he just had a cute face

Reunited

Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Anonymous Requested: I’m so excited your requests are open! Can I request a Bellamy x reader where the reader was a grounder so they were in the bunker and when they finally get to see Bellamy after Praimfaya and it’s just really cute? Ily and your blog! Have a nice day!

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


You felt yourself racing through the dim and dark hallways of the bunker, desperate to see the face you hadn’t seen in more than five years. Word spread fast in a inclose bunker and when you’d heard it had opened you’d just at the chance to be able to feel fresh air but you’d decided to let others have a chance before. That all changed the moment you’d heard Bellamy was there - that he’d come home and everyone else who’d followed him was there too. Of course you were excited to see the others but there was just something about seeing the face of the man you loved that overruled everyone else.

As you descended upon the doors, you could hear his voice. The sound of his voice, the reality that you’d see him beat being able to go outside. You’d choose to see Bellamy again one more time over seeing the outside anyday.

And then it was almost like time slowed down, your feet taking you around the corner and you saw him. He looked different, had a beard and it was almost like he’d grown in size and muscle over the past six years. Bellamy was of course talking to Octavia as you were sure the two of them had more than plenty to talk about, but it wasn’t long before the sound of your panting was heard and you felt time slow as you met the eyes of the man you loved.

Octavia stepped to the side as she noticed her brothers attention diverted on another and a small smile slipped over her features as she realized the person who’d caught her brother’s attention was in fact you. You felt your heart leaping with joy, all the pain and sufferings you had felt over the past few years coming to surface. You had been absolutely heartbroken when you realized that after Praimfaya you wouldn’t see Bellamy again - at least not for a long time - and many nights were often spent crying in loneliness.

But yet, here he was, right before you.

Bellamy’s name slipped from your lips without thinking before you knew it Bellamy was making his way over to you, and you met in the middle. All noise and distraction fell to the background in your ears as you felt Bellamy before you. You were almost scared to touch him, as if he’d disappear from your touch the moment you did. But then, before you knew it, a smile broke out on Bellamy’s lips and he leaned down to embrace you. The moment you felt his hands touch your waist you hesitated no longer in grabbing ahold of him and before you knew it, you were swept off your feet and in the air, laughing with joy at the feeling of Bellamy’s arms.

“I missed you,” you whispered so that only he could hear. Bellamy squeeze you upon that and set you back down onto your own two feet, moving his hands to cup your face. Your own hands reached up to grab his arms as you felt your eyes water in complete joy. Finally you were surrounded by the warmth and love of Bellamy that you’d been deprived of.

“And I you.”

You guys, you wanna see the pics me and Kyle have for when we call each other? I know you do~

This is Kyle’s for me. He hasn’t changed it in a long time but it stills shows off my hot side. His ringtone for me is Maniac by Michael Sembello, from that movie Flashdance, and he’s had it for fucking EVER. He just loves looking at my face even when I’m not around you guys.

This one’s mine for him.~ I change his picture all the time, I never just have the same one. Last time, it was him sleeping and before that it was a cute picture of us together~ I just chose this one since you can see Kyle’s cute lil butt and asscrack. People look at me weird since Kyle’s name is under Jew but he is a Jew, I gotta state the facts.
-Eric

Stray Kids reaction to Your contagious laugh

Hello~ can I request how would Mamamoo react if they discover that y/n has a very contagious laugh? Like a very special laugh 😂😂 (Btw can I request two groups? If yes, would you mind to do it with stray kids too? If not, it’s fine! Only mamamoo 💜) Thank you 💖 

Mamamoo ver.

Masterlist

Chan:

If You were talking to him he would just giggle because of how cute he think You are. If You were somewhere else or You were talking on the phone he would smile and thing about Your layghing face. Even on bad days Your laugh would warm his heart.

Felix:

He would tease You a lot. Especially if You had specific king of laugh (like Jin). He would copy You whenever You were laughing or he was just bored but on the inside he loved it.

Jisung:

He would love it and show it. He would sometimes tease You about it but not too much.

Changbin:

He may seem cold but Your laugh would probably send smile on his face. He wouldn’t really tease You nor show how much Your laugh affected him but he would love it. On the bad days however it may send him over the edge.

Woojin:

He would be like a mix of Chan and Felix. He would tease You a lot but it was the first thing that he would want to hear everyday.

Jeongin:

He would be pretty much just like Felix but not as much. Like he would tease You a lot too but if he saw that You are started to get irritated he would stop.

Hyunjin:

He would love it and show it the most. He would tickle you wherever he was bored or he just had a bad day.

Seungmin:

He would just be okay with it. This is just how You are so he can’t change it. At first he would laugh at you or get a little irritated after a long day but he would get used to it really fast and just live with it.

Minho:

He would silently adore it. He would want to make You laugh as much as possible just to hear it but if he was tired he would propably want you to either laugh or keep quiet (he wouldn’t say it out loud tho)

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Making Out with Peter Parker would include..

