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strniohoeee · 6 months

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idk what to ask but something super angst enemies to lovers with matt

Disregard(Matt’s Version)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N hate each other. However one night at a party things take an ugly turn, and Matt’s there to help her. Feelings are expressed but are these feelings mutual? 🌷

Warning⚠️: None really some guy tries to take advantage of reader.

Song for the imagine: R U Mine?- Arctic Monkeys

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can’t help myself

All I ever wanna say is “are you mine?”

“You at a party with Matt? How’s that going to work” my friend asked me over the phone laughing

“It’s going to work because I hate him, and I will be far away from him duhh” I said raking through my closet looking for an outfit

“I just don’t know how you can hang out with him and his brothers when yall can’t stand one another” she said

“Well Nicks my friend mostly sadly and Chris is cool, but Matt’s just always there” I said huffing when I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted

“Why don’t you and Nick just hang out” she responded

“I mean we have, but they are always together. I’ve learned to just not acknowledge him” I said laughing

“Man I don’t know how you’ve been sticking it out this long” she said to me

“He was at his worse in high school, so if I got over that I can get over anything” I responded back

“Mmm that’s true he was an annoying little shit” she said giggling

“He really was, and he was such a dick” I said rolling my eyes

“He was, but I’m gonna let you go girl. I know you have to prepare for this party, and I’m about to head out with my man on a date” she said to me

“Alright girl I love you, and have fun I’ll talk to you soon” I responded

“Love you too, and have fun as well” she responded

I hung up and finished looking through my closet for another outfit.

“FINALLYYYY” I said as I found the shirt I’ve been hunting for

To be honest I’m not too sure why my hate for Matt was still there. I’ve been friends with Nick for 5 years now, and although Matt was an asshole in school I couldn’t stop my hate towards him.

He just was always there, and swore he was hot shit. He wanted to be cool and mysterious so badly and it annoyed the shit out of me.

I agreed when Chris called him “tough” because it was true. He acted like this big bad guy, and like he was too good for everybody. Hated it and I hated him

Initially I really liked him, but he destroyed all of that when we were in high school. It haunted me daily…..man fuck Matt

I finished getting ready and decided to Uber over to the triplets house since Nick wanted us to carpool

I headed into their house and walked up to nicks room

“Nickkkk” I said as I walked in and hugged him

“Heyyy” he said pulling away

“Excited for tonight?” I asked him as I sat on his bed

“Very! I haven’t been to a party in a while” he said looking in his closet

“Oh my gosh sameeee” I said

“Should I wear a pink shirt or a black shirt?” He asked

“Mmmmm pink, that color looks good on you” I said back

“I was thinking the same” he said laughing

Suddenly Chris and Matt barged into his room

“YOOO” Chris yelled coming in

“Hey” I said smiling at him

“Stop fucking screaming like a bafoon” Nick said

“Uhhh who brought the negative Nancy” Chris said rolling his eyes

Nick just rolled his eyes at Chris as he finished getting ready in his bathroom

“Nick I have a question” I said getting up

“What’s up?” He asked

“Do you have my perfume I left here a while back” I asked

“Mmm I should, might be in my top drawer” he said

“Yeah you might want to mask that smell” Matt said laughing

“Ew….youre not funny” I said giving him a dirty look

“Yeah and youre ugly” he said making an ugly face

“You act like a two year old” I said not even looking at him

“Alright children enough” Chris said rolling his eyes

“I’m going to wait downstairs, I’m not going to allow Matt to ruin my night” I said after I sprayed myself with perfume and leaving Nicks room

About 10 minutes later they all came down and we decided to head out. Matt drove us to this influencers house who they knew and we headed in

“Alright guys don’t get too wild and try not to fight anyone” Nick said

“Got it” we said laughing

We walked in and started to say hi to the people we knew. I headed into the kitchen to make myself a drink because this was going to be a long night.

I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on my drink while people watching when I saw someone from the corner of my eye.

“Hey” he said, I looked over at him smiling as I swallowed my drink

“Hi” I said properly

“I’m Grey, but most people call me G” he said sticking his hand out for me to shake

“I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“Are you here alone?” He asked as he began to make himself a drink

“Oh no I’m here with some friends, but we branched off” I said to him

“Oh nice yeah I did the same. I think my friends with some girl or some shit” he said shaking his head

“Ahh yes the classic party hook up” I said

“So cliche right” he said laughing

I went to answer but Matt walked into the kitchen clearing his throat and shoving in between us to get a Pepsi

“Oh uh am I interrupting something?” Matt asked looking between Grey and I

“No, go away Matt” I said sighing

“Cant I get a drink?” He said cheering my cup and giving me a shit eating grin

“I’m going to uhhh I’m going to head out” Grey said before walking off

“You fucking dick” I said punching Matt

“I came to get a drink” he said shrugging his shoulders

“You’re such a fucking asshole I hate you” I said finishing my drink and going to make another one

“Not sure why you hate me” he said scoffing

“Tuh- you’re not sure?” I said grabbing a coke to mix with Malibu

“Mmm no not really” he said shaking his head

“Oh well let me jog your memory shall I? You were an absolute piece of shit in high school. You called me every terrible name under the sun. You turned our whole grade against me. Let’s not forget that so-called prank you pulled on me. Calling me telling me you liked me when you knew I liked you asking me out and then telling me it was a joke and that you truly hated me. Oh not to mention you recorded it and sent it to the whole fucking school. You humiliated me in front of everyone” I said mixing my drink

“It wasn’t that serious, you know. I was hanging around asshole guys and I thought it was cool” he said nonchalantly

“You’re still the same way though” I said scoffing

“I’m really not” he said

“You are Matt….you are. I don’t know what I ever did to you, but I know I don’t deserve this shit” I responded

“Oh don’t act innocent you weren’t a saint” he said

“Yeah maybe in high school I got you back a few times but nothing compared to the shit you out, and that was high school were 21 now” I responded

“I have my reasons and you have yours” he said

I looked at him and scoffed…what is he even saying

“Grow up Matt” I said lifting off the counter to walk away

“Right back at you” he said shaking his head

“And stay the fuck out of my way” I said shoving past him

I walked off angrily and decided to look for Grey because I really needed to take my mind off of Matt. He was making my blood boil and my head spin

I saw Grey sitting on a couch scrolling through his phone

“Hey stranger” I said walking up to him

“Oh Heyy Y/N” he said smiling and locking his phone to put it away

“Sorry about that back there he can be a bit annoying” I said sitting next to him

“Ex boyfriend drama?” He asked

“Oh god no. Rival since high school” I said laughing

“Damn since high school” he said

“Yeah” I responded taking a seat next to him

Grey and I had been talking on the couch for a while. His fingers and hands often becoming loose and touching me. Nothing that made me uncomfortable, but it was certainly strange.

Unbeknown to Y/N Matt was watching her and Grey the whole time. He had a weird feeling about him, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He didn’t like that Grey was touching her, but she didn’t seem bothered so he stood back.

“Hey want to head up to a room I can’t really hear you” Grey asked nicely

“Ummm yeah sure” I said

“Nothing weird I promise” he said laughing

“Oh no worries” I said laughing and getting up to follow him

Matt was sitting as he watched them get up and head to the stairs. His ears perking up at this…..something was telling him to follow them.

Slowly Matt got up following behind them at a good distance. Listening in on their convo as best as he could. Didn’t seem strange, but he still wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.

Grey and Y/N had walked into a room shutting the door behind them, and Matt stood a few feet behind. He didn’t want to listen in, but he also wanted to make sure nothing weird was about to go down

“So tell me more about you” Grey said as we both sat on the bed

“Mmm well I’ve been living here for a while now, I’m originally from Boston” I said scanning my brain for more things to say

“Nice nice” he said staring at me

“I’m not sure what else to say” I said giggling

But Grey didn’t say anything he just stared at me….it started to bother me

“Is there something on my face?” I asked getting nervous

“Oh uh no sorry you’re just gorgeous” he said

“Oh thank you” I said looking down

At first coming up here seemed like a good idea, but now I’m worried he got the wrong picture. I did not want anything to do with this man other than a possible friendship. This was started to bug me out

Suddenly he started to lean in, I jumped up

“Oh no no that’s not why I came up here” I said backing away

“Oh? Well then why did you come up here” he asked shocked

“Umm because I thought you wanted to hear me better not try to kiss me” I said looking at him weirdly

“Well one kiss wouldn’t hurt” he said getting up

“No I’m good” I said nodding my head at him

“Just one come on” he said in a sleazy way

“And I said no. No is a full sentence” I said getting upset

“Stop being a tease already” he said

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I do not want to kiss you” I said

He came closer and I backed away banging into a table against the wall

“Back away” I said

On the other side Matt heard the muffled conversations and the scuffling going on between two people, but he didn’t know what was going on.

“Please stop” I said pushing him off of me as we struggled against the table causing some things to fall

“Come on baby” he said getting upset

“FUCK OFF” I yelled pushing him off and grabbing the front door

My eyes surprised me when I made eye contact with Matt who was standing infront of the door

“Matt?” I asked confused

“What’s going on?” He said looking behind me into the room

“Nothing” I said pushing him back trying to get him to leave

“Your little bitch is a tease” Grey said to Matt

“She’s not a bitch, and if she said no then it’s no” Matt said looking the dude up and down

“She doesn’t want you either, so don’t try to be Superman” he said scoffing

“Fuck you. I’m being a decent human being respect her” Matt said

“What are you going to do about huh?” He said laughing at Matt

“Come on stop” I said trying to pull Matt away

“No” he said pushing my hand away

“You’re a piece of shit” Matt said walking towards Grey

“Don’t care” he said still laughing

Matt looked at him before punching him in the jaw

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK” I yelled out

They both started to scuffle around throwing punches

“Stop it” I said trying to pull Matt away

Matt hit the guy again in the nose causing him to stumble backwards

“When a woman tells you no that means no” he said backing away from Grey

“Matt we have to go now” I said pulling him away

Matt and I ran down the stairs and to his car

“Are you okay?” He asked me as we got in the car

“Yeah I’m fine” I said bluntly

“What a sick fuck” he said turning his car on

“Why do you care?” I asked

“Well I got a bad vibe from him okay, and I just didn’t want you to get hurt” he said as he pulled off

“Matt caring about me” I asked

“I don’t care about you…..I just didn’t want some creep to take advantage” he said scoffing

“Mm don’t care about me sureeeee” I said sitting back in my chair

“I don’t fucking like you okay Y/N” he said getting upset

“Feelings mutual I could’ve handled my own” I said

“Didn’t seem like it” he said

“I had it” I said getting upset with him

“You’re so stubborn” he said

“And so are you” I said

“Just stop okay” he said gripping the steering wheel tighter

“Stop what? Just take me home and shut up” I said rolling my eyes

“You’re such a bitch I try and help you and this is what I get” he said

“Stop the car” I said bluntly

“No” he said

“Matthew stop the fucking car now” I said

Matt looked over at me and pulled over. I hopped out and began to walk

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked

“Shut the fuck up” I said continuing to walk

Matt hopped out the car following behind me

“Get in the car now” he said sternly

“You’re not my dad, go away” I said shooing him

“I’m not asking you again. Get in the car now” he said trailing closer to me

“GO AWAY” I yelled at him

Matt ran a little faster and grabbed my arm pulling me to turn around

“IM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE STOP BEING STUBBORN AND GET IN THE CAR” he yelled at me

“Let go of me” I said pulling my arm away from him harshly

“Get in the car. I know you hate me. I get that, but get in the car. I’ll take you home and I’ll never bother you again” he said

“Matt no I’m not going anywhere with you” I said

“Stop being so stubborn holy shit” he said pulling at his hair

“No one told you to save me, no one told you to take me home and no one told you to follow me out here. You don’t like me so go away” I said turning around to keep walking

“Yeah I don’t like you because…..because I love you” he said

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to face him

“What?” I asked

“I love you okay” he said shaking his head

“No no you’re not doing this. After all these years of being a piece of shit you’re not about to pull this I love you card” I said pointing at him

“I’ve been a horrible person I know, but I truly didn’t know how to express myself. And i know these words probably mean nothing. But I want you to know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t hide my true feelings by pretending to be mean to you. When I saw you and that guy I got so jealous because that….that should be me” he said

“I don’t know what to say to you” I said shaking my head

“That’s okay. Just get back in the car, let me take you home. And you don’t have to see me ever again” he responded

“Matt I… I don’t know what to say because I love you too. I have loved you since high school, and I masked these feelings with hatred because it was the easiest thing to do” I said

“I’m sorry, okay. I never meant to hurt you the way I did” he said

“I don’t know if I can accept that apology right now. You hurt me badly” I told him

“I get that, but just let me take you home and we can talk about it tomorrow” he said

“Ok” I responded in a whisper

I got back into Matt’s car and he drove me home. The whole ride was silent. My thoughts racing in my head about what he told me….did he really love me?

Matt got to my apartment complex and walked me to my apartment door

“Thanks Matt” I said looking at him

“Oh yeah no worries can’t have you walking alone at night” he said

“No. I mean for everything tonight thank you” I said smiling

“Oh yeah. Of course” he said smiling back

“Ummm I really like you, and you did hurt me, but I want to work this out” I said

“Yeah yeah I do too” he said looking at my eyes

“Well goodnight Matt” I responded opening my door

“Can I have a hug?” He asked shyly

I smiled at this and pulled him in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek

“I appreciate you truly for tonight” I said smiling weakly

He nodded his head at me

“I’ll call” he said

“I’ll answer” I responded

And with that I walked into my apartment locking the door behind me.

Matt drove back to pick up his brothers. Once he was home he laid in bed smiling to himself.

I can’t wait to hear her voice again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one I love yall sooo much omgg🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines

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ohii-san · 5 months

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UNKNOWN HOLY NIGHT AND NIGHTHEAD - WHITE CAROL 1

( The next day )

Rinne: Achoo!

Ah… So when your body’s cold, your wallet will be too[1]…

I shoulda stopped at my first win. If I’d just stopped pushing there, I’d be a lot richer and happier right about now~...

Niki: ♪ ( Eating sweets excitedly )

Rinne: Hey. You look too happy. Don’t get too excited over that big win of yours, ‘kay?

Niki: Ah. Just ‘cause you lost doesn’t mean you can take it out on me, Rinne-kun!

I mean, Rinne-kun’s the reason I came here in the first place. Despite your cruel remarks, I gave in and went out with you, ya know?

Rinne: Ah, jeez~. Why’d Niki get such a victory while I’m left broke? No matter how I look at it, that feels wrong…

Niki: Well there’s no helping that, ‘cause it’s just the way things are, isn’t it?

I did it just like Rinne-kun told me, I aimed for the hole in the middle… Wasn’t that the point, to aim right there?

‘Cause then, before I knew it, a bunch of balls came out.

Rinne: Tch! That’s just beginner’s luck.

Ah, I’m so depressed. I give so much to them…

Why’re they being kinder to some amateur first-timer than me, a regular customer… They’ve got an obligation to treat me well, don’t they?

Niki: … Mogumogu. Of course Rinne-kun would be looking for kindness and fairness from a pachinko parlor. I wonder if this is the rumored sensor of material desire I heard about?

Rinne: … Don’t look so pleased eating those sweets you won, c’mon. And they’re only a fraction of your winnings…

Hey, since I’m the one who invited you out here, those are rightfully mine too. Share them with me!

