Some Time Ago I Did Read La Belle Sauvage By Philip Pullman And I Must Say That Malcolm Is Such A Lovely

Absolutely perfect! I love Steve, but Eddie in this >>>>>>>>>>>

Also, you almost gave me a heart attack because of this part: He watched her cry when Eddie sacrificed himself, sobbing into his bloodied chest.

I thought that Eddie died and he and y/n wouldn't be happy together 😭

Hello again! Ok, this is kind of mean(?), it's a Steve Harrington x Reader leading to Eddie Munson x Reader with angst prompt 1, 19, 24 and Fluff 6, 19, 22. Steve is dating the reader after Nancy, and she has been in love with him for a very long time, but he never took the time to get over Nancy, so everything he does, he does "the Nancy way" - like getting the reader roses, because that's Nancy's favorite, while Reader's favorite are actually Sweet Peas (but Eddie remembers because he liked the reader from the start and every time she said something, he listened, and remembered)

I love mean. I got a little scared at the beginning because I thought you were going to leave a negative message !!

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

"I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

"I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

Eddie and Y/N have been friends since middle school. When Eddie had a buzz cut and she had braces. Once they made it to highschool and slowly made their way through puberty, their hormones began to grow.

Y/N felt herself falling for King Steve by the time it was his senior year and she was a junior. She's had a crush on him since freshman year but the word love seemed like it fit more as she got older.

For Eddie, his eyes never left her since middle school. He never bothered to look anywhere else. During freshman year he had to accept her type as Steve Harrington, someone he could never be. When they became juniors and she admitted she was in love with him, he knew they would never be. He accepted the idea of them only being best friends, accepting the comfort of being friend zoned.

Eddie hated Steve with every bone in his body. The news that Nancy dumped him traveled fast and Y/N was delighted to hear he was single. Eddie warned her that Steve is on the rebound part of his life and she needed to stay away.

How could she stay away when Steve began to notice her?

She couldn't ignore him when he waved and smiled at her in the hallway. And she definitely couldn't ignore him when he kissed her at a party, even if they both were drunk.

She excitedly told Eddie the news, he wanted to be supportive but he didn't trust Steve. He tried over and over to make Y/N see that if she went after Steve, she was going to get hurt.

That was a risk she was willing to take.

~~

The couple made it official two months after the kiss. They've been together now for around five months.

Eddie kept a close eye on her, making sure she was getting treated the way she deserved to.

~~

Y/N really liked Steve, and she wanted to make him happy. But the longer they were together, the more red flags were being waved in her face. She wanted to ignore them so she could just be happy.

But when her room is decorated with red roses, her heart wants to sink. The thought of her boyfriend getting her flowers made her heart skip, but they weren't her favorite flowers, they were Nancy's.

She tried to hide the disappointment with a big smile and kiss to his cheek. He left with a smile of his own, promising to be back later for their date for her birthday.

She placed the roses in a vase with a sigh.

Eddie walked in her front door like he lived there. A big smile on his face holding a bouquet of sweet peas.

"happy birthday my girl!" He screamed as he put the flowers down and picked her up, spinning her around.

She laughed and begged to be put down.

"I got you your favorite," her face broke into a real smile when he handed over the flowers. They were her favorite flowers.

He eyed the roses weirdly but didn't say anything. He smiled when she took out the roses and replaced them with his flowers.

~~

That was one time Y/N began to see Eddie knew her better than her own boyfriend.

Another time was when Y/N was auditioning for the schools play. She was working hard to score the leading role. She was telling Steve and Eddie all about the songs, dancing, and the costumes. Both listened to her, but one was listening just a tad bit more.

The night of the play she was excited to see her boyfriend and Eddie in the crowd.

Eddie hated sitting next to Steve but Y/N bought them their seats together so he sucked it up for her.

"who is she again?"

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes. Y/N has been talking about this role for months and he can't even remember her character?

When the curtains closed and she ran to her boyfriend at the end, Eddie made sure to look away.

"you did great baby!" Steve congratulated her with a kiss. Eddie wanted to puke.

"yeah Y/N you did great. I don't get why you were worried about the ending scene. The change in the direction was definitely a good call. I'm glad the director took your idea."

Y/N was stunned. She was ranting about her ending scene idea months ago, she forgot she even brought it up.

"what ending scene changed?" Steve questioned.

That hurt Y/N. She told Eddie it months ago and he remembered, she brought it up to Steve last night and he didn't even remember.

Eddie scoffed and sent him a glare.

"your girlfriend changed the whole ending of the play because of her genius mind. Maybe if you paid attention to her, you'd know."

Steve was quick to defend himself. Getting in Eddie's face with his chest puffed out.

Y/N quickly stood between the two, "okay we are on school grounds. Lets relax and take this outside."

As the boys went outside she changed in her dressing room.

~~

Eddie was fuming as the doors closed.

"what the fuck was that? Are you trying to make me look bad?" Steve accused Eddie as he stood over him.

"No you are making yourself look bad. You treat her like shit. I'm not stupid. You are looking for a rebound. I told her to stay away from you. You are only out to hurt her." Eddie was pissed.

He could treat her so much better, so fucking good.