- first of all

- look at peter he’s so in love with you he couldn’t even focus for the gif

- ADSFGJK LOOK AT HIS EYES HE’S SO CUTE

- anyways

- you two cuties are literally a blushing mess

- happened while watching a movie at his place

- may just left to go get dinner

- him glancing at you

- holding your hand

- ‘hey (y/n) c-can i kiss you’

- ‘peter we’ve been dating for four months why do you keep asking’

- BUT YOU WERE NOT READY FOR WHAT HOMEBOY HAD READY FOR YOU

- but the little angel was so gentle

- truth is he really doesn’t want to pressure you

- or break boundaries

- what a caring baby AWAWAW

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バイバイ YESTERDAYAnsatsu Kyoushitsu S2 OP2

Missed Connection

Stiles/Derek, 1.5K words, Rated G, AU, Meet Cute

I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it. 


Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”

Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”

“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”

“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.

By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey. Happy Halloween.”

“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.

“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”

Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”

“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.

“No problem.”

They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.

Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”

“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.

“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”

Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”

The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”

The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”

“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”

“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”

“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”

“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”

The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”

Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.

“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.

“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”

The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”

“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”

“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”

Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”

The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”

Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”

“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”

Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.


Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”

“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.

Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”

“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.

“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”

Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”

“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”

Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”

Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”

“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”

Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”

“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”


Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.

Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.

Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.

(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)

That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.

I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.

Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.

Ah. Next year, then.

No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.

I’ll have to ask you for advice.

So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?

I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”

That bar on the corner at 8?

Dude, I will be there with bells on.

And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?

Very funny.


Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.

Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.

After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.

Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.

“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”

The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.

“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.

“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.

“Stiles. Very nice to meet you again.”

anonymous asked:

I have an addiction to Mute!Eddie X Richie AUs so some headcanons? I’d want to ask a fic too but I want to see some of your hcs first

- They first meet when they’re 12 and at the playground

- Richie is playing tag with Bev, Bill, and Stan when he bumps into Eddie

- “shit, sorry, you good? Do you want to play with us?”

- Eddie just blinks at him

- “are you going to answer me or not?”

- Eddie tries to move his mouth but he just cant and he wants to cry

-“Hellooooo??? Wow dude youre a jerk”

- thats when mike storms over and he steps in front of Eddie 

- (hes always been the mother figure yall can fight me)

- Mike explains that he cant speak and richie makes a face 

- “Of course he can speak, everyone speaks”

- Mike then explains what mute is

- Richie feels bad almost immediately

- Richie takes him under his wing 

- “Cmon, lets tag team it and get them all out”

- Eddie giggles and nods 

- fast forward 2 years later and Richie has learned sign language to talk to him

- Eddie finds it endearing and the sweetest thing ever and he just really adores richie

- Richie has a soft spot for Eddie, of course he does

- When they meet Ben their freshman year he immediately picks up on their dynamic (the hand holding, lots of hugs, forehead kisses– Ben thinks its cute)

- When Ben mentions it, Richie goes all red in the face and tries to tell him that he has no idea what he’s talking about

- (he does)

- Richie literally will fight anybody who looks at Eddie the wrong way

- That’s how he’s had his nose broken 3 times that year

- fast forward another two years when richie realizes that he’s in love with Eddie

- He panics, of course, leaving Eddie in the dark, avoiding him

- Eddie bikes over to richie’s house one day after school and angrily pounds on the door

- When Richie opens it, Eddie is pushing him inside

- Richie signs ‘what the fuck’ 

- Eddie signs back, ‘Dont ‘what the fuck’ me, asshole. what’s going on?’

- Richie just shuffles his feet and looks at him, shrugging

‘Richie you cant fucking do this, okay? I’m freaking out, thinking I did something and it really hurts because I..’

“I.. Love you”

- Richie’s head snaps up because this boy just spoke to him?? The first time in 4 years he’s known him?? And the first thing he says is “I love you”??

- Richie feels like he’s going to faint, but he says it back and Eddie just walks over so calmly and softly kisses him and?? 

- Richie is going to be okay

- (he’s not)

- He can’t be more grateful for bumping into him on the playground 

Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

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After a freshly fallen rain

[[hc that Gon stores flowers in his shoes. Wow and thanks for 500+ followers o gosh! You all make me very happy!]]

I rang up such a cute couple the other day??? They had both just come from church so they were really dressed up and the lady was wearing this elaborate and vibrantly colored paisley dress. Her husband had a quiet demeanor but when I looked over at him I noticed that he was wearing a tie that was almost as intensely paisley-patterned as his wife’s dress. When I mentioned how well-coordinated they looked, the guy suddenly had this huge grin on his face and his wife looked over (apparently just now noticing his outfit) like “Oh my God? You did that on purpose didn’t you????” and the guy smiled EVEN BIGGER and they both were just so adorably happy like dude it was such a seemingly simple thing but I’m still reeling

cute couple things — p.p.

summary : extended dating peter would include… ft. a bunch of random thoughts i had about peter being a cute soft boyfriend !!!

