new Johnny though…”

Of course Daniel and Ali looked cute together, everyone says that with the new boy she dates every year. And Daniel couldn’t be the new Johnny. Johnny was a privileged rich boy from the hills. Johnny couldn’t even compare to Daniel if you truly wanted to be honest with yourself that day.

She had her mouth slightly agape as if she was about to reply to your statement but her thoughts were interrupted when the loud noise of engines revving and motorcycles could be heard from the top of the beach hill. Everyone turned their heads towards the area of the cause of the interruption.

The boys driving the motorcycles were all young, steering red and gray noisy vehicles and wearing leather jackets with snakes imprinted all over. A sudden realization dawned over you when you started to add up all of the boys’ characteristics.

It was Cobra Kai…

They were notorious in Reseda for picking fights and winning by using their advanced karate skills. Even though most of the members were from The Hills and had money, they formed a small gang that was infamous around your town for holding no mercy for their victims. And ironically speaking of Ali’s boyfriends, Johnny, standing in the front of all of the other motorcyclists, was in the lead…

From your position on the beach, you peered over and saw that Johnny and his friends were shouting something non intelligible and waving their fists in the air on top of the hill as if they were colonists who just conquered some sort of great land.

You started to slightly grow annoyed at the ruckus they were making. What business did they have that they needed to interrupt the party and make a mess of everything?

Everyone’s eyes were on them as they noisily accelerated down the beache’s hill, dirt and mud flying past them, and a small feeling in your gut started to tell you something uneventful was going to happen. With Johnny Lawrence around, something uneventful always happens.

Johnny and his ruckus of a friend group abruptly parked their loud bikes near your area. More specifically, in front of Ali Mills. Everyone knew of their relationship and at their peak, everyone in the school halls would talk about how cute they looked together, how well they complimented each other. But then they suddenly broke up. No one truly knew the reason why. Some suspected Ali decided to break up with him because of Johnny Lawrence’s harsh behavior and dominating personality, but it was hard to see the border between school rumors and the truth.

However, everyone knew Johnny was still stuck on Ali Mills and her past love for him.

Your friend quickly turned her head and glanced in your direction, making a face of worry. She knew something was going to happen tonight too.

Johnny cockily stopped his bike near Ali’s beach towel. His face held a look of tension and if you dare say, a bit of nervousness? As you watched, you saw how he rapidly plopped himself down and folded his legs to sit beside Ali. You couldn’t quite tell what they were saying, something about needing to talk to each other? You couldn’t quite tell you and your friends were too far away to be able to listen.

Suddenly, Johnny harshly grabbed Ali’s radio and quickly stood up. Now with his face tough and shoulders high, he looked annoyed and angry, like a viscous dog festered with rabies ready to attack.

He turned the dial to zero and without the music, the only noise that could now be heard was the nervous murmur of the ongoing party goers and the shuffling of feet hitting the sand that was being caused by Ali and Johnny walking in circles. Without the music, the atmosphere started to grow heavy and tense, and if you may say, a bit awkward.

If Ali wasn’t annoyed now, she truly was this time. The look on her face matched Johnny’s, mean and annoyed.

Ali cried in an angry tone “Give me back my radio!”

Johnny huffed with an annoyed breath and the two started walking in circles again, this time, Ali actively kept trying to grab the radio from Johnny’s hands in which in return he would pull it behind his back.

Couldn’t Johnny see all the trouble he was causing? If he truly wanted to talk to Ali, why couldn’t he do it with her in private. Not doing it here and making a public scene.

Without any predictable notice, Johnny slammed Ali’s radio as hard as he could against the rough sand. You made a small gasp and winced to yourself as you watched, that radio was the latest technology and a bit pricey too if you may add.

By what you could tell, Ali was furiated. So much so that she pushed him real hard on the chest and if it wasn’t for one of Johnny’s friends standing behind him, he would’ve fallen.

You felt bad for Ali. She didn’t deserve this. It wasn’t right for Johnny to storm in here and ruin everyone’s evening. What gave him the right to just come here and ask Ali to talk, most likely about private matters, in front of all these people? What gave him the right to break an expensive radio he didn’t even pay for?

You got too coiled up in watching the fiasco of Johnny and Ali that you didn’t even notice Daniel slowly walking towards the two. In fact, you forgot he was even there at all!

You only started to remember his presence after he came into your peripheral vision and was now slowly bending down to pick up Ali’s now broken radio.

What was he doing? He’s going to get himself in actual trouble. And this time, there will be no mercy nor forgiveness.

A wave of nervousness and fear instantly shot through your chest as you heard Johnny shout some sort of command at Daniel. As if he was trying to pet a rabid dog, Daniel slowly inched the radio towards Ali and she, with the same sort of fear, tried to rapidly take it from him but instead was cut off by Johnny viscously snatching it from him.

You noticed the way Daniel still tried to keep calm and even nervously gave Johnny a friendly smile. You watched as Daniel backed up a few steps and then tried to give the radio back to Ali again.

Although this time, Johnny wasn’t playing anymore games.

Johnny brutally slammed Daniel to the ground and almost as if it were reflexives, you instantaneously shot up straight on your feet. You knew your friends were probably giving you scared and questioning looks right now. But you didn’t care, one of your own friends was in danger.

You saw how Daniel’s smile faded and his friendly and easy going personality was now over. His eyes were now filled with an unexpected rage and emotion you would have never thought he could have had. He quickly stood back on his feet and tried to lunge towards Johnny in an attempt to knock him over.