Steve has the girl he always dreamed of, and he doesn't even care.

"that's not true!"

"yes it is! You don't even know her. You just treat her the same way you did with Nancy. You buy her Nancy's favorite flowers, you go to Nancy's favorite restaurant, you take her to Nancy's favorite drive-ins. You don't treat her as her own person. She's so much better than Nancy. She's way more beautiful, loving, and amazing. And you don't even notice the girl you have right in front of you. Too occupied with living in your Nancy fantasies through her!"

Eddie feared he said too much, Steve was going to find out.

"holy shit. You love her don't you?" Eddie went still. He wasn't supposed to find that out.

"you are filling her head to dump me. Why? so she'll run to you? Be the best friend that fixes her heart? You are fucking in love with her!"

Eddie didn't know what to say, everything he said was technically right.

"Eddie? Is that true?"

He wished he could disappear. Y/N stood in her street clothes, softly crying as she looked between the two boys.

Eddie was in love with her? How did she not notice? How did she not see he never once talked about another girl? No crushes. Nothing. He never said a word about anyone.

He swallowed his fears, it's now or never.

"yes it's true. I've been in love with you since middle school."

Her heart broke for him. Guilt filling her body, she can't imagine the hell she's been putting him through.

Steve scoffed, and her head turned to him.

"she doesn't love you dude. And she never will. She's been in love with me for ever. Who do you really think she's going to pick?" She's never heard Steve sound so mean and cruel.

Eddie's body flinched at the words, words he knew were true.

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

Eddie protected her heart all his life, now she wanted to do the same.

"Don't talk to him like that. I can't believe I wasted so many years on you! You don't even like me do you? Just a shell for you to imagine Nancy in?"

Steve knew he was caught.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I'm never going to be her Steve. This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. And you're wrong. I will always chose Eddie”

She grabbed Eddie's hand and began to walk to his van.

Ignoring Steve's shouts for her to come back.

~~

Once Eddie and Y/N made it back to her house, they stayed silent.

Y/N didn't know what to say. She feels horrible for how Eddie must have felt. And Eddie had no idea what Y/N was thinking.

"I'm so sorry," she broke down into tears. Sobbing painfully to herself.

Eddie acted fast, pulling her into his arms and cradling her head.

"hey there's nothing to be sorry for," he tried to comfort her but she felt even worse.

"no you told me this would happen. You told me I'd get hurt and I didn't care because I was only hurting myself. But if you told me that I'd be hurting you in the process I would have never gone after him."

"hey no. You are not going to blame yourself for this. I could have easily told you about my feelings for you. Okay? It was my choice not to."

She nodded at his words but still felt guilty.

She should have seen it. Eddie remembered everything about her.

Her eyes caught sight of the sweet pea flowers and her heart warmed.

"you always remember the things I never thought anyone would." She admitted.

"I remember everything about you" he confessed as he kissed her head.

"can you remember this one last thing for me?" She asked as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded

"no one will ever take me from you."

~~

A few weeks have passed since her big blowout with Steve. And her feelings for Eddie have gotten more complicated.

She won't lie to herself, she always thought about Eddie in a more than a friend kind of way. She just never thought he'd like her back in that way.

But now she was conflicted because she didn't want him to think she only likes him because Steve and her didn't work out.

~~

So she waited until she was positive she was over Steve.

And when Eddie and her got dragged into the upside down, they had bigger issues to focus on.

~~

Steve silently watched Eddie and Y/N all throughout their journey in the upside down. He watched as they cared for each other.

Y/N practically took off a bats head when it attacked Eddie.

And Eddie practically sliced through venca when it gripped her against the wall.

Steve watched as these two fought to keep each other alive.

He watched her cry when Eddie sacrificed himself, sobbing into his bloodied chest.

~~

He watched from the hallway as she laid in his hospital bed, refusing to move from his side.

He could easily see how much she loved him. And he won't lie, it sucked knowing she could have loved him that much too.

When Eddie finally woke up she practically crushed him in a hug.

Eddie laughed and slightly coughed in pain

"okay crushing me here."

Steve continued to watch through the window. His heart slowly sinking to his stomach when she kissed him.

The final blow was when she whispered:

"I'm in love with you too"

Tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet

Ugh, I want my boyfriend to drive to see me so we can go home together 😫😫

Steve is the best! Loved the story. ❤️🥰

Make It Back for Christmas (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Make It Back for Christmas (Rated T)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: Mild brief language, holiday fluff, pining Steve and Reader

Summary: It's the last week of the semester and you're dying to head back home to Hawkins for the holiday festivities. Not only that, but you haven't heard from your boyfriend in a week and you're already going through withdrawals. Will you be able to make it back in time for Christmas?

God, you hated finals week. 

This wasn’t like anything you experienced in your high school years. Or was it? Thanks to the last semester of all-nighters and unbelievable amounts of cram studying, the last four years all blended together. 

Three exams. You had three exams this week. Plus a term paper, a research project… one of your professors thought it would be fun to have an exam and a nine-page paper due the same week. Was it nine pages single-spaced or double? Hell if you knew. Your brain had already begun to hurt just thinking about everything you did to army-crawl your way through to break. Even though most of the hard work was done, you weren’t out of the clear yet— you still had a five hour drive home on Saturday and you hadn't packed yet. 

