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genderfluiddoppio · 5 months

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Okay wait so about the t4t ship post with the leopika tags - I have to know if you were agreeing with me about the genderfuck couple hc I have with them bc that's what I was going for. I mean also in general trans everyone from any starting place to any ending place which I guess was an alternate interpretation but like also I so wanna know about the leopika thing in particular

Yeah! My gender hcs for kurapika change based on the day and cycle of the moon, but I feel like that's common for them. But I also like to think Abt leorio's gender the same way! Not as much as kurapika admittedly but. I Do

#My general headcanon is that leorio is a trans guy who hasn't learned Abt nonbinary genders (at the start of the series)#But I could also see transfem egg leorio who like. Doesn't realize that's an option for her #And the gender hcs for kurapika that's been bouncing around in my head lately is:#'im probably transfem but I have to avenge my clan so idc Abt that rn'#I know transmasc kurapika is the prevailing hc because like. C'mon they look like they're wearing a binder #Sorry didn't mean to ramble in the tags I just have A Lot of feelings Abt kurapika gender

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ygdrasilly · 9 months

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i have some incoherent thoughts about god in the good omens verse and i need to get them out in some sort of legible written format. so sorry if you don't like this lmao.

(note; these are my personal thoughts that i'm putting into words please don't get mad at me)

rather than the loving and benevolent being that god is often portrayed as in media, she is very much the old testament version. all about testing people and wrath without reason. she doesn't play fair. she threw angels down into perdition simply for asking questions.

and honestly, as much as it hurts to see the blorbos/poor little meow meows hurt in the show, i actually really like this portrayal of her. given how a lot of christianity has been based upon or influenced by earlier/ancient religions (jesus' wine trick can be compared to dionysus, for example), i feel it's no small stretch to say that god herself was influenced by the creator deities of those religions.

if i use gaia as an example (though she was not the ultimate 'creator' in ancient greek mythology - that was chaos - it's close enough for the comparison), she was gentle and loving, as god is said to be. gaia is also brutal and tells her titan children to kill their father. god has shown a pattern of,,, questionable behaviour.

i do think god loves her creations and children in the go verse. i also think that her interpretation is close to the old greek deities, which influences things. the greek gods loved their creations, too, but they were firmly inhuman and so loved in an inhuman way, usually by turning their loved humans into a fountain, a plant, or an animal. god does the same thing (without the metamorphosis bit).

the greek gods would often test their favoured heroes (or champions). zeus also decided to drown the entire world because he got tired of humans (a mood), but allowed pyrrha and deucalion to survive and repopulate (though with stones, so no incest there).

god has obviously done all this as well. we know she tests her favoured humans (look at job). we know she drowned everyone in mesopotamia because she got tetchy one day.

i think she shows her love in the same way. inhuman, terrible, and horrifying. which is why i think when she tests the humans, she's also testing the angels and demons (particularly a certain earth loving pair). she loves them still, she wants to see what they'll do, but she doesn't tell them what's happening or what to do. a hands-off approach.

(also, contrary to popular depiction, i don't think god doesn't have fluffy white wings. she was the first being in an empty universe/void like chaos, right? so i think she has black wings. and i think she's an eldritch being like chaos or nyx. she certainly wouldn't look human.)

#good omens #i'm not tagging it anything else bc i just know someone will get mad at me for my word salad #i just had a lot of thoughts and had to get them out so theyd stop bouncing around my skull and upsetting my single braincell #anyway sorry for my incoherent rambling #also i only reference greek mythology bc that's the only religion i can confidently say i know #also if i get anxious enough i might delete this later #good omens god #*my posts

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advnterccs-archive · 2 years

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{ ooc } So, I want to dip into some talk about last night's episode. 'Cause wow, it had some really good character development for Rick. And I just need to share it.

I'm gonna start off with the obvious one. Rick finally going to therapy and realizing that it works. He really set aside his previous thoughts about it and ended up going. Despite everything he's said, his own pride. And sure, he might've decided he would go just to ask one question -- just one so that he could get a quick answer. Though, that answer brought him back for more.

Then he began to schedule weekly appointments. It's because he realized that it was that easy. To step out of his pre-concieved notions of "Therapy won't work on someone like me" or "It's good for other people, but it's not something I want for myself"

It goes to show that Rick isn't a static character. Unlike what the meta episode before that stated. Where "Rick can't change and won't change." Because he can. He might be above a human and more-so on a god-like level with his intelligence and abilities, but he can change. He can grow. And he's showing that. Little by little.

And it's the fact that after all that was said and done, Rick chose to continue following Dr. Wong's advice. Not only by not reacting when unnecessary, but also talking out his feelings that bother him. And he chose to tell Morty what was on his mind -- which keeps in theme on what he promised to do back in the Season 5 finale; showing that he was letting him in and being more open and honest. Even if it backfired on him.

It's steady, but good growth. Rick is learning to not bottle up his feelings. He's learning that not everything has to be a fight. He can relax and take it with ease. Even if it means losing the chaos that he clung onto. That same chaos that he thought gave him purpose that also, as he thought, simultaneously made him feel worse.

The addiction to the pain is slowly leaving him and it's the right direction if he ever wants to heal.

#{ headcanon ; 🧪 }#suicide mention tw #{ i didn't mention it but tagging it just in case due to the events in the episode }#{ my thoughts aren't coherent but when have they ever been ? }#{ sorry if my ramblings bounced a lot }#{ i hope it conveys what i mean xD }#{ but damn this whole season has been so good so far and }#{ sure it's not big major shit but it's small and sometimes the small things add up }#wubba lubba dub dub. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ

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sealovinq · 10 months

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one thing i noticed is that i've never been treated right, not just in romantic relationships, but also with people in general (/nbh), that every time i see my relationship with someone detoriating or at least going through trouble, i always think it would end right there and then. but then you have my girlfriend, no matter how many times i push her away and tell her to leave me because i convinced myself that i give her such a hard time, she sticks and stays, and insists that we fix it together. it's not everyday or even in a lifetime that i could find somebody as persistent as her, and i'll do everything in my ability to treasure her and love her like i've always wanted to.

#xelle.gush #oh that got longer than i expected LMAO #idk how she puts up with me honestly but i appreciate it a lot #it'll be our anniversary in two months oh my god AAAAAAAAAAA #WTF I JUST REALIZED HOW LONG IT HAS BEEN?????#GIRL 👹👹⁉️⁉️#have i ever mentioned she's the most handsome masc i've ever met #HRURUYGRGRGRHEHEJFJF #IMAGINING HER IN A SUIT MAKES ME FERAL #i mean like. i've already seen her in one multiple times but like. yk. i wanna see it again #GODDDDDDD #i might seem calm and collected to her but no i'm bouncing around the walls when i think about her #i'm sorry i got carried away and rambled 😭😭#{ 💕 } gf.post

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phantomrose96 · 26 days

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Sham Sacrifice

(Hi it's time for my favorite headcanon)

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Vlad Masters sat firm and proper on the Fenton Family couch, legs crossed, teacup pinched in his fingertips, fighting subtly against the sinkhole that came with the mistake of taking Jack’s usual spot on the couch. He appeared with all the same charm and delightfulness of an ant swarm rearranging your picnic.

Danny stood at the doorway, just-still-in-the-kitchen, just not inviting himself to join the adults in the living room where Jack boomed and rambled and Vlad sat so stiff and polite and nice that his tea in his hands was going cold.

“Oh, Danny you’ll love this story—Danny, you should join us—Danny this was, what, summer of ’84? When was that heatwave, Vladdy? The one where you—”

“There’s no need to bore Daniel with the mad ravings of two old kooks, Jack. Kids would rather be off at the mall or—some store, surely. No need to stick around Daniel on my behalf. I assure you I won’t be offended if you leave.”

“No worries, V-man. I’m good right here. I love hearing Dad’s stories." Danny met Vlad's challenge, speaking with more poisonous courtesy than Vlad had proffered first. "In fact I think he should tell a few more, if he’s got more in mind.”

“In fact I do have more in mind—” Jack answered.

Neither Danny nor Vlad were listening to Jack. They held eye-contact, Danny with a stern unblinkingness of a sheepdog on duty. A lot was said without words. A lot was understood when Vlad decided to visit through the front door. Vlad only used the front door when he wanted something.

And it was never good when Vlad wanted something.

“—the core reactor project, yeah? That summer? That was in the lab with no A/C. Top floor. We were sweating like pigs, all of us. And I dared you to eat the really moldy pizza from our fridge the night before and you ralphed right into—”

“—Surely you remember this more fondly than I do. Daniel, really, you can go.”

Not a chance.

“Actually,” Danny answered, brightening some as his opportunity struck. “I am interested in this. For science class I need to write a report on the invention of an important piece of technology. I was gonna ask Mom and Dad about the Ghost Portal. And now that you’re here, I can get the whole history.”

Jack made a giddy little noise. He leaned forward, words primed, but Vlad was quicker to the draw.

“Sorry to say, your faith in me is unfounded. I wasn’t the portal guy back in college—that was always your mother and father’s passion project. I was their skeptic.”

“Bet that’s got you feeling pretty foolish right now, doesn’t it V-man?” Jack chided, a quick jab to Vlad’s ribs that nearly unseated the teacup from his suspended saucer. “Considering the fully-functioning portal right beneath our toes.”

“I hardly feel foolish, Jack. Your calculation for the portal in college was never going to work.”

“What do you mean? Of course it did.” Jack thumped the ground with his foot. “It’s running the old girl right now.”

At this, Vlad’s eyes narrowed. For the first time he’d been shaken off whatever skeezy machinations had brought him in. His pride was being challenged, and by Jack no less.

“Absolutely not. With that calculation? Absolutely not.”

“Well forget the tea biscuits Vlad, because you’re going to be eating your words in a second. Mads, hold my spot,” Jack said, as if anyone was planning to take his spot. He bounced from the couch, scooted from the living room, and vanished into the dark maw of the lab stairs, leaving only the waning beat of his footsteps behind.

His absence filled only a swallowing few seconds. The footsteps returned, bounding upward, creaking with his heavy cadence, and Jack bounced back into the room in much the manner he left. A pad of yellow lined paper was clutched in his hand. When he dropped it on the coffee table, it revealed row after row of tight scribble, churning math, carrying down the page and occupying two entire pages more that Jack flipped through.

“Same baby I came up with in college. It just needed heavier dampening and higher voltage than what we made back then. The portal downstairs has that in spades. Well, in like two-thirds of a spade.” Jack tapped something on the last line. “The projection was still only hitting 70% of the threshold we calculated to reach dimension penetration. But it’s an art, not just a science. We fired it up anyway, and it took!”

Vlad grabbed the paper pad, agitated. His eyes ran over it. Then again. Until he settled on one line, a firmness overcoming his face. He tossed the pad back onto the coffee table, and Vlad leaned back into the couch, arms crossed.

“The lambda, Jack.”

“The lambda?”

“Check it again.”

Jack did, lips pursed, pad of paper nearly swallowed in his big meaty hand.

“What about--?”

“It squares. The units don’t balance otherwise. It originates from an integration step of λ*∂λ/∂t. It squares.”

Jack’s brow remained furrowed, firm, until delight cracked into his eyes, and he let out a laugh.

“Gods, my handwriting is gonna be the death of us. Mads,” he tapped something unseen on the second page. “That’s the genius of Vladdy. Cracked this puppy wide open with just a glance. I never noticed that in all my checking. That explains the missing 30%, at least. That explains how the portal took. Lucky for you Danny that Vlad was here—”

“Jack,” Maddie said.

“—your report can have the correct formula. It’ll be—”

“—Jack—”

“—A+ worthy—”

“—Jack,” Maddie said, curt. “Lambda is the ambient ecto-energy. It’s a few ten-thousandths of a unit.”

“It—huh.”

Maddie had surfaced a pen from her pocket. She sheared a few blank pages out from the back of the pad and started the formula fresh. She made quick work of copying it over, quicker work of solving it through – lambda-squared intact.

She hit the final line and hatched a pen mark beneath the number. Jack stared, confused.

“That can’t… no.”

He repeated the same. New pages torn loose. Formula copied over, processed, line by line by line—lambda squared—by line by line by line.

Jack settled on his answer. Same as Maddie’s.

Confusion made his face tense.

“So it’s not 70% of the way to the threshold… It’s 0.013% of the way to the threshold.”