Niki: Eh?! That’s ridiculous, what kinda argument is that?! … Ah, you’ve seriously taken them already?!

Rinne: Mogumogu… I’m really depressed, so can’t ya be nicer to me?

Look around, everyone around seems happy and probably luckier than me, to boot. Am I the only unhappy person in the whole world? Ah… The world truly is cruel and dark.

Niki: Ah, well~. Don’t start being annoying to everyone around just ‘cause you’re bad at pachinko, ‘kay?

Look, look. I want you to really look around. There’s Christmas decorations all over the place. Even the sweets I got at the pachinko parlor were Christmas themed, see?

So, what do you think? Aren’t you getting excited too?

Rinne: … Ah? Come to think of it, I guess it’s true everything’s all decorated for Christmas… Isn’t it kinda early for that, though? It’s only November.

Niki: Eh? It’s just like this everywhere lately, though. Even Cinnamon’s already taking reservations for Christmas cakes.

Rinne: Hm. So it’s Christmas…

Niki: That’s a pretty underwhelming response~. You were really excited for the Halloween event[2].

Rinne: That’s ‘cause as the leader, if I don’t keep things lively, our morale as a unit’s not gonna go up either. Besides, if I’m gonna do something as an idol, I’ll definitely make the most of it and enjoy it to the fullest.

Niki: Right, Rinne-kun’s just like that, huh~?

He pretends to be a pretty lively kinda guy, but he’s surprisingly level-headed and thoughtful. It’s been that way since he started crashing at my apartment…

Rinne: But everyone’s like that. As long as I’m doing this kinda work, I’ve gotta control myself and be conscious of my energy.

Besides, as long as I’m with Niki, there’s no need to force myself to act excited.

Niki: That’s true. So then, is Rinne-kun really not interested in Christmas at all?

Rinne: Eh. It’s not really like that…

I don’t mind if we do a live for it or something. It’s just a holiday that never made it into my hometown.

Ever since joining the idol industry, I’ve been given year-end schedules that don’t gimme time to enjoy Christmas. Besides, to be honest, I don’t have any memory of enjoying it either.

If you go to a pachinko place on that day, you can give it your all and still go home just as sad and lonely as you could otherwise.

All the red and green decorations inside the stores and along the way home… They’re excessive, they make me feel emptier.

The only good memories of Christmas I’ve got are Niki making delicious meals while we lived together… D’you remember that?

Niki: Ah, now that you mention it… That did happen, didn’t it~?

Rinne: Well, that’s good. Kids really should have fun and enjoy Christmas.

Right, it’s fine if kids are excited, enjoying themselves and bouncing around. But for adults, it’s just the same as any other weekday.

Niki: Eh~? Rinne-kun, are you for real? I don’t think that’s the case, though.

After all, it’s Christmas, right?

Niki: Turkey and roast beef and beef stew! Ginger cookies, candy canes, bûche de Noël[3], and the classic strawberry Christmas cake! ☆

It’s a dream-like kinda day for me, ‘cause I get to eat delicious food all day, y’know?! I wish Jesus Christ was born every day!

Rinne: … Didn’t you say something like that about Halloween, too? I guess you’d be happy with any event tied to food.

Niki: Well, simply put, yeah.

Rinne: … Huh? Ah, shit!

Niki: Eh? What’s wrong? You’re looking pretty alarmed at that clock…

Rinne: I’ve got a meeting for work right about… Now.

Niki: Huh?! Rinne-kun, you seriously came to play pachinko even though you had work?! I thought today was a day off for you?!

Rinne: Damn, I overstayed… Anzu-chan said “Absolutely don’t be late!” but, well… I am late, shit.

I wonder if I’ll make it if I run. ES is pretty far, though…

Sigh. It’s gonna be a pain either way~. Anyway, I’m heading off now, so it doesn’t matter!

Niki: Well, it’s a good chance for some exercise, right? Good luck, Rinne-kun!

Rinne: Hm? Why’re you talking like you’re not involved too, Niki. You’re comin’ too, y’know. Rinne-kun will be lo~nely otherwise!

Niki: Huh?! But it has nothing to do with me, really, right?! I mean, you don’t even feel lonely at all, do you Rinne-kun? You just wanna drag me into it!

Rinne: C’mon, let’s go~. Run, run~!

Niki: Ah, he’s already…! You were really serious about this?! Ugh– I’m only doing this for you this once, Rinne-kun!

[1]: the way rinne refers to this is something that can either be translated as wallet or breast pocket, such as that of a suit, where the wallet is kept . he's being kind of defeatist here

[2]: referring to spider, which aurora has translated here !

[3]: this is yule log/christmas log !

proofread by @misuzuh ! <3

#unknown holy night and nighthead #enstars translation #rinne amagi #niki shiina #ensemble stars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translations #from the doctor's clipboard

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blumeblooms · 5 months

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- > speak up ! || four - AITA ??

toge inumaki x reader

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“Okay I’m gonna be honest that’s embarrassing. But just act like nothing happened! You literally just got here anyways” Nobara says. She practically ran with the other first years to meet you once she heard the news, and even if she was a little overbearing, you liked her.

“Okay but that’s the problem! The first impression is so bad, and i don’t want awkward tension… Like am i the asshole?? I was technically just doing my job” You say with a sigh as you keep walking, you notice megumi side eye you as you groan.

“If you’re going to talk like those reddit posts then i’m almost glad that happened to you. Please don’t make me hear this, i already hear about Yuuji’s youtube shorts enough.” Megumi says deadpan. Yuuji screams in offense as you debate when did men become so sassy. You’ve just met these people and you feel like you’re losing your sanity by the minute.

“It’s okay Y/n! Inumaki is a really nice guy, and i’m sure he’s not the type to hold grudges!” Itadori says with a wide smile, and you smile slightly. Atleast one of them was being optimistic.

“Uhm, yes he is. Remember months ago when Maki dropped his tooth brush in the toilet by accident and now every group sleepover there’s a sign to keep Maki out the bathroom??” Nobara says as she laughs at the memory as your face contorts in horror. Yuuji makes an ‘o’ motion with his mouth as he remembers.

“Oh, lovely! Not only did i make a bad first impression, but he’s the type to hold grudges! Amazing.” You say sarcastically with fake cheer in your tone. Nobara laughs and pats you on the head.

“Okay, he’s not going to hold a grudge over something like that. Just apologize or something, if that’s what you want to do atleast. Then move on.” Nobara shrugs as she takes a sip of her drink. You thought about it for a moment, did you want to apologize? Couldn’t be the worst thing.

“It’d be kinda funny if he did though” Megumi snorts as Nobara shoves him, you threaten him as you all keep walking. Thinking about what you’ll do to apologize.

“Just talk to him Y/n! It can’t be that bad” Yuuji says encouragingly.

“How?? He talks in onigiri ingredients! I mean i guess he could write it down but still..” You say as you think of the awkward silence that would probably happen as he wrote down the awaited response. You cringe at the thought.

“I mean honestly, you manipulate sound waves right? So if you focused on it, you could probably talk to him normally. Though i don’t know how open he’d be to that idea right now” Megumi speaks up as you all look at him. Thinking about the idea. Talking to him normally? I mean that’d be ideal, but you don’t want to force him out of his comfort zone. Especially not right now.

“I don’t know.. Maybe i’ll just buy an apology gift. I have no idea what though.” You sigh as you can already feel a headache coming on. You’d laugh about this in the future right? Probably.. Maybe… Hopefully.

“Ohh that’s a good idea! You can get him cough drops or something for his throat! It’s thoughtful and useful.” Yuuji suggests with two thumbs up. You think about it, that’s not a terrible idea. Though you don’t know why he needs them, it couldn’t hurt right?

“Maybe.. Thank you. I’ll figure it out later, let’s go see that movie you wanted to watch.” You say as you feel a little more relieved, you’ll head to the store later.

“Yessss!! I’m so excited to watch it! It got 2 star ratings but that just means it’s closer to being number one right?? So i’m sure it’s good.” Yuuji says as you all look at him in horror. No way he was being serious.

“Are you.. You’re not serious right? Are you really that dumb? Oh my god..” Nobara says mortified as the rest of the groups banter fades in the background. A small smile on your face.

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Meanwhile….

“Toge what’s wrong with you. Why do you look like a toddler who was told there’s food at home.” Maki says with a brow raised.

“Yeah dude you’re totally sulking. You’re not still hung up on earlier are you??” Panda says with a loud laugh as Inumaki sends him a glare.

“Mustard leaf.” Toge says as he runs a hand through his hair. He has no idea why this was bothering him so much, but it was starting to get irritating.

“It’s not a big deal dude. Just return the flowers or something.” Maki says with an eye roll. Though she pretended not to care, she hoped this would be over with soon, for everyone’s sake.

“Yeah! I know you’re still probably upset because you fumbled a bad bitch, but it’s ok Toge. Let it marinate for a little, it’ll work out.” Panda says with his shit eating grin. Toge is about to wipe it off.

“Toge.. why are you pulling down your-“

“Shit yourself.” Toge says as he laughs while panda screams and runs. Maki makes a disgusted noise as she goes the other way.

He throat may burn, but it was worth it. He debates what Maki said earlier.. maybe he’ll just buy new flowers, that had to be good enough right?

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- > i had to throw in the use of cursed speech

- > yuuji is dumb but it’s ok we love him

- > y/n being bffs w the first years confirmed !!

• summary - in where you meet a nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

- > taglist - @kasumitenbaz , @aespaforlifersyall

#inumaki toge #inumaki toge x you #inumaki toge x reader #speak up smau #jjk smau #panda jjk #okkotsu yuuta #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #friends to lovers

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leonscape · 2 months

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my honest thoughts/criticisms of chevalier

i’m gonna get canceled so hard for this. but it’s fandom and we are all allowed to share our opinions and discuss them

i know i am in the minority. of course we will always have a few people who like or dislike a certain thing so im not going to claim that im the only one that feels like this.

this is not to disrespect chevalier or his fans. i just wish to share my opinion and i know im subjecting myself to criticism as well. i’ll just cry about it later

you probably shouldn’t read if you don’t want to hear someone complain about chevalier 😅

but do read if you wish to see chevalier from the point of view from someone who isn’t a fan of his.

with his cold nature and emotions, as a reader, it is very difficult for me to develop a connection to him. he has nothing to latch onto.

i will go into detail on what i mean by something to latch onto so i will go off on a tangent here, feel free to skip this. for example on this idea of something to latch onto: with jin, the comedy is easy to connect to. his story is able to explain why he does the things he does and it does build up emotion between emma (or you the reader) and jin. with clavis, it is easy to admire his hard work. he also purposely pokes and prods to bother emma which brings out emotions. for leon, he brings comfort and warm emotions, it’s easy to get attached. yves is also quite comical as well, but he’s also very kind and it’s not hard to connect with him. licht, nokto, and luke’s stories are very heavy as it deals with abuse and negligence so it’s not hard to develop empathy for them.

for chevalier, he simply just is. no event has influence over chevalier. he is described as always being the way that he is. he was born a genius. he was reading books on complex topics, seemingly ever since he learned how to read. he always appeared emotionless; he sheds blood without batting an eye. it came to a point where it scared his own mother. he just has photographic memory. i know it’s possible for some to have such a thing, but it’s simply just given to him. i dare say he has never worked for anything in his life. everything has been given to him and he’s never struggled. if he’s so intelligent and everything is so easy for him, he doesn’t need to break a sweat in putting in effort. there is nothing to inspire a sort of connection. it’s hard to feel bad for someone who is quite apathetic and unbothered.

although, i do think it’s perfectly fine to have a character like this. there is a way to have chevalier be this inhumanly perfect person. for me, i actually really like the idea of him being into romance novels. it is very endearing and it does bring out a human side. but they don’t do anything with it! i say this because it feels like emma and chevalier’s relationship is one sided. all the effort is coming from emma. emma is the one that has to prove to chevalier the value of love. chevalier doesn’t do anything to contribute to developing the relationship. it’s only about emma proving its worth, thus it feels like the effort falls on emma alone. when he is shown to care about emma and have feelings for her, it feels unnatural to me. because how is he gonna develop an intimate relationship with some he’s known for one month, putting in little effort, when he barely has relationships with his brothers, where he puts no effort, and some of whom do care for him (i’m trying to get at jin who cares for him and leon who’s never expressed any fear when interacting with him.)

my overall point here is that it would be nice if we did have chevalier put in effort, or more effort if that tickles your fancy. have him imitate what he reads in books since he has no experience. this would make it feel like he is putting in effort and it would really highlight his charming clumsy affection. personally, i can really relate and connect to this; when i write romance, i mimic what i read and see in media because i have not experienced it for myself yet. it’s an easy fix but it means so much!

something i noticed is that many people say that, “chevalier never received love/affection from his parents, therefore he has a hard time expressing himself emotionally [we should praise him when he does so].” this is a sound argument, i agree with this, i do think he deserves praise. however, i cannot fully support this statement. he does the bare minimum and people applaud him for it because he has never known love and affection. take leon for example. now i am not comparing leon and chevalier because leon is my favorite, i am using leon’s story to draw this comparison. leon doesn’t know his parents, therefore he never received loved from them. his “adoptive” parents also never had a lot of love to give. it would be accurate to say that he never experienced love and affection. i bring these two points up to compare it to chevalier who also never received love from his parents. this shows that receiving love from one or both parents does not affect their characters here. you could even argue the same with sariel who has little to no memories of his own parents. although i guess you could also argue that the king became his father..

so to sum that all up, his cold nature and his inability to express emotions are not the result of the absence of parental love and affection. so for me, this argument feels like something that’s meant to make you pity chevalier, when the same could be said for leon which isn’t acknowledged at all.

another thing i find interesting is that we have interpreted chevalier’s memorization of the name’s of knights as an emotional thing. chevalier himself expresses it as an obligation as a royal and i just think it’s interesting how he looks at it from a duty standpoint versus our emotional standpoint. because it’s not explicitly stated, one could assume that he doesn’t do for an emotional reason, but rather it’s just his job to honor those that have died for the kingdom in service to the royal family.

something else that i think should be talked about is how chevalier is put on this weird pedestal. he’s always labeled as a genius while the other guys never get praised for their intelligence or accomplishments. it gets tiring to hear “chevalier is a genius” over and over in the game and it doesn’t hold any weight because every brother is quite intelligent. it’s also much more telling than showing.

chevalier and charisma: i have expressed this opinion before and i would like to take this opportunity to explain and defend myself. i think the word authoritative describes him rather than charismatic. authority still implies respect and loyalty. charisma on the other hand is closer to charm and likability. the reason why i disagree with the idea that intelligence equals charisma is because you can be dumb as a box of rocks and still have charisma. there is a reason why people love sweet himbo characters. intelligence isn’t the determining factor here, it’s about how likable you are. charismatic people (with good or bad intentions) make things sound good and inspire loyalty because they are charming, they are likable. not because they are smart. they are able to get people to follow them because they know how to use their charm to play their cards, they don’t need to be a genius to figure it out. if you have to change the definition of charismatic, then he’s most likely not charismatic. chevalier doesn’t try to be likable. he never explains himself and he just does what he deems as necessary, even if it’s not the kindest thing or if the majority doesn’t agree with him. therefore, charismatic is not an accurate description of his character.

this was actually just a long rant and not helpful at all. i don’t think anyone is gonna read all of it anyway. ok im done committing social sui/cide

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that-fanperson-meg · 6 months

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After three weeks of development, I am proud to finally reveal one of my longest writing projects to date, with over six thousand words:

How Twilight Knight Convinced His Father that Their Best Friend Isn’t a War Criminal!