You just had to select a college five hours away. You hated being away from your home of small town Hawkins, Indiana. You missed your family, your friends. Some nights there was nothing you wanted more than to spend a few hours at the local arcade or the neighboring video store. 

The only thing that made everything seem a bit more bearable was your boyfriend. Usually, Steve would be the first one you would call and talk to after your latest exam or assignment, but you haven’t been able to reach him in days. The two of you had gotten together the summer before you left for college. It was a sweet summer romance story. You had known each other for years, practically growing up together. It was the typical cliche: two friends who had been skirting around their feelings throughout high school, mainly due to one garnering a reputation. 

Although, when you were with Steve, that’s all he was: Steve. Not overly cocky King Steve, not party keg master Steve; he was Steve Harrington, your best friend since preschool who always stole your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because you hated them. The same Steve who would sit with you for hours in the backyard watching the clouds or the stars, listening to you talk about your superficial problems like they were an international threat of war. The Steve who was so terrified going out on his first date with Samantha Hollis in the sixth grade, he spent most of the morning excessively brushing his hair and gargling mouthwash in your bathroom while talking about his big first kiss plan — a conversation that later had your stomach turning and your dinner in the upstairs toilet. You hadn’t realized it at first, but you had fallen head over heels for your best friend. 

When you finally recognized and came to terms with your feelings for Steve in junior year, it had been too late. He had already started his “perfect” relationship with his dream girl: Nancy Wheeler. You had no malice toward the girl. In fact, you were both good friends. It was just hard to maintain that friendship when all the conversations ever gravitated toward was, well, your shared connection. 

“Steve and I were going to see that movie!”

“Oh, you’ll never believe what Steve said the other night.”

“Oh my god, isn’t he so clumsy? It’s adorable.”

Forced smiles and friendly nods became second nature for you. All you wanted was for Steve to be happy. If he was happy with Nancy, then you were happy for him. You had to admit they made an attractive couple. She was helping him in ways you never could, helping him succeed instead of just encouraging him to try and make a change. They were an unstoppable team. Steve didn’t need you anymore and you had to come to terms with it. You slowly began to distance yourself, just so you could sort through your feelings and not be awkward around them. It made things easier at first. 

Then Nancy broke his heart at Tina’s halloween bash. Suddenly you found yourself thrust back and immersed into Steve’s life once more. Only this time, you leaned into his touches a little more than usual. You two sat a bit too close at movie night. You split too many meals at the local diner. It was only when Dustin Henderson made a passing comment about how the two of you acted like an old married couple did you snap back to reality and attempt to distance yourself from Steve again. He didn’t need to lose the love of his life and another friend at the same time because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check. So you resorted to only hang around him with the kids when he needed to play carpool, taking them to the arcade, or the farmer’s market, or even the grocery store to pick up 

This only seemed to confuse your best friend. “Why aren’t you spending time with me?” he asked you when you brought El and Max to the mall over the summer. 

“What are you talking about?” you tried to appear nonchalant, like you weren’t doing this on purpose even if it killed you. Unfortunately, your poker face needed some much needed work. 

“No, no,” the look he gave you that day would haunt you forever. Steve looked like you had just kicked his puppy right in front of him. “Don’t bullshit me. You’ve been avoiding me all summer since we graduated. The only time I ever see you is with the kids and even then you spend more time with Dustin than me!”

It was true. After Dustin had oh-so-kindly exposed your emotions, you had somehow convinced the child to be your partner in distracting you from Steve. Well, it was less of a convincing and more of a “if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll lovingly end you” type of agreement. He stuck to you like Velcro when the three of you went out, making sure there were very few interactions that could lead into moments of longing. 

“It’s nothing, Steve,” you had tried explaining with no success. “Dustin just really wants my attention is all, I guess.” 

A frown on his face, Steve turned away mumbling something under his breath. You weren’t quite sure at the time, but it did sound oddly similar to, “he’s not the only one.”

It wasn’t until you found yourselves trapped in a Russian underground that you had to face more than one fear. Trapped in your own room, the soldiers tried to get you to admit how you found their base. They had even stabbed you with some type of drug, which you would only later discover its use. You couldn’t tell how long it was before you were released with the help of your best friend. Steve had looked so worse for wear, but even in the chaos, he was only concerned about your safety and well-being. 

“Are you okay?!” his slurred speech inquired as he ran hands up and down your arms before cradling your face. 

You weren’t sure if it was the stress or the inclusion of a truth serum in your system, but you did the only thing you could think of to answer his incessant questions: you leaned forward and kissed him. 

And he kissed you back. 

From that moment on, everything was different. You had gone from being best friends, to two people who went out to dinner, to being in an honest to goodness relationship. Just over a year later, you’re sat in your dorm room with a receiver broadcasting a busy signal in your ear. 