  • reads your favorite books and memorizes lines from them that he can sneak into conversations to make you smile :)
  • it’s v hard for him to not look at you when he’s with you he just always wants to be looking at your face
    • “it’s, like, really hard to stop staring at you”
    • “huh?”
    • “you’re so pretty i can’t stop looking wow”
  • lights up !!!! when you walk into a room even if he’s just seen you two minutes ago and you were only in the bathroom for like a second
  • kisses you all of your face whenever he can just infinite amounts of kisses pressed across your cheeks and your nose and your eyelids 
  • he doesn’t really do nicknames like he’s not a darling sort of person
  • if he’s gonna call you anything it’ll probably be babe/baby/pretty girl or something of that sort
  •  (i started the pretty girl trend on the low don’t @ me)
  • sometimes you call him bro and he gets so offended 
    • “listen,,, peter,,, bro,,,,”
    • y/NNNN i’m not bro!!!!!!”
    • “k bro”
    • “you’re the worst” 
  • his face resembles that of a disgruntled pouty kitten whenever you call him bro
  • in school he taps his cheek lightly while facing away from you until you give him a kiss there and does that periodically throughout the day until MJ throws a pencil at him
    • “peter enough she’s kissed you like fifty times in the past twenty minutes haven’t you had enough”
    • “it’s never enough”
  • hands down gives the best hugs ever!!!! sweetest, softest, warmest hugs that you never wanna leave and they leave you a blushy mess for hours
  • nerd who tells you that you’re prettier than any star in the sky
  • will fight for your honor even if it means getting punched in the nose by one of flash’s bigger friends because flash won’t take on peter himself
    • “fuck peter why would you even call flash a giant dick??? like i know he is one but why would you ever you know his friend is like some sort of mutant tree”
    • “he said your butt was nice i can’t just let that sort of comment slide babe it’s unacceptable”
  • always knows he can rant to you about science bc you actually listen!!! and you care!! and you ask questions and you make him SO HAPPy!!
  • asks for permission to do everything
    • “hey would it be cool if i held your hand right now”
    • “yes of course”
    • “oh awesome!”
  • you send him selfies and his replies vary but they’re usually along the lines of
    • “oh my gosh you’re so cute i’m coming over”
    • “i love you you angel let me kiss you tomorrow”
    • “wow i have a real liFE ethereal as the love of my life i love the world”
  • sends a goodnight/goodmorning text every day with each heart emoji he can find 
  • his entire recently used section is just different colored hearts and rainbows and sparkles because he uses emojis obnoxiously
  • he’s convinced that the worst thing in the world is having to leave you after a long day of hanging out on a saturday or something
  • will 10/10 complain for hours to may about going home because he’s not with you anymore and he’s clingy
  • you’re his best friend and he’s not afraid to scream about it
    • “my best friend is dating me!!!!!!! i’m so lucky i love them so much” 
    • “peter we know”
    • “well now you know just a little extra all right?”
  • wishes you were able to fall asleep in his arms more often but you’re still young and he’s like oh well we have forever to do that
  • you insult each other all the time basically but??? you both love it banter is everything
      • “penis parKER flash is clever tbh”
      • “you’re such a little shit i’m actually going to fight you”
      • “seriously i dare you put your fists up now”
  • if you post a selfie and he doesn’t like it right away you’ll text him seven times in a row hinting that he should go like and comment 
  • texts at four am about random conspiracy theories or weird facts that only you two would find interesting 
  • shoulders = pillows on the train/bus most of the time
  • he is such a slut for having his hair played with ngl
  • it makes him so happy n calm he could lie like that, with your fingers just raking through his hair, for hours on end
  • he’s never felt more at home than when you’re sitting with him at his kitchen table eating mushy mac and cheese that he tried to make himself because may wasn’t home to help him out as you playfully make fun of him for ruining pasta
  • listens to ed sheeran songs with you because he’s an ed lover honestly and every song makes him think of you
  • hand massages when you’re cramping up after long tests or in class essays that leave you super stressed n anxious (fuck u ruby thx for the idea that murdered me n my soft spirit)
  • knows how to settle you nerves better than anyone else and vice versa
  • puts his hands on your cheeks before he kisses you 
  • you always joke about spidey in class and no one gets what you’re saying but he does and freaks out
    • “that’s a sticky situation”
    • “y/n” 
    • “don’t worry i found that on the web
    • y/n
    • “do you think spiders are men
    • “oh my gOD”
  • he doesn’t care at all if you take one of his sweaters or all of his sweaters he just gives zero fucks you could take them all and he’d love you for it 
    • “here take this one too”
    • “peter i have too many and it’s almost april”
    • “but you’d look so cute in this one” then he pouts and you’re a goner
  • peter writes you tiny notes in class that are his weird thoughts and ramblings and feelings but you save them all and put them in a memory box
    • there was one and it said here’s a concept : you have a bright future ahead of you, and i’m there. i like that concept.
      • you did, too
  • watches every cheesy romantic movie on netflix with you not just because you want to, but because he does too and he can’t help it that’s just how it is 
  • matching ugly christmas sweaters at christmastime because peter parker is an annoying headass and refuseS to go anywhere without one during the holiday season and if he’s wearing one he’s making you match
  • super spidey strength allows him to give you piggy back rides all throughout manhattan when you guys head to the city 
  • makes you kiss him in the rain even though there’s water up your nose and your hair is matted to your forehead 
  • one text makes your heart go !!!!!!!!! because that’s your boy!!!!! and you love him so much because he’s a lovely beautiful person that deserves the world !!!!!
  • making out is rarely super fast n intense like it’s still intense but you go slowly and you can make out for hours without a c are in the world
  • makes sure his hair looks nice before he goes out on a date with you
  • tells you that he loves you and that he’s happy you’re a part of his life as often as he can manage 
  • just wants to love you unconditionally forever
  • texts you at 11:11 every night and says something cheesy as fuck like “you’re my wish tonight babe” or “11:11 is always for you” and sometimes he’ll @ you on snap and you’re like wow we’re That couple 
  • but honestly???? you don’t care that much he’s so cute
  • knows your order at every restaurant/fast food chain/coffee shop imaginable and if he happens to pass by a mcdonalds or dunkin donuts while he’s swinging around queens he tries to pick something up for you 
  • you love his eyes you could probably get lost in them they’re gorgeous
    • “peter your eyes are so lovely i hate you”
    • “aw i love you more babe you say the sweetest things to me”
  • you think his smile is the prettiest thing ever
  • and when his face scrunches up when he’s super happY???? amazing you kiss him immediately everywhere and he gets so flustered and he giggles and tries to squirm away but not really
  • cause he loves it
  • and he loveS YOU
  • i love my boyfriend goodnight to all