I hope you enjoy! :D

(also heads up this is extremely Dusk & TK centered lol-)

Even by Twilight Knight’s standards -a void-astral with a family tree so confusing that trying to explain it all would take more than two hours- the day had been weird.

First off, they’d almost lost in a sparring match against Mace Knight which never happened, and then proceeded to get in an argument with the knight over the fact that they used a flail not a mace.

With a feeling of annoyance in the back of their mind, he applied bandaids to the places where Mace’s flail had scraped past their armor and left decent size cuts. Though speaking of those scrapes, the knight began worrying that his armor had been damaged. He removed one of their pauldrons and hoped that the worst hadn’t happened.

Of course the universe wasn’t that kind- Twilight Knight’s heart dropped to the floor when he found that the emblem on their right armor piece had a tear that went right across the center of it.

Apparently he’d been staring at it for long enough that the fellow Meta-Knight ahad noticed.

“You good, Twilight? I’m sorry that your armor got dinged up, I could get Javelin to fix it for you!” The knight offered, but they turned his offer down.

With a small sigh, the void-astral pushed the emblem back against the pauldron hoping that the copious amounts of tape that he’d added over time would restick.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s all fine.” They lied, keeping his dual colored eyes on the emblem.

From the dejected tone in the knight’s voice, Mace could tell that it wasn’t ‘all fine’ like Twilight Knight said, but didn’t press it. Instead they gathered their mace and started walking down the hall, leaving the void-astral alone in the training room.

Though before they could fully leave, Mace had to mention something to the knight, “hey, don’t forget about the banquet we’re going to later at Castle Dedede!”

It was at that point that the day had turned from bad to worse. Because it just so happened that he had entirely forgotten about the autumn equinox banquet that the king threw every year.

In an instant, they had -mostly- forgotten about the pauldron situation and began going towards his room to hopefully make themself look at least half decent for the banquet -or really the party, there wasn’t much difference between the two in King Dedede’s eyes.

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Of course, it was his fur that gave them the most problems, because why wouldn’t it? It was almost like the universe was determined to put him through the wringer today.

Though soon enough, they worked out the knot in his navy fur that’d been refusing to cooperate. Which only left one last thing that they had to deal with; his emblem.

It hurt them to look at, if he was honest.

One of their most precious keepsakes, torn, damaged, battered, like it was nothing.

“I don’t think tape’s gonna fix this one…” he joked to themself, examining the rip closer, and he was right.

The original paper emblem had been coated in well over ten layers of tape, and to try and remove the original to fix it, would only do more harm than good. Back when they had originally put the tape on, he’d thought that they’d been protecting it, but now, he’d been wrong.

The thought of that hurt Twilight Knight more than him than they would’ve expected. That emblem was the only thing that he had to remember their best friend by, Dusk had made it for him the day before…everything went wrong.

Memories began replaying in their mind, all far too vivid.

Though the sprint down memory lane was fortunately ebbed when there was a knock on the door. “Hey TK! Could you help me brush my hair?” A voice that he recognized as their younger sister, Selene, asked through the door.

A moment later, he pulled their mask over his face and opened the door to the sight of a young astral holding a hairbrush in one hand and looking up at the door expectantly.

With an amused smile, Twilight Knight waved their sister into his room and she promptly sat on the bed waiting for them.

“So Twi, are you excited for the party? Pretty much all of Dreamland’s gonna be there!” Selene asked, as her brother started to brush out her snowy fur.

The void-astral thought for a moment, “yeah, I am pretty excited actually. It’ll be nice to spend time with you, Ades, Fy, Dolly, Sailor, Bandee, Kirbs, and well…everyone!”

Selene giggled, “we sure do have a giant family, don’t we?”

“It’s bigger than ‘giant’ at this point.” He nodded while working through a small tangle.

The two maintained relative silence after that, thought it was the type of silence that was comfortable, not the type of silence that would come before Estelle-

Pulling themself out of his thoughts, the knight hadn’t noticed that they yanked on the brush at the last second. ‘Why did that memory have to come up now’ was the main thought going through his head, but there was no answer to be found.

“Uh, Twi? Is everything ok?” Selene asked, turning around to face her sibling, who started to apologize.

Once again, that silence had come back but more tense this time, like air was made of glass and talking would only cut the both of them. Even though a cacophony of emotions and half thought out questions were still whispering like embers from a fire in his mind, he was somehow able to brush through Selene’s fur.

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Like most landings the Halberd went through, it was less than smooth, and left a section of Twilight Knight’s bookshelf fallen onto the floor. Which actually was good, because if Meta Knight had been piloting, everything in their room would’ve been on the floor.

“We’re here!” The younger of the two siblings announced, seemingly unfazed by the landing of the ship into the hangar.

A moment later the two were walking down the hallway towards where the gangplank to the ground was, however the two had a better idea of getting to the ground.

“We go on three, ok?” The knight told Selene, keeping a steady hand on the balustrade as the two looked over the side of the Halberd, the ground of the hangar seeming thousands of miles away.

The younger astral nodded with enthusiasm, and pulled the goggles that always rested on her head over her eyes.

With a small laugh, the void-astral began counting down, “one, two, two and a quarter, two and a half…” they dragged out much to Selene’s annoyance.

“…three- GO!” Twilight Knight exclaimed, catching his sister off guard and then jumping off the railing and diving towards the ground.

The wind whistled in their ears as the void-astral went as fast as he could, before opening up their wings to act as a parachute and prevent him from splatting on the ground.

Selene appeared beside the knight a minute later, a pout forming across her face, which somehow made her look even cuter than she already was.

“Hey! You had a head start!” The astral protested.

They shrugged, “I said go and I went! That’s not a head start; that’s just called paying attention- something you need to work on.” The void-astral teased without any spite.

However the two sibling’s argument was soon put down as Sailor Dee walked down the gangplank. “Hey guys! How's it going?” The Waddle Dee asked the two.

“TK cheated!” Selene said, not letting her brother get one word in.

The knight in question scoffed with fake hurt, “as if! Sailor Dee, as your favorite sibling-”

“Bandee’s my favorite sibling.” She deadpanned.

“As your oldest sibling-” they revised.

“Isn’t Pleiades immortal?” Selene interjected.

“You two are a nightmare to work with.” Twilight Knight said with a groan -though internally laughing at their antics-.

After a moment of looking at each other, the two sisters started to giggle to themselves. However, looking around them, the knight realized that all of the other Meta-Knights had already started walking towards Castle Dedede without them.

Though he truly didn’t mind this, as now it had become something that the void-astral liked almost as much as flying; racing people while flying.

“Sail’, Selene! We gotta get moving or else the others are gonna beat us to the banquet!” They informed his two sisters, who realized this fact as well.

Ever enthusiastic, the astral gave a smile and asked, “are we gonna race ‘em?”

Matching her excitement they nodded, “hey Sailor, are you fine with a piggyback ride?” Asking despite already knowing the answer.

A moment later, the Waddle Dee was situated on their back, and three were off flying towards the castle.

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Obviously, Selene, Sailor, and Twilight Knight had arrived at the castle before the rest of the Meta-Knights, but then found that they weren’t the first people there.

All across the room, ribbons, bows, and floral arrangements were scattered about tables while Waddle Dees worked in teams to decorate the room. The siblings were amazed by it all, but their awe was cut short as a bandana wearing Waddle Dee walked up to the three of them.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?” Bandee greeted the trio.

The three all gave their individual greetings before the Waddle Dee looked around expectantly. “Where’s Meta Knight and the Meta-Knights? I thought you all were coming in together.”

“They’re just behind us, I’m sure! We wanted to go ahead of them and wanted to lend a hand.” Sailor Waddle Dee answered.

Bandee’s chocolate colored eyes held a smile, “that’s real kind of you all, but we almost got it all finished.”

“I think the only people that need help would be Fylass and Taranza, they’re doing the floral arrangements.” They went on to explain, and without second thought, Twilight Knight offered to help them.

Looking to their sisters, “you guys go on and enjoy the party, I’ll catch up with you two later.” He told them, silencing any would be objections.

The knight wadded through a traffic jam of Waddle Dees before arriving at a table in the back, where a chimera and a floralian stood looking through an assortment of flowers on the table.

“You’re sure that there were enough of them?” The void-astral’s sibling asked the spider-like floralian beside them.

Continuing to look through the flowers, the older of the two responded, “I’m positive, I double checked and triple checked- I don’t know what could’ve happened to them!” Taranza affirmed to Fylass.

Nervously stepping towards the two, the knight gave a small wave, “hey guys, is everything ok?”

Turning to face them, the chimera gave a sort of tired smile, “good afternoon, Twi- and everything isn’t alright. Somehow, we ran out of the focal flowers we were using and we still have arrangements left to do-”

“I could go get you guys the flowers you need.” He cut Fylass off and a smile grew across both their and Taranza’s face.

Two of the floralian’s floating hands shook his own, “you’re a lifesaver, Twilight Knight!” He thanked them, formal as ever.

“We’re missing these; white anemones.” Fylass explained, grabbing a flower with pearly white petals and yellow center from another one of the flower arrangements on another table.

Taranza followed up on what the chimera had told him, “there’s a patch of them not too far from here over by Cappy Town, if I’m not mistaken.”

With a nod, Twilight Knight started for the exit of the Castle, navigating through the waves of Waddle Dees as they put up the unused decorations, and passing their father and the rest of the Meta-Knights on their way out.

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All other days, the streets of Cappy Town were bustling with people hawking all manner of goods ranging from fresh grown produce, small stuffed toys that children begged their parents for, and even the occasional suspicious magical item that was definitely taken from Halcandra.

However, the only indications that the town wasn’t deserted were the sounds of children playing in their backyards and the few people that the knight passed as he walked down the street.

It was almost so quiet in fact, that Twilight Knight could hear the sounds of a Capsule J2 off flying. However, the more they thought about it, that didn’t sound like the engines of a Capsule J2.

To him, it sounded almost like…a Star Ship.

Though immediately the knight’s brain shut that line of thinking down. There were no Star Ships in Dreamland, they had just been hearing things.

But just to be safe, Twilight Knight began walking faster towards where he’d been told the field of flowers was. Besides, the party was going to start in a couple minutes, they had to get back with the flowers as soon as he could.

In no time at all, the knight had found themself on the side of a windswept hill with flowers, all hues of the rainbow, sloping gently down to the beach with crystal clear water.

However finding one specific flower in a field where well over a hundred flowers grew, was proving to be more challenging than he thought it would be. Everywhere they turned, a flower with pearly white petals and yellow center was there, taunting him.

The time they had before the party was to begin was dwindling down and still he was empty handed. However, just as they were preparing to turn back to the castle and apologize profusely to his sibling; right at their feet was a white flower with slightly pointed petals and yellow center, aka the exact flower he’d been searching for.

A wave of relief fell across Twilight Knight, and they reached down and cut a few of the flowers from their stems. “I can’t believe I was gonna let a bunch of flowers beat me.” The knight laughed to himself, opening their wings and preparing to fly off-

“Lycio..?” A voice said, terrifying the knight with only one word.

Barely anybody knew him by that name anymore. Everyone knew them by Twilight Knight; he was a Meta-Knight, they were brave, he was somebody that people looked up to.

While Lycio?

Lycio was sad.

Fighting their newfound fear, the void-astral turned to face whoever was talking to him.

Behind them was an astral, they had light blue fur, with a mop of golden hair that sat between two horns, their warm pink eyes stared into his own, but it was the mask that rested on their face that told the knight that he knew them.

“Dusk…” they said the name more as a statement rather than a question.

Of course he knew it was Dusk, they’d be a sorry excuse for a friend if he couldn’t recognize them -but then again they were a sorry excuse for a friend for a few other reasons.

For a moment, the world felt like a dream.

He had imagined so many scenarios where the two would find each other again. Though now that it was real, every fiber in them was screaming for a lot of different reasons.

The knight began searching for words to say, but Dusk beat him to it.

“M'not mad, if dat's what yer wonderin’.” They said, staring straight at them.

They paused, “ye I mean - I wuz mad when I finally realized ya bailed on me but-” Dusk admitted, as they reached for their mask, “god's, Twilight I- y'know I can't stay mad at ya.”

The void-astral was torn, part of him wanted to run to Dusk, hug them with all their might and finally be back with his best friend. Though the other half of them was terrified, he was the reason that the astral got hurt, they should just leave.

However he didn’t do either of those things and instead stood their ground, “h- how did you..why did you ... I mean, Dusk is that really you...?” He took a step backwards, acting on instinct.

“I- I mean ye’, it iz me, I hope it’z me ya’know..?” Dusk let out a shaky laugh, “iz -iz it really you? I didn'- couldn' sense ya on dis planet-”

The astral stepped forward towards him and they moved back, wings flicking, ready to lift him into the sky and run at the first hint of something wrong

“Please, if you’re going to-” they began, but Dusk cut him off.

“I would neva’-”

“Why shouldn’t you?” They bit back, and he was right. They had every right, every reason, every excuse to be mad. Though that was the thing, Dusk wasn’t, and that didn’t make sense to him.

Twilight Knight searched for the words to say for a minute, but found that they didn’t need to, as Dusk rushed up to him and wrapped their wings around him.

“Because I missed ya’, ya’ big dork! I haven’ seen ya’ in ages an’- an’” the knight’s word’s faulted for a minute, “I was worried ya’ neva’ made it out!”

He could tell that Dusk was holding back tears, and truth was, they were as well. “I-I-I wuz so worried and ya’ just ran out on me- what were ya’ thinkin’?!”

That was the thing, Twilight Knight hadn’t been thinking. He’d been completely moved by their own fear, the memories of that day still lingered in the back of his mind, always reminding them of his own failure. It was their fault everything fell apart, it was always his fault one way or another.

Dusk pulled back from the hug for a moment, and he could see that they were blinking back tears- and the void-astral was doing the same.

“Why- how are you not mad..? I let you get hurt I-” they stuttered out.

The astral seemed taken aback by that, “Wh- no! A’course I ain’ mad! We got attacked, Twi. If anythin’ I’m mad dat ya’ didn’t eva’ reach out! ‘Ve been looking fer ya’ this whole time!”

A feeling started growing in Twilight Knight’s chest- it was his heart breaking and coming back together a hundred times over.

“Yer my best friend, Twi. I could never be mad at ya’. ‘M sorry it took so long fer me ta’ finally say it.”

He got pulled into the hug again, and practically melted into Dusk’s hold. “I’m not mad. It wuzn’ yer fault, Twi. So, please…don’ run from me, then I’d be mad.”

“You promise..?” They mumbled out into Dusk’s light blue fur.

“I do.”

With a shaky breath, “alright, I won’t.”

The two stayed like that for a while, and the world seemed to seep away into a distant memory.

Though a moment later, the knight remembered why he was out there in the first place.

“Oh dear Nova I’m late!” They exclaimed, pulling away from the hug startling Dusk.

The astral looked at him confused, “what’s going on, Twi?”

“I have a party going on with literally all of my family!” He told, checking over the flowers in their hand. When suddenly he got an idea, “Dusk would you wanna come to the party with me?”

Their friend gave a nervous laugh, “Twi, ya’know I’m not really the best ‘round a lot of people…”

“Oh alright then, I can just drop off the flowers and tell them I had to leave. I could also probably sneak you out some food if you want-”

Dusk Immediately perked up at the mention of food, “they’ll have food there?”