This was the sixth time this week Steve hadn’t answered the phone. He hadn’t called for his daily good morning or good nights. He didn’t call to check in on you during what he knew was going to be a stressful week. Concerned about his safety, you reached out to Dustin several times, who assured you that Steve was fine. He was just busy with all of the families renting out movies for the holidays. You knew you weren’t entitled to his time, but all the same…it had been a long week and all you wanted was to hear your boyfriend’s voice. 

Allowing a sigh to escape your lips, you dialed Steve’s number again, this time with the intent to leave a message. When the recording of his mother’s bored yet powerful voice played, you bit your lip to refrain from showing too much emotion over the phone. “Hey Steve,” you started. “It’s uh, it’s me calling…again. I just wanted to let you know that I, uh, that I miss you. Miss hearing your voice, seeing you. And I hope that you’re doing okay. Just a few more days until I can start my drive home and see you!” 

You let out a sad chuckle as there was a knock on your bedroom door. Your roommate, Allie, probably wanted to use the phone since you’d been hogging it for a few hours. “Oh, I gotta go. Call me back soon, okay? Love you.” As you hung up the phone, you moved to open the door. “Sorry, Allie. Just wanted to make sure-“

“Make sure I was doing okay?” A familiar voice cut you off and your breath caught in your throat.  You couldn’t believe it. Standing in front of you with rosy frost bitten cheeks, tired eyes, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen was Steve. “I’d say I’m doing much better now that I’ve seen you, sweetheart.”

Without much thought, you ran into his arms and kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him one more time, just for good measure. It was messy, all smiles and awkward breathing, but it was perfect. “What-“ you stuttered in surprise once you caught your breath. “What are you doing here? Why haven't you called?!”

Steve grinned sheepishly, head bent down to stare right in your gaze. A few strands of his perfectly unruly dark hair fell directly in his line of sight and you automatically moved your hand to brush it away. “I knew if I picked up the phone it would be really hard for me to keep my mouth shut. Did you really think I’d let my baby drive home alone for Christmas?” he said with mock disdain. “I don’t think that would make me a very good boyfriend, do you?”

“I have a car.”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend nodded in agreement, “but why waste gas if you’re not going to use it in Hawkins.” 

You frowned. What was he talking about? 

“Baby, you’re with the Harrington car service,” Steve’s smooth voice rolled over you like honey. “It’s door-to-door service, even during your trip.”

“….so you’re kidnapping me and not letting me drive my own car.” 

Steve gave a small huff, shoulders slouched. “Gee, when you put it like that…you really sucked the romance out of it, babe. You know I did just drive five hours-“

You silenced him with a gentle kiss to the lips. While not as rough or as passionate as the first reunion, it was just as loving. Your fingers curled around the soft fabric of his white Henley top and pulled him closer. He stumbled a bit from the action, but soon rested his hands on either of your hips, a low hum vibrating his throat. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

The smile on Steve’s face stretched out to be a mile wide. “I love you, too, baby,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Now come on. Let’s get you all packed up.”

You laughed at his dramatic hand gestures before he crossed his way into your room. “Your chariot awaits, my dear,” he mused, turning his head to glance back at you over his shoulder. “It’s time to get you back home for Christmas.”

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Author's Note: So this is happening. Is everyone excited?! To say I've been looking forward to this event for the last month plus now. I just want to give a small shout-out and thank you to two very amazing people, @bakerstreethound (for encouraging me to keep writing) and @upsidedownwithsteve (for inspiring me to try my hand at this -- so sorry for the tag!).

Writing this and some of the other fics for this event have me convinced Steve would be the perfect boyfriend around the holidays, even if he may be a bit of Scrooge sometimes. The number of times I've smiled writing these pieces...I've lost count. But stay tuned because we have a lot more headed your way (including some dad!Steve...)!

If you liked this post and want to see more like it on my blog, please make sure to leave a comment and reblog it! While likes are appreciated, it's these two things that really help spread the word about my writing and motivate me to keep making new content! Until next time, my little sparks! <3

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

do not chastise the dove (11) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: you are saved. but it’s not over quite yet. 

word count: 2,492

warnings?: vague descriptions of fighting bc i can’t write fight scenes lmao, angsty, a shorter chapter, pet name (dove)

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I have no words to describe this gem!

touching din | din djarin

Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch. 

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill. i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day! warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things! word count: 4650 written by: archie

The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.

The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.

It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.

The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.

“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.

The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”

A nod. “That’s a yes.”

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I think I'm in love with giggling Bakugou... Loved your writing 😍

✝ 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖢𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖬𝖠𝖲 (𝖨𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴) — 𝖪.𝖡𝖠𝖪𝖴𝖦𝖮𝖴

i was in the mood to write something fitting for this season, even though i’m not really a fan of christmas. thank you @dilfteracy for reading this and supporting me with your amazing commentary.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, language, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking (listen, it’s legal to drink at the age of 16 in germany)

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need 

Bakugou scoffs into his cup of hot cocoa. He’s had about three of them now, spiked with a good amount of rum Mina managed to sneak past Aizawa’s observant eyes, but the alcohol has yet to unfold its effect to make the voice of Maria Carey somewhat bearable as she sings the lines to her infamous Christmas song for the fourth, no, fifth time that evening, warbling her high-pitched notes through the sound boxes Momo and Jirou placed in each corner of the common room for the party his class planned. 