He held the pen hard, his whole body holding firm and taut as the gears turned in his head. Jack’s eyes flickered across the formula, again and again and again. He looked to Maddie, like a dog issued a command he did not understand.

“But it worked,” he said, small. “But it worked.”

Jack stood, robotic almost, eyes lost in something far away. He disappeared into the lab almost as quickly as he had a few minutes before, but now he exited with a smoothness and a quietness so very uncharacteristic of him. It bothered Danny, somewhere deep in his gut.

Maddie followed, a possession matching Jack’s.

Danny’s fingers curled and uncurled. He’d succeeded. He’s successfully interrupted Vlad’s… whatever this was. But the disquiet infected him. He didn’t like it.

“So what does that mean?” Danny asked, perhaps to Vlad. “What’s wrong with the calculation?”

Vlad sipped on tea ice cold.

“Who knows?” Vlad lied.

…

The math didn’t work.

Maddie and Jack burned through paper, burned through pencils, burned through hours.

The math didn’t work.

Clothes stuck to skin. Sweat lingered fetid and stale in the cold basement air. Exhaustion beat like a slurry through their veins.

The math didn’t work.

The portal supervised all, placidly green, the light for their table, the light for their work when the lightbulb overhead burnt clean out and neither Jack nor Maddie could be pulled away to replace it. It stood, it watched, a testament of contradiction to everything they could not solve on paper, and yet everything they built directly into the fabric of reality.

And it should never have worked.

They threw every radical what-if they’d ever conceived over 20 years of ghost research.

The ecto-ether layer.

The latent activation stitches in space fabric.

The anti-ectomatter collision proposal.

The positive-feedback crystallization theory.

And still nothing worked.

All together, every crackpot theory in their favor taken for granted, racked them up to an activation energy 200x more potent than the calculation, and still just 2% of what would be needed to rip open, and hold open, a stable fissure between their reality and the ghost zone.

Maybe by pure luck, unfathomable luck, Fentonworks basement was directly situated atop a natural portal.

Maybe that would explain ripping it open. It did nothing to explain the stability. Natural portals were unstable by definition. There and gone in a few seconds. Not hours, days, weeks, months, a year, that the Fenton Portal had been open. Never so much as faltering.

It was late. 3am ticked away to 4am, and 4:30am. The discarded paper stacked higher than Jack and Maddie both. Calluses oozed from their hands at another attempt, and another, and another.

Maddie flipped through a folder’s worth of yellowed papers, aggressively thumbed over and over after two decades left untouched. And she settled on the one she’d passed over a few dozen times already, always seeking something else, something better.

This time she unsheathed it, and she placed it on the lab table.

“…If a mouse died. In the machine. If a mouse ran through the machine and accidentally bridged two live wires, and died of violent electrocution. 500 milliamps. Instantly melted into the circuitry.”

Maddie’s mouth was cotton-dry while she wrote. Ambient ecto-energy was low. Always very, very low.

Unless something very, very bad happened to something with the capacity to become a ghost.

The numbers wove. Maddie started the formula fresh, and it was pure muscle memory. A mouse. A big mouse, even. A 99th percentile beast of a mouse. And a wire that had been wired incorrectly. Something grounded that never actually grounded. An absolutely horrific amount of electricity.

0.37%, by pure numbers. If she included every permissive crackpot idea they had thrown on top, it topped out at 6% of the needed activation threshold.

Not a mouse.

“A cat,” Jack said, words gummy, tongue dry, face tired. “If we’ve got mice down here, maybe… a stray cat wandered in. Chased the mouse.”

Maddie nodded. It didn’t matter if it made sense.

She penned it in. A large cat. A devastating electrical short. Cats carried more ecto-potential than mice did. Ecto-potential did not necessarily go up with size. It went up with complexity. The things with the most ecto-potential were the things that most became ghosts.

1.45%, by pure numbers. 18% at absolute, absolute crackpot best.

“A dog,” Jack proposed with a shaky laugh. He swallowed. “A mouse… chased by a cat… chased by a dog… all electrocuted at once”

Maddie didn’t say the thing they both knew, which was that both of them would have noticed the evidence left behind by the electrically exploded pieces of a dog.

Maddie did it anyway. A mouse and a cat and a medium-sized dog, maybe just small enough to notice no evidence of, all together. All at once. All violently ripped apart, sacrificed to a machine still asleep in its wall.

Mice did not often make ghosts. Cats did not either. Dogs, occasionally. But infrequently. Very infrequently.

37%. At best.

“Jack.”

“Maddie, I know just—maybe something really smart—”

“—Jack—”

“—like an octopus—”

“Jack.”

“I hear, maybe, pigs are smart. If it was—”

Maddie was writing, already. Not for a pig. Not an octopus. Jack watched, and he knew what the numbers meant. The ecto-potential she penned gave her away. An ecto-potential that high.

65kg, an estimate

10,000 milliamps, a catastrophic accident, a death certificate.

A human’s amount of ecto-potential.

Maddie wrote.

And she wrote.

And she did not apply a single crackpot theory, not a single discredited proposal, not an ounce of exaggeration.

138%.

Threshold, and then some.

Comfortable, easily, then some.

For the first time, after all the hundreds of times she and Jack had penned this equation over the course of 2 decades, the number met her and Jack’s threshold.

A breakthrough.

A revelation.

A pure eureka moment.

Jack and Maddie were silent.

Alone in a humming basement. Alone with only the soft swirls of the portal for company, happy, stable, purring its contentment, singing to the cold air.

“It has to be something else,” Maddie said. And she said it weakly. And she said it childishly.

“You’re right. It can’t be this,” Jack echoed. “If someone died down here, we’d know. Dead bodies don’t walk away. We’d have seen it. O-or even if, if the body got stuck in the portal, we’d have heard of someone going missing.”

Maddie sat, quiet. A thought held her mind hostage.

“Unless they didn’t go missing,” Maddie said, and she said it barely audibly. “Unless the portal spit them right back out.”

“Then—that’s what I said—a dead body, on the floor, we’d have seen.”

“Not a dead body.”

“It had to be lethal, Mads—”

“I know Jack. But if they died, here, in the portal Jack, then their ghost did not get ripped away from the body and sent to the Ghost Zone. …They ripped the Ghost Zone here.” Palms slick with sweat smoothed over her notes. She pointed to one specific line and found her pen tip trembled no matter how badly she stabilized it. “The ecto-potential of a creature is how strong of a pull their ghost creates on the Ghost Zone. A strong enough pull means the ghost can reach the Ghost Zone and stabilize, like a fish reeling itself up, yeah? We agree on this Jack, yes?”

“Yes,” Jack answered.

“It’s what makes the math even work, Jack. Someone dying in the portal didn’t reel themselves to the boat. They reeled the boat in. Jack, they brought the Ghost Zone here…” Maddie wasn’t breathing right. She pulled sweat-soaked bangs away from her face. “Their ghost never left their body Jack. They died, Jack. And they walked back out.”

“…No. No,” Jack said. “No, they didn’t.”

“Then what?” Maddie asked.

Jack stared. He looked away. He didn’t like the expression on Maddie’s face.

“It—what about the ecto-ether theory?” Jack said, of the theory they’d tested and retested and tested all over, all night. He grabbed his pencil back up and pointed it aimlessly at Maddie’s piece of paper, pointed end out in self-defense. “If the ecto-ether is maybe… if it’s only 250-times stronger than we calculated. Then it could…”

Jack’s voice died. His pencil hung idle. Maddie’s paper remained unblemished.

“If it… was a pig,” Jack offered. “If it was a pig that died in the portal.”

“How, Jack? How would a pig get in? We lock all the doors at night, Jack. No one else can get in, Jack. It’s just us, Jack.”

Jack and Maddie were not there when the portal turned on.

Maddie’s statement carried two possibilities. Only two. Both felt like claws digging all the flesh right out of Jack’s heart.

“I want… I want to try the ecto-ether theory again,” Jack choked. “I think it’s the ecto-ether. I think it’ll work.”

Jack slid a piece of paper over, already covered in scribbles. In its single untouched corner, he started the equation for the several-thousandth time that night.

Above their head, birds were singing.

Sunrise hailed unseen from the windowless laboratory.

…

At 6am, Vlad answered his cell phone. The reception crackled, struggling through the layers of sheetrock above his head.

“Vlad?” Maddie’s voice crackled. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Not at all my dear.” Vlad leaned his weight against the wall, playing with the singsong melody in his voice. “But you sound exhausted. Is anything the matter?”

“Yes. Well… Yes. Jack and I have—all night—trying to fix the equation.”

“Naturally.”

“We found something that maybe works.”

“Oh?” Vlad asked. He straightened, pacing now, cracklingly attentive. “And what might that—”

“If someone died. Activating the portal. We have an on-switch inside the portal’s interior. The trigger we use to press it is external to the portal, of course. But if someone went inside the portal, and they pressed it directly, and if they died, and pulled the Ghost Zone here—”

Vlad’s red eyes reflected pools of iridescent green. He twirled his free hand in the fringes of his cape, tongue working over the fanged edges of his teeth. He stared, consumed, forward.

“—and just, you, I was thinking, you’re the only other expert I’d trust to… maybe weigh in.”

“What does Jack think?”

“He denies it. He’s still. He’s trying other theories.”

“Well who knows, surely? The answer may lie somewhere you haven’t looked.”

“…I’ve looked everywhere, Vlad. That's the thing. There is no more ‘somewhere else’. I’ve looked.”

“You sound like your mind is made up.”

“I just… if maybe you have some idea.”

“Am I meant to talk you out of this idea?”

“Vlad.”

“Do you think I have some secret information you don’t? Sorry to say, I’m just your skeptic.” Some noise came through muffled from the other side. Vlad flashed a smile. “But…as your skeptic I will offer you this—It all sounds a bit absurd, doesn’t it? To kill someone and have them come back intact and… for you to never notice? Who would they be? How would they be? Surely not human anymore, surely. How would you never notice?”

Vlad paced forward, booted feet clicking along his laboratory floor.

“It would be ridiculous,” he continued, with a building crescendo, “so unfathomably self-centered surely, to not notice something like that befall someone so close to you, who died at the hands of your own invention? …If I’m correctly inferring who, in your household, you suspect of having activated the portal?” Vlad’s tongue lingered along his teeth.

Maddie’s line held, quiet. And the seconds of static drew long.

“Ah, apologies. I’ve overstepped,” Vlad continued. “I meant this as a vote of confidence in you. You and Jack both. Two people as attentive, caring, compassionate as yourselves. You would notice. I promise.”

“You’re… Okay, thank you, Vlad. I appreciate it.”

“Is there anything else, my dear?”

“No. No. Thank you, Vlad. I’ll think about this.”

Maddie’s line clicked dead. A chuckle built to Vlad’s lips and he let his head tip back with mirth. It lasted only a moment. He stowed his phone. And as if the interruption had never happened, Vlad reaffixed his attention on his own portal swirling in front of him. It bathed him, swimming green, purring contentment.

And Vlad vanished into his portal.

(Chapter 2)

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS GIVES YOU THIS #its my favorite headcanon so here you get a fic of it

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evie-sturns · 2 months

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Sorry - Matt Sturniolo

summary: you and matt have been bickering the whole day, but one thing that comes out of his mouth accidentally makes you cry.

contains: arguing, crying, comforting, fluff.

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matt and i have spent the day out together, but hes been snapping at me for the smallest things. i've just brushed it off, i decided hes just tired and needs to get home.

"ready to go matt?" i ask, squeezing his hand as i heave myself up off the chairs in the mall.

"mhm.." matt hums, shutting off his phone and sitting up.

the loud chatter from crowds of people in the shopping center echos through my ears. matt walks ahead of me, i follow close behind as he walks through the double doors out into the parking lot.

he unlocks the car before letting himself in, shutting the car door behind him. "jesus" i mutter under my breath before opeing the passenger side and jumping in.

"so what should we get for dinner tonight?" i question, breaking the painfully loud silence.

"don't know" he replies quietly, his voice monotone.

"i could make us something?" i say, tapping my fingers on my leg as matt pulls out onto the street.

"sure." he responds with a slight nod of his head.

the rest of the car ride is silent, matt grips the steering wheel with both hands, taking sharp turns towards home.

"matt..?" i ask quietly,

"mhm" he mutters back,

"are you upset with me?" i say, my voice soft as i look directly on the road ahead.