“Yeah it’s a banquet, of course there’s gonna be food.” He shrugged.

“I’m in.”

And without another word, the two were headed off towards Castle Dedede, ready for food and somewhat worried at the idea of Twilight Knight having to introduce Dusk to all of their family.

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Like clockwork, the universe had begun to mess with him as soon as they arrived at the castle and found that Bandana Dee was already welcoming guests in.

As inconspicuous as they could be, Dusk stood out of the line of sight of the Waddle Dee while Twilight Knight went up to their sibling.

“Oh hey Twi! We were beginning to worry about you, how far did you have to go to get those flowers?”

Playing along, the knight shrugged, “all the way out to the Floating Islands- it was a pretty nice view though! Anyways, do you know where King Dedede is?”

The Waddle Dee sighed -despite not actually having a mouth- “the great king is in his room- he still can’t decide which robe to wear.”

“Of course he is,” Twilight Knight rolled their eyes, “thanks, do you think you could run these to Fylass an’ Taranza?” He asked, holding out the flowers to the Waddle Dee who nodded and went down the hallway.

After Bandee turned their back, the knight gestured for Dusk Knight to follow them while they had an opening.

“So, who’s that?” The knight asked as they rounded the corner.

With a slight smile he answered, “oh yeah, that’s one of my siblings. Their name’s Bandana Waddle Dee, though we all just call them Bandee.”

They looked at him for a moment, “how many siblings do you have?”

“Seven I think? We’re not blood related if that’s what you’re wondering.”

An awkward silence then filled the hall, one which neither dared to break. Until they finally arrived at the king of dreamland’s bedroom door.

With a knock on the door, the moth-like knight began to talk to the king on the other side, “heya Dedede? Can we talk for a moment?”

Much to the knight beside them surprise, a penguin that towered over both of them wearing a red robe opened the door a second later.

“Twilight, kiddo! S’nice ta’ see ya! What can I do for ya’?” He asked, seemingly not noticing Dusk.

“There’s a friend of mine that wants to join the banquet, though they weren’t invited so do you think that they could join?”

Without sparing a second thought, the king nodded, “ ‘course they can! We have more than enough food to go ‘round and if they’re a friend a’ yours, they’re a friend a’mine.”

From behind his mask, Twilight Knight smiled as they thanked the king. Before turning back to Dusk and winking, “alright now, we have a party to get to!”

Though as the two knights walked back down the winding hallways that would eventually lead to the grand dining room, a conversation sparked.

“So…how do ya’ know the king a’ this planet?” Dusk questioned.

The second knight gave a small chuckle, “he’s one of my dads- he’s a really great guy, super nice and has an appetite that can match Kirby’s.”

Dusk stopped in their tracks, “YA’ GOT ‘DOPTED BY A KING WHILE I WUZ GONE?” They exclaimed, making him laugh.

“I wasn’t just adopted by the king, Dusk.” They said as nonchalant as he could, as the two came face to face with the grand dining room.

A hundred sounds and smells met the two and Dusk was in awe. Like second nature, Twilight Knight grabbed their friend’s hand and guided them through the room toward the opposite side, where a table that ran the length of the room was filled with all kinds of food and desserts.

Even though a mask obscured the knight’s face, the void-astral could tell that Dusk’s mouth was watering.

“Twi, I think this iz heaven. I’ve died an’ heaven iz full a’ the best food I’ve ever seen.”

The knight in question laughed at his friend’s reaction, “no Dusk, this isn’t heaven, it’s Planet Popstar- I’m gonna go get you a plate.”

Leaving Dusk to marvel at the food, he found two plates for the both of them, but was stopped by a chimera only slightly taller than them.

“Twi, you’re back! I was starting to think you were going to miss the party.” Fylass joked.

The void-astral smiled, “nah I just got a bit…sidetracked. Is everybody sitting at the main table like we planned?”

The chimera nodded, “yeah, Dolly and Ades showed up not too long ago, and Selene, Sailor, and I have been hanging out! It’s been super nice catching up with all of them.”

“Nice! I’ll be there in a minute, also don’t tell the others but there’s someone I wanna introduce to you guys.”

Fylass gave a sort of curious look, but didn’t ask about it further and instead walked back to the table at the head of the room where he could see glimpses of the rest of their siblings there as well.

Navigating back to where he’d left Dusk, they found them a minute later and the two then proceeded to pile their plates up with all of the food that they thought looked good.

Though before the knights could go sit down, Twilight Knight stopped Dusk. “Hey before I go and introduce you to them, I gotta tell you that my family’s probably gonna ask you a bunch of questions, and if you don’t feel comfortable or something just give me a look and I’ll make ‘em stop.

Dusk gave a small smile and nodded, and with that the two of them found their way through the lavish room and found the table where all of his family was waiting for them.

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They would be lying if Twilight Knight said he was worried about how everyone would react to meeting Dusk- because in actuality they were absolutely terrified.

It was an unspoken rule in his family to not ask about anybody’s past, unless they opened up about it first or it was a life or death situation- and Dusk was a person wrapped up in his past.

As the two approached the table, the void-astral assessed what all of their siblings were doing. Selene and Fylass were sitting facing each other busy talking, while Dolly was carrying on a one sided conversation with Pleiades who smiled while listening to the doll, and Bandee was sat beside Kirby who eyed the Waddle Dee’s food like a puppy begging for food scraps.

Practically dragging his feet, the two were now stood next to one of the empty chairs, plates still in hand.

Though before he could get a word out, from down the table Pleiades noticed Twilight Knight’s presence.

“Greetings TK! It’s nice to see that you finally made it- what happened to your pauldron?” Their older brother asked, inadvertently grabbing the attention of everyone else at the table.

Immediately being reminded of the situation with his pauldron he quickly said the first thing that came to mind, “uh- training. But nevermind that- everyone I want to introduce you to my best friend in the entire universe, Dusk Knight!”

They announced, moving Dusk in front of him who offered an awkward wave to the unlikely group of siblings.

Eager and friendly as always, Dolly was the first person to greet the astral. “Hi there! I’m Dolly! It’s super nice to meet you, Mister Dusk!” The doll greeted a wide smile across her face.

“Uh- Iz’s nice t’ meet ya’ too, Dolly.” Dusk said, somewhat caught off guard by the kid’s kindness.

The rest of the table soon went around to introduce themselves, and it was at that point that Twilight Knight thought Dusk’s head was spinning from the amount of names that had been thrown at them.

Though that was only the beginning, as upon them sitting down at the table, questions started coming from everyone. It took longer than either of them thought, but eventually the two had sorted out all of the arbitrary questions, and could do what the title of a banquet entailed; eat.

Sparse conversation filled the spaces between where serene silence fell away. The knight hadn’t had something so…wholesome in quite some time. A long time ago, he’d longed for something like this; to sit down with their family; to be able to leave all of his worries behind if only for a few minutes; to have a real family.

They convinced himself that it was just a childish hope, something that they deemed impossible.

Though he did have a habit of proving themself wrong.

“These cookies are ‘mazing, oh my Nova-” Dusk said through a bite of a cookie decorated with orange frosting.

He smiled, “well thank Fylass! They’re the one that made them.” To which the chimera gave a sort of embarrassed grin.

“I know nuthin’ ‘bout most a’you guys, but Fylass; yer the best person on this planet.” The astral said without hesitation.

Twilight Knight scoffed at Dusk, “I’m right here ya’know!”

“You’ve neva’ made me cookies though.”

From the opposite side of the table, the chimera laughed, “we don’t let Twi in the kitchen for a reason. They burned water once- water.”

However, the lighthearted conversation was cut short as two more people joined the table without any fanfare.

“Hey guys! How’s the party treatin’ all a’ ya?” King Dedede asked the group, taking his seat at the head of the table.

Despite everyone talking over each other, the general consensus was that the party was fun. Though the king’s attention was soon shifted over to the knight on his right.

“Meta, I was wonderin’ where you’d run off to!”

Dedede announced the knight’s name, startling the table with his sudden presence. From where they sat, Selene and Sailor Dee gave their father a smile -or in the Waddle Dee’s case, the look that she was smiling.

A second later, the knight began, “apologies it took me a moment to find my way through the halls, mi rei. Greetings everyone, happy equinox everyone.”

Almost choking on one of the cookies in their mouth, Dusk nudged the knight beside them, getting his attention.

“Twi- why is Meta Knight here? Ya’ neva’ told me that Meta Knight was gonna be here-”

Somewhat confused by the astral’s nervousness they explained, “oh yeah, I guess I forgot to tell you. The rest of the Meta-Knights are also here, as well as the Halberd, which is actually where I live.”

Twilight Knight’s last comment made Dusk do a double take, but whatever they were about to say had been cut off by Dedede.

“So Twi, ‘s this the friend ya’ were talking ‘bout?” The monarch asked the knight sitting to his left.

They nodded, “yeah this is them- Dedede, meet Dusk Knight my best friend.”

“Iz’s nice to meet cha’ ya’ highness- or iz it ya’ majesty- or darn it.” The astral stuttered, ultimately giving up.

Dedede waved Dusk’s apparent nervousness away, “eh don’t worry ‘bout it.

Yer TK’s friend- ya’ can call me Dedede, and if ya’ need a place t’stay for the night, the castle’s always got vacant rooms.”

“That’s real generous of ya’, thanks, Dedede.” They said with an air of what sounded almost like surprise.

Much to the void-astral’s confusion, everything was actually going alright for once. Nobody had asked questions that cut too deep into the past, him and Dusk were finally back together, and their siblings actually seemed to like the astral well enough.

But of course the universe wasn't kind enough to let him have one mostly good day. As a moment after the conversation had died down, Meta Knight had his own set of questions to ask.

“So Dusk Knight, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened to the village on the planet you were stationed on?”

‘Just like him to get directly to the point.’ Twilight Knight thought to themself.

All eyes turned to the knight in question, who remained silent while looking at the tablecloth like it was the most interesting and important thing in the galaxy.

“It wuz…burned down.” They muttered pausing in the middle of the sentence for no apparent reason, making it almost sound like it was a question rather than a statement.

From out of the corner of his eye, Twilight Knight could see Fylass shoot Dusk a look with wide eyes for a second before burying their gaze into the tablecloth.

Meta Knight looked them over for a second, “it was a Nightmare Beast, correct?” He asked, but something in the back of their mind felt like his father already knew what they were going to say.

Dusk was quick to confirm, “uh- yeah that’s what ‘appened.” Though their tone was less confident in that story than he would like.

The bat-like knight had a look of pensiveness in his eyes -which wasn’t that much different than how he regularly looked to an untrained eye- and wordlessly communicated to the knight across from him that they had to talk.

A feeling of dread began to build in the void-astral’s chest, almost like he had to tell their father that he got a bad grade on a test -or at least that’s what they imagined it would be like, he’d never actually gone to school.

“I’ll be back in a minute, don’t worry about me.” Twilight Knight assured the astral, as he got up from the chair walking around the length of the table

feeling the eyes of their family locked on them.

The sounds of the banquet gradually faded away, and he was stunned by how quiet the rest of the castle was. From one of the windows that reached the floor, they could see the bright light of the harvest moon spill into the hallway.

A pair of piercing yellow eyes stared at him as they walked into the hall.

The feeling of dread in his chest had snowballed into a chasm, “so…what do you wanna tell me?” Twilight Knight asked, doing his best to keep the worry out of their voice.

“I do not think Dusk is telling the truth to us.” Meta Knight said point blank.

The knight was taken aback by the statement, “what do you mean? Dusk’s my best friend- they wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I’m not saying that they’re lying to you.”

“Then what are you saying? And what was that about asking them about a village?”

The older knight sighed, “just after the second Dark War ended there were several reports of something that burned down a village. Most thought it to be a NME monster, but the most anyone ever saw of the perpetrator were horns.”

Immediately he knew what their father was insinuating.

“There’s plenty of creatures in this universe that have horns, you know- and I know Dusk better than anyone! They wouldn’t do that- and if they did I’m sure that they had a reason!”

Meta Knight now held a soft look in his eyes, “ay hijo, you know I believe you, but protecting Planet Popstar comes first. If Dusk Knight really did set that village ablaze, then they could very well be a threat to Dreamland.”

Though as Twilight Knight listened, the lights in the hall suddenly grew brighter before dropping back down to the same dimness they were a moment ago.

It was then that something in them broke.

“You were there though- you saw Dusk risk their life to protect me!” He exclaimed holding back a sob, “they could’ve died! I just got them back- I- I’ve missed them for so long- I don’t wanna lose them again.”

The hallway grew quiet again, the same quiet that always came before something bad happened, and the knight began to worry if their cries had been heard by anyone in the dining room.

There were only a handful of times that he’d actually opened up to Meta Knight, and even fewer times that the inverse had happened. Which put the knight on edge not knowing how their father would react.

“Twilight- I hear you- I won’t do anything brash, just…” he trailed off trying his best to comfort him. “Dusk can stay in Dreamland, but please mijo, keep yourself and your siblings safe.”

A smile grew across the void-astral’s masked face as they moved in for a hug with the most powerful knight in the galaxy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the night went on without incident, and soon enough everyone had started to go home. All except for Twilight Knight’s siblings who moved into the games room of the castle, and started up a game of Monopoly.

Thankfully Sailor and Bandee had decided to drop out of the game and instead chose to watch the family fall apart.

“One, two- I’m safe!” Selene exclaimed as she moved her piece across the board.

“That’s actually my property.” Fylass snickered, watching the hope leave their sister’s eyes.

She turned to the knight, “TK, can you ask dad to unadopt Fylass?”

“At this point I am on board with that.”

Fylass scoffed, “hey! That’s no fair-”

Though before the chimera could get out the words Dolly interjected, “It’s mister Dusk’s turn!” She announced handing the knight the die.

Dusk looked over the board, coming up with some master strategy- “I roll t’ rob the bank.”

Or not.

A second later the die clattered around and landed on one. “You failed, go to jail.” Selene said with a smirk, pointing to the cardboard box with small slits that acted as jailbars.

“Does that mean I can leave jail now?” Pleiades asked from inside the box.

Though Selene objected, “Nuh uh! Prisoners don't get to talk!”

But before Dusk could be banished to the makeshift prison, they grabbed the die again. “I ROLL T’ ROB THE BANK!”

Once more the die jostled around, and..!

It landed on one.

Laugher rang out from all players as Dusk grabbed the die again getting the same result the third time in a row.

“I roll to rob the bank!” Twilight Knight said, rolling the die jokingly.

A moment later, the die rolled around before landing on a six. Somehow, they started laughing even harder, as the knight began to cheer and take the money from the center of the board.

The night went on and in the end, Fylass ended up winning the game while Selene came in last -a fact which she heavily disputed saying that Pleiades was actually in last because he was in prison.

But sooner rather than later, everyone started feeling sleepiness creep upon them.

Which of course, called for a blanket fort to be made.

After a while, the fort had been made -mostly by the efforts of Pleiades, Fylass, Twilight Knight, and even Dusk- it was cramped and solely relied on the couch for support, but it was the best blanket fort that the knight had ever seen.

Typically cuddle piles this lage were reserved for traumatic events, comfort, or in an attempt to get another sibling asleep. Though the one he was in right now was an exception.

Selene and Dolly had fallen asleep on Pleiades, locking the immortal in place (where hopefully he’d eventually fall asleep as well), Kirby and Bandee were both asleep with the young astral sprawled out over the Waddle Dee, and Sailor Dee and Fylass were leaning against the other sharing a blanket.