To enjoy the last days of school together before everyone leaves to spend the holidays with their families, they had explained after he had nearly blown off the decorations a few days prior, bellowing at them why on earth they’d even want to throw a party as stupid as this one, but now, as he glowers over the rim of his mug, he’s convinced they set it up for the sole purpose of getting on his nerves. 

(and I) don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

But despite his initial dislike of this party, he has to admit that his classmates did a decent job at capturing the festive spirit for this night — red and green ornament decorate the walls, colorful stockings that carry the names of his friends are filled with sweets and hang upon the fireplace and there’s a distinct smell of vanilla and cinnamon tickling his nose.

I don’t need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace

Somewhere near the kitchen, Denki is fighting Sero over a batch of freshly baked cookies Sato brought, though their playful banter seems to be more to the amusement of his classmates who have gathered around them to watch their antics. With their red hats and equally ugly Christmas sweaters, they somehow resemble angry elves in Santa’s toy factory and despite trying to keep a stern face, Bakugou can’t help but crack a smile at his friends.

Yeah, they’re idiots, but at least everyone seems to have a good time.

Santa Claus won’t make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day

Between the cheers of his friends and the unwavering tootling of yet another Christmas carol, he can faintly hear your voice, laughing softly with someone. Instinctively, his eyes scan the crowded room to catch a glimpse of your face, but you’re neither standing among the group of students howling at Dunceface who has proceeded to throw cookies at Sero’s head nor does he find you talking to some of the girls sitting on the sofa and around the small table, happily reaching for the snacks as they chatter away.

“Were you looking for me?” You ask with a raised brow, pushing a plate of baked goods into his hand before you settle for a spot beside him, comfortably leaning against his shoulder. A smile creeps across your lips when he shrugs, suddenly far more interested in the pink marshmallows floating around his hot chocolate, though the treacherous blush that tints his cheeks and reaches the tips of his ears tells you that you caught him red-handed. “Hey, I’m talking to you, idiot. Are you enjoying the party?”

I just want you for my own

“Yeah, ‘s alright,” he mumbles softly. Blonde lashes flutter against his brow bone when he looks back at you, sharp gaze studying the curve of your nose, the space between your eyes and the smoothness of your cheeks, tracing each feature with a hint of secret admiration. A grin flickers across his lips, baring his teeth for just one second before it disappears behind his usual scowl and he slumps against your back, focuses on your body heavy and warm against his own — he likes it, the feeling of your shoulders touching and his fingers faintly grazing your hand as he stands there with you and suddenly Bakugou realizes he likes you. 

More than you could ever know

He actually likes you. 

Right, maybe he’s had too much of that stupid rum Mina mixed into that awfully sweet hot chocolate and a part of him is becoming aware of the blush that creeps up the back of his neck and seems to flush his entire face in embarrassing heat, but before he can stop himself, he’s fucking giggling. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes as he tries to stifle the sounds behind his raised hand, clasped tightly over his mouth until he can’t take it anymore and drops his head on your shoulder, laughing quietly into your hair.

“What’s going on with you now?” You ask. There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that coaxes another fit of giggles out of him and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. “Katsu, c’mon! What’s so funny?”

“I think I like you,” he wheezes, barking out a laugh. His hands find yours, fingers curl tightly around your wrists and then he’s sliding down the wall, pulling you with him to the floor where he gently knocks his head against yours. There’s a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth and you think you should be alarmed, because you’ve never seen him like this before or maybe you should take the empty cup out of his grasp and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get another sip of the spiked cocoa, but this is—

Make my wish come true

"You think?” You repeat quietly, full of hope.

“Yeah,” he mutters after a beat and turns his head. For a moment, neither of you dares to say more before he finally leans in to press his lips against yours in a clumsy kiss that faintly tastes like hot chocolate and rum and your heart punches your ribcage in excitement. “I like you, dumbass.”

All I want for Christmas is you

Perfect

Tattoo your name

A/N: A short idea that came to me while I was getting my first tattoo today, I wrote this in an hour so I apologies in advance for any mistakes.

Pairings: Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader, Steven Grant x fem!reader, they all are married

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff and mention of sex

Summary: Y/N came home in pain. 

Words Count: 1700+

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Y/N entered the flat and smiled immediately when she heard footsteps. Marc walked up to her and kissed her cheek. 

“Hi, baby,” he greeted, helping her pull off her clothes. Y/N put everything back on the cupboard and caught Marc's face in her hands. “Fucking hell, your hands are cold.” 

Marc moved his head away from her and she only laughed cheerfully. She smiled mischievously and then slipped her hands under his shirt. He immediately flinched, but finally put his arms around her. He pushed hard against her and she unexpectedly moaned quietly in pain. 

“What is it? What's going on?” He became concerned immediately. Y/N waved her hand dismissively and walked deeper into the flat and towards the kitchen to make herself something warm to drink. “Y/N?”

“Oh, it's nothing,” she confessed frankly, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I promise, you'll find out everything, but can I make myself a cup of tea first?”