"nope" matt sighs as he pulls into our garage.

i nod silently as he opens the door of the drivers side, he slams the door shut behind him and walking into the house. he doesnt even bother letting me out of the car, let alone leave the door to the house open.

i sit in the car for about a minute in silence, trying to think about what is actually pissing matt off today

i get out of the car and walk up the concrete stairs to our house, i approach the door to matt and i's bedroom, the door handle rattles before swinging open.

matt is sitting on his desk chair, scrolling on his phone. he doesn't even look up at me as i flop down on the bed.

i grab my airpods off our bedside table, accidentally knocking matts cup of coffee which has been marinating on the table for several hours.

the mug hits the wooden floor, the porcelain shattering and coffee painting the wooden planks.

i look up at matt, "shit-"

"can you actually fucking stop?" matt says, almost disgusted by me.

"you've been so annoying all day and i'm so sick of it. stop." he continues.

he stares directly into my eyes as those words exit his mouth.

i usually wouldn't cry if anyone said this to me, but today it feels so personal. they way hes been so uninterested in me, and now he says this to my face?

my eyes water as matt maintains eye contact, my bottom lip trembles as my throat feels like its practically closing in.

a loud sob exits my mouth as tears instantly start to stream down my face, my shoulders slouched and bouncing up and down as i stand infront of matt.

"you're being mean now matt" i say in between shaky breaths.

he stands in shock in front of me for a few seconds before grabbing me and pulling me into a passionately tight hug, he holds my head as i feel his hands shake slightly as he takes deep breaths.

after a few seconds i pull away from the hug "look at me, please" matt says, his voice soft as his mouth parts slightly.

i look up at him, my face drenched in tears. he bends over and picks me up, holding me up around his waist by my thighs.

he sits down on the bed with me, i'm sitting on his lap, almost straddling him as he sits back against the headboard.

"please don't cry, i promise i didn't mean to make you cry im so sorry-" matt rambles on, panic in his voice.

"i've been a proper dickhead today i don't know whats wrong with me i am so sorry"

i nod, he takes the sides of my face in his ringed hands, "i am so, so grateful to have you. i have been so tired recently and i've only been getting three or four hours of sleep a night because of nick, chris and is schedule for the past few weeks and its taken a toll on me"

"and its not your fault, nothing is okay?" he finishes, his eyes scanning my face for a reaction.

i nod "thank you", matt takes his hand and casually wipes the snot from under my nose.

"can you please give me a smile sweetheart?" he asks, his hands finally dropping slowly from the sides of my face down to my palms.

i wipe my eyes and give matt a somewhat ugly smile, matts face lights up "there she is" he smiles "gorgeous girl."

he taps my waist "do you want a shower?" he asks, its been a 'tradition' that matt and i have a shower together mosts nights.

"yeah" i smile warmly at matt, he sits up, picking me up off his lap and carrying me into his bathroom.

he sets me down on my feet and helps me get my clothes off, he follows, his clothes in a neat pile by the door.

i turn on the shower up to a high heat, the steam fogging the room.

matt steps in, "holy shit- i know i've been an asshole but do i deserve to be scolded alive- fuck." he laughs, his eyes scrunching and his wide grin plastered on his face.

"its nice!" i joke back, matt steps in again, trying to keep a straight face. "oh my god-" he whispers with a smile as he turns down the water temperature. "matt!!" i whine, slapping him lightly with a smirk "i had to" he says, reaching for the shampoo and squeezing it into his hand.

he rubs the shampoo into my hair, a comfortable silence fills the bathroom along with the sweet smell of strawberry shampoo.

suddenly matt breaks the silence,

"for the record, i did enjoy the mall with you earlier sweetheart, and i'm sorry i ruined it for you."

"awh matt, its okay i go to the mall every 2 days anyway." i coo back at him with a cheeky smile.

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matts smile btw in the shower heat cause i thought it was cute

#nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

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cottonconnielvr · 1 year

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if you’re still doing requests— can you do when plug!connie gets out of jail?

i gotchuuu guys 🫶🏾

WARNINGS ✩ — floor sex, stair sex, oral (fem receives), overstimulation, honestly not my best writing n i don’t rlly like this 😐

DT(S) ✩ — @undevidedattentionsblog @xocherishxo @tthatkidmimi @nydascienceguy

part one.

Your body was pressed against the cold marble floor. Your nipples were hard and sensitive.

Connie’s buff tattooed arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in a chokehold. His body laid on top of yours, covering you almost completely. His cock was buried inside your wet hole, thrusting relentlessly.

He used his strength to push you back on his dick. He had no choice but to make you take it all because you kept running away from him,which he hated.

You and Connie didn’t get to make it to the bedroom before he ripped all of your clothes off. He already ate you out in the parking lot after he was released to you, giving you crazy back shots as well. On the way home he fingered you will you drove, almost causing three accidents.

You knew how much Connie missed you, but you weren’t prepared for how rough he was about to fuck your shit up.

You struggled to breathe as Connie was knocking the breath out of you with his hard thrusts. You ass bounced back in ripples after Connie shoved his hips deeper inside you.

“F-fuck. Why you keep running from me mama, hmm? I thought you missed me” Connie whined and panted heavily in your ear, licking the side of your cheek.

“I….” You attempted to say but your sensitive cunt was getting absolutely wrecked.

“Hmm, you missed me baby?” Your hand reached out infront of you, trying to get a grip on the ground.

You nodded your head in pleasure, biting your lip as Connie rolled his hips into you. “Mmm i’m gonna c-cum again..” you whimpered into Connie’s bicep.

Your body tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Connie moaned in your ear. “Fuckkk I needed this so bad mami. I haven’t made you feel good in sooo long. It’s all my fault baby im so sorry” Connie rambled with his eyes rolled back, absolutely pussy drunk.

Connie could feel his sensitive cock pulsing.

“Cum wimme” Connie mumbled into your ear. You could feel your legs go numb as they shook. Connie practically humped you, trying to get as deep as he could.

“F-fuck” Connie cried out as you clenched around his length. His cum squirted deep inside you, followed by your cunt releasing your cum.

The living room was filled with your heavy breaths. You took the time to realize that you were still on the floor , right infront of the front door. Your clothes scattered on the floor, panties thrown over the couch.

Connie slide out of you with a whimper, watching cum slowly ooze out. It was such a filthy sight to see.

You jumped, feeling Connie’s hand slap your ass. You had so much you wanted to say to him. He was finally home.

But with the way your guts were rearranged, it was so hard to speak. Before you could process your recent orgasm, you felt Connie pick you up. Like instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You squeezed your arms around his neck, so happy he was here. The silence was somewhat comfortable. You and Connie mentally agreeing to just live in this moment.

As Connie walked up the stairs, you felt his still hard cock slip into your dripping hole. You immediately clenched around him, causing Connie to pause on the middle of the steps.

You winced due to how sensitive you were. You could feel Connie’s hands on your thighs, slowing bouncing you up and down.

You let out a groan of frustration, he can still keep going?

“Constancee ” You gasped out.

“Yeah ma? It feels good” His lips glide over yours as he turns towards the rail, letting you lean on it.

His thrusts pick up, his cock hitting you right in your cervix.

“ohh my g…” you bite your lip, holding onto Connie.

“S-shittt. you feel so good” Connie’s eyes roll back as his tip kisses that one spot.

You can feel your stomach start to clench already, you eyes tearing up again from overstimulation.

“Fuck daddy mm gonna cum again” you moan out as you feel the knot snap. Connie continued thrusting until you squirted, squirting his cook out. Connie held onto you as you covered his stomach in your wetness. “Damn” Connie mumbled to himself.

Your legs were shaking, completely loosing strength around Connie’s waist.

“I gotchu ma” Connie carried you to your bedroom. He took time to look around. You changed most of the decorations in the room, pictures of you and Connie all around the room. Connie laid you down on the bed before spreading your legs open and taking his place between them.

“You’ve came so much baby” Connie laughs as he lightly circles his finger around your clit. You jumped at his touch. “Please no more. I can’t take anymore daddy. Just let me please you” You reached your hand down to get his attention.

Connie interlocked his fingers with yours , shaking his head. “No I left you. I haven’t pleased you. I need to make up for it all. I need to make you feel so good” His soft hands ran up and down your thighs, softly kissing your inner thigh.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly. Your other hand reached down to push his head away but he only pushed your hand away.

He flicked his tongue on your clit, drowning in your wetness and moans.He rubbed two fingers up your slit before slowly pushing them in, curling them upwards.

“Go ahead and moan for me sweetie,” Connie fastened the pace of his fingers. “Let me know i’m making you feel good”

Your toes curled, body stilling for a moment. Connie slightly jumped at the sudden liquid that splashed against his face. Fuck he really had you so touch deprived. You were cumming faster than you ever had before.

Connie licked you once more before coming up to your face.

Connie sloppily kissed your sticky lips, his tongue sliding against yours.

“Fuck in the shower?”

#connie springer x reader #connie springer x black reader #connie snk #connie smut #connie springer x y/n #connie springer #connie springer x you #connie springer x black reader smut #aot connie #plug!connie x black reader #plug!connie #attack on titan eren #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot x black reader #aot x you #aot x reader #plug!eren #eren aot

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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months

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foreword: typing this from my phone while blitzed sorry if this is messy. lol. based off of those Hoard pics of Joe Quinn. edible arms. u get it.

+18 mdni. husky!neighbor!Eddie x Reader

Cw: mutual masturbation, desc of Eddie’s larger weight (but purely in a fat-positive manner. big boys are hot period), soft!dom from both sides, R has breasts + a V and a lot of feminine nicknames are used.

Your surprise visit to Eddie’s apartment in the middle of the night has taken an awkward turn when, in the midst of your familiar barging in and subsequent ramble about the latest drama at your work, you realize Eddie is out of breath just from standing behind the counter.

“did I… interrupt something?” you ask, the beginning of a tease in your voice, squinting at the visible sheen on his skin (peeking out from a faded tee and sweatpants hung low on those plush hips. not that you were staring, per se...) “do you have a girl over?”

he rolls his eyes. “only girl over here is you, sweetheart.”

you lean into your forearms across the countertop, dropping to a joking, salacious whisper- “so you were jacking off, then?”

what you don’t expect is Eddie to scoff and blush, but that’s what he does: rosy pink tingeing his cheeks, eyes darting to the floor.

“oh my god.” you straighten, taking a step back, suddenly self-conscious. “you actually were? i- i was joking.”

Eddie shakes out of his embarrassment, trying to mollify you. “nah, don’t sweat it, angel. you couldn’t have known. maybe we just go our separate ways for tonight and-“

“I was gonna go home and do the same, actually,” you blurt out, feeling warm yourself.

that gets you his eyes, intense and suddenly focused on yours.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” you take a step closer, rounding to his side of the counter. “I could… do it here. if you wanted.”

“holy shit,” Eddie murmurs, as you press against his front, his big arms automatically encircling your shoulders. “really?”

“where do you want me?”

“uhhh…” Eddie stalls for a moment then recovers. “the bed. my bed is good. let’s go in there.”

he leads you down the hall to his room, a bit of laundry hanging here and there but otherwise clean and lit by cozy lamplight.

“smells like boy in here.” you sigh happily with a gentle bounce onto the bed. you scoot towards the wall to make room on the bed for two, but when you look over, Eddie’s dragging a chair across the carpet to face you and sits in it.

“the hell are you doing?” you’re about to protest at the level of intimacy that you feel has ramped up in his favor, but Eddie just shrugs a shoulder.

“think of it this way, princess: you’ll get to watch me, too.”

his words stop you from complaining further. Eddie throws an arm over his shoulder to pull his t-shirt off, his guitar pick nestled just above the ornate crow tattoo covering his chest. staggering his feet on the ground, his thighs widen to show off the steadily-growing bulge in his sweats.

he’s fucking gorgeous. thick arms, a dark trail of hair smattering across the pudge of his stomach and dipping into his waistband. your mouth waters as you lie back on the pillows, wiggling out of your jeans and underwear without taking your eyes off of him.

Eddie palms himself through his pants, rings glinting in the low light.

when you spread yourself for him, the wet click of your stickiness between your fingers makes him moan.

“fuck yeah, sweetheart. touch that pretty clit for me.”

you obey, dipping your fingers down into the well of your wetness before rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves, hips bucking into your own touch.