You wanted to scream and shout at Daniel that Johnny truly would kick him until he bled. You felt slightly guilty for not being able to tell Daniel that Johnny was a skilled fighter who took expensive fighting classes. But your hands were tied. If you rushed over there and told Daniel to quit it and go home then you too would be targeted. And if you stayed here you would have to watch your friend get embarrassed and beaten in front of all these people, making a fool out of himself in the end.

Johnny put his foot in front of Daniel, making him effectively trip over himself. Daniel awkwardly fell face flat onto the rough sand, you winced a bit as you noticed Daniel getting a handful of sand in his mouth and was now subtly spitting it out while still maintaing eye contact with now an even angrier look in his eyes than before.

Even after that quick embarrassing moment, Daniel shot straight back up onto his feet again and went into an almost awkward type of karate fighting stance.

Karate wasn’t weird or anything. But after seeing his horrible posture and slightly shaking arms that were balled into tight fists, you could positively say it was quite embarrassing and after seeing him try to take down Johnny using Karate, you knew you wouldn’t be able to watch anymore.

You started to quickly jog over to the area where Daniel’s bicycle was placed and you hid behind a tree. From this view, you watched as Johnny continued to beat the tar out of Daniel. Each time Daniel tried to fight back, he always ended up back on the ground again. You thought Freddy might’ve tried to end the fight or at least help Daniel, but all he was doing was standing there, giving Daniel pitiful looks while he was weak and vulnerable on the ground.

Thankfully, Johnny had enough of roughing up Daniel and ended the fight by giving Ali back her radio and giving Daniel one last harsh shove.

His group of Cobra Kais evilly chuckled and watched as Daniel stood lying there with a bag full of sand in his mouth and clothes. You felt terrible for having to leave Daniel there all alone, but for his and your safety, you had to hide out for a bit longer until everyone left.

You peered over and saw how the Cobra Kai’s quickly left, riding almost triumphantly on their red and black motorcycles and Cobra Kai jackets. Everyone, including your friend group, started to quickly pack up and leave after watching the foolish “fight” between Daniel, Johnny, and Ali.

You were tired and you too, wanted to leave yourself. But you knew you had to stay here and at least help Daniel get home safely.

You continued to closely watch as each and every one of your future classmates who attended the party leave in bundles; all leaving without never having something to say about what went on tonight.

Finally, the last person to leave was Ali Mills. She bent down and gave Daniel a comforting rub on his back. From your view, you had no idea what she was telling him but she must’ve been trying to comfort him or something along those lines.

You gave a guess that he must have dismissed her since she started to slowly walk back towards where her and her friend’s car were stationed.

Once everyone was finally gone, you gave a sigh of relief and quickly and silently as best as you could, making sure to hide in the shadows to avoid the stares of the possible night surfers that were still beside the beache’s waves, you jogged over to where Daniel was now sitting up beside the ongoing campfire that was now abandoned and left to burn.

He was sitting on a wooden bench that was beside the fire with his arms on top knees. His cheek was resting on his biceps and he looked deep in thought. The expression on his face was solemn and cheerless.

The slightly cold summer night breeze gave a small harsh blow, your hairs and goosebumps stood up and you started to realize how nervous you were about having to confront Daniel about this. You knew he was your friend, but what if he didn’t want anymore company after what happened today? What if he got mad upon seeing your presence and told you to scram, breaking your newly formed and possibly delicate bond?

As if you were approaching a ferocious tiger, you quietly and tensley walked behind Daniel’s broad shoulders.

Politely and not wanting to disturb his peace, you stiffly anchored your body to sit down beside him.

You curiously turned your head towards Daniel just enough to see his reaction. Even from just his side view, you could see that his soft lips turned upwards into a friendly smile, almost happy if you didn’t notice the ting of sadness that was evident in his eyes.

You gave a quiet sigh of relief to yourself and before you could even turn your head to fully face him, his lips quirked up into a small, friendly, tight lipped smile. “Hey y/n” his voice was soft and acknowledging, but also held a small trace of needing a large amount of good quality sleep.

“Hey Daniel, I just, um, I saw what happened-between you know, you and Johnny” Your nerves were all over the place again and all you wanted to do was just get Daniel and you back home so you could fall asleep in your soft, deliciously enticing bed. You didn’t want to touch on the subject anymore, but you knew that you had to confront Daniel about it in order to see if he was okay.

He let out a short and soft hushed laugh “Yeah I mean, it’s fine I guess. It was-it was stupid of me to stand up to him like that.”

Your eyebrows narrowed in frustration. “No, no, it’s not okay! He shouldn’t have pushed you down like that-he shouldn’t- he didn’t have the right to just disrespect you and treat you like that in front of everyone.” You were rambling, but you didn’t care, you wanted to shove it through Daniel’s thick skull that he wasn’t allowed to think it was alright to be treated like that, especially by Johnny.

You turned to look at Daniel and you were surprised that he was now shooting you a charming smile, very unlike the one he was displaying just minutes before. “Thanks y/n, I’m glad you stayed and waited for me.” His view turned to focus on the gentle beach waves in the distance that were reflecting a beautiful image of the silver moon.

You followed his gaze. “No problem-I mean, who else was gonna take me home on their Miyagii Turbo.”

He gave a soft but happy giggle at your words and you were just glad that he was starting to feel better. However, all of your problems weren’t solved yet. You were so focused on making Daniel feel better that when he turned to face you again, the left side of his face was now fully exposed; revealing his dark purple, bruised and swollen black eye.