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Stay

“There you are, sound and safe! I mean- safe and sound.”

Ladybug released him. Adrien slipped out of her grasp, as slowly as he could. His room had never looked more like a cage, dark and imposing, silent and cold. Empty.

He turned to her with a model smile- a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes even as he regarded the love of his life, half-lit up by the moon. “Thank you, Ladybug, for everything.”

His secret partner giggled, shuffling backwards with awkward, jerky hand gestures. Adrien smiled for real then, looking away as heat flooded his face, cute.

“N-no problem!” she replied, the ghost of a frown flittering across her face. Perhaps it was the fact she’d just saved his life, or maybe it was the darkness of the room, or maybe it was the years of pining and hoping and wishing for more, but Adrien was halfway to her before he realised what he was doing. He froze, checking himself. It wasn’t his job to remove that frown. “I’m just glad you’re safe is all- even though Chat Noir wasn’t there to help…” the frown deepened.

“Ah, I’m s-sure he wanted to come!” his voice wobbled and Adrien winced, hoping he wasn’t too obvious. “He was probably caught up with something? Maybe? I mean I wouldn’t know!”

He could feel Plagg’s silent snickers from the breast pocket of his jacket. In retaliation, he peeled off the jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. If Ladybug thought it strange, she didn’t question it or mention it. He was glad for that, he’d already made a fool of himself enough for one night.

A silence nestled between them. Perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part but, as he looked back to her and caught her staring just in time before she tore her gaze away, to him it didn’t seem like an awkward one. For him at least, it was a silence laced with a prayer, a quiet plea that the space between them no longer existed.

And, as she offered him a short flick of a wave goodbye, his plea slipped from his lips before he could stop it. With gentle fingers, he grasped her wrist and stopped her before she reached for her yoyo. “Don’t leave.”

She looked to him with wide eyes, and he dropped her wrist, mortified with himself.

But god he wanted her to stay. Adrien was tired, so very tired of empty rooms and empty promises. He was tired of feeling lonely in rooms filled with strangers with plastic smiles. He didn’t want to wake up tomorrow to meet his father’s disapproving scowl, knowing he’d been caught by the paparazzi out later than he should’ve been- caught up in another ‘dangerous’ situation. It was a lecture he could really do without.

He didn’t want to be alone any more.

“Adrien?” her voice was so soft, so kind and confused, and Adrien couldn’t stand it. 

“I-” he swallowed, the bravery he’d felt was gone and the weight of his words settled into his chest. Weeds of panic sprouted in his lungs and rendered him speechless. He couldn’t look at her, embarrassed by his outburst, by his desperation.

“You want me to stay?” she whispered, and his head snapped up again, undone by the unreadable expression on her face. “Me?”