“you can- ah- touch yourself, too.” your voice is strained but Eddie must’ve heard you; he wastes no time in pulling his sweats down around his balls, revealing a sizeable cock that drips precum steadily over his fist as he begins to stroke himself.

“fuck, Eddie,” you gasp, fingers working faster over your throbbing clit, other hand pawing at your nipples hardened through layers of fabric. “how’m I ever gonna take that?”

“we’ll work you up to it.”

that shouldn’t make you clench the way it does. “jesus, Eddie.”

there’s a slick noise with each of his movements, harsh slap of skin as he fucks into his own fist. “stick some fingers inside you, doll. how many can you take?”

the fingers on your clit stay but you slide your other hand to your mouth, sucking on the middle three before following them down the slope of your body to slowly push them into your gushing hole.

Eddie swears, hips snapping forward. “fuck yeah. just like that… be a good girl for me, curl ‘em up and fuck yourself.”

“wish it was you.” you’re letting the sound of Eddie’s fist set your own rhythm, eyes starting to roll back, wave of pleasure mounting. “wish it was your cock filling me up instead of my fingers…”

“next time,” Eddie says- and it’s the way he says is, all breathless assurance, that sends the wave crashing into you.

“fu-uuck…” the crown of your head tips back into the pillows, cunt clenching around your fingers as you come. through your own haze of peaking, you hear Eddie’s praises in rocky timbre.

“that’s it, baby. let it out. oh, fuck yes, you’re so hot- fuck, you’re gonna make me come-“

you open your eyes just in time to watch his shoulders curl in, ropes of cum shooting out of the ruddy head of his cock, painted against his chest and stomach, into the hair that’s fallen over his shoulders.

Eddie collapses back into his chair with a low-toned sigh, slack-jawed until you giggle him into speech again. “christ. that was incredible. goddamn. you're officially invited to interrupt my jacking off sessions any time, from now until the end of time."

#eddie munson x reader #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson smut #husky!neighbor!Eddie #Hoard #joseph quinn #+18 mdni

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lostgirlmuseum · 8 months

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Pulse 💗

Summary: Bucky can hear your heartbeat through the wall, and he can tell everything isn’t alright.

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader

Words: 600 (exactly 600, holy moly)

Warnings: None really, just mentions of anxiety and adhd. Wrote this within an hour, sorry if its bad

A/N: Self indulgent fic alert! This goes out to all my peeps who struggle with ADHD/anxiety. It sucks, but hang in there!

Divider credit: @saradika

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up from the papers on your desk.

A brief second passed, and the door creaked open. A cautious Bucky peeked his head in.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

You suddenly became aware of your leg bouncing 70 miles an hour, and forced yourself to stop.

“Yes, why?” You replied, ignoring the urge to get up and walk around.

“Well, I—” he hesitated, and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, “I was passing by and I heard your heartbeat going really fast—super hearing and all that,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“120,” you stated, glancing at your watch.

“What?”

“My heart rate is 120 right now.”

“That’s pretty high for just sitting,” he responded, having a hard time hiding his concern.

“Well, y’know, anxiety,” you breathily laughed, but it wasn’t that funny.

“What are you anxious about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing.” You sighed, lowering your pen and facing him. At this point he was now in your room, perched in front of your door.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Seriously, I’m kinda freaking out over nothing right now.”

“C’mon, you’re always telling me I’m valid for having concerns, you are too.”

“No, I mean there is literally no singular thing I’m anxious about right now—it’s just physical anxiety, the general feeling that I’m going crazy, or dying, I don’t know, both I guess. That sounds so dramatic. I really am fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but I am, yeah?” You rambled on and on, and cursed yourself when you noticed your leg had started bouncing again.

“I don’t think you’re okay, do you want me to bring you to Dr. Cho?”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think there’s much she can do. The worst of this should pass in thirty minutes anyway, it’s just my meds.”

“Oh.”

You could tell Bucky wanted to ask more, but wasn’t sure if it was polite.

“I have ADD. ADHD, whatever you want to call it. So I take medicine so I can focus on certain tasks, like these reports. And it does help me focus, but it’s also a stimulant, so it also gives me a lot of anxiety, which is totally awesome!” You scoffed.

“Why do you keep stopping your leg from bouncing?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to annoy you.”

“If bouncing your leg makes you feel better, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I feel like I’m embarrassing myself,” you whined.

Beep.

You looked at your watch.

“Oh, look at that, 126!”

“Do you—would…would a hug be something that would help you? Calm you down?” He offered, casually putting his arms out for emphasis.

“Sure, Bucky,” you smiled, and stood up to meet him halfway. You knew it wouldn’t fix it, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Bucky wrapped you in a big embrace, and you were shocked by how warm and teddy-like it was. You gave a small sigh, and rested your face in his neck, knowing you weren’t going to be the first to let go.

He held onto you for longer than you expected, just calmly swaying together in your room.

To your dismay, he eventually let go of you. You were about to thank him and return to your work, but he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your watch to his sight.

“107. Good, but I think we can do better than that,” he sweetly smiled, and wrapped you back up into his arms.

“It might take a while.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“As long as it takes.” He cooed.

A/N: Should be either A) studying for a history exam I have tmw, or B) writing my stupid essay that the rough draft is due tmw, but I wrote this instead bc I’m procrastinating HELP ME

#bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky angst #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes blurb #bucky blurb #bucky x gn!reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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hi could you please writer a spencer x reader where she finds out she is pregnant and comes to the office to tell spencer but doesn’t want everyone to know just yet??? thanks so much

A/N: I know I don't really write for Spencer that much anymore, but every time I do, it just feels like coming home... oh and i wrote this with the mindset that it was planned and that it finally happened, just fyi

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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“Um, hi, Y/n,” Spencer blinked, taken aback by your sudden appearance in the busy bullpen, “what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” you bounced nervously on your feet, “can we talk a moment? Alone?” glancing towards the familiar faces around him.

“Alright…”

“You can go up and talk in my office if you want,” the suit-clad man beside him chimed in.

“Thank you, Aaron,” you smiled gratefully, “I promise I won’t keep him too long.”

After the office door shut behind the both of you, Spencer’s co-workers still faintly visible through the slivers in the blinds, he spoke apprehensively, “so, what’s up, honey? What couldn’t wait a few hours before I got home?”

“I just couldn’t stop thinking about there suddenly being a case and you flying off to take care of that, and I think I might have just kinda blinked and now I’m here, with you, because I really wanna tell you this in person, not over the phone, and I don’t think I’d be able to wait till after you get back because I mean, sometimes that’s a lot of days and especially with this it will end up feeling even longer, so-”

“Y/n,” he grabbed both your hands, effectively cutting off your anxious rambles, “breathe a second, okay?” none of what you had blurted out so far had worked at calming his growing nerves, “what is it?”

Looking him in the eye, you then freed one of your hands and dipped it into your deep coat pocket, fishing out a small plastic stick and placing it in his still-open palm, “I kept having this nagging feeling,” you uttered softly as he inspected the item you’d given him, “so then I checked the calendar and noticed that I’m late and so I just went out and bought this and-”

“You’re pregnant?” he marvelled, tearing his eyes away from the test to look at you.

“Y-yeah,” you beamed.

“Oh my god… oh my god! Y/n!” his long arms pulled you into a tight hug, “I-… holy shit,” his giggle vibrated into you.

“I know,” you said just as joyfully as him.

Feeling his lips press messily against your hairline, he uttered, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” your arms tightened around him for but a moment before being disturbed by a knock at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Hotchner peeked his head through the door, “but Reid, we just got a case.”

“Yeah,” he slowly let go of you, still completely enraptured by the news, “I’ll be right with you.”

“Happy to see that you didn’t pop by just to break his heart, Y/n,” the stoic man joked before you responded giddily.

“Oh, no, actually, Aaron, I just found out that-”

“That, um,” Spencer cut in, nearly slapping his palm over your lips with how hastily he reacted, “we got the house we wanted to move into.”

“Really?” his boss’ dark eyebrow quirked up at the lie, “I didn’t know you guys were moving, you love your apartment so much.”

“Yeah, well,” Spencer shrugged, the smile still plastered to his face, “it’s just feeling a bit small these days…”

#lea’s writing #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid request #pregnant!reader #spencer reid x pregnant!reader

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takecareluv · 11 months

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vinnie hacker req! 🤍

u & vinnie getting matching tats and showing them off on his twitch stream <3

ink baby | vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 708

author’s note : i just reread your request and realized i forgot to add then showing them to vin’s stream, i’m sorry :/ i hope it’s still okay !! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

as hard as you tried to hide the jitterbugs that were crawling through your mind, they were quick to spread throughout your entire body, causing your legs to bounce uncontrollably and your fingers to tap dance across your thighs. a dead give away you were in fact nervous. and vinnie, knowing you like the back of his own hand, immediately picked up on your anxiety.

moving his right hand from the steering wheel, he placed it on top of yours, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze as to say i’m here and i love you.

“it’s gonna be okay, baby. there’s nothing to worry about. i’m gonna be right there with you.” he cooed, his voice instantly calming some of your nerves. “and we could always cancel if you’re not ready.”

while vinnie had been a veteran to the process, and pain, of getting a tattoo, you were a total newbie. your skin like a blank canvas waiting to be inked by the needle you were only slightly terrified of.

“no, no, i’m ready. i want to do this. i dunno why i’m so nervous. i guess i’m scared it’s going to hurt a lot,” you rambled.

“it’s okay to be nervous,” vinnie reassured. “i was too when i got my first tattoo. and look at me now,” he smiled, which caused you to let out a giggle.

“i’m happy you want to do this with me; that you feel comfortable enough to get your first tattoo with me.”

“of course i do, vin. you always make me feel so safe n comfortable. there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.” you reached over the center console to press a chaste kiss to vinnie’s cheek, prompting it to immediately flush a bright red.

. . .

for the remainder of the car ride, you sat in a comfortable silence; until finally, vin pulled into the first open spot in front of the small shop.

walking hand and hand into the building, you no longer felt the nerves that took over your body during the car ride over — you were ready to do this.

vinnie still went first to show you how the process went, and before you knew it, he was up and done — checking out the finished product through the mirror, leaving the chair empty and waiting for you.

“you ready, baby?”

you nodded with a small smile, “as i’ll ever be.” moving slowly into the daunting chair, you showed the artist exactly where you wanted the tattoo to go.

they quietly counted down before beginning your tattoo, as to give you a short warning.

three,

two,

one.

you let a short gasp as the needle first touched your skin — instinctively reaching for vinnie’s arm to hold him close to you.

“look at me, baby.” he pressed two fingers to your chin, turning you to face him. “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. breathe for me.”

your eyes stayed on vinnie as he used his thumb to stroke your cheek and whispered sweet praises in your ear.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you’re almost there, almost done.” vin cooed lovingly, causing you to now blush.

you continued to hold his hand as you began to play with the rings that adorned his fingers, a nervous habit of yours that vinnie didn’t at all mind if it meant keeping your anxiety at ease.

a few more minutes lost in each other’s eyes, and the needle finally stopped —knocking you back into reality. “you’re all done. did good for your first time.” the tattoo artist remarked, giving you a soft smile.

"you did so good, baby! i’m so proud of you,” vinnie smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before turning to the artist who was now cleaning up the station and preparing for their next client. “it looks great, man. thanks for doing this.”

eyeing the beautiful design that was now permanently inked on your skin forever, you grinned from ear to ear. “i love it so much!" you marveled, thanking the artist as well.

after paying and bidding farewell to the shop owner, vin turned back to you, “how ‘bout we go get some ice cream, hm? what do you think, princess?”

i simply do not know how to end fics. i hate this

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagines

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planetflorxa · 1 year

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You’re a f*cking pornstar

Notice: I’ve been writing this on and off since december so here it is i guess. I was just horny and wanted to get to the smut as quick as possible i will revise this.

Warnings: There is a p0rn link you can click on it but you don’t have to. Mommy kink (I have a HUGE ONE), Lesbian sex, slapping, squirting, degrading, overstimulating

How Mikasa became a pornstar in the first place:

One day mikasa was talking to one of her old friends from high school and they were telling her about all this money they were making from doing porn and only fans. So mikasa decided she should just do it too because she was young single and she really had nothing to lose.