The dark purple stain started from the top of his eyelid and traveled all the way to his cheekbone. The wounded bruise was almost laughable if you weren’t so worried about Daniel’s wellbeing right now. It was slightly funny due to him resembling those cute panda bears you see when going to the zoo.

Worriedly, you gasped upon seeing his eye. “Oh gosh Daniel, are you um, does your black eye hurt at all right now?”

His face quickly switched to an expression of confusion but mainly, shock. “Oh man I got a black eye? I knew my eye was hurting real bad for no reason. I thought I just bruised it a little bit nothin too serious…” His hand went to touch the bruised flesh on the left side of his skin, feeling around the center of his eye until he gave another worried expression. “Oh man… I don’t- I don’t know what I’m gonna tell my ma. She’s gonna be worried sick if she ever saw me wearing this panda eye around!

In an attempt to calm him down again, you suggested a solution that would hopefully, smooth his worries and definitely solve yours too. “Daniel, how about we go back home. It’s getting late and… I have some ointment at home that’ll help with that…” you pointed towards his bruised eye and watched as his anxious expression turned blank.

He blinked, looking almost stooped for a moment and then turned to face the sea again. “I mean… yeah it is getting pretty late and-everything that went on today is kinda starting to get to me.”

His hand reached up to rub his sleepy eyes, wincing after he accidentally rubbed his panda eye. You chuckled to yourself quietly after watching him make a silly mistake that he would probably only do.

You noticed that his hand was littered with small cuts and bruises, you’ll have to patch that up too when you both get home.

You silently got up and stretched you arms and legs, you peered down to watch Daniel and lightly tapped his shoulder to signal to him you were leaving.

As he turned his head to look at you, you began walking back to where his bicycle was, he gave you a smile with squinted eyes and dimples lightly fading into his skin.

He quickly started to get up and ran towards your direction, yelling a friendly command to wait up for him.

As you two walked back towards his bicycle, he laid his arm on top of your head and gave you a happy smile and then turned to look up towards the sky, watching the bright and beautiful full moon shine in the dark hours of the night.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his sultry eyes show a reflection of the moon he was so admiring right now.

You both were admiring the same moon, the same beauty and shine, just in different views and eyes.

He continued to walk with you, his arm still laying on top of your head. He lowered it and it was now lazily wrapped around your shoulders, his slender fingers now cupping the heel of your shoulder in his hand. You tried not too hard to focus on the way his warm skin was rubbing against the back of your neck. But it was almost impossible with the way his warmth was comforting you in the cold night.

He turned to look at you again, the bright moon still shining in his eyes. “You know y/n, you’re a real good friend. I’m not real sure what I would’ve done without you right now but… I’m glad you stayed for me. Even though we just met, I can tell we’ll be real good friends.”

You pushed the thought of Daniel only seeing you as a “good friend”. And for right now, you couldn’t ruin this moment with Daniel and you didn’t want to either. Instead, you just gave a small meek smile of your own and turned to meet his sleepy eyes again. “Yeah me too.. I um, I agree. I think we’ll be really good friends too.”

You both continued to walk up the hill, finding peace in each other's silence and instead focusing on the light whispers of the wind and the small swoosh noise the dark waves would make in the black ocean.

Daniel untied his bike from the large tree stem and grabbed the handle bars with his two hands, holding on to them so you could get on with stability.

Instead, you didn’t want to be the one to go on first, you knew that on the way back home, your body would betray you and you would probably end up hitting your head on the metal bicycle bar from immense exhaustion.

“Daniel, if you don’t mind…do you think that this time I can, I don’t know, maybe ride in the back instead of the front?”

His mouth fell slightly agape with a small emotion of suprise. He blinked. “Yeah of course, no problem. Hold on to my shoulders though so you don’t fall yeah?”

You gave him a friendly nod of agreement and as soon as he settled himself against his bike, you sluggishly sat on the remainder of the bicycle seat.

You were too tired to really think anymore, your body just did what it thought was best and you totally forgot about holding onto Daniel’s shoulders and instead, your arms instinctively went underneath Daniel’s armpits and wrapped around his muscular flesh.

After that, everything felt like a blur. The last thing you could remember was laying your cheek against the warmth of Daniel’s back and as your mind started to fade into the land of dreams, the last thing you could sense was the small rumble against your cheek and a low chuckle coming from the person you were wrapped around, succumbing to only being able to feel the comforting warmth that was radiating from the man in front of you.

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HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

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Hi dears! Could I please possibly request an IT subsystem (OG kid versions) perchance? Thank you, even if not! <3

Custom Android: Bill, Richie, Stan, Eddie, Ben, Bev, Mike

developer note: didn’t know if you meant og as in 1990 mini series or book so i just shoved them both together cause I LOVE IT. low to none transIDs i’m sorry

Subsystem Name: Losers Club

System Tag: 🎈, 💞, 🗝️, 🎠, 🎟️

Innerworld: The Barrons + a house

First Name: William

Last Name: Denbrough

Nickname: Bill, Stuttering Bill, Bill, Big Bill, Billy

Age: 10

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: bisexual

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: subsystem host

cisIDs: human, blonde/red hair (your choice), writer, blue eyes, stutter, PTSD, leader

transIDs: transPsychic, permaHappy, permaKid, transHero, transRedEyes

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

First Name: Richard

Last Name: Tozier

Nickname: Richie, Trashmouth, Rich, Four Eyes

Age: 11

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: omnisexual, masc lean

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: mood booster

cisIDs: human, red hair, bad eyesight, glasses, ADHD, talkative, hyper, HPD

transIDs: transOCD, transBPD, transCodepenent, permaHappy, permaSilly, transFamous