Which only left Dusk and themself.

“Hey Dusk, you up?” The knight whispered to their friend.

“Yea’ what’z up?”

The void-astral whispered back, “I just wanna say that I’m so happy to have you back.” He wasn’t entirely sure if it was just sleepy sappiness but small tears started forming in the corners of their eyes.

Without any words, Dusk pulled him into their grasp holding him in a hug. “Same here Twi, I missed ya so much. ‘M glad I fin’lly got ya back.”

They leaned into the touch and before he knew it -surrounded by friends, family, and their favorite people in the entire galaxy- Twilight Knight fell asleep.

Finding that in the morning, that the emblem on his pauldron would inexplicably repair itself.

Now for tags!

Dusk Knight by @aesthetically-meme

Selene by @moon-mage

Fylass by @george228732

Dolly by @ilikesillythingswooo

Pleiades by @loaflovesdoodling

I’m so sorry if these guys are OOC :[

#twilight knight oc #kirby oc #kirby original character #kirby #meta knight #King Dedede #bandee #sailor waddle dee

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pearl: nye 1985 [drabble]

word count: approx. 600

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, oblivious idiots in love, self-doubt / insecurities, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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‘86 is going to be Eddie’s year, he can feel it.

The next twelve months are going to be his best yet. He’s decided. He is finally going to graduate and he is going to get a part-time job, so he can also focus on the courses he wants to apply for at the local community college.

Most importantly, he has his girl and with you by his side, Eddie feels like a fucking king. Maybe, if you don't think it’s moving too fast, you’ll even be able to move in together before the year ends — even if it’s just as friends, at first.

To him, you are perfect, so he wants to do right by you. He’ll finally tell you how he really feels. No more tiptoeing around the situation. Especially since he knows at one point in time, you felt the same way — most likely still do, if your almost kiss back in October was any indication.

Eddie thinks about that moment often.

The look of longing in your eyes. The softness of your skin. Your intoxicating scent. Your hot breath meshing with his own as you inclined towards one another. Eddie instinctively shuts his eyes at the memory. God, it was so close. You were so close. He should’ve just kissed you.

And ever since then, your eyes have found him in every setting. Your touches lingered a little longer. Your hugs were a little more forceful. Eddie could tell you craved to relive that proximity. He craved it too. Badly. You have always occupied his thoughts, but recently it was more… intense. Since that afternoon in his room, every time you have hung out, Eddie wondered if your lips tasted like they did back in November of ‘84. He also thought about that kiss often. Yet there was something unexplainable stopping him from acting on those unspoken feelings.

Sighing, the metalhead puts out the cigarette and is about to head back inside the house when the person who has made home in his mind and heart appears in front of him.

“There you are,” your voice is sweet and Eddie instantly feels better. “Here, I made you a drink. Something I came up with during my brief stint away at college. I call it Pearl. Also, if you hate it, please pretend you don’t.”

“Thank you, princess.”

He takes the drink and throws his other arm around you, pulling you into his chest while he takes a sip. Pressed against him, you’re examining his face for a reaction. The liquid burns down Eddie’s throat, but it’s not the worst thing he’s ever tasted.

“Not bad,” a small white lie as he takes another sip, “But I gotta be honest, the name is quite mild in comparison to how it tastes.”

The metalhead looks down at you then and you giggle.

“I’m gonna pretend that’s the point,” you say, the smile on your face widening.

“Clever.”

While Eddie takes another sip, you cuddle further into his embrace and exhale with content. Eddie’s heart skips a beat or two and because you’re so close now, he’s sure you can feel it. He’s sure you can feel all of him.

And he wants you to ‘cause— he loves you. He is in love with you.

… There goes that odd feeling again. It creeps up on him, almost like a shiver, every time he wants to address how you make him feel. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared, which is why you’re still none the wiser, but this time, Eddie shakes it off briskly by remembering where he is and kisses the top of your head.

Yeah, he’s confident. Thanks to you, ‘86 belongs to him, Eddie fucking Munson. Nothing is going to break him this year.

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

#eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #bestfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson x best friend reader #pearl (eddies version)

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itsthestutterforme · 4 months

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“The Look of Love” 1/2 (Steve Rogers x ex!reader)

Summary: After Steve got back from D.C., he made a decision he would soon regret. Now he wants to try and out the pieces back together.

Prompt Credit @promptsforthestrugglingauthor : “Do you love me?” “Do you even have to ask?”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, story is set in Avengers: Age of Ultron, minors DNI

You clicked rewatch for the third time on your tv, settling back into the covers. You curled up into a ball and wrapped your blanket over your shoulders so only your head was peeking out. More tears continued to free fall when you feel your mind receding into the memories you and Steve shared.

You genuinely thought Steve was your person. And you thought you were his person, but you quickly realized that wasn’t the case. You had to be honest and say you stopped listening after he said, “I don’t think I’m good for you, Y/N.”

It made no sense, really. You thought things were going well. Sure him going on missions could be taxing in the relationship but you made it work. He always came back to you. But when he came back from D.C. after taking down SHIELD, he hasn’t been the same.

It was when the two of you hung out since D.C that he decided to break things off. He wasn’t himself but it wasn’t your place to ask anymore. But you hoped that he finds what he was looking for.

You heard a few knocks at the door and further snuggled into the covers. “Y/N, open the door. It’s Natasha,” her raspy voice calls from the door. “And Maria,” she adds. Letting out a sigh, you lifted from the bed and walked to the door. You closed your robe around your frame before opening the door.

“Oh sweetie,” Maria starts, pulling you in for a hug. Wrapping your arms around her, more tears blurred your visions and your throat burn the longer you held back your sobs. Natasha files in behind Maria and closes the door to your apartment. “I’m gonna kill him,” Natasha says, rubbing your back warmly.

“Please don’t. He isn’t a bad guy. He’s just going through something,” you croaked, sniffling occasionally. “I’m sorry I didn’t answer your texts. I just..” “You don’t have to explain yourself, Y/N. We understand,” Maria says once she pulls away.

“How you eaten anything today?” You shook your head no, causing your hair to shake under your bonnet. “Let’s get some food in your system first,” “Why? What’s wrong?” ��Nothing is wrong. It’s just that Tony is having a party and he wanted to make sure you were still coming.” Maria explains.

“I’m sure he’s invited half of New York. Why does Tony care whether I go to his party?” “He wanted to make sure you knew you belonged with us, even if you’re not dating Steve.” Natasha states.

“He said that?” Tears swelled in your eyes and you huffed in annoyance. “I’m so tired of being emotional and crying over everything. I’m sorry.” You pressed your palm to your forehead and tried to take a deep breath.

“Hey, we got time. You don’t have to rush anything into anything. You know what? Who cares, we can all stay in.” Maria offers. “No, no. I’ll.. I’ll at least try to make it.” Natasha and Maria shared a look and Natasha opens the door back up again.

She reached down and pulled out a duffel bag with a gorgeous navy blue dress covered in a plastic wrap. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” she says, handing you the dress. “Guys, you didn’t have to get me a..” you trail off when you see Natasha purse her lips. “Tony got for me, didn’t he?”

“I would love to take credit for it, but yes. Say what you want about Tony, but he has taste.” Natasha says, making you chuckle. “You do have a point,” you took a closer look at the dress. “Is this Givenchy?” You asked, turning the dress around to face them. “Yes it is,” “I’m going to kill him,”

“Like I said, we have time so let’s get you some food first before we work our magic,”

“Do you still feel good about it?” Sam asks Steve when he racks the pool balls. “I never felt good about it. I didn’t even want to do it. I didn’t want to drag her along with everything that’s happened with Bucky. That’s not what she signed up for.” Steve explains. “So you didn’t want to break up with her?”

“No,” “Have you considered getting back together?” “I’ve been to her apartment a few times but then I hear her crying. And I don’t want to put her through any more pain.” Steve explain, running a hand over his face.

“As much as I want to fix it. I don’t know if I can.” He adds and Sam’s gaze falls to the new group that filed out of the elevator once it opened. “Well it looks like you have your chance,” he tilts his head behind Steve, causing him to turn around and see you with Natasha and Maria.

You were never one for taking revenge because you refused to indulge in pettiness. But it felt nice to have so many eyes on you. You continued to scan the room and you were about to make eye contact with Steve when Natasha grabbed your hand, leading you to the bar.

Steve inhale sharply as he takes all of you in. You’ve worn dresses before but none this revealing. The silk dress was a gorgeous, navy that almost matched the color of Steve’s shirt. You move to sit down on one of the stool and that’s when he noticed the dress was backless. The dress hugged your curves beautifully, outlining the body he used to run his hands over every morning before work.

Your senegalese twists trailed down your toned back just enough to cover the monarch butterfly tattoo you have on the center of your back. But the tattoo would reveal itself whenever you turned to look at Maria and Natasha when they were talking. You looked delectable. Steve thought to himself.

Steve’s jaw clenched when he noticed a group of men looking at you the same way he was. He had no right to feel any protectiveness towards you. You weren’t his anymore. You could talk to anyone you wanted. Flirt with anyone you wanted.

You were completely oblivious to it, on purpose if you might add. If you didn’t engage with anyone, they are less likely to approach you. Or so you thought, but the crowd that Tony runs with are very bold. And you’re not entirely sure if you liked that.

“Y/N!” Tony greets once he noticed you at the bar. He crossed the room to give you a hug and some of his friends followed. “Hi Tony. Thank you so much for the dress.” You said, standing from the stool and wrapping your arms around him. “Dresses are just a piece of fabric. This,” he gestures to your body, “Is all you,”

“Thank you,” your face felt hot from the attention you were getting. “Has he tried to come talk to you yet?” He asked and you shook your head no. “Truthfully, I’ve been trying to avoid eye contact the entire time.” You whispered to him. “You are very funny,” he says with a chuckle but you were dead serious.

Tony introduced you to some of his posse and you were met with a lingering stares and ginger kisses to your knuckles. Steve damn near broke the pool stick and Sam had to nudge him to stop staring so hard. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He lifts the triangle and offered Sam to break.

Most of Tony’s posse went over the couch to talk more comfortably. However there was a man who lingered. Maria went over to talk with Tony and Natasha was flirting with Banner, leaving him with the perfect opportunity. “You mind if I sit here?” The man asks you. “Nope I don’t mind,” you took a sip of your Mai Tai, trying not to make a face.

“Not much of a drinker, huh?” He says. “Not normally. I’m a social drinker and that’s about it.” “I’m sorry, did Tony introduce us?” You added. “Ouch. Am I that forgettable?” “No, not at all. There was just a lot of names to remember and I-“ “It’s okay, sweetheart. No need to fret. I’ll gladly reintroduce myself to an angel like yourself. I’m Bruce,”

You shift a little in your seat the longer you two talked, not particularly liking this conversation with Bruce. And you definitely didn’t like his predatory eyes raking your form. “I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.” You tried to stand from the stool and Bruce caught your arm.

“Is that code for something, honey?” “Let go of me,” you said sternly. “Steve,” Sam alerts his friend once he sees what was going on. Maria noticed the interaction and stood from her chair. Once she noticed Steve dropping the pool stick and making his way towards you, she sat back down but still kept an eye on you. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be such a prude.” Fed up with his persistence, you grab his wrist and twisted down.

“Ow, ow, let me go you bitch! Ah!” You twisted his wrist even harder when you heard someone approach. You froze when you heard Steve say, “What did you just say?” You let go of Bruce’s wrist and looked to Steve. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how pissed Steve was.

His eyes narrowed at Bruce who now cradles his hand against his body. “Look man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, okay? It was a mistake.” “You’re damn right it was a mistake. Get the hell out of here before you ended up with a broken jaw and a sprained wrist.” He closed the gap between him and Bruce.

Your lips parted in shock from Steve’s reaction. “A-alright man,” Bruce stammers, standing from the stool. “I’ll walk you out,” Sam says, following him to the elevators. You were thankful the scene didn’t completely stop the party because that would have been embarrassing to say the least.

Steve’s gaze fell to you and you quickly closed your mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken like that in front of you,” he apologized.

“It’s alright.. and you don’t have to worry about me reading between the lines and seeing something that’s not there. I know you would have done the same thing had it been someone else.” You explain, fiddling with your necklace anxiously.

“It wasn’t just anyone else. It was you,” you abruptly stopped touching your necklace when he stares at you with anticipation. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He felt like an absolute idiot trying to talk to you. You drank the rest of your Mai Thai in one go. “Could I have a shot of whiskey please?” You asked the bartender. “Make that two,” he corrects.

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I’m sure you and Sam were having fun. You should go back.” you stated. “Do you want me to go back?” “You don’t have to ask me, Steve. We’re not..” you trail off and let out a breath.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Y/N. I swear, I just-“ “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Steve. I’m sure you had a good reason and anything else you’ll say will just confuse me so please.”

He presses his lips together and nodded in understanding. “I want to make things right,” Rather than answering, you took your shot and when Steve reached for his, you drank his too. His eyes met yours again and with that you left the bar.

Natasha flags you down and motions you to sit next to her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah. I think I’m going to go actually. I’m starting to get tired.” “No, don’t go. We were about to play a game,” Tony offers. With so many eyes on you, your face felt hot for the second time that night. Tony smiled once you caved and agreed to stay for a bit longer.

As the night continued, more and more people left and now it left the original Avengers and close friends. Sure you were among friends but you felt that you overstayed your welcome and wanted to go home. Not to mention, Sam left too so Steve’s attention was solely on you.

He had sat on the couch in front of you, occasionally looking over at you to see your reaction to the conversation. “Looks like it’s about that time to go,” you state, standing from the couch to stretch. You were met with groans of dissatisfaction and pleads to stay.

“I am not a party animal like some people,” you playfully snap at Tony. “But think of how unstoppable you’ll be,” Tony offers. “Do you want me to take you home?” Maria suggests and you shook your head no.

“No I’ll just call an Uber. I’ll be okay,” you exchanged hugs with everyone, leaving Tony last. “You sure?” Natasha asks. “Of course,” you state, pressing a kiss to Tony’s cheek and gave him a small hug. “Well in that case, I trust that Cap will walk you out,” he says when you pull away.

Before you knew it, Steve was by your side and you sent Tony a glare. To which he responded with a wink. You and Steve walked towards the elevator, his hands stuffed in his pockets while you typed in Tony’s address for the Uber. “I could take you home if you want,” Steve offered when the elevator opened and the two of you walked in.

The elevator closed and you clicked the button for the lobby. You clicked out out of the Uber and bit your lip anxiously. When he noticed your hesitance, he added, “Or not. That’s okay. I don’t want to make to you feel uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Steve. You.. you make it very easy to fall in love with you and I don’t want to see something that isn’t there.” “It’s there, Y/N. You’re not seeing things. I’m right here.” He steps closer to you just as the elevator dings open.

You stared at each other for a moment, wondering where to go from here. “Do you love me?” You asked after a long pause. “Do you even have to ask?” He brushes some of your twists off your shoulder.

“Then we should have that talk,”

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Another one - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part four)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 2,8k

A/N: Hi there lovelies. Can I start (again) with sharing my gratitude over the fact that part three was so well received, it really warms my heart! Like mentioned before I never pictured this as a series until some of you asked for more and I have to confess that since then my mind went crazy. After seeing Enola Holmes 2, the various interviews and ofcourse the pictures of this gorgeous human being, my mind wondered in all the right places, leaving me horny as fuck but also fueling my inspiration for continuing these series. So I have to say there will be a lot of smut coming because I can’t help myself, sorry not sorry.