“I’d be dead without you,” Adrien replied. He took a step towards her, closing the gap. His heart was a drum. Under his father’s watchful eye, the beats were steady, predictable and controlled- but ultimately lacking life. With his friends, the beat was free and light but it was a melody rarely played these days, as his schedule grew stricter and his freedom restricted.

With Ladybug, the beat was beautiful and unpredictable. It was wild and full of passion and love, of promise and comfort. It was a story; the foundations of a symphony they’d written since they were children. But it was half complete. A beat without a melody. A band without a singer, and Adrien was done pretending he didn’t want her to be his leading lady. Reaching out, Adrien brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’d be dead without you.”

Ladybug leaned into his touch, her hand coming up to rest on his own, and she sighed. The sound almost broke him.

Until she broke the spell, taking his hand away from her face and bringing herself closer to him. He could see the freckles on her nose.

“Well then,” she uttered, her hand splayed against his chest and she focused on that. Had she looked up, Adrien was convinced she would have figured him out- would have discovered how hopelessly in love with her he actually was. “I guess I could stay. To make sure you’re ok.”

His hands slipped around her waist slowly, scared to move too fast and ruin whatever was building between them. Had breathing always been so difficult?

“Stay,” he whispered, leaning forwards until his forehead rested on hers.

“Ok,” she complied, and it was only then that he realised her fingers were in his hair. He closed his eyes, praying it wasn’t a dream, revelling in the perfect agony of her touch.

Stay,” his throat was tight and he pulled her closer, needing her and terrified by it.

“I will,” he heard her reply and he looked at her, felt her shiver as their eyes met- knew that he was trembling too.

Adrien wasn’t sure who kissed who first. It was all a blur, a culmination of years of repressed feelings. All he knew was that his lips were on her own, that he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. All he knew was that everything he’d ever wanted was a reality.

His dreams had nothing on this. His dreams never heard the way Ladybug gasped under his loving touches. His dreams never knew the way she’d wiggle whenever he kissed her a certain way, or how she’d cradle his face in her hands like he was just as precious to her as she was to him. His dreams could never understand how, once they came true, he would crave more like the selfish man he was.

And, most importantly, his dreams never let him wake up to a promise fulfilled, and a girl with freckles and eyes as blue as the sky lying next to him, still sleeping soundly. A girl he knew very well.

“M-Marinette?”

~

Credit to @edendaphne for the prompt! ^_^ thank you for saving me from my writers block!!! <3 I love  you girl!

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter One
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,227
Warnings: Potty mouth Dean.  Potty Mouth Reader.


SERIES MASTERLIST


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me… 
From Addicted by Saving Abel


You made a noise through your nose and rolled your eyes hard as you watched Dean Winchester making a move a boozed up bimbo.  The both of you had  agreed to get some celebratory drinks together after a successful hunt.  You had meet the Winchester brothers a few years ago and had occasionally hunted with them.  Personally you were more of a solo hunter, but you made a few exceptions every now and then.  

The Winchesters you had considered friends and you liked spending time with them.  You groaned when the blonde woman giggled as Dean whispered something in her ear.  The tightening in your stomach made you want to hurl your bottle at the pair.

It wasn’t that you were jealous of the woman- you knew what would come of her night.  The walk of shame at six in the morning.  You were jealous and angry of the idea that Dean would rather chat up a chick then spend time with his friend.  You hadn’t seen him in over a year and this was how he was choosing to spend his time?  Taking a chug of your beer, you climbed to your feet and stomped over to him.  

Putting on your best dramatic face,with a few fake tears to boot, you began to yell at him for being an unfaithful bastard.   Dean’s eyes lite up and his face flushed.  The blonde looked on horrified as you proceeded to punch him in the arm.

“You bastard!  A sick baby and wife at home!  And this is where I find you!  Cuddled up with some floozy?”  You screeched as you gave him another whack for good measure.  

“Wife?  This is your wife?”  The blonde managed to squeak out as she backed away from the two crazy people.  She held up her hands as she did.

“What?  No.  I’m not married.  She’s just my good friend.”  Dean managed to get out before you whacked his arm again.

“Really? REALLY?!  Ten years of marriage and a baby!!  And I’m just your “good friend”?!” You wailed.


The blonde woman had enough at this point and ran the opposite direction from the pair of loons.  Dean watched after her and turned to scowl at you.  You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a hefty smirk.

“God Damn it, Y/N!  That was a sure thing!”  He barked as his scowl deepen.  Your hands snapped to your hips as you leaned forward towards him.  You matched his scowl perfectly before answering him.


“Serves you right for trying to abandon your friend for some one-night stand!”  You hissed back as you pegged him the shoulder again.  Dean grunted and reached up to rub the sore spot.  You watched as his features soften as he thought about your words.  His hand came out to rest on your shoulder and he gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah.  I’m sorry sweetheart.  I wasn’t thinking.”  He sighed.