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

First Name: Stanley

Last Name: Uris

Nickname: Stan, Stan The Man, Stanny

Age: 11

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: asexual, panromantic

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: academic alter

cisIDs: human, brown hair, brown eyes, jewish, autistic, bird special interests, academic, smart, shy

transIDs: not a big fan of transIDs for himself but fully supports them! just hasn’t found any that fit him

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

First Name: Edward

Last Name: Kaspbrak

Nickname: Eddie, Wheezy, Eds, Eddie Spaghetti, Love

Age: 11

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: trauma holder, symptom holder

cisIDs: human, blonde, small, brown eyes, harmed, CSA victim, abused, bullied, PTSD

transIDs: transAsthmatic, transSick, permaSick, transDisabled, transWalkerUser, transLimp, transChronicPain, permaIll

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

First Name: Benjamin

Last Name: Hanscom

Nickname: Ben, Benny, Haystack

Age: 11

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: omnisexual

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: soother, academic alter

cisIDs: human, architect, brown hair, brown eyes, fat, stress eater, smart, asocial, bullied, PTSD, autistic

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

First Name: Beverly

Last Name: Marsh

Nickname: Bev, Bevvy

Age: 11

Gender: bigender

Pronouns: she/her, he/him

Sexuality: bisexual

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: trauma holder, protector

cisIDs: human, red/brown hair (your choice), green eyes, poor, freckles, PTSD, CSA victim, touch repulsed, autistic

transIDs: transHappy, transADHD, transToothGap, transBunnyEars, transBunnyTail

Other Labels: poly, hates touch outside of her subsystem

Appearance:

First Name: Michael

Last Name: Hanlon

Nickname: Mike, Mikey

Age: 11

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: pansexual

Species: human

Source: IT

Roles: caretaker, protector

cisIDs: human, black, black hair, brown eyes, social, smart, religious, baptist, protective

transIDs: i legit can’t think of any imm so burnt out

Other Labels: poly

Appearance:

hope you enjoy. 7 alters is so much though i had to cut things or i would not be able to do this

-mod marj / butters

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achievement unlocked 🔓 (part eighteen) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: cursing, talk of sex, mention of toxic relationships, crying, a lil bit of worthlessness, making out (two times, yeah), and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: Cody Simpson? In my fanfic? You better believe it. Also, there's a shit ton of pop culture in this one, I hope you agree with my opinions on what they'd like. Theres no sex scene in this but there is in fact a lead-up, so.... Be warned. Anyway. Enjoy :))]]

"Pretty brown eyes," Richie sang, loud and dancing around the car (what he could anyway) -moving his and Eddie's intertwined hands with the music, "-Whatcha doing later tonight?"

🎵 Would you mind if I spend time with you? 🎵

"Hey, there," Richie's eyes shot to Eddie's for a second, and Eddie was rolling his eyes (affectionately), "-pretty brown eyes-"

"You're such a fucking nerd," Eddie laughed, but decidedly didn't separate their hands (he never really did, unless absolutely necessary).

Richie took the moment to pull their hands to his lips and started kissing down his arm -a little obnoxiously (as Richie Tozier would). Eddie scrunched up his nose, and it only made Richie do it more (tracing his path back up to their hands). Eddie's lips slipped into a tiny little smile that Richie wanted to physically memorize forever.

It was the beginning of the 6th day, and they would be there in a few hours. Okay, maybe a significant amount of hours, but still. Richie was so excited that he might start fucking vibrating, honestly. Eddie in his apartment, in their apartment, comfortable and happy and fucking... loved. Watching shitty TV together, eating together, Eddie co-starring in some of his streams, waking up to Eddie every fucking day. That was awesome as fuck-

"Such a fucking sap," Eddie hummed, before popping over -at the pull of his seatbelt, and kissed Richie's cheek.

Richie grinned so big that it might physically hurt if he kept it up. But he didn't care then.

"You wanna keep up the questions?" Eddie posed.

Richie hummed, "Do you?"

"Yeah," Eddie responded, pushing himself into his seat in a way that angled him toward Richie, "-I like learning shit about you."

Richie smiled, eyes flashing to him for a spare second, "Me too, Eds."

"It's your turn, dipshit," Eddie nudged him (or tried to there wasn't really space to nudge).

"Okay, um-" Richie blew a raspberry, fingers tapping along the wheel (California would start to fade in pretty soon, what the fuck), "-boring as fuck, but what is your favorite color?"

"Red," Eddie answered, easily.

Richie furrowed his eyebrows (somehow he hadn't expected that), "Really?"

"Yeah," Eddie confirmed -casually, "-I've liked it since I was little."

"I only see you in like... blue or fucking-" Richie motioned with their intertwined hands (which was not effective), "-pastels. Which I love that shit, don't get me wrong, but-"

"I know what I look good in," Eddie shrugged -passively.

"You 'look good' in anything, Eds. If you fucking want to wear red, wear it-" Richie reasoned and then suddenly paused, something fluttering through his mind (he grinned), "-Especially those little red running shorts you have-"

Eddie scrunched up his nose, "You're into my fucking sweaty running clothes?"

"Well, first off, the sweatier the better, you know what I'm saying-" Richie raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Eddie shoved him -hard (it actually kind of hurt), "-but those shorts, man. You're all fucking... leg. Muscular leg, because you fucking run-"

"You're into my legs?" Eddie furrowed his eyebrows -moving to look at Richie.