For her first video she was just riding a dildo on the floor. She was facing away from the camera with only her ass in sight. She took precautions to coverup all her tattoos so she would be unrecognizable. Her ass was bouncing and she was just letting out very soft moans. When she checked the comments it was way more girls in the comments saying things like “Oh i’m so gay” “oh my god she’s only for the women now” and she liked that more than she’d care to admit. So she catered to women she would try on straps that she would detach and use as dildos. she would very often than not refer to the viewer having a pussy saying things like “I know you’re so wet just watching me” and well that made a lot of men mad. And almost a year later she was still doing it.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

You were one of Mikasa best friends so she felt like she could talk to you about anything. Which is why she invited you over to her house that day. It was 6’oclock when you arrived. She was taking a long time to come to the door and we’re getting impatient since you came straight from work. You wanted to get off your feet and just relax. You started thinking about sleep before her opening the door interrupted your thoughts “Hi sorry i was peeing” she said swinging the door open and wiping her wet hands on her tank “it’s fine i’m just tired” if she said ears hers would’ve deflated when she heard you say that. She didn’t like seeing you stress out because of work she cared for her friend very much. “Okay come in i’ll start the tea” she opened the door wider so you could come in. You see a tripod standing off to the side like she moved it out the way just before you came in. You looked at her and saw how her short hair was longer

But nevertheless you just sat down. “what did you want to talk to me about mikasa?” You said feeling yourself getting sleep you knew you couldn’t hang on any longer unless you got your energy flowing. “I wanna talk about kinks and sex” and that right there did it. You eyes widen and you shifted in your seat instead of slumping down you were sitting upright. “Uh umm why?” You asked watching her walk about over to you with two cups on tea in one hand and a plate of your favorite cookies in the other. “As you know i’m a pornstar and i can’t talk to just anybody about it so i wanna know what you like” She said fixing her hair looking you directly in you eyes “ok but your porn has literally nothing to do with me” You said not sure if you should feel uncomfortable or not.

“ok we’ll i go first so you won’t feel weird” she said placing her cup on the table infront of you like you once did. “Okay” “well when i’m with ma- we’ll that’s not really important now is it” she laughed lowering her eyes onto your sluggish body. “Well when i’m with women i like almost everything.” she continued “I really like inflicting pain, edging, overstimulating, and degrading. Still trying to figure out if i want it all done to me or if i want to do it to someone else. I kinda lack experience when it comes to women because the women i’ve been into just wanted to be vanilla which i don’t have a problem with.” “oh okay” you chimed in so she wouldn’t feel like she was rambling but you were getting nervous to talk about what you liked because you lacked a sex life “when i’m watching porn well the ones that are real and not staged, degradation really gets to me and i thought it was because i wanted to be i the position of the one getting degraded but it’s the other way around.” She said getting up to go get the sugar and honey she forgot. “also i don’t know if i’d like it if i were to actually happen but when people are really whiny and clingy during sex it’s very attractive but that’s all i can think of on the spot” she said smiling like this was normal “ok so it’s your turn.” she said as she walked back over to the couch.

“uh the same i guess” you said looking down at your lap “NOOO y/n don’t be shy actually tell me” she said lifting your head up so she could see your face. “No seriously well that and a mommy kink but from what i read i think i’d-” “READ” she said cutting you off “you read sex books?” she said throwing her head back laughing at you “yeah? but don’t say it like that” you said now looking down looking ashamed

“don’t be embarrassed” she said placing her hand on your thigh “what are something’s you’ve read that you would like to try?"

“well….”

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“Ride” mikasa whispered in your ear “i can’t” you tried to whisper back but just ended up yelling “okay fine” she adjusted on the couch and planted her feet on the floor. She glanced over your shoulder looking at your ass through the camera and smirked. She pounded up into you and you could no longer hold yourself up falling over into her arms. “Can you say my name pretty girl please~” Mikasa whimpered but she didn’t know how much that’ll get to you until she felt your body shiver. “Say it for me please” she whimpered again slapping your ass this time. “AHH FUCK okay” you moaned out loud. she stopped moving and grabbed your face. “say it for me” she said kissing you. She didn’t let your face talking right against your lips. (This is what i mean just the talking part : Lmao) “Mommy” “yeah that’s right” she said kissing your forehead “please fuck me mommy”

She planted her feet on the ground about to pound up into you again. She was holding your waist like a hug and fucking up into you and you felt yourself about to cum but it felt so much more powerful. This is probably the best sex you’ve ever had. Everything felt more intensified. The way your clit was rubbing against her. The way she angled the dildo up to ram into your g-spot you were gonna cum hard “Mik- mommy” you said looking at her with tear in your eyes “i can’t anymore” “Oh but you you can” she said talking against your lips again. You slumped down dropping your head on her shoulder moaning and breathing deeply into her neck. You wanna cum so bad. This is your first time having penetrative sex and you feel like your addicted now. “Think i’m gonna cum” she didn’t say anything she just started ramming into you harder you didn’t even know that was possible. “FUCK! WAIT” You felt yourself about to cum but you couldn’t breath you just started gripping and digging your nails into her back trying to get impossibly closer.

You let out a loud moan and felt something inside of you break. You heard liquid hitting the floor behind you and you just slumped down. You couldn’t do anything else but just twitch and whimper in her grasp. “fuckkkk i’m so happy i got that on camera” she said now grinding into you instead of pounding. She said nothing else after that she get pulled you into her and started kiss your lips. She then slid you off her and laid you back on the couch going over to angle the camera down. She then came over to you and parted your legs apart. “Mikasa please i can-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because she slapped the shit out of you. “Shut the fuck up i didn’t ask now did it” she said grabbing your face “answer me y/n” “no mommy” you said quietly with tears in your eyes “exactly”

she started to go down on you. Sucking and licking your clit alternating between the two. She put her fingers infront of your face obviously wanting you to suck them so you did. Nothing with her was easy though she stuff them deep in your throat making you gag. “Fuck you’re a slut aren’t you” “yes” she inserted her fingers inside you and went straight for the spot she knew was there. You almost snapped your legs closed but you knew what would happen if you did…so you closed them. She stopped sucking you clit and her fingers started to slow down. She looked up at you with a glare. She said nothing she just slapped you. “y/n don’t try me” she went back to what she was doing but going harder this time.

Sucking and fingering you like she was digging for gold like her life depended on it. You were about to come again you felt so sensitive and felt like you were gonna pass out. It felt so good you couldn’t even even get it out. You wanted to tell her. But you’re pretty sure she realized because you started squirting all over her face. “FUCKKK MIKASA STop stop pl-” you were cumming so hard your brain felt like it was shaking. Your body was trembling and your toes were curling. You tried to push her off but she wouldn’t stop. She added another finger now fingering you with three. She looked so hot. Her face was soaked in your cum and her eyes was closed focused on eating you like you were her first meal after months. Your eyes were rolling back and your legs were kicking out and squeezing over her head. She didn’t get mad at you because she knew you were sensitive but she didn’t care enough. “You’re gonna cum again i feel you” she whispered against your pussy. She was right. Your back started lifting off the couch you weren’t moaning anymore you were screaming and shaking. Your ears lost all ability to hear and your breath was gone. You came for hopefully the last time tonight “Aww are you okay pretty girl?” she asked you kissing your thighs and looking up at your tear filled eyes

“Yes”

#mikasa aot #mikasa smut #wlw ns/fw #lgbtq #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #anime smut #wlw smut #wlw mood #smut #mdni #aot x you

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Drunk love confessions w Eddie please?

[9K. Eddie Munson x F!Reader - Drunk confessions, best friends to lovers, Eddie being a menace and friends who are extremely touchy and too dumb to realise it's because they're in love.]

A/N: I'm sorry for how late this is, writing has been a nightmare lately. Also shout out to @acourtofsnakes for being my biggest motivator, the most supportive friend I could ever ask for and for putting up with my shit because I sent a thousand snippets daily asking if they made sense. ILY 💕

Even when it was Valentine's day it wasn’t all that surprising to open your door to a random knock and find Eddie Munson staring back at you. He was your best friend after all.

What was surprising however, was to open your door at nearly midnight, bleary eyed and more than a little bit annoyed, to a sheepish looking Steve Harrington.

His usually perfect hair was in wild disarray from the winter winds still sweeping through Hawkins and there was a hesitant smile on his face, all boyish charm and sweetness, like he was already intent on persuading you to forgive him before you even knew why.

But then you had taken a closer look, letting the light from inside spill out onto the porch to reveal that Steve wasn’t alone. Appearing to be struggling with a rather drunk Eddie, arms straining, looped around the longer haired boy who instead of being on the ‘hot date’ he’d been rambling about having all week, was half asleep, swaying back and forth into his friend’s side.

"He called me to come get him but when I got there he wouldn’t stop asking for you.” Steve explained before you had the chance to ask, grumbling good naturedly. “Didn’t wanna drop him off home and risk him having the genius idea of trying to get here himself, s’that okay?”

You nodded in response, still a little confused but you couldn’t stop yourself from softening.

Chest warming as you mumbled a quick ‘of course’ and tried to bite back the laugh that was threatening to bubble up at the way Eddie was trying to use Steve like some kind of pillow. The wild mess of his curls spilling down to cover his face as his head fell to the other boy’s shoulder with a quiet groan, ringed fingers curling into the fabric of Steve’s jumper and voice rough as he grumbled your name again, again, again.

"Yeah, she's here, man." Steve chuckled, his tone surprisingly gentle, a fond type of exasperated as he nudged his shoulder into the rosy squish of Eddie's cheek. "You wanna wake up now so you can actually see her?"

To your surprise he actually listened.

His head snapping up quicker than you anticipated, curls bouncing with the movement and brown eyes a touch glazed over, just that little bit unfocused, before they locked on you and then his mouth split into a blinding grin. The kind that made his whole face light up and your heart flip all too wild behind your ribs.

"There’s my pretty girl." He cooed loudly and you heard Steve snort, something that sounded an awful lot like ‘very smooth Munson, jesus christ’ muttered under his breath whilst he fought to remain upright against the weight of Eddie leaning his entire body in your direction.

You did laugh then.

A bright, flustered thing that you were unable to resist any longer, along with the way your arms opened on reflex to wrap around the boy when he finally managed to break free of his friend’s hold, hands batting furiously at Steve’s as he twisted away, and only stumbled slightly in his determination to swoop you up into hug that was all leather, cheap beer and the smoky bite of whiskey - weed and the spice of his shampoo where his hair tickled at your nose.

"Hey sweets.” He whispered, humming happily as he pushed a messy kiss to your hairline.

God, why did that make you want to melt.

"Hey Eddie, you okay?” You asked softly, one hand rubbing gentle circles on his back and the other reaching up to cradle the back of his head. It made him snuggle into you further, ducking down so he could press his face into the warm crook of your neck as his arms tightened and you prayed he was too drunk to notice the way your pulse thrummed faster when he spoke, soft lips brushing against sensitive skin.

"‘Am now.”

You froze for just a second, lips parted, blinking once, twice, just to make sure you had really heard what you thought you had and when it did fully register you wondered if the heat radiating off your cheeks was as obvious as it felt.

A quick glance at Steve told you it was. Your friend looking at you and Eddie all huddled together with an endless amount of amusement and affection, eyes twinkling as he grinned, shining like there was something he knew that you didn’t.

"Okay then, that’s good I guess,” You croaked out, voice a little too affected for your liking, coughing slightly in attempt to cover the sudden shyness you felt before you told the other boy. “I better get him to bed before he falls asleep standing up.”

Steve chuckled at that. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” He added, snorting at the ‘hey, screw you Harrington, it was one time’ that sounded from the metalhead still needily curling himself around you. “You need a hand hauling his ass upstairs?”

You considered it but then poor Steve was desperately trying to fight a vicious yawn and failing, his eyes tired despite the way they crinkled as he smiled when you gave him a mothering look and made a shooing motion with the hand that wasn’t still making gentle strokes down Eddie’s back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got him, go get some sleep, yeah? And thank you for bringing him.”

He hesitated but ultimately didn’t argue and you waved him goodbye as he drove away before shutting the door. Turning your full attention to your best friend who had slowly become suspiciously heavier, arms loosely folded around your waist and hands still, where only moments before they’d been trailing patterns along your spine.

"Eddie?”

Nothing.

"Eds?” You tried again and when there was no response a second time your eyes narrowed, suspicious.

The boy remained limp as your hands snuck past denim and leather, his breathing light and even whilst your fingers crept up his vest covered sides until you met torn fabric and then smooth, warm skin.