“Oh you were thinking alright….  Just not with the right head.” You said in a matter of fact tone.  You gestured to his crotch for emphasis and Dean’s eyes flicker downward.  You chuckled when his head snapped back up.  He made a face and reached up to rub his neck.  It looked like he wanted to make a come back  but nothing was coming out.  


“Yeah… Whatever…”  He finally managed to get out and you were giggling again.  Dean squinted his eyes at you and an unreadable emotion flashed in his eyes for a moment.  You smiled at him and reached out to tug on his arm.

“Come on Winchester, you can make it up to me by buying me a drink or ten.”  

“Yeah. Yeah.”  He muttered as he started back towards the bar.  You followed behind him giggling louder this time.


Dean sank down on a bar stool and motioned for the bar tender.  You plopped down beside him and ordered a beer.  He turned to you and as you brought the mouth of the bottle to your lips.  As the bitter liquid passed down your throat, Dean’s eyes flashed with a dangerous thought.

“You know…  You could always make up losing my booty call for me by going back to my room.”  He said in a low grumble.  His hand reaching over to touch your thigh.  Your eyes widen as that damn tongue of his dragged itself across his bottom lip.  

You made a choking noise as your beer went down the wrong pipe.  Sputtering, you placed your drink on the bar top and grunted when Dean’s hand smacked you across the back.  His dark chuckle caused your eyes to darken.  Inhaling deeply, you turned to snarl at him.

“Public sexual harassment isn’t cute, Winchester.”  You said in hoarse voice.  Dean’s chuckled grew louder at your words and you rolled your eyes.  


“What?  Don’t want a chance to sleep with a bona fide sex god?” He said with a smirk so big you just wanted to snatch it off of him.   This time your eyes rolled all the way into the back of your head.

“Oh shut up, Winchester.  If I wanted an STD, I’d go to my local alleyway.”  You grunted into your beer.    Dean gave you a hard stare before pressing the issue.


“I’m being serious, Y/N.  I’ve always thought that you were pretty.  Why not give it a try?  Ummmm.  I’ll make it worth your while.”  He said with a sincere look in his eyes.  

You blanched at his words and shifted uncomfortably in your seat.  Your eyes glazed over as a thousand and one thoughts ran through your head.  You were certainly flattered that Dean thought your were pretty.  

You hadn’t really heard him describe many woman as pretty.  You bite your lip as something unfamiliar bubbled in your stomach.  You hadn’t really thought of Dean in that way much.  Though weren’t blind and you knew he was unmistakably gorgeous.  There;however; were two reason that this wouldn’t go over well.


One- you were and wanted to continue to be good friends with the Winchesters.  You liked them and most of all you trusted them.  A rarity for you.   Second and most pronouncing- you were still a virgin.  What the hell would you have to offer a man, who by all accounts, was a sex god?

“Yeah…  No thanks.  Dean.  I’m good.”  You mumbled into your beer.  Your eyes adverted to the other side of the bar when he pressed closer to you.  Leaning over, Dean whispered in your ear.

“Haven’t you even thought of me before?  I know I sure as hell have thought of you. Ever since that first hunt when you took out those three vamps all by your pretty little self.”  He whispered hotly against your ear.  You shuttered and nearly swallowed your tongue.  This was quickly getting out of hand and not how you had pictured the night going.  You never, in a million years, would have thought Dean would think of you in that way.  Hell’s bells, you weren’t even sure you thought of him in that way.  

Dean’s hand had now settled at the top of your thigh.  He lightly ghosted over your clothed inner thigh and you had to suppress a moan.  Your head began to feel swimmy as you subconsciously pressed yourself closer to him.  A warm feeling spread from your stomach and down your thighs.  Ok, so maybe you did think of him in that way.  That still didn’t mean that you wanted to give it up to Dean Winchester- Mr. Womanizer himself.  You flinched away from his touch and slid off the bar stool.  Dean looked at you with a dark smirk on his lips.

“Suddenly so shy?  What happen to that girl that was demanding my attention earlier?”  He mused as he stood up and moved towards you.  You gulped audibly when you found yourself pinned between him and the bar.    Your hands went up and pressed themselves into his chest so that you could give yourself some room.  

The scent of Dean filled your senses and his warm hard  body pressed against yours in a way you had never experienced.  Your whole body flushed as you tried to squirm away from him.  You you could feel your heart skip a literal beat when you felt something hard pressed into your thigh.  You squeaked when you realized that Dean was indeed very happy to see you.


“Deeannnn…..”  You whined as you felt yourself becoming overheated.  You shifted and squirmed underneath him.  The sudden clearing of a throat brought you both back to your senses.  Your head snapped to the side to find the old man bartender looking at the pair of you in disgruntlement.    


“Take it outside you two.” He grunted in a low raspy voice.  You blanched when you realized that the whole room was staring right at you.   There was a groan of disappointment from a few of the patrons when Dean stepped away from you.  Your face turned tomato red as your hands flew up to your face.  You were going to kill him.  