"I'm into all of you, Spaghetti," Richie quickly clarified, "-but yeah, yes. The fucking... muscles... Look, you're fucking hot as shit, okay? That's what you should take from this."

Eddie's lips quirked up, "I thought I was cute?"

"You can be both," Richie contradicted, changing lanes swiftly, "-Actually, you are both, Eds."

"Then why the fuck don't you call me hot?" Eddie replied -pointedly.

Richie answered, with ease, "Because saying you're cute makes you frustrated and/or flustered. And I fucking live off that shit."

"Huh," Eddie hummed, like he was thinking something over -planning maybe (Richie wasn't sure how he felt about it, but it did feel kinda... hot?), "-good to know. Your turn, Rich."

Fuck, Eddie was gonna tease the shit out of him now. Un-fucking-fair.

"Uh, yellow? Maybe?" Richie offered, uncertain, "-I'm kinda a... 'every color in the world' kinda guy."

"Checks out," Eddie bickered, "-with your hideous fucking shirts."

"You insult me and yet, you love the shit out of me," Richie responded, faux thoughtfully, "-Funny how that works."

"Shut up, dickweed," Eddie hissed -biting (but not really), before adding, "-My turn."

"The floor is yours, darling," Richie responded -voice taking on like a classic movie announcer (the kinds of voices that guys with cigars in old movies had, really).

Eddie rolled his eyes (Richie could honestly feel it), "What about... Your comfort show?"

"Not movie?" Richie clarified.

"No," Eddie frowned, "-That's a different question, asshat."

Richie paused, pressing his lips together, "Cliché as fuck, but probably The Office, or maybe... Always Sunny? 90 Day Fiancé? That shit's pretty good too."

"You can't decide on shit, can you?"

"Okay, okay, jeez," Richie huffed out a breath, "-Yeah, okay, The Office. You?"

"Hoarders," Eddie answered, instinctively, before continuing, quietly, "-or New Girl."

"You fucking hypocrite," Richie laughed, "-you can't pick either!"

"No, it just fucking..." Eddie puffed up his cheeks, defensive, "-depends on the day."

"What if mine depends on the day, Spaghetti?" Richie countered.

"You had three options, anyway," Eddie pointed out, "-That's more than me."

"By one," Richie quickly commented, still laughing, "-Whatever, Eds, you win. On a serious note, though, New Girl is funny as shit."

"Obviously I know that, dickwad," Eddie snapped back, "-It's my comfort show. I've rewatched it like 3 fucking times."

"Favorite character?" Richie posed, curiously.

Eddie followed up, "This the next question?"

"Sure," Richie said -passively, thumb dancing along the back of Eddie's hand, "-if you want it to be."

"Honestly, all of them are pretty good," Eddie echoed, like he gaining a train of thought, "-but Nick. Jess is up there though."

"Really?" Richie tapped his fingers along the wheel, "-I'm more of a Schmidt guy myself."

"'Course you are," Eddie replied, knowingly, before continuing, "-What about The Office?"

"That's a really fucking tough one," Richie blew out a breath, "-Probably Creed."

"Not Dwight?" Eddie questioned, curiously.

Richie conceded, "Close second. Or maybe just depends on my mood. Let's just say both, actually. What about you, Eds? Your Office beau."

"Beau? Who the fuck says beau?" Eddie scrunched up his nose (Richie wanted to kiss it, as he always did).

"People who are clever about pet names, Eddie baby," Richie hummed -eyeing the exit number on the GPS quickly.

Eddie questioned, near immediately, "That's an actual fucking... pet name?"

"Yeah," Richie explained, passively, "-it's like 'boyfriend'. A fucking... male partner."

"It's gendered?" Eddie followed up, before adding, "-How the fuck do you know that?"

"I don't know if you could tell, Eds," Richie laughed, stressing the name, "-but I am fucking... passionate about pet names. Or maybe nicknames in general but same thing."

"You do that for all your boyfriends?" Eddie asked -almost disappointed somehow (no way that was happening).

"No, it's mostly just my friends, actually," Richie clarified, "-When I was dating somebody it was really only fucking... babe. I would try every once in a while, but it never really... stuck. Not like with you."

"So, you've never had like-" Eddie paused, trying to think of the words maybe, "-a fucking... dictionary of pet names for any other boyfriend?"

"Nope," Richie popped the 'p', "-You are a very special case, my dear Spaghetti. Plus, it helps that you actually allow them."

"I don't fucking 'allow' them," Eddie scrunched up his eyebrows -frowning, "-I love them. It's not like I fucking hate them and let you get away with it."

"Yeah, but-" Richie reasoned, "-they are kinda cheesy. I'd probably get sick of them-"

"I won't," Eddie spoke, sturdily (and it made Richie's lips snap shut so quickly that his jaw clicked), "-I like that they're fucking cheesy. It's so... personal."

"How?" Richie questioned, shooting a glance at Eddie (his face was currently very set and determined, or how he got when he felt like he needed to defend his side of something).

"It's... They're yours," Eddie explained, less pointedly, "-I'm not anyone else's fucking... 'Eds', I'm yours. It's like a whole different section of me. Just for you-"

Richie blinked.

"-And I like that shit. That there's a part of me that's Richie's 'Eds' or... or 'Spaghetti', or whatever the fuck you decide that day."

Richie blinked again, saying softly, "Oh."