You let them rest there just a moment, waiting, and when he made no move to give up the pretence of sleep that you suspected, you dug them in a little firmer, tickling across his ribs until you heard a choked laugh and felt the stretch of his grin against your neck.

"Just let me sleep here, m’comfy.” He whined when you took to the task with more enthusiasm, snickering as he protested. But he was still laughing as he jerked and thrashed, dramatic as ever, and then he threw himself out of your arms, cheeks flushed and dimples showing despite the glare he attempted to pin you with, snapping. “Fuckin’ devil woman, give me peace.”

There was no heat behind it and you smiled sweetly in return, reaching over to poke him in the cheek before pointing in the direction of the staircase. “I’ll give you peace Munson when you get your ass upstairs so we can go to bed.”

He raised his brows at the demand, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Are you trying to seduce me sweetheart? Do I need to call Steve to come back and protect my virtue, save my poor innocent soul from being snatched by a temptress?” Eddie asked playfully, all faux horror and scandalised expression, a hand pressed to his heart as he choked down a bark of laughter at the way you stared at him, incredulous.

"Jesus christ.”

"No, I’m Eddie, remember? If you’re tryin’ to seduce a man at least get his name right, babe.”

You threw your arms up in the air, let out a long-suffering groan whilst the boy cackled and then you were marching towards him, fingers twisting in denim as you shoved him in front of you and walked him in the direction of the stairs and to your room.

"Shit, okay, I’m going.” He yelped, sniggering when he heard you grumbling behind him as he deliberately leaned his full weight back into the press of your hand and tsked, voice full of tease. “So fuckin’ pushy, you're lucky the whole bossy thing works with me.”

There was a familiar routine to the way you entered your bedroom. The kind that developed after countless nights of Eddie deciding it was too late to drive home despite the journey only being five minutes, of you both refusing to let the other take the couch that very first time until you eventually agreed, with shy smiles and faux nonchalant shrugs, that it was no big deal if you just shared the bed. Friends totally do that, right?

It happened enough that he claimed a side and a drawer, that tapes and other trinkets of his littered the tops of your dressers, mixing with yours, and you’d even bought an ashtray and a spare lighter especially for the bedside table on his side.

And it happened enough for it to be second nature for Eddie to veer left and you right, clumsily kicking his shoes off before he fell into the bed with a contented groan and turning just time in to catch the old, faded sweats he left the last time he stayed that you threw before they could slap him in the face.

"You smell like a brewery Eds, don’t even think of getting in that bed until you’ve changed.”

"Mean.” He groaned but he hauled himself back up and did as you asked, shrugging off denim and leather in one go until all he was left in was tight, black jeans and a slashed up vest that showed more tattoos and bare skin than it possibly hid. His silver chain glinting prettily where it lay against his collarbones.

And oh fuck, you were staring.

Despite the fear that prickled at your skin at the thought of being caught, it felt impossible not to.

Because Eddie had always been far too pretty, a heartbreaking kind of gorgeous really, and if that wasn’t distracting enough, then the way his muscles moved as he yanked the vest over his head before dropping his hands to his belt certainly was.

You swallowed hard, throat suddenly dry when you realised your eyes had followed, fixed on the flex of his hands, and you couldn’t stop from wondering if they’d look just as perfect dragging up your bare waist, gripping at your thighs.

Maybe circling your neck, cupping your chin, rings glittering in the low lamplight before his lips descended on yours.

Jesus.

You wrenched your gaze away, fully intending it to land somewhere more decent. Somewhere that wasn’t your best friend and where it couldn’t ruin that easy bond you’d always had with the boy by giving all your secrets away.

But it felt like there was some kind of higher power at play, some hand of fate kind of bullshit that brought it straight back to Eddie, to his eyes that were already watching you, darker than usual and more than a little wild.

It was a look that made your breath catch in your chest. Cheeks flaming with heat, heart slamming against your ribs hard enough you thought your bones might shatter, and god, could he hear it?

You already knew by the look on his face that Eddie had seen every single second of your staring, that he’d been able to guess every little thought that swam through your mind and revealed themselves in the brief flash of want in your expression before you could shove it back down.

You just hadn’t noticed him doing the same.

His gaze lingering on his shirt that you were wrapped up in, the way the hem was as long as the length of your sleep shorts and made it seem like you were wearing nothing else, the way it made you look too soft, too enticing, too much like you were his and when his eyes snapped back up to yours he looked at you like you were something dangerous.

Like you were making him want something he shouldn’t ask for, or at least, didn’t think he could.

You licked your lips, a nervous sweep of your tongue as the air in the room seemed to thicken, and his gaze followed the movement hungrily as if he wished it was his mouth sliding over them instead.

But then the wind was howling, branches smacking and scraping at your window, the sound bringing reality crashing back in and making you both flinch.

Eddie’s cheeks were pink and his lips parted, a strangled noise slipping past them as he tried to speak, managing only a pitiful stutter, and suddenly you couldn’t look at him. Eyes squeezing shut and mortification burning in your throat as you spun round before you could make an even bigger mistake than you already had, because what the hell were you doing?

What were you thinking?

This was Eddie.

Eddie, who you swore to never let your feelings for ruin your friendship.

Eddie, who you were convinced was still very much drunk and you very much weren’t.

It felt wrong. It felt like you were begging to have your feelings hurt when the boy became clear headed enough to realise that the person he was looking at like he wanted to push them down onto the bed and devour, happened to be his best friend and inevitably freaked the fuck out.

He had just come back from a date with someone else after all, a date that he would have never thought to ask you on and despite the fact that you suspected it must not have gone well given his current state, it didn’t really make you feel any better or lessen the sting of jealousy that felt like barbed wire snaking through your ribs.

You continued to face the wall as he changed, cheeks still burning and a sick feeling bubbling in your stomach.

But your gaze was unfocused as it flickered over rows of polaroids, fairy lights that were hung a little messy and uneven, the old ticket stubs dotted about randomly that you’d refused to throw away and used as decoration instead.

Your mind far too aware of the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the chains on his jeans clinking quietly before the denim hit the floor with a soft thud.

The silence that spread through the room after felt overwhelming, like it amplified every little movement either one of you made, the breaths you both took that made your chests fall a little too quick, a little uneven still, and when Eddie finally cleared his throat you tensed at the way it broke the quiet so harshly it felt like he’d made the noise directly in your ear.

"It’s okay - if you wanna turn around now, I mean.” He muttered softly.

It still felt like too much to look at him, maybe even more now when all you could see out of the corner of your eye before you walked towards the little lamp on your desk was messy hair and bare skin. Sweats slung low on his hips and big, brown eyes that seemed to be pleading with you to meet their stare and melt back into your usual softness with him like nothing had happened.

You couldn’t.

Not yet.

So you flicked the light off whilst the boy sighed and slipped beneath the covers, shoving his face into a pillow that smelled faintly like you as he squeezed his eyes shut before they flashed open again when he heard your approaching footsteps.

Eddie swallowed as you drifted close, throat bobbing when the air between you seemed to hum again once there was less of it. He held his breath as you reached above him to draw the curtains tighter, knowing how much the boy hated any hint of sunlight first thing in the morning.

There were nerves all lit up inside him that he hadn’t been able to shake all night, fondness fizzing in his chest when he heard the sound of the unopened bottle of water you’d brought up for yourself being set down next to the pile of his rings, the rattle of painkillers being plucked from the draw following before you moved around the bed and pulled back the sheets to climb in beside him.

He couldn’t help but hate what felt like an ocean of cool sheets that you deliberately left between you, hated that you didn’t push into his side and press your legs to his to steal his heat like you usually did.

Hated the way you lay stiff with tension in your own bed, facing the ceiling he had helped you paint one summer instead of facing him like you would when you would whisper with him, nose to nose, until the sun came up.

And when you did finally turn, a soft frown on your face as you wriggled to find a more comfortable position, he hated that your eyes widened slightly with panic when you finally noticed he was watching you.

It made his brows pull together in a distressed frown - his throat tight with guilt when you quickly glanced down at your hands that were knotting in the bed sheets, an anxious habit he despised being the cause of because fuck, the last thing Eddie had ever wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable because he couldn’t keep his own feelings in check.

For the longest time he looked at you like he wanted to say something, working his jaw like he wanted to address what had happened and apologise but couldn’t find the right words, his eyes soft and sad in the pale slip of moonlight from the window.

And then he seemed to think better of it.

You were caught off guard when he smiled instead. A soft grin that was all easy warmth and a touch playful as he reached to poke a finger to your cheek and whispered, “thanks for taking care of me, sweets.”

You huffed out a laugh like you couldn't help yourself and the boy took it as small progress when you visibly relaxed, getting more and more dramatic with his prodding and tickling until he could feel the way your body vibrated with the giggles bubbling up from your chest and you’d allowed yourself to sink fully into the bed, rolling closer as you tried to fend him off.

"Someone has to make sure you’ll be alive enough to take us for breakfast in the morning.” You whispered back sternly when your face re-emerged from its hiding place in the mattress. But your smile was matching Eddie’s, growing wider when he caught the hand you tried to bat his away with and gently pinched at your fingers.

"So you’re only being nice so you can use me.” He gasped theatrically and propped himself up on an elbow to stare down at you, all over the top stricken expression as he stifled a laugh when you shoved your face into the pillow and groaned. “How could my best friend betray me like this?”

You turned your head back to face him, rolling your eyes before levelling him with a thoughtful stare. “I wouldn’t call it using,” you mused, slipping your arm under your pillow and beneath your head as you yawned, “more like cashing in straight away on a debt, y’know, since you woke me up in the middle of the night. Which, as my best friend, you’ll remember makes me very grumpy in the morning.”

Eddie nodded, bangs falling into his eyes as he did so. He was serious for all of a second before he let himself fall back into the mused sheet with a guilty grin, hair spilling everywhere and the movement making your body lean into the dip he created, suddenly closer to the boy than before.

"Touche.”

The word came out in a small huff that you felt it against your cheek, a soft thing that made your lashes flutter and when you glanced up at him you found him looking at you with gentle eyes, all brown sugar sweet and lovely as he smiled, full of affection.

It made the last of the left-over tension fizzle away, turning the air softer, warmer, as Eddie drew lines along your fingers with his own before he slotted them together.

You hadn’t even realised he was still holding your hand.

"You win, babe,” He murmured, almost too quiet to hear, his thumb rubbing slow against your skin, touch worshipful as he traced the faint scar on your hand that was proof monsters were never simply just part of stories, and if he noticed the way you inhaled a little shakily, well, he did his best not to show it.

“I’ll do anything you want, maybe take you to that bakery you like and buy you coffee so you’ll stop hissing at me and then so many of those cinnamon things that like that you’ll go into a sugar coma and I’ll have to carry you out.”

You snorted and Eddie beamed like he’d hit the jackpot, encouraged by the sound as he arched a brow like he was begging you to argue.

"I don’t hiss.” You muttered petulantly, full of false indignation whilst you scrunched your nose to hide your grin and knocked your knee against his.

His gaze shone at you, eyes bright and twinkling with mirth in the dark, and when he managed to fend off your attack by hooking a leg over yours to trap it between his own, he continued with a teasing scoff.

“You do. You’re like some kind of rabid raccoon when you wake up, I’m lucky I still have both eyes and all my fingers.” He wiggled the ones resting snug around yours for emphasis and you snorted. “Now shut up, I’m trying to impress you with my plan to get back in your good graces.”

You scoffed, too amused to be truly offended, and gestured with your linked hands as if to say ‘well go on then’

Okay, so after I’ve carried you out of the bakery, we’d go to the bookstore,” the boy told you, gaze knowing and smile a little smug when he noticed that he’d caught your attention despite the way you tried to hide it from him.

"Always a pretty foolproof plan - which one though?”

"Not the fancy one where the housewives hog the couches pretending to talk about their weekly book club read,” Eddie assured you, his voice dropping to a scandalised hush, the fingers that weren’t holding yours tugging at his curls to hide a salacious grin as he whispered, “when instead they’re bitching about how their husbands don’t satisfy them anymore and how they’ve had to resort to fucking the pool boy so they can feel young again.”

"Of course,” You choked on a laugh, a startled, delighted sound that made Eddie’s heart stutter and his chest ache with warmth. “Can’t have them cheapening the wholesome moment when I’m overcome with the joy of being surrounded by books and finally forgive you.”