“No, cariño,” he spoke up, but the change in his voice immediately made her realize that Jake had taken control. Lockley was probably the most stubborn of the three of them. “We can settle this the easy way or the hard way. You know that perfectly well. 

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her face. She turned back to him and leaned against the kitchen counter. 

“Okay, I did something,” she said cheerfully, and Jake furrowed his eyebrows dangerously. 

“Did you kill someone? Because if you need to get rid of a body, you know I'll help you.” 

“What?” She laughed and shook her head. “No, nothing like that. By the way, it's good to know that you would help me cover up a murder.” 

“Anything for you” he replied confidently and walked closer. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her with anticipation. “So? What happened?”

“You have to promise me that none of you will laugh,” she asked immediately. Y/N nervously fiddled with the end of her jumper and her earlier certainty suddenly disappeared somewhere. 

When she was deciding on her little surprise, she forgot to actually analyse whether they would actually like it. 

“Have we ever laughed at you?” Jake replied, and she sent him a meaningful look. She had a slight blush on her face, but this time it wasn't just because of the cold. “Well, okay, sometimes,” he replied, but it didn't convince her. 

Jake saw that something was bothering her, so he immediately approached her. He caught her chin between his fingers and forced her to lift her gaze to him. “I'm just teasing you, cariño. I promise no one will laugh at you.” 

“Our wedding anniversary is coming up in a few days…”

“Five years, I know” he interrupted her with a smile and leaned his forehead against hers. “The best years of our lives.” 

Y/N blushed even more. As long as she had been able to be with them, she had the feeling that she would never be able to get used to their words of love. Especially from Jake's side. 

“As always, you love to interrupt me,” she laughed, and he snorted cheerfully. “This year I wanted to do something special for you and at first I thought it was a great idea, but now I don't know. I mean it's a bit late to change anything because it's happened, but…”

Y/N paused and bit her lower lip. She stared at Jake for a moment until she finally moved aside from him and pulled off her jumper first and then started to roll up her t-shirt. Lockley smiled broadly and his eyes definitely darkened. 

“If you want to have sex, you don’t have to do anything. One word from you and you're writhing beneath us in pleasure.”

“Jake! You're always thinking about only one thing.” 

“Don't be so innocent. We know perfectly well that you do too.” 

Y/N laughed nervously and then pulled her shirt up again. She only stopped the material after her shoulder, so that her breast was visible, and especially her left side right next to it. It was there that the plastic wrap could be seen, and underneath it a fresh tattoo. The drawing depicted a crescent moon, and around it were three letters - J, M and S - as a tribute to the names of each alter. Underneath the tattoo was also the short, ornate inscription loved by the moon.

“I wanted to have some part of you always with me,” she explained, but was unable to look at their initial reaction. “I know I could have arranged it with some pendant or other jewellery, but I wanted something permanent that I would never lose and would be with me for the rest of my life.” 

Jake didn't respond, and when she looked at him, she saw that he was looking at her with his mouth open. His posture changed slightly and she recognised immediately that control had been taken over by Steven, who was looking at her with silent adoration and love. 

“Love,” he whispered quietly, and in that one word she felt that he had given away all the emotions he felt for her. “This is…” 

However, Steven was not able to construct an entire sentence correctly. 

“Do you like it?” She asked with a smile. 

“Yes!” He replied straight away. “But love, that must have hurt. Why?”

“For you I would endure any kind of pain” Y/N smiled and caught his face in her hands. “Besides, it didn't hurt that much. I have to be careful for now, because the tattoo has to heal, but I wanted to do it. So you can consider it a little present for our anniversary.” 

“Wow! It's beautiful. I really like it.” 

“And what do Jake and Marc think of it?”

“Jake is honestly stunned, but hornier than ever” Y/N laughed and felt Steven put his hands on her hips. He ran one upwards closer to the tattoos, but so as not to touch this and cause her more pain. “And Marc... I'm not entirely sure about that because he went completely silent.” 

Y/N moved nervously and felt a tentative tightening in her stomach. She knew that none of them had any objections to body adornment. Besides, they had always told her that she wasn't their property and she had the only right to decide what she did with her body (except maybe what went on in the bedroom, because there they mostly took control). 

“Do you think he'll want to talk to me about it now?” She asked uncertainty. Early on in their relationship, they had all agreed that the key to making it all work out was shared communication. Their relationship was so complicated that if it hadn't been for the conversation, they would have split up so long ago. Meanwhile, they had seven years of relationship together including five of being married. 

Steven stroked her cheek and then his eyes rolled back and Marc was standing in front of her again. Y/N grabbed his hand and looked at him fearfully, afraid that what she was about to hear would be nothing pleasant. However, for a long moment Marc was unable to speak. All he did was stare at her with an unconcerned gaze, and, as always, she found it difficult to read the emotion on his face. She thought that over time she would be able to figure out his poker face, but over the years she had found out that it wasn't that easy. 

“Marc? What do you think about that?” 

“Y/N, I…” he started and lowered his gaze down. When he looked at her again, she saw tears shining in his eyes. “I don't know what to say. No one has ever done something like this for me.” 