Eddie's head seemed to turn toward him then, curiously (out of the corner of Richie's eye), and his eyes skimmed along his face. There was a bit of splotchy red crawling up his collar now, and Eddie was most certainly eyeing it.

"I said something stupidly simple that meant a lot to you, didn't I?"

"Maybe," Richie said, low -embarrassed, if he was honest.

Eddie squeezed his hand once.

"It's just-" Richie felt the need to explain (Steve chiming in his head, 'Keep your communication open, Richie. With the right person, it will prevent more problems from happening. Not cause them.'), "-Like I said, no one ever really liked that shit. They wanted me to fucking... cut it out. But you, you do. And there's a part of you that's 'my Eds', and... I don't know, it's just... It's just you fucking valuing me, again. When... When other people haven't, I guess."

Eddie paused, and Richie could feel his eyes flick along his face -processing (thinking maybe), "You're worth the fucking world, Rich. You know that, right?"

Richie thought on it for a second, all that Eddie said, what the Losers said, what Steve said-

"I'm-" he let out a sigh, pressing his lips together, "-I'm getting there."

Eddie hummed, soft and gentle -bringing up their intertwined hands and kissing them (more tenderly than Richie thought he'd ever felt in his entire fucking life), "I know. I'm so fucking proud of you."

Fuck.

Richie pressed his lips together, frankly ignoring the burning in the backs of his eyes, "You asshole."

Eddie laughed, but still, spoke very carefully (fucking... tenderly), "Are you going to cry?"

"Fucking yeah," he stressed the word, voice picking up in speed, "-you can't just say you're fucking proud of me when I'm driving and I can barely see shit anyway-"

"Rich," Eddie spoke, gently but somehow sternly, "-pull over."

Richie let out a big breath, and it kinda hitched in his chest, "Yeah, okay."

He did so, diligently -the car strangely quiet (except for the ever-so-slight sniffles coming from the driver's seat).

Richie took a moment, shaking a breath of out his lungs -trying to calm himself down. Steve gave him a few coping... things, something about breathing-

Eddie slowly pulled his hand out of Richie's, and he snapped to him at the motion. He really fucking wanted to hold Eddie's hand right now-

"C'mon," Eddie spoke, gently -moving to open his car door.

Richie blinked, "What?"

"Get in the backseat with me," Eddie clarified, not fully out of the door (like he was waiting for Richie to move too), "-C'mon."

"We-" Richie sputtered for a second, swallowing down what felt like lead in his throat, "-What about the trip? We'll lose-"

"Richie."

Richie skimmed over him for a second (all soft and certain, a beautiful contradiction -in his mind anyway). And Eddie stared right back at him, still in his place. Almost like he wanted Richie to read all the fucking... love on his face, and the softness and how much he fucking cared. Because, god, he really fucking did-

He let out a big breath and turned in his own seat -getting out of the car.

Not long after he pulled the back door open, Eddie carefully pulled him inside. Richie kinda felt like clay as Eddie seemed to move on a mission (he pulled him forward, Richie diligently moved forward). Eventually, somehow, Eddie was sat up against the door (which Eddie took the keys and ensured were locked) -legs splayed onto the backseat, and then, he motioned Richie forward.

He was a little slow to move toward him, but he did, and the first thing Eddie did was pull off Richie's glasses (popping them into a nearby cup holder). Richie really couldn't tell anything from there, but he felt Eddie's hands pull him forward gently -soft fingertips against his shoulders. Until he was against a warm sturdy surface, heartbeat thrumming into his ear (his chest, his mind mindlessly noted), and felt Eddie intertwine their legs. And then, as a final motion, his arms came to meet around Richie's body.

Richie pressed his lips together, Eddie was fucking... holding him. Holding him. Like he was precious, like Eddie wanted to be careful, like Eddie wanted him to be safe. And fuck, he'd never felt so fucking safe, or... or loved so fucking much-

His eyes started to blur. Fuck.

Almost as if he could tell, Eddie's hand moved to smooth along Richie's back, saying -in a low voice, just for him to hear, "I really am proud of you, Rich. You're doing so fucking good."

Richie inhaled a shaky breath.

"And I know-" Eddie breathed out, "-I know you're still scared that maybe I'm some dick just like all the other assholes you've dated-"

Richie laughed a little.

"-or that I'm not gonna stick around and that's... that's okay. It's not gonna just fucking... go away. So, don't blame yourself for that. I just..."

There was a pause.

"I wanna make sure you know-" Eddie continued, slowly -one of his hands moving to thread into his hair, "-even if I have to tell you every day, that I love the shit out of you and no matter what your stupid fucking brain thinks... I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

Richie sniffled, the whirling of his mind lowering to a buzz -a warm buzz. The smell of strawberries around him, and the pressing warmth of Eddie's skin against his own, he felt much calmer. No more old boyfriends or parents or any of that shit, just him and Eddie in the back of his car. Eddie, who loved the shit out of him, and Richie, who (unsurprisingly enough) loved the shit out of Eddie too.

"I love you too, Eds," he muttered against the cotton of his shirt, "-a lot."

Eddie didn't say anything then, just threading through his hair and thumbing over his skin with his other hand -careful touches. Soothing touches that were maybe made just for Richie in mind (like they were a manufactured superhero weakness or something -his kryptonite, if you will). Richie felt something smooth off of him - and emotion sliding away from the tension of his shoulders. Less overwhelming, as Eddie's hand scratched his scalp and completely wrapped around Richie. It felt like his own little safe space in the world, where nobody could see him except for Eddie.