You heard Dean mumble something about, too damn cute, before he grabbed one of your hands.  He was nearly dragging you through the bar door before he stopped just outside.  His hand dug into his pockets for his keys and you had to look away.  There was still a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Once the keys were in his hand, he proceeded to continue to drag you all the way to Baby.  You were squealing again when his hand were suddenly digging into your hips and his weight shifting you into the side of the car.  Your hand came up automatically to cover his mouth when you saw him bend down to kiss you.  You shook your head wildly as he pulled away to look at you in bewilderment.  He began to protest your lack of kissing but your voice ringing out cut him short.

“I’M A VIRGIN!”  You squeaked out a few octaves higher than your natural voice. Dean’s eyes flew open at this revelation and you heard him say something.  It muffled against the palm of your hand and you pulled away so that he could speak to you.  

“What did you say?…”  You asked shyly.  

Your face was going to be permanently pink by the time this man got done with you.  The biggest secret you had in your life had just been revealed to him and the six other drunks in the parking lot.  You were mortified, turned on, and confused.  

“I said, God damn.  Just god damn.”  He said with groan.  His eyes looked like they had the devil himself dancing in them.  You giggled nervously as you flatten yourself against Baby.

“So… Uhhh… Can you back down some….  I…  uhhh..  You’re making me nervous.”  Shuttered out as your hands once again went to his chest.  His very firm chest.

Dean’s smirk was never bigger with those words as he pulled back from you.  You let out a shaking sigh of relief and turned on your heels to put some distance between the two of you.  You tried to ignore the discomfort that throbbed painfully between your legs.  

Sometime later, you both sat in an uncomfortable silence as you drove back to the motel.  Or at least for you it was.   Dean was still smirking away and would chuckle every time he glanced your way.  Finally,  after the fourth time his chuckles began to get on your nerves.

“What?”  You growled at him as your eyes threw daggers his way.  

“Nothing….   It’s just I was wondering….  How did you make it to 28 and still manage to stay a virgin?”  He said with a another chuckle.    Your stare darken immediately.  Was the asshole making fun of you?  You swore that if he hadn’t been driving you would clock him in the jaw.

“Well not all of can be sluts Winchester.  Or in your case a manwhore.”  You jeered at him.

“Ouch…  That one hurt.”  He said with feigned hurt in his voice.  “What I meant to say, even though I came off like a complete asshole is…  How can someone as sweet, pretty, and caring as you still be a virgin?”  He ask with the hint of an apology in his voice.  

“Hoho, Flattery eh?  Don’t think that’s gonna get you in my pants.”  You said with a snort.

“Almost worked earlier.”  He quipped.  You rolled your eyes dramatically for the third time that night.

“Shut up.  It did not.”  You grumbled as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.  You frown and huffed at him.  He was chuckling again before you could blink.

“See, it’s that shit right there.  How the hell has someone as cute as you not had a roll in the sheets?”  He asked with a shake of his head.  “What a waste…”  


His eyes scanned your body and you felt yourself stiffen.  Was he ogling you?  Your eyebrow twitched a bit.

“I just never found a guy that I liked.  At least not enough to go there….”  You murmured lowly.  

“Do you like me enough?”  He asked in a husky whisper.  His voice was even lower than it was naturally.  A shiver ran through you and shook from the force of it.  

The man was trying to kill you.


AN: So this is a smut series.  Starting in the first few chapters. Not for kiddies. ;)  Please know that I am going to be updating my other Dean series soon.  Please forgive me for starting yet another story.  LOL.  Happy friday y’all!

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You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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BTS Reaction to: Waking up next to you for the first time

Author’s note: This is just very soft. Also gifs aren’t mine. x 

Seokjin: 

He couldn’t help the smile forming on his face as he saw you peacefully sleeping beside him. Yesterday you two had your weekly movie night which ended at midnight. Seokjin didn’t want you to walk through the dark so he offered to let you stay the night instead. He brushed some of your hair out of your face as his soft lips found yours. He initially wanted to give you a quick kiss but when he felt you tangling your hand in his hair and pulling him back in, he happily accepted. His lips moved perfectly against yours as you pulled him closer, making him laugh.

“Hm, I can get used to waking up like this.” You mumbled sleepily as he pulled you into his chest, chuckling at your words.

“You better get used to this princess, because it will happen more often.”

You two laughed at his words before getting out of bed and making breakfast. Seokjin was very happy that you said you could get used to this, because he could too.


Yoongi: 

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes a he took in his surroundings. That’s weird. He wasn’t in his room. When he turned on lay on his side he saw you peacefully sleeping next to him. A soft smile formed on his face as he reached his hand out to gently caress your soft skin. He thought you looked like an angel sleeping next to him. Yoongi still couldn’t believe that you trusted him enough to let him near you when you were in your most vulnerable state, but he was so glad that you did. You leaned into his touch as a happily smile spread across your face.