"Exactly.” He replied sagely. “So we’re gonna go to that one near Oak instead with the shit ton of stacks everywhere that threaten to fall and crush you if you breathe near them. Works better in my favour if I get to save you from a gruesome death.”

You nodded, only looking half as serious as Eddie thanks to the way you could barely stop the threat of giggles rising in your throat. “I get it, totally get extra brownie points for a hero moment.”

"Right? And then maybe I’ll get you one of the books you stare at all longingly everytime we go in 'cause for some reason you act like it’s a fuckin’ crime to treat yourself once in a while-”

"-I do not! I just have other things that kind of have to take priority, y’know like bills and stuff. ”

"Same thing.” Eddie dismissed, but his voice was softly teasing and his gaze understanding as he fingers tapped a random beat against your hand. “Anyway, after that we’ll rent some movies and get some snacks, maybe horrors so I can be all charming and let you hold my hand when it gets scary, we’ll get pizza for dinner and by the end of it you’ll have totally forgot that I crashed your romantic night with yourself and ruined your sleep.”

You stared at him. “And that’s all it’s gonna take, huh?”

"Don’t pretend you’re not impressed, sweetheart.” He grinned knowingly, looking too proud of himself as his hand slipped out of yours to prod a finger to where your cheeks were appled, aching from smiling far too long.

He wished he could kiss them instead, brush his lips over the soft heat that bloomed after his touch made you realise you never really had stopped smiling from the moment he started speaking. “Look at you, just dyin’ to forgive me right now, I can tell.”

You hated that he was right.

Not about you dying to forgive him now, because the truth was Eddie hadn’t actually done anything to need forgiveness. No, it was the fact that if you were ever genuinely mad and the boy did all that for you, you knew in your bones you would fold in a pathetic, lovesick heartbeat.

It was the fact that Eddie knew it too, he just hadn’t figured out why.

Yet.

So you swatted at him once again and tried to discreetly shuffle back whilst he was distracted threatening to snap his teeth down on your fingers.

You were praying for some distance, needed it so you could breathe without the scent of him making you feel weak. So you could hide in the dark for the moment it would take to stop looking at him like he’d shoved his hand inside your chest, wrapped long fingers around your heart and slipped it out to put it where it belonged. With him.

But your legs were still tangled with Eddie’s and your body was against you when he clamped his legs down to stop you from slipping away. Turned traitor by the feel of soft fleece pressing to your bare calves, the muscles of his arms flexing when he threw one over your waist and pushed the other one beneath you to roll you on top of him.

His biceps were warm where you caught at him with your hands to steady yourself and as he shifted a little higher up the pillow, stretching until he found himself comfortable, you cursed the way it made your belly swoop and dip.

"See, you can’t even deny it can you?” Eddie prompted and you felt it rumble from his chest to your own, his chin dipped to peer down at you and cheeks dimpling as his grin turned smug. Unbelievably delighted that you had yet to refute him.

You wrinkled your nose when he tapped a finger there, if only to hide the shock that lingered on your face, the way you felt flushed all over because there was no part of you that wasn’t touching him and jesus christ, it felt like his hands resting on your sides were burning through the thin material of your shirt. Threatening to brand the skin beneath.

"What, no– I mean yes– I mean, shit, you know what I mean asshole.” You finished with a scowl and prayed your rambling had sounded less frantic to Eddie than it had to your own ears.

Though judging by the way he arched a brow at you, gaze dancing with withheld laughter, you would guess you had failed there too.

"Uh huh, but feel free to keep tryin’ to enlighten me anyway.”

“I was actually just wondering,” you began, all false confidence just to hide the fact you were still unsure of where you were going with it.

Stalling just a little because it was hard to remember what you had been wondering before he had decided to use you as a blanket, your chest now lying atop his abdomen, stomach resting against his hips and legs cradled between his own.

You let go of his arms to fold your hands at the centre of his chest, settling your chin there, and his eyes softened as they roamed your face, waiting for you to continue. “Okay, so how does it make sense that you can pull off something like that and yet you’re here with me, drunk, instead of on your date swooning the hell out of Sarah?”

"Sam.”

"Same thing.”

"Not even close, sweetheart.”

"At least I got the first two letters right, unlike you with the last guy I dated.” You shot back.

Eddie shrugged. “He looked like a Danny.” He argued mildly but his gaze was playful, bottom lip tucked between his teeth to hold back the laugh threatening to escape when you threw a death glare his way.

"His name was Matthew.” You deadpanned and the boy snorted, throwing his hands up in a placating gesture when it looked like you might rip the pillow from beneath his head and smother him with it.

But then you were shaking your head instead, an accusatory finger jabbed to his chest and you rolled your eyes when he frowned and muttered a petulant ‘ow’.

“Hang on, why are we even arguing this again? Answer the question Munson - did you try to take her to skull rock again? ‘Cause I don’t give a damn what Steve says, just because you take a fucking picnic it doesn’t suddenly make a make out spot romantic”

He made a disturbed noise and shook his head but you didn’t miss the way his face fell a little at you bringing up the date again, smile half-hearted at best, and even the dark couldn’t hide the way his eyes had dimmed. His thumbs that had been dragging small, steady circles over the sides of your ribs faltering as he dropped his gaze from yours.

It made you gentle yourself - the sense of protectiveness that tightened your chest taking over and urging you to shuffle your way up his body until you were seated in his lap, knees dragging the sheets askew.

Your fingers found their way to his chin to bring his stare back to you and you were too focused on your worry to register the way it made his lashes flutter, eyes hooded and lips parted, breath hitching at the gesture.

"Hey - did something happen tonight? Is that why you came back in such a state?” You murmured, eyes flicking between his, searching, before your tone suddenly grew sharp and your hand fell flat against his chest. “Was she a dick to you - I swear to god if she was I’ll get dressed right now and–”

You were cut off by Eddie’s hand descending over yours, the other landing on the thigh that you had already raised to clamber off him, squeezing the flesh softly, drawing it back down, and the fight left you just as fast as it had appeared when he chuckled, his voice smudged with fondness, awe, a hint of pride.

“Okay, reign it in Rocky, nothing bad happened I promise, you don’t need to go running off into the night to defend my honour.”

But god, he wanted to kiss you for trying to.

He settled for watching you watch him instead, your frown of concern that he itched to smooth away with his thumb still present before you eventually nodded, only slightly pacified when you had found no sign of a lie in the way he met your gaze.

And Eddie knew it was foolish to hope that was the end of it, knew the expression on your face all too well despite the way it flickered sweet just for a moment, just for him, as he released your hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

So it came as no surprise to the boy when you seemed to be considering your next words as you tilted your head, whether to deliberately lean into his touch or just a habit whilst you thought he wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was coincidence or maybe it was both, either way when your hand followed his seconds after he had let it go to clasp gently at his wrist, his heart spasmed despite knowing what was coming.

"There was something though, wasn’t there? You stated but you were quiet in how you spoke, patient, trying to make sure Eddie knew he wasn’t being pushed, that you were only concerned, and everything about it made him ache. His thoughts going a cotton-wool kind of hazy that he wasn’t convinced he could blame on the alcohol anymore.

He let his thumb brush the downturned corner of your lips, a brief second of indulgence before he pressed up, moulding your mouth into a smile until he spied it becoming a real one, the kind that would have had Eddie dropping to his knees if he’d been standing, as you knocked his hand away.

He tapped at your legs then, drumming lightly at the creases of your knees and up the backs of your thighs, making you twitch. You got the hint though, rising off him just enough for him to push himself up and then back, leaning against the pillows before he held out his hands for you to take so you could climb back into his lap.

It felt like his first mistake.

Or was it his second, after coming here in the first place? Third, after losing his head and nearly kissing you?

He’d lost count.

All he knew was that it was suddenly a little harder to breathe.

That being this close didn’t feel as innocently friendly as it had five minutes ago, as it had all the other times you’d been tucked tight against him, sleepily whispering secrets until dawn broke and your head fell heavy against his shoulder, leaving Eddie to have to carefully roll you back on to the mattress so you didn’t wake up stiff and sore.

Your hands were soft on his stomach, forcing the boy to fight off a shudder every time you traced the dark lines of another tattoo, jaw slack as he watched every little movement of your fingers with rapt attention, only realising he’d been repeating each one with his own touch on your thighs when he felt the brush of soft fabric against his fingertips.

It took Eddie a second to tear his eyes away from the sight, to meet your gaze with pink cheeks and lips almost bitten raw and find that you had swayed closer. Close enough so that he could map each little freckle that made up constellations on your cheeks in the moonlight that slanted over your features, noses only inches apart and he swallowed down a choked curse when he remembered you were probably still expecting an answer.

He hesitated with it, unsure of how much he could give away, and shrugged, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. "S’really nothin’ for you to worry about princess, the date was fine and she was… great - incredible actually - we just, uh, mutually decided there was a point in taking it past a one time thing.”

The silence stretched long enough that Eddie wondered if he was maybe more wasted than he'd thought. He must have been if the question of whether telling you the truth was really as bad as he'd feared was nudging at his brain, the consequences seeming a lot less daunting the longer allowed himself to consider it.

Because there you were, looking at him with the prettiest confused expression he'd ever seen and all of a sudden it felt like the worst crime in the world to lie to you. That you deserved more than the way he'd been continuously lying to you for years and if there was the slightest chance - which sometimes he thought there were signs there could be - that you wanted him to be the one who gave you more, then he had to take it, right?

"I don't understand,” you said slowly, face scrunched like you were trying to figure out if you missed something somewhere in his explanation, like you were trying to hide how the boy calling Sarah - Sam - whatever her name was - incredible in a dazed voice had made your stomach twist. "If she was so amazing and the date was a hit, why wouldn't you want to see her again?"

"Well turns out no matter how awesome a girl is, she doesn't really wanna waste time trying to date someone who's in love with someone else.”

You inclined your head. "Makes sense." And then it sunk in what he had said. "Wait, hang on - what?”

"Yeah,” he chuckled, a little shaky, a little rough, and despite the easy grin he tried to offer, there was an undeniable bloom of nervousness unfurling in his eyes, “crazy right? I mean I expected her to leave when she figured it out but then she stayed and even tried giving me advice, which maybe me taking wasn't the best decision 'cause it involved some liquid courage and telling the girl how I feel but I kinda took the first part too far, which is how I ended up like this– ”

He gestured wildly to himself and when his hands dropped back to rest on your bare thighs it took all you had not to flinch.

Your brain felt fuzzy, chest too tight, and suddenly every part of your body that was pressed to his felt like it was in agony. A new, excruciating kind of torture.

Eddie was in love with someone else.

And he hadn't even thought to tell you until now.

"Eddie–” you murmured dazedly, because christ, he was still talking and you're mind was whirring and you just really needed him to stop.

"-she originally offered to help make her jealous, which was fuckin' insane, I thought that shit only happened in movies. I gave that idea a hard pass cause it seemed sleazy, like a total dick move, y'know. Didn’t seem right to mess with her like that and I don't think I even could if my life depended on it-”

Fuck, this hurt worse than you had ever imagined. A dagger shoved deep between your ribs with every word, twisting until you thought you’d be sick with it.

"Eddie.” You managed to repeat a little stronger than before. But to your horror it still sounded weak and you could hear the painful edge that made your voice shake.

You wanted to slam a hand over his mouth.

You wanted to crawl as far away from his touch as you possibly could.

And yet you were painfully still, a statue in Eddie’s lap, turned to stone like those poor souls you’d read about in a mythology book when you were a kid.

Except here there was no terrifying creature to blame, just your best friend who was breaking your heart without even realising. Oblivious to a tear that welled and spilled over your lash line, dripping onto the shirt that you were suddenly wishing wasn’t his as he pressed on.

You felt pathetic, embarassment and rejection leeching through your veins like poison.

"Felt wrong just thinking about it,” He rushed out and maybe if you weren’t so upset you would have put it together. The way he was rambling like he couldn’t speak quick enough, like he would lose his nerve if he didn't, lungs burning and eyes darting over your face, anxious, as if his heart would give out if he looked away for even a second. Fingers tapping too quick on your thighs. “Touching someone, kissing them, loving them, even if it’s pretend, shit I can’t even remember the last time I thought of doin’ those kind of things with anyone else that wasn’t-”

"Wasn’t her,” You interrupted, head ducked to hide your embarrassment when the words slipped out scathing, a little more heated than you intended. The burn behind your eyes grew stronger as you tried to climb off him, numb fingers clumsy, grappling for purchase on his stomach so you could push yourself away. “I get it Eddie-”

He stopped you with hesitant hands wrapping around your wrists, squeezing soft, his grip growing more confident when you didn’t immediately try to yank yourself away. Drawing them to his chest in a plea for you to look at him and listen.