He let out another breath, less shaky, and with no tears now -heart in his chest slowed. Sniffling once, he made no motion to move at all but he felt better, a lot better. Because it's Eddie. And, of course, Eddie made him feel better. Because he loved him and cared about him so fucking much that it shook Richie's bones-

"Jim," Eddie spoke, suddenly -hand still combing through Richie's hair.

"Hmm?" Richie hummed, almost tired in a way.

"My favorite Office character," Eddie clarified, "-It's Jim."

Richie laughed a bit, "Of course it is."

Eddie pulled Richie's face up -leveling it to his, and frowning, "Are you making fun of me, asshole?"

"You made fun of me about Schmidt," Richie pointed out, "-We're even now."

Eddie's frown quirked up into a smile, hands gently on both sides of his face -holding him there (not unlike the first time they physically met). And his eyes skimmed all of Richie's face, affectionately (lovingly really), and the whole thing made Richie's head spin because it was so consuming. Eddie's love swallowed him whole.

And then, Eddie pulled Richie's face forward and kissed him. It wasn't like a signature Eddie Kaspbrak kiss, not all yearning and desperate and passionate, it was... slower. More careful. Like Richie was precious to him, precious in general, and he wanted him to know that. Wanted him to feel the love that pulsed out of his skin for Richie, wanted to cacoon him into it like a warm bubble of affection. And Richie thought he could fucking die there, happily.

They kissed for awhile then (Richie would even say that they most certainly made out in the back of his car -dream scenario accomplished, what the fuck). And it did, in fact, make their arrival time a little bit later, more like dinner time instead of a late lunch. But, Richie frankly wouldn't change fucking anything and he got the feeling Eddie wouldn't either. So, he didn't feel bad or guilty about it and Eddie wouldn't let him.

Now, they were in San Francisco -buildings upon buildings that were in essence a little more rustic than the sleek metal of New York. That being said, some parts were all sleek metal, just not really too much where Richie lived.

Richie was completely in his element, navigating through lanes and streets like it was routine. Because it was. They were so fucking close that it almost made his hands shake, just like when he was close to meeting Eddie -anxiety prickling his skin. Because god, him and Eddie. Living together. Their apartment. Richie had a wonderful fucking boyfriend and he loved him and he was going to be there every day-

"Are you thinking too much again?" Eddie broke him out of his head -suddenly. Richie really was a wanderer in terms of thoughts. Dissociation's a bitch, am I right?

"No, I'm just-" Richie wanted to physically bounce up and down, "-I'm excited as shit."

"Yeah," Eddie laughed a little, softer, "-me too."

Richie grinned so wide it hurt and tapped his free foot against the floor of the car -anxiously. He squeezed Eddie's hand a few times, eager maybe, and it made Eddie laugh.

God, Richie wanted to make him laugh forever.

"My dear Eds, we are like a minute away," Richie chimed, like an announcer -naturally.

Eddie's eyes shot to the windows, "Shit, really?"

There was an assortment of things by Richie's apartment, cafés, little stores, and restaurants. He'd hit a few of them, either by himself or with Bev, but not enough. He never really had a purpose to explore, really; his job was streaming and all he'd had was Bev so it never... He'd never really had the motivation or reason to. But now, with Eddie, he could show him shit -experience it with hum. He had all the reasons now-

"It's really nice here," Eddie hummed, big brown eyes bubbling along the streets and the buildings -almost in wonder, "-What the fuck."

Richie laughed, "We can look around when we get there if you want."

"Maybe later," Eddie's thumb rubbed along Richie's skin (it made his brain fuzzy), "-I think we should stay home today."

Home, home, home, home-

"Whatever you want, Eddie baby," Richie grinned, and felt his heart flutter in his chest (our home).

"You know, sometimes-" Eddie offered, eyes all along the windows, "-I wanna know what you want, dipshit."

"You," Richie answered, instinctively, "-Anything with you is sick as shit to me."

Eddie's eyes flicked to Richie's face -skimming over it, "Yeah, well, you ever think it might be the same for me, fuckface?"

"Yeah?" Richie hummed, eyeing the roads -his turn was right fucking there.

"Of course," Eddie leveled, looking at him straightforwardly, "-I love the fuck out of you."

Richie grinned like he always did (he loves me), "I love you too, Eds."

It was, as he had said, a few minutes later and he was pulling into the parking lot. Where he always parked, and Richie was hit with the fact that he was finally here. Home. Right back to his apartment, his office, and he was with Eddie. With Eddie-

"This is it?" Eddie asked, curiously -big eyes blinking up at the stretch of building.

"Yes, sir," Richie chimed, maybe nervously, "-we are here."

Eddie laughed a little, freehand fidgeting with their intertwined ones, "Holy shit."

Richie started laughing too, repeating, "Holy shit."

"Well," Eddie tugged at his hand, grinning at him in a way that made his heart twirl, "-let's go then, asshole. What the fuck are we waiting for?"

So, they immediately started moving. Eddie nearly running inside the building with his suitcase. It should be said that Richie is all about... 'being a gentleman' but Eddie was a strong little fucker. Working out and shit. And Eddie was distinctly terrified of elevators, so if he wanted to carry his shit up the stairs -Richie wasn't going to combat him. He could always help with the boxes later-

"You're so fucking slow," Eddie laughed -pulling himself up the stairs -eagerly, if Richie was honest.

"You know how many trips we have to make, Eds?" Richie countered, "-Ya wanna tire yourself out on the first one?"