“Oh, Marc” Y/N smiled and felt the tears gather under her eyelids herself. She caught his face in her hands and, gently running her thumbs over his cheeks, placed a brief but emotional kiss on his lips. Later, their foreheads rested against each other. “I love you, darling. All of you and it is the greatest happiness that I have you in my life. That you chose me to accompany you in all the good and bad moments.” 

“I love you, baby. And I like what you've done. But it makes me wonder why the moon?” 

“Because in the middle of the night, it's the brightest light that guides us. You, Jake and Steven are my light in the middle of the night,” she explained. “Also, you're Moon Knight. It all fits together.” 

Marc laughed happily, tilting his head back. Y/N looked at him as if enchanted, for she had the feeling that there was no more beautiful sound in the world than his laughter. She smiled and then drew his face to hers and brought their lips together again, this time in a stronger and more confident kiss. She entwined her fingers in his hair and gently tugged at the ends of the longer strands, which immediately caused him to give a quiet murmur of satisfaction. Marc slipped his hands under her t-shirt and she immediately felt him exploring her back thoroughly, occasionally hooking his hands on her belly until he finally stopped his hands on her breasts. 

She moaned in pleasure as he squeezed them tightly, but unexpectedly he froze into immobility. He moved his head away from her, and when she looked at his characteristically squinted eyebrows, she knew it was Jake again. 

“Did you show your sweet tits to some asshole?” He asked seriously and she parried merrily and quickly stole another kiss from his lips “That's not funny. They belong only to us and to no one else. No one has the right to even think about them, let alone see them.” 

“Don't worry,” she assured him quickly, running her fingers over his neck and nape. That always put all three of them at ease. “It was the girl who tattooed me. I know exactly how possessive you all are.” 

“It still doesn't change the fact that someone saw something that belongs to us. I think you need to be reminded of that.” 

“I think it's a perfect idea, Mr Lockley.” 

Jake smiled mischievously and then grabbed her and lifted her up. Y/N laughed briefly, but was quickly silenced when she felt hot kisses on her lips. 

UGHHH Just kiss already 😭😭😭😭

They are so cute together and could be the best couple if one of them had the courage to confess 😫😫

Benny and Santiago are so dumb, omg 🥹 They share the only braincell there is.

Cariña- Part 3

Chapter Summary: It’s a normal evening with the guys, until a few things are said that make you think about you and Frankie’s friendship.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader

Words: 1500

Chapter Warnings: slight anxiety/worry, Will is a meddler and a comfort at the same time, fluff

Series Masterlist Here!

Feedback fuels me!

A/N: Now we’re getting into the fluff and fun….😘

You had never told Frankie, but you had known for years what all his nicknames meant. The curiosity had been too strong, so you asked a coworker who spoke Spanish. She happily answered, giving you all the definitions and meanings.

Continuar lendo

Yeeees, burn in guilt, you son of a bitch.

y/n was a badass, honestly.

About the best friend... I love Eddie, but I have to choose Steve in this. In my mind Steve would be more judgmental about y/n dating Billy, but I don't think he would say "I told you so". Also, if y/n will end with the best friend, I think Steve would be the best option to it because he seems (to me) more compassionate.

But! I think any of the boys will be great. So, if you plan doing a tag list for this, can I please be added to it? Thanks!

You Lost Me Forever [Part 1]

(Cheating Billy.H x Fem!Reader)

Part 2 Link

Summary: In which Y/n L/n’s boyfriend Billy Hargrove cheats on her. Billy tries to win her back only to realize she was never meant for him. She was meant for her best friend…

CW: Cheating, Angst, Mentions of throwing up

“Billy?” Y/n said when she knocked on his bedroom door. His Father and stepmom were out of town and Max let her in, though Max looked a little conflicted about it. Y/n shrugged off the young girl’s behavior and continued on into the house anyways. As usual his music was turned up loud as can be behind his closed door. It all started when Billy said he was sick and couldn’t make it to school today. So without telling him she decided to bring some medicine and food as a surprise to cheer him up.

Behind the door she heard him curse out loud and the music got louder. This confused Y/n because shouldn’t he be bed ridden? Why was he moving around so much when he said over the phone that he was so sick that he couldn’t move a single muscle?

“Hey you okay in there? You shouldn’t be moving so much of you’re sick!” The teen girl said and knocked more. She reached for the door knob and wiggled it only for it to be locked. “Billy let me in I brought some stuff for you to help you feel better!”

Over the sound of the music his voice could be heard when Y/n put her ear against the door.

But so could another.

“Billy stop pushing me around so much! I’m moving so calm the fuck down!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch she’ll hear you. Grab your shit and leave through the window.”

Y/n flinched away from the door upon hearing another voice inside, being a female’s. Her heart dropped and so did the plastic bag in her hand containing the things she purchased. She thought that he wouldn’t be like this anymore. Y/n thought Billy loved her and was true to all the things he said.

Y/n realized that all the repeated times he’d say “I adore you” or “You’re it for me” were all lies. This whole time he had been spewing lies and going behind her back.

He never changed. And she fell for it.

“Billy” Y/n said in a monotone. The music was a little quieter now.

More rustling and the sound of the squeaky window opening. “Yeah babe?!” was said on the other side of the wooden door.