"-you.”

You froze, head snapping up to stare at the boy in disbelief, utterly stunned. Your heart spasming before it began to pound so hard you thought it would splinter bone as you tried to figure out if you had heard him right, if he had said what you thought he had, if you dared to ask him to repeat himself just in case he had.

It felt like the world had slowed for a moment, like it was trying to give you a chance to push past the rush of blood in your ears that was drowning your ability to think straight, to decide whether Eddie had misspoken or not and if he hadn't, did that mean it was finally time for you to stop hiding. Did you even know how?

The answer came when the winds outside grew into a storm. The patpatpat of rain on the roof coming slowly at first and then all at once and each knock of a branch at your window sounded like the tick of a clock as the silence between you rolled on too long. It felt like a countdown, a warning that if you weren’t going to be brave now, you wouldn’t get the chance again.

So you fought the urge to rip yourself away, lowered yourself gingerly back down onto his thighs whilst Eddie watched you with wide eyes, a little hopeful, a little terrified, a little too aware that any wrong move could make you run for real next time. “Did you– what did you just say?”

"Wasn’t you.” He whispered, and neither of you could take your eyes off the other as he took a deep breath whilst your own remained trapped in your chest. His voice growing braver like it was an obvious truth he was telling you and not one that felt like a bomb being dropped on your head. “I haven’t thought about anyone else since I realised I was in love with you.”

You inhaled sharply, a small noise slipping from your throat that you couldn’t stop if you tried.

You wanted to ask him to say it again, you wanted to kiss the words from his mouth as he said them, you wanted to say it back, murmur it over and over into him until you were dizzy from lack of oxygen but you couldn’t. Because there were tears in your eyes and your throat, your lungs, were refusing to work, every part of your body suddenly paralysed whilst your heart tumbled wild in your chest.

Eddie licked his lips, parted and closed them again as tried to organise the mess of his thoughts into words.

He sat up and pulled you closer until your hips were flush, your thighs caged around his as he gently ran his thumbs up over the soft part of your wrists where your pulse hammered against the skin and you wondered if it was a gesture meant to soothe you or him. If it was maybe for both of you.

A way to encourage you to touch him in whatever way you needed whilst he did the same, preparing himself to give a confession that he never thought he would get a chance to, that he hoped you would understand.

"I only asked Sam out because I thought you were never gonna feel the same and I just needed to get over it, ” He sighed, cheeks pink as he nervously analysed your expression from beneath his lashes. “Turns out she knew all along, figured out I was gonner that night at the hideout when you made me sing fuckin’ Bon Jovi.”

He said it teasingly, all false betrayal and shining eyes like you’d made him commit the worst kind of crime, like he was so in love with you that he’d sing that fucking song until his throat was raw if you asked again.

You let out a watery laugh and Eddie beamed at the sound. His gaze lovely as it roamed your face, endlessly adoring when you swiped at a falling tear with the heel of your palm and melted because the boy had caught your hand in his before you could drop it, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss away the salt on your skin with a sweet tsk, voice like honey as he murmured, ‘c’mon, pretty girl, please don’t cry’.

"I couldn’t even deny it when she brought it up, y’know,” he chuckled, leaning in to rest his forehead to yours, noses grazing until you sighed happily for him. “She wasn’t mad either, just told me I needed to grow a pair and tell you how I felt before someone else did, but it was like she’d fuckin’ me in punched me in the face. All I could think was, ‘shit, she’s right, what the hell am I doing’.”

And then his smile faltered. His stare flickering away from yours like he was ashamed, lips twisting into a grimace, voice strained as his hands slid down your arms and dropped to the hem of your shirt to twist the material in his fingers.

"Thing is, it sounded like the easiest thing in the world when she said it, but then I was about to leave and it suddenly felt terrifying and the idea of calming my nerves with a drink didn’t sound like the dumbest one I’ve ever had.” Eddie admitted, closing his eyes briefly and when he opened them again the disappointment in them made your heart ache.

“Not until I started hesitating the longer I was there anyway, overthinking and talking myself out of it, and then before I knew it I was wasted and I’d fucked up another chance to tell you. So I called Harrington instead, though I guess that kind of backfired too, huh?”

He was making it sound like it was all his fault that this had gone on so long but god, you knew what your own fear felt like. The things you told yourself daily to stop you from taking that plunge.

Had you both been using the same insecurities to hold yourselves back all this time?

"What were you so scared of? ” You coaxed softly, pressing a hand over the place where his heart thumped beneath the skin, fingertips toying with the chain that hung around his neck and when your other hand smoothed it’s way up to his jaw, thumb gliding along the edge of it, the boy leaned into your touch like he was starved for it. A ragged sigh slipping past his lips as his lashes fluttered.

"Messing everything up.” He explained quietly and the crack in his voice made you want to wrap your arms around him and smother him in affection. Refuse to let him go or ever doubt himself again. “Losing you. I didn’t know if you’d hate me for making things awkward if you didn’t feel the same and I couldn’t handle the thought of not having you in my life.”

"You could never do anything to make me hate your or not be in your life Eddie,” you told him, and if your words were soft then the look in your eyes was even softer. Lips pulling into a warm smile that he could only describe as pure light as your hand left his chest to tug teasingly at one of his curls. “Even if it’s something like turning up at my door, half gone, smelling like you’ve been dunked in whiskey, to tell me something that I’ve been waiting a hell of a long time to hear from you.”

He swore he'd never loved you more than he did right then.

"Yeah?” Eddie breathed, his own grin blinding as his hands nudged their way beneath your shirt to curve around your bare sides, seeking out the warmth of you to ground himself because he could have sworn he was dreaming.

"Yeah.”

“Well shit, sweetheart,” he huffed out a soft laugh, a little giddy with relief, more drunk on you than whatever alcohol was left in his system. “If I’d known that I would have made Stevie boy haul my drunk ass over here a lot sooner. You have any idea how long I’ve had to suffer mourning about my feelings to him after one of his house parties for him to just tell me to shut the fuck up and go to sleep?”

Probably the same amount of time you’d endured Robin telling you to get a grip.

"No, but I’m sure Steve would gladly tell me if I asked,” you answered cheekily instead, letting out a terrible shriek of a laugh when the boy tickled your ribs and muttered that you better not dare.

It made him grin all stupid and lovesick, even more so when you bumped your nose against his and looked at him a little shy, a little hopeful as you asked, “though maybe you could try voicing some of those feelings without the alcohol, y’know, just so I know they’re not a result of your brain being fried and so that when I say them back, you actually have a chance of remembering it in the morning.”

Eddie was enthusiastically nodding before you could finish, a brightness unfurling in his chest like the flowers that had snaked around his ribs when he met you were now opening up, blooming with what he felt for you. What you felt for him back. “Yeah, fuck, I can do that,” he murmured. “Anything you want.”

You were beaming, and if he could bottle the way it made him feel he would. Gone for the way you melted into him when he slipped a hand from beneath your shirt, dragging it slow up your spine until his palm was fitting itself around the back of your neck, just so he could feel you that much closer. Just because he could.

"Anything?” You repeated coyly, smiling when he sighed real pretty as you brushed some of his curls back.

"Anything.”

"You gonna take me on a date Munson?”

As if he was going to say no to you. Like he ever could. He’d bring you the damn moon if you wanted it. The stars too, because he wouldn’t be able to help himself when it came to you.

He pressed his nose to your cheek to hide the dopey grin that tugged at his lips, humming. “Mhm, how does tomorrow sound? Maybe upgrade our plans from grovelling duty to first date?”

"Hmm, I don’t know,” you pondered, eyes fluttering shut with a smile, content to tease the boy by pretending to think about it as you tilted your head back for him when he pushed his face into your neck with an amused huff. “I kind of liked the idea of you grovelling all day and the plans you made were pretty tempting. What will the upgrade entail if I agree?”

"Same plans, I’d just get to keep touching you like this, hold you whenever I wanted, whenever you wanted me to.” He murmured, lips catching at your skin as he spoke, the hand that was clamped around your waist tightening when you shivered as he drew a line with his nose up to your jaw.

“Maybe walk around with my hand in your back pocket the way I know you think is real cute. Use it to pull you in for a kiss when you’re looking far too pretty to be real, which is fuckin’ always by the way, and I feel like m’gonna die if I don’t.”

Your chest hitched, lips parted and body feeling a touch too warm, because the thought of Eddie kissing you all greedy, a little too desperate to give a damn about where you were or who was around, was suddenly so consuming. Leaving you dizzy enough that you had to clutch at his shoulders, his neck, curling your fingers around his chain to keep yourself seated instead of falling back into the cushions and pulling him down with you.

“Oh.” You breathed out.

He swallowed, hard.

And when he lifted his head his eyes were half-lidded, almost black beneath the heavy fan of his lashes, voice a low rasp that made you burn as his gaze flickered from your mouth to settle on yours. “Yeah, oh.”

"How am I supposed to say no to that?”

His lips twitched. “Now you know how it feels when you ask me for anything.” He whispered hoarsely and you wondered if he could hear the chaotic hammering of your heart, if he could feel the vibration of it slamming into your ribs against his own.

The air between you was buzzing, electric, bloated with anticipation when the last couple of inches fell away as his face leaned closer to yours, mouth hovering over your own. his breath warm and smelling of smoke and whiskey, a hint of mint as he said your name, sticky sweet with heat and a longing kind of need. He drew lazy circles under your ear with his thumb and it took everything you had not to let the pleading noise building in your throat escape.

"Yeah, Eddie?” You asked instead, so quiet that had he not been right there, you doubt he would have heard you at all. You knew he had though when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, a nervous gesture just like the way your fingers couldn’t stop their movements, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck and making him shudder.

"Can I kiss you now?”

It already felt like he was. His mouth brushing yours as he spoke, each word the ghost of a kiss, a brief taste of the real thing that you were sure would shatter you entirely because jesus christ, this alone was making you feel like there were fireworks beneath your skin.

The way your bottom lip caught between his stole your breath, a cracked noise bubbling up in your throat that Eddie inhaled and echoed back with a groan when you tilted your head and pushed your lips to his.

It was a fleeting thing, lasting no more than a few blissful, delirious seconds because your brain had caught up and was telling you this wasn’t right. Not that kissing Eddie wasn’t right. It felt like the most natural thing you’d ever done, like you’d found a piece of yourself you hadn’t realised you were missing.

It was just the timing.

"Wait…” You murmured and Eddie drew back immediately, the hand that had been clasped around your neck pulling back to tuck your hair behind your ear, cupping your jaw as his worried gaze flicked over your face, searching for any sign of discomfort he might have caused.

"Shit, I’m sorry.” He said gently, thick with guilt, full of concern. “Was it too soon? I swear I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything, fuck, sweetheart, I’d never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable y’know that right? And if I do by accident I want you to tell me or hell, punch me or something- ”

"-No, no, it’s okay Eds - Eddie listen, I’m not gonna hit you, jesus - I just,” You couldn’t get the words out fast enough for the way the look on his face was making your chest squeeze. Your hands flew to his face as you shook your head, stroking your thumbs over the arc of his cheekbones to quiet him whilst you gave him a reassuring smile. “I just don’t want our first real kiss to be when one of us is drunk, that's all. Is that okay?”

He blew out a breath, panic deflating, the boy visibly softening for you, and then he was wrapping his arms around back, pressing a kiss to your nose, your cheeks, your forehead until you were both grinning, laughter still echoing above the sounds of the storm outside when he touched his forehead to yours.

“Baby, of course it’s okay,” he murmured, “you just say the word, I’ll kiss you whenever you want me too.”

His words lit you up, warmth spreading through you until you were giddy with it. So full of affection for the boy that you thought you’d burst and it must have been contagious because Eddie was looking at you like he knew exactly what you were feeling.

"Kiss me tomorrow?” You whispered, unable to bite back your grin as you brushed your nose against his. “When I first wake up so I don’t think I’ve dreamed this whole thing?”

Eddie’s eyes shone and he squeezed you a little tighter, his smile becoming more devastatingly lovely than you'd ever seen before, stretching wide across his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.”

And he did.

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