Even though I enjoy the likes/hearts I would love love love and appreciate to hear from you what you think (those who have left me a message thanks a million!). Anyway, without further ado here is part four which I hope you enjoy just as much as I did.

Masterlist Grand Suite🔥

“Needed to see you? Again?!”

“Yeah I know, that’s what he said! And then we had this hot make-out session.”

“Hot damn, Jojo!” Jenny whispered, “the thought alone makes me hot already so you probably must be molten lava from the inside!”

A snort escaped your throat while quickly glancing back at Henry who was waiting for you at the bar. His blue eyes met yours, feeling like he was staring straight into your soul while you whispered a very quick recap to Jenny.

Even though you’ve seen him a few times now his appearance still made your knees weak. Not to mention how the slickness between your thighs grew and grew at the thought of your previous hook-up and the fact that he came back for you. Telling you he couldn’t shake your little adventure from his mind and wanted to see you again. Well, see.. You could easily fill in the blank and to be honest you craved the same. Very much so.

“Oh bitch, you have no idea…” you started while turning your gaze back to your best friend and co-worker Jenny, “are you sure you’re gonna be okay Jen?”

Jenny’s face turned to stone as she gripped your wrists. “Babe, if you don’t go now I will go in your place instead. I’m sure my sweet David will understand and forgive me since he’s obsessed with Superman. And besides,” she glanced over her shoulder, “when Lance comes back I will tell him you’ve got your period and that is was really bad. He will ask no further questions since he probably be cringing in the corner of the bar.”

“Gods, you’re the best you know that?” You said while quickly hugging her.

Jenny smiled. “I know, I know. Now go, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Squeezing her hands one more time you grabbed your bag and walked towards Henry.

“Ready, darling?” He asked.

“I’m all yours.” You replied and heard a soft hum escape his lips as his eyes darkened slightly.

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As soon as the elevator doors on the ground floor of the hotel closed you were in Henry’s arms again. This time the kissing was bolder and messier. Smacking sounds and moans filling the small interior as you made your way up.

With a squeak the doors opened when you’ve reached the destined floor where the grand suite was located and where you had very fond memories of. Little did you know back then that he would come back for you and you’d be here again. If someone had told you this you would’ve laughed them straight in the face.

A shudder ran down your spine as you felt Henry’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you silently through the hallway. The only sounds were your muffled footsteps on the thick carpet and the soft panting from your make-out session. You looked up at him as his hand reached into his pocket to retrieve the card-key to unlock the creme-colored door of the grand suite.

He glanced back at you and opened the door with one hand while the other grabbed the nape of your neck. Before you knew it he had dragged you inside, kicked the door shut and slammed you against it while pressing his body firmly into yours as he hungrily kissed you again.

Your head spun and the way his body melted into yours left you breathless. Gods, he felt so good against you, the way his hands roamed over your body, how his lips moved over yours. More. More. More. Was all you could think and it appeared he shared the same thoughts.

As he broke the kiss the both of you reached for your clothes and you were sure that you’ve never undressed this quickly before. As soon as you were naked as the day you were born you were on each other again, unable to stop the urge to feel skin on skin.

You placed your hands on his shoulders as his broad arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up as his hands glided over your ass. Pressing you back to the door, you whimpered when you felt his erection press against your lower stomach.

He was hard. Rock hard and the feeling of it made your body feel electric.

“Oh fuck, Henry,” you whimpered as you traced his chest, abs and stroked his hard member. He hissed, resting his forehead against yours and moved his hips lazily into your touch.

“Joanne,” he swore, “I want to fuck you so bad right now, you have no idea.”

Fucking hell, these few words made you yearn for him even more, the need so intense you felt like you could explode. Both of your self control was hanging on by a very, very thin thread by now and as he halted his movement he stared up at you. Without saying the words you knew what he was about to ask.

“Clean?”

You nodded furiously, “and on birth control. So just fuck me already or I’m about to fucking scream.”

He barked out a short laugh and then spanked your ass, retrieving a yelp from you.

“So needy… start of the lesson, stop acting like a brat and say please or another consequence will follow.”

Your ass cheek stung from the smack and you couldn’t help when a grin appeared on your face. You wanted to disobey, you wanted be a brat and to meet his consequences. You wanted to challenge him and put him on edge, the thought of him having a certain power over you and being dominant made the blood in your veins pound even faster.

But besides that the hunger for him was bigger. The empty feeling in your lower stomach aching as you clenched around nothing, you wanted him, you needed him. And you needed him now.

You tried to guide his cock to your entrance but he interrupted your action by grabbing your wrist and held it above your head against the wall.

He clenched his jaw as you let out a frustrated groan. “Fine, just fuck me please.”

A smirk appeared on his face while releasing your wrist, his hand guiding his cock to your slick opening.

“Good girl,” he praised and your body vibrated in anticipation. His grip tightened as he slammed his hips against yours, filling you completely. The force and pace of his thrust kicked the air out of your lungs as he started to pound you against the door.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, bracing yourself and held on for dear life. Moans spilled out of your throat as you rasped for air. He didn’t gave you a chance to adjust, the way he was fucking you was relentless, feral and full of need. Even though the force and sudden stretch caused a slight sliver of pain, the pleasure was way greater and seeing the look on his face… Fucking hell.

The curl that turned your insides to liquid fell onto his forehead, his mouth slightly ajar so the panting breaths could escape, and his eyes.. Damn his ocean eyes were darkened with desire, staring at you with a feral need.

“Ah fuck!” You swore as you wrapped your arms around his neck so your chest was flush to his.

Sweat started to form on his brow. He tilted his head, pressing his lips against your neck and sucked at the delicate skin. Drawing a curse from you and you felt his lip curl up into a grin. You scraped your nails across his back, trying to pull him even closer. He kept moving rigorously and didn’t hold back.

He groaned in your ear as he kept thrusting into you, meeting you at all the right places. With every stroke you came closer and closer to your orgasm, the built up made you clench around him.

“Fuck darling,” Henry hissed through gritted teeth as his thrusts started to falter, chasing his own high, “you feel so fucking amazing.”

All it took were a few more thrusts for you to fall over the edge. The blood in your ears rang as the dopamine from your orgasm spread throughout your veins, warming your entire being. Henry following you right after and with one final, hard thrust he came.

Your whole body tingled and you closed your eyes while savoring the moment. The way his sweat covered skin warmed yours, the soft curls of his chest brushing against your hardened nipples as he also tried to catch his breath while softly stroking your back, it all was just right.

He was the first one to break the silence. “Are you alright, darling?”

Him calling you darling seems to get you every time. A smile tugged at your lips as you answered.

“More than alright.”

“Good, well let’s get you cleaned up.”

Still buried inside you he carried you across the big suite and gently put you back onto your feet when you arrived in the bathroom.

While Henry turned on the tap of the shower, grabbed two towels and laid down two robes you looked around. Last time you never made it to the bathroom and just like the rest the room was extraordinary and huge. But unlike the light interior of the apartment the bathroom was dark, tiled with big and anthracite tiles, from the ceiling hung a big rain shower head and a broad mirror plastered across the wall, mirroring the entire space making it look even bigger than it already was.

“Joanne,” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you caught his gaze through the mirror, “get that bratty ass over here.”

You swallowed and bit your lip at the sight of him. He stepped under the soft stream and you watched how the water cascaded over his face onto his shoulders down his abs, his delicious cock and over his mighty thighs. Damn, you wished you had your phone on you so you could record this and watch it over and over. How could something so simple be so freaking hot?

Stepping into the shower you felt the warm drops hit your skin and you couldn’t suppress a soft hum leaving your lips. Henry dragged his tongue over his lips and gently tugged you under the stream, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest.

You watched your reflection in the mirror while he gently caressed your arms up and down, moving on to your shoulders and kneading the flesh there.

“Mmm,” you hummed and closed your eyes, the muscles relaxing under his touch. Slowly he moved down your shoulders, massaging your back, descending to your waist and squeezing the soft flesh there. You leaned into his touch and let your head fall back against his shoulder.

He switched to your front and drew small circles across your stomach. The sensation made your core flutter as you shifted on your feet. His hands following this invisible path and ended with your breasts. With his pointer finger and thumb he pinched the erected buds and you ached into his touch, a small moan rolling over your lips.

“I love these,” he murmured and cupped your breasts fully now. You gasped as you felt him harden behind you, pressing against your cheeks and you couldn’t help but grind your ass on him. While he played with your breasts he nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your delicate skin. The motion sending a throbbing sensation straight between your legs.

“Is this your definition of ‘cleaning up’?” You breathed, while opening your eyes and meeting his gaze through the mirror which slowly started to get foggy.

He cocked his brow, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” You responded right away which caused him to chuckle.

“Still so needy,” he said cocky and while one hand played with your breast the other slowly made its way down over your stomach and slipping between your legs. Stroking the tender flesh and flicking over the throbbing bundle of nerves which made you cry out.

You held on to his arm which was snaked around you and felt your pulse quicken again as the feeling of another orgasm started to built. He moved his hand further down and slipped two of his fingers into your wet folds. You gasped and moaned as he touched that soft spot which made you see stars.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice gravel as he kept moving. You hadn’t noticed that you had shut your eyes and when you met your reflection you clenched around his fingers, causing him to hiss. A choked sob escaped your lips at the sight of your reflection.

Even though the reflection got foggier you still could make out the corded muscle flex in his arm as he kept moving. But that was not the main reason a burst of pleasure shot through your body. It was the way how you looked in his grasp. You knew and felt that he was massive but seeing yourself while he towered and hovered around you, making you seem small, was nothing like you’ve felt before.

Turns out you apparently had another kind of size kink. And to even top it off that bloody curl was now dripping onto his forehead and you felt like you could burst right out of your skin.

“Oh fuck!” You wailed as your legs started to buckle, unable to fight the trembling. It was like all your nerves and skin were set aflame. Henry held you tight against his chest.

“Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes!” The word leaving your lips like a whisper.

“Say please.” He growled and you whimpered when he adjusted the pace. No, no, no! You were so close.

“Henry, no…” you whined, “don’t tease me!”

“Then obey me, you brat,” he growled in your ear while pulling you harder against his chest, continuing the steady and excruciating pace.

“You know what I want to hear, darling.”

The built up tension was now so high. Your climax within your reach, feeling like you were dangling on the edge of a cliff. The frustration making you forget your morals so you dug your nails into his arms as you begged.

“Okay please Henry, please let me come. Please, please, please!”

A groan vibrated through his chest, rolling out of his throat as he loosened his grip around you. Before you could blink he had you turned around with your back against the cool tiles while kneeling in front of you, eyeing your sex.

Wait, what? You were having a hard time to process what was happening, your head and thoughts drowning in desire. He hooked your leg over his shoulder, gripping you tight and dived right between your legs.

Oh. My. God.

You blinked as if you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. He plunged his tongue straight into your folds as his fingers dug into your flesh. Licking and sucking the aching skin while your leg dangled over his shoulder.

Your hands snaked into his hair for leverage and for the fact that you needed him closer. He looked up at you and your heart skipped a beat.

My, my, this was so freaking hot.

He held you like you weight nothing and squeezed your ass cheeks as he moved on to your clit and flicking his tongue over it. He hummed and the vibrations had you reeling for him.

“Oh fuck, Henry please!” You panted while tightening your grip onto his hair, “right there!”

You couldn’t remember when or if someone has ever made you this desperate to climax before.

Slipping his fingers back inside he stimulated your sacred spot. Stars started to form in your sight as your heart beat like a war drum and you couldn’t help the animalistic noises leaving your throat.

Your muscles clenched one more time, pulsing and relaxing as your orgasm washed over you. Finally feeling like you jumped right of the cliff and into oblivion. Gasping for air as your lungs burned, the ringing in your ears was immense as you tried to catch your breath.

“That’s my good girl,” he muttered and after pressing a gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh he rose to his feet, still holding you tight. And thank the heavens he did because your legs felt so weak you weren’t sure if they would support you.

“My goodness Henry,” you managed to bring out as you felt like you slowly descended back into your body again, “you’re insane.”

He chuckled, grabbed the bottle of shampoo and started to gently soap you in, now in fact cleaning you up. “Oh darling, if you only knew…”

You shuddered at the thought. Gods, if you did only knew.

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George Is A Coward For Never Doing Gay Incest

an incomplete list of gay incest he could have done, it was right fucking there come onnnn

Rhaenys/Visenya you are telling me lesbian icon Visenya who hates her husband and lives completely separately from him for decades but somehow managed to live with him while Rhaenys is alive wasn’t in love with Rhaenys? that the paternity of both aenys and maegor is questioned and we get nothing to delve into how that affected the relationship between the sisters? cowardly!

Viserys/Daemon, i’m gonna be honest EYE consider this canon and there’s nothing george can do about it, like daemon beats the messenger who told him viserys remarried bc he’s so mad and that’s NOT gay rage over how much he wants to be his brother’s wife so they can be aegon and visenya and conquer the world together, even while daemon flaunts his privileges as a man?? nah i see right through gyldayn’s heterosexuality.

Aegon II/Aemond, you're telling me Aemond calls himself protector of the realm while his brother is dying of his wounds but specifically doesn't call himself king, and Aegon throws Aemond a party after Aemond kinslays and helps kicks off the war and those two weren't fucking?? whack.

Baela/Rhaena, Baela has this amazing, bad ass, ultimately completely useless stand off that ends in the deaths of two dragons, eventually married to an uncle/cousin who cheats on her constantly, and is completely shut out of politics aka she gets Rhaenyra-ed, and meanwhile Rhaena gets two husbands that adore her, a dragon, and significant respect from the Lords, I am telling you there is some sort of psychosexual obsession here in how in order for Rhaena to rise (and HEAL), Baela must fall and suffer, and Baela "trying desperately to be Daemon's mini me" Targaryen wouldn't get obsessive over this.

Aegon III/Gaemon Palehair is possibly incest given we don’t know who Gaemon’s father is, also i know there’s an awkward age gap but see: my gay little hands and characters i like, also, there’s weird age gaps everywhere and aegon ii was old enough to have a bastard closer to aegon iii’s age if george had been less of a coward smh. so much here in the way gaemon’s crown is torn from his head along with his mothers and he’s forced to serve the monarchy, only to fall in love with the living embodiment of every painful memory gaemon has, of aegon resenting the crown on his own head bc if he’d been the fourth born son he could have never married and lived his life with gaemon, with his brothers, with his mother, but now they’re stuck in these roles that are going to devour them whole and he can see it coming but he can’t stop it!

Daena/Elaena, listen, two sisters with bastards who choose different sides of a war because daena has only ever found freedom with the traditional, racist fucks that want to crown her son so she throws her lot in with them because she will not be a prisoner ever again dammit and elaena was only ever freed when daeron allowed her an outlet for her immense intelligence and she’s in love with a dornish man who opens her eyes to the prejudices at court, and under all that are two girls who only ever found peace in the maidenvault through their small, stolen kisses and raising their bastards together, a little odd family forced together by the madness of their brother completely split apart by the madness of court LIKE??? HELLO?