“Morning baby.”

Your cheeks turned pink at the nickname, making Yoongi laugh. He pulled you against him as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your neck.

“I love you Yoongi.” His heard fluttered at your words as he smiled against your neck.

“I love you too baby girl.”


Hoseok: 

This sunshine boy wouldn’t be able to control his excitement as he saw you snuggled up against him. He gently brushed his thump over your lips, trying to resist the urge to kiss you. Instead of kissing you on the lips, another idea came to mind. He smirked before pressing kisses all over your face, slowly waking you up.

“Hobi, what are you doing?” You mumbled as you slowly started to wake up. Snuggling closer to him in the process.

“I wanted to see your pretty smile baby.”

You smiled brightly at him before giving him a kiss on his lips. He did the same as he brushed his nose against yours, making you laugh again.

“Hobi, I can get used to this.” You told him.

A warm smile appeared on his face as he said, “Me too baby. Let’s cuddle some more, yeah?”


Namjoon: 

He’d get so soft. Like really soft. As soon as he saw that you were still asleep he’d wrap his arms around you and hold you even tighter. He tangled his legs with yours as he pressed kisses against your cheek, neck and shoulder.

“Morning Joonie.”

He blushed at the nickname as he held you tighter.

“Morning baby girl, did you sleep well?”

You turned around in his arms so you were facing him before pressing a kiss against his lips. He smiled against your lips as he gently traced patterns on your side. He really liked waking up next to you. Probably more than he’d like to admit. Little did he know that you felt the exact same way. You didn’t want to wake up without him anymore and neither did he. 


Jimin: 

You’d wake up before he did. You smiled at the sight of him peacefully sleeping beside you. He’d been so tired when he got home last night and asked you to stay the night so he’d still be able to cuddle with you. Your heard melted at his words and of course you stayed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair as you pressed a kiss against his lips. Not wanting to wake him up you turned around to get out, only to be pulled back by him. He turned you around, flashing you a tired smile as he pulled you close again.

“Why did you want to leave?”

“You looked so cute that I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He chuckled at your words as he moved so his head was resting on your chest. He moved his body so he was lying on top of you as you happily played with his hair. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s adorable behavior. He was just so damn cute. Especially in the morning. From that on you decided that you would stay the night more often, and Jimin couldn’t be happier with that.


Taehyung: 

He’d be the actual definition of clingy. He’d hold you the entire night. No matter how much you moved, he always had some part of him wrapped around you. So when you woke up it wasn’t a surprise that he was holding you, still. His face was pressed against your neck as soft breaths escaped his parted lips. His arms held you tightly as his legs were tangled with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your boyfriend holding onto you so tightly, almost as if he was scared that you’d leave. Being in his arms was very comfortable, however, you really had to go to the restroom. So you gently took his arms and removed them from your waist. You untangled your legs from his and sat up. Once you made it to the edge of the bed you felt his arms wrapping around you again as he pressed his face against your back, making you laugh.

“Hm where are you going?” He asked in his deep morning voice, causing shivers to run down your spine.

“Tae, I’ve to go to the restroom.”

“No, just stay here.”

You rolled your eyes at his words before trying to get up again, only to be pulled back. “Tae, c'mon just let me go. I’ll be back soon and then we can cuddle as much as you want, okay?”

He pouted as he thought about your suggestion. He didn’t want you to leave but he did like the idea of cuddling as much as he wanted. So he gave in. Taehyung let you go to the restroom in peace, but as soon as you got near the bed he pulled you on it and wrapped himself around you again. You laughed at his cute behavior before pecking him on the lips, getting ready to spend the entire day cuddling in bed.


Jungkook: 

As soon as you woke up you felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Jungkook holding you, it was just that his grip on you was so damn tight. It’s not a secret that your boyfriend is very strong. What you didn’t know however, was that he was just as strong in his sleep. You sighed deeply as you tried to pull his arms away, but it was impossible. The only thing you could do was wake him up. Sighing deeply you used all your strength to turn around. Surprisingly you managed to do that, but as soon as you were face to face he pulled you even closer, making you whine. Jungkook brushed his nose against your cheek as he started laughing. Right then you realized he had been awake this entire time.

“You’re so mean Kookie.”

“Well good morning to you too baby.”

He pressed a kiss against your cheek as he loosened his grip on you, giving you a little more room to move around. You let out a happy sigh as you pulled him down for a kiss, smiling against his lips as his fingers tickled your side.

“Jungkook” You whined, making him laugh again.

“What? I just like seeing you smile.”

You blushed before snuggling up to him again. Jungkook smiled at the sight of you being so close to him and realized that he wanted to wake up like this every single day from now on, with you in his arms.

We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

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everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.

-

“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”

-

Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”

“Shit.”

I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you

-

“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.

“Beyoncé.”

His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.

-

Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.