“I’m leaving.” Y/n said scarily calm. She put her clammy hands in her pockets and walked down the hall. She passed by Max who gave her a sad look. Y/n nodded slowly with glassy eyes and walked out the door without another word. She wasn’t going to let this get under her skin. Yes Y/n loved Billy and could sympathize with him, but she could never truly have him reciprocate her loyalty that she had for him. He will always be the same old man whore jumping from girl to girl leaving a trail of broken hearts.

Outside Y/n saw a girl in a dress jogging away from Billy’s back yard with a bag clutched in her arms. Yup, that was her. Though she couldn’t tell who specifically because it was 9 o’clock at night. Step by step Y/n could feel her chest growing more heavy, begging for sweet release. A scream, cry, maybe throwing up? But no, she kept it all down and locked her sorrow away. Instead she would replace said sorrow with anger and disappointment. Anger at herself for believing his bullshit and disappointment in Billy for thinking with his head, just not the one up there but the one down there.

“Y/n?! Hey where you goin?” Y/n turned around and saw Billy who called her. He ran to her in the night, his skin glowing from the after-sex. He looked as healthy as a horse, clearly not sick. “I got your bag of stuff. I left the food in the fridge, but turns out I wasn’t as bad as I thought. I just threw up and I started feeling better.” He said with a grin and wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist. The light of the moon shone on him, his smile looking ever so beautiful. The smile of a liar rather than a lover. The smile of a cheating con.

“Bullshit.” Y/n muttered with her gaze downcast. She didn’t want to look at him. Billy tilted his head down to see her eyes, but whenever he moved she’d move her head away. The blonde let go of her and crossed his arms over himself. Worry pooled in his gaze.

“What,? I didn’t hear you, you okay?” He asked with concern. The night couldn’t tell if he were genuine or not.

Y/n looked up at him with a firm gaze. Tears pooled in her e/c eyes but she refused to blink and let them fall. “We’re over Billy.” She said. Billy’s mouth hung open for a moment but then pressed into a firm line.

“What do you mean ‘over’?” He said with furrowed brows.

“We’re done Billy. I’m breaking up with you. I can’t do it anymore. We just weren’t made for each other.” Y/n said and turned 180. She took a step but felt her body be pulled back from her arm. Billy’s hand clutched her bicep, his grip never wavering.

“Y/n what the fuck are you talking about? Give me a damn good fucking reason because I fucking love you!” He yelled. The moonlit darkness grew an eerie silence. Anticipation hung in the dry hair, waiting for the girl’s response.

“You’re a pussydrunk liar and you know it. I heard her in you room Billy and I saw her run from your house with her tail between her legs. Please don’t try to bullshit lie your way out of this Hargrove, because I won’t believe you. I never will again.”

Y/n looked at him over her shoulder and sent him a glare that could cut through steel. But he still wouldn’t let her go. Not after such a foolish mistake.

“You weren’t supposed to be there.” Was all he could say. He couldn’t think of any other excuse. Y/n had him down and read by the nail. She was right, nothing but lust clouded his mind. And it even got in the way of the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Scoffing, she ripped her arm from his grip. “Don’t touch me with your fucking hands. Did you even wash them after having them knuckle deep in that whore’s rental pussy? Give me a fucking break.”

Billy snarled and felt his fist clench. “Now you’re just going to far-”

“FAR UP MY FUCKING ASS! WE’RE DONE! I LOVED YOU BUT YOU SEEM TO LOVE YOUR DESIRE FOR OTHER WOMEN MORE! SO SORRY FOR BEING MAD THAT MY BOYFRIEND WAS GOING BEHIND MY BACK FOR WHO KNOWS HOW DAMN LONG! I’M NOT EVEN SAD BECAUSE DEEP DOWN I KNEW IT WAS FUCKING COMING BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH OF YOUR WHORE REPUTATION PROCEEDS YOU!”

Never has she blown up on someone and never has it felt better. She feel like she could breathe again. Billy only stood in shock at her outburst.

“I-I’m sorry.” He started, “I’ll never do it again. It’s just an old bad habit and I can’t control it and you know how I am! My Father and all-”

Y/n looked at him with a disgusted expression. “Guilt tripping? Please, try with any other air headed bitch but not me. But old habits seem to die hard don’t they? Maybe you’ll learn your fucking lesson.”

“I will learn my lesson!” Now he was down on his knees. His arms wrapping around her hips while his head was to her stomach. “I’ll learn, please just take me back baby I can’t live without you.”

He looked up only to be met with her sad smile that didn’t reach her dull eyes. “I told you my ex cheated on me. I was with him for four years and loved him dearly. You knew how I felt about cheating yet here you are fucking around in a way you know will hurt me the worst. So no. I won’t forgive you. I hope you fucking rot in guilt.”

She pushed him off with a final shove and his tailbone hit the pavement, but he couldn’t feel the pain. He looked so pathetic on the ground. Looking up from his spot only to be met with the icy stare of the girl he lost forever.

“Never talk to me again.”

And she walked away.

Okay so this is gonna be a two part. In the summary I mentioned a best friend and I want you all to decide. Should it be Eddie or Steve?? Comment bellow :)