Baelor Breakspear/Maekar, think of the POSSIBILITIES of how the monarchy is purposefully stepping away from incest only for two brothers so dissimilar to find an attraction between them they don’t understand, Maekar always jealous of all that Baelor is given while Baelor longs for Maekar’s relative freedom and they refuse to say what they really mean, how they really feel, and Baelor dies by Maekar’s hand IT IS GIVING ALRIGHT

Jon/Aegon VI, I will be pushing this literally until the day ados comes out and my whole “they gave show!dany aegon’s plot in the stormlands, the reach, and dorne which means jon/aegon is going to be full of homoeroticism and we will get a scene where Jon calls Aegon a child and Aegon throws a petulant fit in front of his unknown half baby brother” theory gets jossed. and if he doesn’t do it he’s a coward AND I STAND ON THAT.

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Stories To Be Told: PART 15

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A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: im gonna be honest ya’ll. im giving MYSELF backlash with this damn writing lmao. one second she loves az. the next second she’s back to cussing him out. i love it and hate it so much right now. but dont worry. itll end soon.

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I didn’t sleep that night either. Nothing could quell these thoughts in my mind. The walk had done nothing. Azriel had done nothing. My thoughts were not only hitched on that stupid dream I had, but the few memories I had of… the event. Gods, I needed to find a way to refer to that. Rather than just the “event”.

The next morning, with my eyes sunken in and my head feeling so incredibly weird, there was a knock on my door.

I stood up, limping a little bit less as I cracked the door. Azriel, of course, was on the other side of it. I opened the door a bit more, leaning against the frame as I stared at the hazel-eyed male.

“You look tired,” he observed. “Did you manage to sleep last night?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “If you’re coming here to check on my well being again, I’m fine. The fact I told you I was thinking at all is a miracle.” The thread in my check yanked again and I grit my teeth hard.

“I’m aware, I’m not here to push it. Cassian canceled training today, so I was going to invite you. Since you wanted to continue training and all,” he explained.

I cocked a brow. I did remember saying that. Az was here to actually make good on that promise?

“Why’d he cancel?” I asked curiously, opening the door a bit more as I moved to grab my leathers.

“Unrest in Illyria, Rhys went with him. And seeing as you’re already not taking Madja’s advice seriously, I figured training couldn’t be too bad, since you walked nearly 15 miles in the forest.”

I narrowed my eyes, jerking my head to meet his gaze. “How do you know that?”

“Shadows can do a lot more than you think.”

I rolled my eyes, strapping on my last dagger before following him through the halls. He didn’t go to the balcony, where we would fly up, instead, as if still concerned for my healing, he led the way up the stairs to the training area.

The fresh breath of air I got when we finally got up onto that little plateau, was relieving in the best of ways.

“Would you like to work with mitts first? Or something else?” Azriel asked, stretching out his wings a bit as a wind blew from the left.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, hiding a yawn behind my forearm as Azriel went to retrieve the equipment we needed.

“By the way,” He said, walking to me. I’d settled myself into one of the fighting rings. “You’re wearing your leathers for the Day Court meeting. Along with the other Valkyries.”

“Alright.”

Azriel seemed a lot different than a few days ago. We had been arguing before the event. And now he has gone a lot more… placid and compliant to my requests to leave things be. Which, don’t get me wrong, I appreciated it, but it just made me wonder.

Was he getting tired of forcing himself to deal with me? Or was I really just being that sensitive? Maybe I’d spent too long away from actual civilization. Maybe this was actually all totally normal. Maybe-

I cut off my thoughts as I wrapped my knuckles with a bit of cloth offered to me.

Azriel had protective sparring pads on his hands, and braced himself carefully, and then gave me a challenging look. “Let out whatever you’ve been holding. If you need to work off the strain working your body to the bone, we can deal with the fallout.”

My lips tightened, and then I settled into a stance and threw the first punch. Azriel didn’t budge, just had his arms out in front of him, preparing for the next. So I kept it up. I threw the next punch with more force behind it, and then another. I kicked high, my body basically splitting in half, and then righting myself quickly, punching skillfully again.

I didn’t focus on who was behind the pads, just… I just let go. Punching became the silence I needed. Kicking became my release. It almost felt like I was back with Rainne. Training with her again.

Distantly, I thought about what she’d told me right now.

“Little bird… you need rest.”

“I can’t rest!” I argued.

She clicked her tongue, pulling the pads back up. “Then hit. Until you cannot anymore. Until your thoughts are no longer too loud. Remember to breathe. Follow through. Whatever hurts you… let it flow through.”

I knew the shadows were whispering to me, telling me to stop. They weren’t always unkind. Sometimes they worked to keep me from losing myself. It just wasn’t common. The kind ones were never as loud as the ones who claim to have better decisions than I.

The pads dropped. With it, my focus.

I looked up to meet Azriel’s eyes. “What?”

“Are you… alright? Your shadows are going insane or something. Even I can hear them from right here,” he admitted.

I glanced back. The shadows were large and flowing around me, and I heard them basically screaming. “Shut up,” I ordered quickly. “I’m fine you little pests.”

The shadows calmed after a few moments of placating. I pulled them closer and then turned back to Azriel. At least whispers of my failures hadn’t been coming through them, I thought distantly. That was always a good thing.

“I’m fine. How long have we been doing this?”

“Almost an hour.”

That shocked me, my eyes widening. “Didn’t mean to get so much into that,” I admitted. “Do you want a turn?”

“I’ll only take a turn if you’re certain you’ve worked off whatever is up with you.”

“I’m fine,” I lied and began unwrapping my hands.

Azriel put one of the pads to my hands. I raised my gaze. “You sure?” He asked.

I sighed. “I’m alright Az. Your turn.”

We switched equipment and I braced myself carefully, and let Azriel get in his own punching as well. My body ached distantly from all that I’d been doing. Goddamn. Ever since I got caught up with this Inner Circle, I’d have the most crazy ride of emotions and events. It was nothing like the forests, or the years that passed by in just the blink of an eye. No, I’d been here for a while, but it hadn’t even been that long. The days dragged instead of passed.

But you wouldn’t have met any of them if this hadn't happened. Nesta, Emerie, Gwyn, you wouldn’t have met any of them. Know them at all even.

Friends. I hadn’t had friends for a long time. And now I have three sisters. Not by blood, but it felt impossible. I’d lived the majority of my life either alone, with Rainne, or mourning for her. And now it was like a whole new life I had. Whether for good or for bad. So far, it's been both. Training and being with my friends was great. Azriel, work and the event had been absolutely terribly confusing or painful to think about.

“Be here,” Azriel said suddenly, breaking me of my stare with his wrapped fists. “You keep getting that look that you’re thinking about something that’s in the past.”

“How would you know?” I countered, taking his next blow with ease.

“I get the same way,” He admitted, looking up for a moment before sending a winding kick. “You keep thinking that much and you won’t like what you find. So be here. Right now.”

He flared his wings as he moved to punch again. I grunted as he hit true. Strong damn Illyrians, I cursed.

“See now you look frustrated. That’s better than the thinking look you have,” Azriel commented. “If you’re thinking about the events that have happened, you have to find a way to stop. Find a way to not… zone out or whatever. If you have to, use your anger to keep you centered. Or something, anything else. Thinking does you no good if you’re just upsetting yourself.”

“How do you know I’m upsetting myself?” I countered, moving to the side of him, forcing him to move with me. “How do you know? What if I’m just thinking about the creatures I met in the woods yesterday?”

“You get… a look when you’re upset. That’s all,” Azriel replied. “What creatures did you meet?”

“A lot of wolves,” I replied. “And something that was dangerous, but it was the one who can’t climb.”

“A Fright?” Azriel guessed. “I’ve seen a few.”

“I think that’s what they’re called,” I answered. “Only see them in the Night Court.”

“They have other creatures in other courts.”

Azriel paused after a bit. He and I kept sharing a few words. I shared a few about creatures I saw in the Winter Court. He shared his from the times he was tasked to check out reports of them and then deal with them.

“Would you like to continue, or are you done?” He asked, unwrapping his hands as I slid the pads off.

I lowered my gaze to the sandy ground. Did he want to continue? Or was I once again burdening someone else?

“I’m good,” I answered. “I’m going to go find Nesta, see if I can do a dance lesson.”

He raised a brow. “Nesta’s teaching you to dance?”

I nodded.

“Good luck then. I’ve seen her skill for myself, so I hope you can keep up.”

I rolled my eyes and left him as he put back the equipment, wanting away. I just keep avoiding people, I noticed.

I spotted Nesta reading in one of the chairs of the common room. “Nesta,” I regarded as I approached.

She lifted her gaze, and her lips raised in a smile. “Y/N, how are you doing? Your injuries mostly healed?”

I nodded. “It’s only some slight pain. I was hoping to uhm- maybe do a dance lesson?”

She stood, placing the book on a side table. “Yes,” Nesta said, grinning. “Yes, that sounds amazing. That book was getting boring anyway.”

“Just pining after each other endlessly? Or ignoring each other's presence until the end of time?” I guessed.

She gasped. “How did you know!? Yes! That’s exactly what they’re doing! Both!”

I chuckled. “Their the most endless tropes I know of. Only reason I ever read them is because they tend to have a good confession scene.”

“You read romance, I like you even more. I didn’t even think that was possible,” She chuckled, walking towards me. “Alright, follow me, I know where we can start.”

Nesta grabbed onto my hand and began to drag me after her. I stumbled a bit but quickly jogged beside her quick pace.

“Have you never danced before?” She asked.

“Rainne tried to teach me one formal Winter Court dance once. I think we just forgot to practice. Or we decided to not go to the Solstice celebration that year.”

“Better than nothing. I learned all the formal ones, so I’ll teach them to you. In case you ever end up needing to know them. I practice with an instructor down in Velaris sometimes, but normally I just tend to steal Cassian.”

I scoffed, amused. “What are you stealing Cassian from?”

“Brooding, or paperwork. I don’t know- he’s the general, so general-y things.”

I chuckled. “Yes, general-y things.”

She hummed. “Do you want to learn the female side of the dances only? Or would you like to learn both? We can steal Az and get him to help with those.”

I shook my head immediately. “No- no, I’ll just learn the female ones. I can learn the male ones by watching.”

She and I walked into an empty room that was pretty large. Nesta walked confidently toward the middle of the room, pausing as she turned back to me.

“Alright. First order of business!” She declared. “Hand placement.”

Dancing, it seems, was actually quite complicated with the specifics like hand placement, and where you go with the dance and all the more complicated steps. But it seems that the grace I displayed with my footwork when fighting, actually was quite similar to these formal dances Nesta insisted I try. My thigh twinged uncomfortably on a couple moves, like the spins or dips, but I just grit my teeth and continued. Luckily, my wings proved barely a problem. Besides the dip, when a male’s arm generally goes behind your back. Nesta managed to work it in a way that comfortably rested on the small of my back.

My shadows, however, fell in love with the movements instantly, swirling around me as if they were learning to dance themselves. Some still remained wreathed around me, writhing happily as I completed a movement successfully, while others tried to do it themselves in the shadows that my wings cast on the ground.

Nesta was stronger and more confident in her moves than me or my shadows. Distantly, I thought about what she would be like with a skilled partner. Probably very regal and graceful, I guessed.

“You did well on your first day!” She insisted as we walked out of the room. “It's just memorizing the dances now. Think of them like battle maneuvers. Except instead of fighting, you’re dancing with a partner.”

“Yeah,” I hummed. It was almost dinner.

“By the way- Rhys asked me to ask you if you were going to become a Valkyrie. Do you know?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I think I will. Azriel told me as well. I have to cut a ribbon, right?”

“Yes.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard. You think I can sneak into training tomorrow and get it done?”

“With Cassian banning you from training? No,” she chuckled. “Just wait.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can deal with Cassian,” I insisted.

“Y/N,” she warned. “Heal first.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But first day back and I’m cutting it.”

Nesta chuckled, smiling. “Yeah, you do that. We can dance again tomorrow if you lose that pain in your thigh you keep wincing from when you spin.”

I scoffed. She gave me a look. “Fine,” I conceded. “I’ll wait.”

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Part 1: Early To Rise

Happy Camper Series

Summary: Another camping story to add to the pile. You like Eddie, Eddie likes You, Eddie likes Steve, Steve likes Eddie, Steve likes You. Can I make it any more obvious?

Warnings: smut, blow jobs, crass words? (Minors DNI! 18+ only)

A/N: Okay so it's been a hot minute since I've written anything long so please be gentle. English IS my first language I'm just dumb and bad at grammar.

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You drop your duffel bag to the ground with a tired huff before checking your watch: 5:35am, you let out a yawn while rubbing your eyes and stretching your back, feeling a little better after hearing your vertebrae pop.

“Mornin’ sleepy head.” Steve greets, way too cheery for this time of morning, as he walks past you towards the back of the car. “Sleep okay?”

You narrow your eyes and go to flip him off, your usual sweet demeanor replaced with snark by having to wake so early, but before you can a very tired Eddie sidles up beside you and drops his bag with a similar sounding huff like the one just you made.

Steve chuckles at the sight before him while loading the gear into the back of the eight seater car he borrowed off his dad.

“Why are we leaving this early?” Eddie’s voice takes on a small groan at the end, a small shiver wracks his body at the chill of the morning air. “It’s unnatural.”

You let out a snort and lean your head on his shoulder, his arm instinctively coming to wrap around you, huddling close for warmth.

“Hey blame Nance,” Steve raises his hands in defence, moving over to grab yours and Eddie’s bags. “I was happy to leave at around 8.” He shrugs.

“Still too early.” You mumble causing Eddie to let out a small amused huff. “Speaking of Nance, why isn’t she here helping pack the car?”

“She’s picking up Robin,” Steve’s voice comes out a little muffled, his head buried in the boot mentally checking stuff off his list. “And to be fair neither of you are helping pack the car.” He throws a amused glare at you and Eddie.

“Be honest, Steve, do you really want us,” Eddie gestures between you both, “packing the car? Do you want another linen closet incident?”

Steve rolls his eyes at the memory of asking you both to help him clean for a party when all you did was shove everything, and he means everything, into the tiny hallway linen closet. Later that night when someone asked for a throw blanket and Steve went to retrieve one all that was heard was a small yelp followed by a comically loud crashing sound.

“Yeah, never again thanks,” Steve scoffs moving to start packing the blankets. “I don’t think these will fit in the back if I’m gonna put the girls stuff here,” Steve speaks aloud but not to anyone in particular. “Might just shove them over on the back seat.”

“Put them in the middle row,” You stop him as he walks towards the side door, “I like sitting all the way in the back,” You explain seeing the look of confusion on his face, “it’s nice and cosy.” With a shrug Steve moves to place the pillows and blankets in the middle row per your request.

“Are you sitting in the back too?” Steve briefly glances towards Eddie as he moves to grab a cooler of drinks to put on the floor behind the drivers seat.

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie lifts his shoulder in a half shrug.

“Wow, don’t sound so enthused.” You grumble but still tilt your lips up in a small smile.

“I would normally do a little dance but I’m too tired, Princess.” He nudges your shoulder with his and you turn your head hoping to hide the blush.

Princess. It’s a recent nickname. One that has you hiding behind your hair like a giddy school girl. You’re used to nicknames from Eddie, you’re like 98% sure he hasn’t said your actual name since meeting you. But this one just hits different.

Before a retort can leave your mouth a car pulls down the driveway and parks beside Eddies near the garage. Out stepping a fully awake Nancy, a pep in her step as she makes her way around her car to grab her stuff out the back, followed by a tired Robin, hair askew, shirt inside out and backwards and a travel mug that looks suspiciously like one of Nancy’s.