Eddie's lips flattened into a frown, just above Richie on the floor between stairs -looking at him like he knew he was right (and he hated it), "Shut up."

"Don't worry, Spaghetti," Richie hummed meeting him up on the floor -smoothing his hand down his arm (and taking on a superhero sort of superhero voice), "-I'll carry you up here myself if I have to."

"You could not fucking do that," Eddie disagreed.

"You wanna bet?" Richie questioned -raising an eyebrow.

Eddie paused for a second, smoothly eyeing him from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. It made Richie squirm a little.

Finally, he winked (Jesus fuck), and smiled coyly, "Maybe later."

It took everything in his body not to fall right then and there. His knees went a little wobbly, and he thanked god that he was holding onto the railing. Face blossoming a bright red, Richie watched as Eddie eyed it -grin bubbling bright along his face. So fucking beautiful-

"Now, come on, asshole," Eddie groaned, nearly jumping in place impatiently, "-we've got so much shit to do."

Richie stayed put.

"You're such a shithead. Fine," Eddie huffed, "-I'll make out with you on the couch if you-"

He pushed past Eddie with a sense of urgency he hadn't felt in a long, fucking time. He heard Eddie burst into laughter behind him, and even resisted the urge to look back at him.

He was a simple man, what could he say?

It should be said, it took them like 2 hours to bring all the boxes up. Well, Richie was finishing now, actually. By himself. Eddie was a quick fucker, and Richie, well, adrenaline only worked for so long. So, he was taking his time -measuring out breaths.

When he did finally reach the door, everything in his body was relieved.

"Jesus Christ, Eds," Richie exhaled, slowly putting back the boxes, "-What did you put in these things? Bricks by the fucking pound?"

"You took fucking ages," Eddie breathed out, impatiently (maybe even a little frustrated).

"Well, yeah," Richie slowly straightened, turning toward him, "-We've been doing this for hours, ya gotta give a man a bre-"

Eddie cut him off by literally jumping into him -fully legs wrapped around him and arms around his neck style. Richie almost stumbled back and tripped over the fucking boxes-

"Jesus fucking Christ-" Richie tried, aiming to look at his footing. Instead, Eddie kissed him -knocking the air out of his lungs.

And despite the fact that there was an ache in Richie's arms, he situated them to hold him up with ease.

The way Eddie was kissing him was new. Well, not completely new, actually. It was, at its core, a trademark Eddie Kaspbrak kiss. All passionate and grabby and like he'd been waiting years, or maybe like it was some build-up romance scene and they had finally confessed after years of friendship. But it was also... like desperate and feverish and quick. Richie would try to describe it more, but his brain was turning to goo because he was just so-

Fuck, Richie knew where this was going.

"Eds," he tried (kiss), "-Spaghetti," he tried again (kiss), "-Eddie baby-"

Eddie finally pulled back, eyes a fiery steel, most certainly frustrated, "What, Richie?"

Richie blinked at him a few times, Eddie Kaspbrak pissed that he had to stop kissing him. God, he was definitely fucking dreaming-

"Look, I know where this is going, and believe me, I'm a big fucking fan of it, but-" Richie explained, "-I gotta get a picture of you to post."

"Right now?" Eddie whined, and Richie felt a little like he could die happy.

Richie almost swayed (god, Eddie Kaspbrak turned him to mush), "Yes, yeah. I wanna get it over with, so I don't forget."

"I won't let you forget," Eddie offered.

"Eds," Richie leveled.

"Jesus fuck," Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes and dropping down, "-Fine."

"It'll just be a second, Eddie baby," Richie hummed, apologetically (because Eddie wanted to kiss the shit out of him, fuck), "-I promise."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but Richie could see the tension in him relax, "Whatever, asshole."

"Alright," Richie pulled up his camera, and pulled Eddie into his side -maybe moving a little quickly (who's to say really), "-3, 2, 1, cheese!"

Richie turned to press a kiss on Eddie's cheek and pressed the button -he could definitely feel Eddie loosen up then.

His eyes caught on the photo for a second, eyeing it. It was Richie, hair still mostly shiny and new, kissing Eddie's cheek -who, in the picture, was shriveling up his nose and frowning. His freckles were already peaking through from the sun of their trip. Richie wanted to connect them with his fingers like constellations-

"Richie."

"Jeez, yeah, okay-" Richie laughed, opening up Instagram and clicking on 'new post'.

After perfectly framing it, Richie thought over some captions fairly quickly (Eddie was literally tapping his foot like a disappointed mother). He wanted to laugh at it, but felt like it wasn't the right time. And then, he got it.

'just picked up some takeout: 🍝,' he typed, before adding, '-#eddiespaghetti'.

He laughed for a second, and then posted it. Eddie must have been eyeing him like a hawk because-

He intertwined their hands and tugged it so hard that his phone flew to the floor -immediately walking forward.

"Hey-" Richie spoke, a little defensive.

Eddie ignored him, "Which way?"

"You're just gonna go straight into it, Spaghetti," Richie joked, "-I thought we had a little more class than th-"

Eddie kissed him -hard. And then, with a breath between them, repeated.

"I asked which way, asshole?"

Richie blinked, answering -with a squeaky sort of voice, "To the left."

He didn't hesitate, dragging Richie down the hallway. And Richie felt like he might fucking faint. But luckily, if he was, Eddie was there to catch him. Eddie, in his apartment, in their apartment. Waking up to Eddie, seeing Eddie everyday-

Eddie kissed him, and Richie couldn't really think of anything else.