Those two have been dancing around each other for a year now, they’re pretty much already dating except for the label and of course the acknowledgment that they do in fact like each other. Steve constantly tries to meddle, he brings it up with Robin whenever Nancy gets up to grab a drink from the kitchen or something but Robin shuts him down, he lets out a grumble about ‘clueless idiots’ as he watches the girls share googly eyes at each other.

Not that Steve has the right to play match maker. You’ve noticed he has the exact same chemistry with Eddie and yet he refuses to acknowledge it. Taking on the same defensive attitude as Robin when someone brings it up.

Eddie is a question mark wrapped in leather and denim. He’s good at hiding his true feelings behind the brick wall he built up in high school and no matter how hard you try to chip away at it you can’t pull it down completely.

That’s not to say he’s closed off entirely. In a lot of ways he wears his emotions on his sleeve. Especially when he’s playing music, either practicing on his bed or letting loose on stage, that’s the closest you’ve come to seeing how passionate and expressive he can be.

“Morning everybody,” Nancy greets, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder. “Ready for a fun weekend?”

A series of groans from you, Eddie and Robin is her only response as she lets out a chuckle and moves to the back of the car to throw in her bags.

“Nice mug, Buckley.” You tease as she walks over, she narrows her eyes and shoves herself between you and Eddie, the latter letting out a displeased sound of protest, a small smug smile tugs at her lips at her little payback.

“Nancy made me coffee,” she gives you a look that tells you to shut the fuck up it’s too early for this. You playfully headbutt her shoulder, you can tease her later at the campsite.

Steve and Nancy finished packing the car while the three of you engaged in tired conversation, interspersed with yawning and sniffling from the cold.

Finally at 6:05am it was time to hit the road.

Nancy sat in the passenger side beside Steve, already holding a map and a notebook of the handwritten directions as a back up because maps can be confusing. Robin took the centre row, squeezing in between the door and the blankets, she undoes a bit of Steve’s hard work as she unfolds a blanket and tucks herself in, falling asleep almost instantly. Now that’s impressive.

You and Eddie take the back, him against the far left and you to the far right. In the middle sits a plastic bag of snacks Eddie bought the night before at the gas station. You try not to over think the fact that most of the snacks are your favourites. Purely coincidental you’re sure.

You let out a small sigh as you get comfortable, surprised by how there’s more space back here then you thought. As Steve pulls away from his house Nancy turns on the radio, it takes her a few minutes to find one that’s not playing the morning news and finally lands on a station playing pop, much to Eddie’s displeasure.

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An hour into the drive and you feel your eyes start to droop, too early to hold a proper conversation with Eddie you both just sat in comfortable silence.

Eddie takes notice of your head falling forward and snapping back when it wakes you up and let’s out a silent laugh, as much as he finds the display adorable he can’t help but want to help you.

He moves the bag of half eaten snacks to floor and reaches over to the middle row to grab a blanket and pillow, mindful not to wake Robin, she’s like a slumbering dragon and he does not want to deal with the wrath.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he gently taps your shoulder, not wanting to scare you but you still jump in your seat anyway, head instantly turning toward him eyes wide and alarmed. “Easy girl, just me,” his voice smooth but you take note of the playful smirk.

Smart ass.

“Can I help you?” You sass back, not able to stop the smile twitching of your lips at his amused expression.

“You wanna rest on my lap?” He asks, dangling the blanket and pillow between you to emphasise his question.

“Huh?” You’re genuinely unable to understand the question, your brain slow and foggy from fatigue.

Eddie feels a warmth spread through his chest from seeing that empty look in your eyes, clearing his throat to try and distract himself from where his train of thought is going he tries asking again but slower.

“You’re falling asleep, babe,” he states the obvious, voice low as to not gain the attention from the other passengers. “If you fall asleep in that position you’re gonna hurt your neck so why not lay your head on my lap? I guarantee it’ll be more comfortable.”

Babe is a never before used nickname, that and the slow tone of voice he’s using is having a strange effect on your tired brain. Unable to form a coherent sentence you just nod.

Eddie takes a second to compose himself, wanting nothing more then to pull you onto his lap and make you ride him in front of all your shared friends. He’s shocked at how quickly you’ve managed to turn him on, he’s seen you get like this many times before and has always managed to contain himself, he blames the early morning.

“Come ‘ere, baby,” his voice soft and sweet as he leans over to unclick your seatbelt, falling easily into a personality he usually keeps reserved for the one night stands he pulls into the back of his van or in the alleyway behind the hideout.

You let Eddie gently manhandle you until you’re laying down, head on the pillow facing his stomach, a little surprised you can lay this way. Weirdly spacious car.

You’re already falling asleep by the time Eddie starts combing his fingers through your hair, humming something that sounds suspiciously like your favourite song. The overall feeling of security and warmth lulls you to sleep before you can start to overthink things.

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Eddie feels the exact moment you fall asleep, the tension instantly leaving your body, your head feeling a little heavier on his lap. He continues to run his fingers through your hair allowing himself to indulge just a little bit.

The last few months have been difficult for him to say to the least. After the chaotic and traumatising events of the Upside Down he found himself clinging to you and the rest of the group.

You were a year beneath him but of course graduated before him. You were always kind and friendly but never went out of your way to befriend him. He doesn’t take that too personally, you never really went out of your way to befriend anyone.

You spent most days at school either at the library or outside, reading and drawing. You’ve always been content with you’re own company and he’s more sure now that if the events of the previous years hadn’t basically forced you all together you probably wouldn’t have friends.

Every time there’s a bump in the road he lets out a grimace and tries to keep you steady as not to wake you, but apart from a soft murmur here and there you’re completely out of it.

He take this opportunity to trace over your facial features, brushing the pad of his fingers lightly over any of the blemishes and imperfections you always try to cover up, he smiles as you subconsciously seek out his touch, moving your face closer to the palm of his hand. He takes note of a small scar on your forehead near your hairline, it’s an old scar one you most likely got fighting some interdimensional nightmare. He presses his thumb over it, feeling the small bump.

The distant chatter from the front seat pulls his attention from you momentarily. The conversation between Steve and Nancy too soft for him to hear but the sound of Steve’s voice is what grabbed his attention.

The reason he’s been having such a hard time lately is because he feels himself being pulled in two directions.

There’s you: his sweet, soft, shy girl, full of sass and innocence. It’s a strange combination but you make it work. He found himself falling easily for you, how could he not?

Then there’s Steve: his big, brave, boyish jock, full of sass and poor life choices. The thoughts of Steve kept him up at night. Not cause he was attracted to a guy, he’s known for sometime he’s bisexual, no it’s because he’s attracted to Steve.

Steve never outwardly made his life hell in high school, there was the looks of disgust, he’s pretty sure that’s just a reflex that all jocks have when looking at someone whose not of their standard though, there was the few times that Steve shoved passed him when walking down opposite directions of the corridor and of course there were times when he overheard Steve and his brainless drones laughing in his direction. But that was pretty tame compared to what others did. Steve eventually did apologise for everything and it was easy to forgive him seeing how much he has changed since high school.

The first few months were filled with denial, denial, denial.

Denial that King Steve was actually a decent guy.

Denial that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington actually started treating him as his equal with genuine care and respect.

Denial that he was attracted to Steve, his new found friend.

He’s accepted it now, no point in denying it.

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It’s been two hours since leaving Hawkins and there’s still another half hour to go.

Eddie fell asleep about twenty minutes after you, his hand buried in your hair as he rests his head on his other hand.

A particularly large bump in the road results in his head slipping off his hand and thwacking against the window.

He let’s out a small grunt as he gently tries to move the position his legs are in, they’re starting to ache a bit. Unfortunately moving his lower half shifts your head forward a bit until it’s laying directly over his crotch making him hyper aware of the predicament he finds himself in.

He gently reaches down and moves your head back onto the pillow and tries to think of something, anything else.

Unfortunately his brief dream was filled with the image of Steve’s head buried between your legs while he fucked his tight ass.

He subconsciously tightens his grip on your hair and pushes your head gently down, briefly helping the pressure. He runs his other hand over his face and rubs at his eyes trying to properly wake himself up, still trying to conjure up something unpleasant to help him out, much to his horror he feels you start to move.

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Letting out a soft sigh of contentment, you slowly open your eyes only to be met with the material of Eddie’s Black Sabbath band tee. Directing your gaze further up north you can’t help but smile at how at ease Eddie looks while asleep.

His head tucked against his hand, a small curve to his lips that lets you know he either fell asleep smiling or is having a nice dream.

You move to get more comfortable, your shoulder starting to ache due to the long duration you’ve spent on your side, but you immediately stop when you hear a soft groan from above you.

As you move your head slightly you realise why; Eddie is hard. You bite your lip to hold in your own noises, not knowing how to go about this. You’re mind is still cloudy and you feel slightly guilty but you can’t help but nuzzle down more, making his hips grind up slightly and his breathing start to pick up. You blame the early morning start to your slight boldness.

You silently curse and feign sleep when Steve’s horrendous driving causes you to jostle against Eddie. You hear a thud followed by a groan, and if you weren’t faking sleep you’d probably laugh and sarcastically (although genuinely) offer to kiss it better. He shifts his legs causing your head to move, his whole body tenses up and you know he’s awake now.

You wait with baited breath for him to make a move, you know Eddie has a pervy side, you’ve noticed the dirty mags peaking out from under his bed and the flash of colourful ladies undergarments as Eddie quickly shoved them into his drawer out of sight. What you fail to notice is that they’re yours.

He didn’t technically steal them, you left them at his place when you slept over and he’s just never returned them.

You bite down on your bottom lip when you feel Eddie hand take on a tight grip in your hair, the action awakening something inside you that you’ve never felt, you risk a peak and see that Eddie’s eyes are scrunched up and firmly closed as he runs a hand down his face. In your hazy mind that’s the only sign you need.

Slowly as not to draw to much attention and startle Eddie you slightly move your head back, the hand rubbing his face goes still and you’re not entirely sure but it looks like he’s holding his breath.

You summon all your courage and reach up to gently press your hand against the undeniable bulge in his black sweatpants.

Eddie let’s out a startled hiss as his eyes snap down to you, he gives you a questioning look filled with warning and confusion but you can also see lust in those big brown eyes.

He gives a barely noticeable nod, and if you weren’t hyper aware of the situation you wouldn’t even see it.

Your confidence grows at his unspoken permission, you lean over and place a small experimental kiss on the bulge just firm enough that he can just feel it. He lets out the breath he was holding through his nose and loosens his grip in your hair just slightly.

He briefly looks up towards the front to make sure no one had caught on, doing a quick scan he sees Robin still dead to the world while Steve hums along to the radio, thumbs drumming a beat on the steering wheel and Nancy’s head buried in her makeshift notes, it’s almost time to go off road to the camp ground so she’s double checking.

When he’s satisfied no one is any wiser to the situation he lightly tugs on your hair before moving to massage your scalp a bit. A sign to continue.

You ever so slowly you grip the waistband of his pants and briefs, thankfully Eddie lifts his hips a little so you can pull down his sweats and release his cock, you’re rewarded with a quiet relieved groan.

This is the first time you’ve ever seen someone’s dick this close. You’re not a virgin but your first, and only, time was a quick disappointment full of regrets.

Eddie cock is impressive to say the least, thick and heavy, above average with a large vein going from the tip right to the base. You feel your mouth water and an increased urge to trace the vein with your tongue.

You’re brought out of your lust filled thoughts by Eddie pulling your head back, his expression mixed between hunger and frustration.

“Don’t tease me, Princess,” he voice is dark, though barely above a whisper you can still hear and feel the authority from it.

You clench your thighs together at his tone before leaning forward and taking the tip in your mouth, Eddie groans a little louder then before, but still quiet enough not to be heard, and grinds his hips up causing you to take in a little more of his cock.

He gives your hair another firm tug and you get the memo, you lean down and take as much of his cock that you possibly can without gagging, unfortunately having no practice you accidentally graze your teeth over the underside, the feeling startles Eddie and his hips snap forward making you gag.

You pull off suddenly with Eddie’s assistance, eyes watering but thankfully you don’t fall into a coughing fit. Steve and Nancy who are in a deep conversation about gas prices take no notice of the sounds coming from the back.

Eddie gives a small apologetic smile as he wipes the tears from your eyes but you notice the way his cock twitches when he brings his wet thumb to lips, his apologetic smile being replaced with something different, more… dark?

Eddie directs your mouth back to his cock using the tight hold he has in your hair, you obediently open and remember to cover your teeth with your lips the best you can. He slowly moves your head until he’s almost completely down your throat, you close your eyes and focus on your gag reflex as he pulls you half way off his cock before moving you down more forcefully.

You relax your throat more as he moves his other hand below your jaw and starts to take on a more powerful pace, you start to let out choked sounds that are thankfully drowned out by the music.

You spare a glance at Eddie, his bottom lip between his teeth, face red and breath coming out in harsh pants, but he doesn’t seem so remorseful as he tightens his grip and uses your throat like a fleshlight. He’s surprisingly more controlled vocally then you’ve imagined. Being a naturally loud person you assumed he’d have more trouble keeping his moans in.

Your head starts to empty of any coherent thoughts, you’re breathing through your nose but it still doesn’t feel like there’s enough air in your lungs but you can’t find it in yourself to panic because you trust Eddie. You know he’ll take care of you.

There’s spit and dribble all over your face and on his pants but it only seems to endear him as the sight makes him fuck harder and deeper down your throat.

“G-gonna cum,” his barely audible words are the only warning you receive before he’s pushing your head all the way down his cock until your nose touches his pubic bone.

You can feel his cock bulging in your throat, you squeeze your eyes shut and harshly grab at his thighs trying not to gag, thankfully it only lasts a few seconds before you feel his warm cum painting your throat.

Either he’s too fucked out to notice or just enjoys seeing you struggle, probably both, but his dick has blocked your airway and you can feel how hot your face is getting as your mind starts to going even more hazy.

You tap his stomach a few times to grab his attention and that seems to do the trick, he quickly pulls your head off his softening cock causing you to cough a little as you catch your breath.

Unfortunately this catches Nancy’s attention.

“Is everything alright?” Nancy’s soft voice startles you but luckily you’re completely hidden but the middle row, only Eddie is in view.

“Yeah,” you quickly try to clean your face using Eddie’s shirt, the man in question shooting you an amused glance, unable to see how you look without a mirror you sit up and rub your eyes hoping it looks more like you just woke up and not like you were just throat fucked, “jus’ got something in my throat.” You fake a yawn and Nancy seems to buy it.

“Do you need a drink?” She asks, ever the worrier, she’s leaning over the back and pulling a bottle of water out of the cooler before you even have a chance to answer her.

You reach over the middle aisle and grab the chilled bottle, sending her a thankful look, “Thanks, boss,” you grin at her playful eye roll and fall back against the seat.

You sneak a look over at Eddie who has his eyes trained out the window looking at scenery, a barely there smirk on his lips. He’s tucked himself away but there’s still a dark patch where your spit is yet to dry.

Being barely 8:30am you can’t find it in yourself to overthink what all this means right now, so you turn and look out the window as the car turns down a dirt road down to the campsite.

Both you and Eddie miss the harsh grip on the steering wheel and the dark look in Steve’s eyes as he glances at you both in the rear view mirror, having just witnessed most of what happened.

One thing’s for sure: this is going to be one interesting camping trip.

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