#and i definitely didn't expect them to feel slow in places (but since i'm not attached to the marvel world generally maybe that's just me)
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kiss her, you fool (Hotch x fem!Reader) -- one shot
Anyway I'm back in the fucking building again!!!! Listened to "Kiss Her You Fool" by Kids That Fly and had this one shot written in like an hour. The love for Aaron Hotchner never dies apparently
Summary: You're in the middle of spring cleaning when Aaron calls and says he forgot something at your place (he didn't).
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff! I just wanted to write some romance
It’s the middle of the day and you’re in the middle of a cleaning frenzy when your phone rings for what looks like the third time. It’s Aaron.
“Hey! Sorry,” you laugh, grabbing the TV remote to pause your music, phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder. “I’m spring cleaning and clearly way too far in the zone. What’s up?”
“That’s okay,” you can hear him smiling as you readjust your phone in your hand. “Would it be alright if I stopped by? I think I left something there last night.”
You furrowed your brows, spinning around the living room. You definitely would’ve noticed if he left something here last night. You’ve practically turned your entire apartment upside down to clean it.
“Are you sure?” you ask, moving to lift the couch cushions for a third time. “What was it?”
“I’m not sure,” he says, which totally isn’t suspicious at all. “Can I just come look?”
“I mean,” you let out an awkward laugh. “I guess you can. I’ve been cleaning since this morning, though, so I think I would’ve spotted it, but—”
“I’ll be there in fifteen,” he says. “If that’s okay?”
You sigh, selfishly glad you’re getting to see him again, two days in a row. It feels like you’ve hit the jackpot. “Yeah, of course it’s okay.”
“Great, see you in a few.”
“See you,” you bite back your grin, ending the call. You turn the music back on, a little lower so you’ll hear him when he knocks.
You have no earthly idea what he could’ve forgotten. He had his phone and jacket in hand when he left. He never took his wallet or keys out of his jacket pockets, so they must’ve stayed there. Unless either of them fell out, but again, you feel like you would’ve noticed.
Whatever it is, he’ll either find it or realize it isn’t here. Regardless, you’re getting to see him again, so you’ll take it.
With his job, the days that you do see Aaron are typically one long day spent together here and there. Yesterday was an exception, a rare dinner mid-work week because he happened to be done at the office early and you were free, so obviously the opportunity was taken advantage of. It’s only been a few weeks of seeing one another, so you both take any chance you can get.
Despite this, though, things have moved…slow. Slower than you expected because, to be frank, every guy you’ve been with has been quick and to the point. Not that you always minded that. Sometimes you wanted the same thing — quick, hot, heavy. But those days have since left you, and you went through a period of seeing no one, aside from one guy who left as soon as you said you were interested in moving slowly.
It’s nothing against Aaron, but when he first introduced himself at your local coffee shop, you kind of assumed he’d be the same. It’s hard not to assume when everyone acted that way, and when the men who frequent said coffee shop don’t exactly have the best track record for being polite and respectful.
Aaron, though, took weeks to ask for your number, let alone to join your table one morning to sip his coffee — and even then, you offered him the seat; he didn’t invite himself. That alone was enough for you to agree to give him your number, and then to an official first date.
He kissed your cheek after the first date, your forehead after the second, and kept to those areas alone. You found yourself wondering if something was wrong with you somehow, but he wasn’t disinterested. Quite the opposite, actually, from how he held your hand and kept his arms around you, how he made sure you were safely inside your apartment before heading off, how he still texted when he arrived home to ask you if you were still safely inside.
Or when he had to cancel a date last minute, and sent flowers to your apartment in lieu of his presence. He apologized over the phone, but the flowers had an apology note attached too. And another apology when he arrived at your door four days later, fresh off the plane, with a real explanation of his job and why he didn’t have time to explain it all to you before he left.
Your friends think it’s a little crazy, that it’s been almost a month of dating and there hasn’t been a single kiss — “On the cheek doesn’t count!” they argue. You think it does. If anything, you’re just happy there’s no pressure.
The underlying anxiety is there, sure, of what if it never happens? But you can’t bring yourself to entertain the thought. Mainly because you want to kiss him so bad, you’re practically going to leap onto him one of these days.
You’re mid-dance when a knock sounds on your door and you jump, having forgotten Aaron said he would be here soon. You turn the music down as you head for the door, unlocking it to let him in.
He stands there in his usual dark suit, sans tie this time so the top buttons are undone, bouquet of flowers in hand and dumb smile on his face.
“What are these for?” you ask when he hands them to you.
He steps inside and shuts the door, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead. “Because I wanted to.”
You give him a look, cheeks feeling warm. “If you keep doing this ‘because you want to,’ I’m gonna need to open a flower truck,” you joke, gesturing to the other vase of flowers sitting in your window. And there’s another in the bathroom. And one in your bedroom.
“Just let me know what kind of truck you want,” he teases.
You press the flowers to your nose to hide your smile. “Oh, what did you forget? You’re welcome to look for it, but—”
He lets out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I might have lied.”
“I knew you were, you idiot,” you swat playfully at his arm. You turn to head into the kitchen in search of another vase. “I got off the phone and paced around like what did he possibly leave here? I figured maybe your wallet or something, but I definitely would’ve found it earlier. You should’ve seen the living room this morning — I had the couch on its side and the coffee table in the middle of the hallway—”
You’re in the middle of rambling, digging around under the sink for a vase, when Aaron pulls you up by your hand, spinning you to face him.
“—it was a disaster trying to vacuum. Remind me never to do that unless you’re over here to lift all of it. I think I nearly—”
He’s smiling at you, and you don’t have a single moment to spare to register that he’s leaning in before his lips are on yours.
You sigh into the kiss, pleasantly surprised to be interrupted in this way, and glad your hands are free so you can hold onto him. Maybe this is why it’s good he hadn’t kissed you yet — one second of it and you’re ready to collapse under the sweet weight of it all. His arms circle your waist to lift you up, and your arms circle his neck, keeping him close. As close as you’ve really wanted him.
When you finally break for air, it’s only to press your foreheads against one another’s, not wanting to move too far.
“Well,” you laugh.
“Technically,” he says, pausing to peck your nose, “that’s what I forgot last night.”
You roll your eyes. “You are so stupid.”
“Mm, just because it makes you smile,” he says, kissing your lips again, and again. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Ideally,” you pause, letting him kiss you again, “ordering dinner in and making out with my boyfriend until the sun rises. You?”
“You know, I was thinking about taking someone special out to dinner,” he pauses, pulling you closer again, “and then kissing her until she tells me to stop.”
“That could be forever, for all you know.”
“That’s fine with me.”
You grin and he kisses you again, pausing to say, “Sorry, I can’t help myself—”
“Trust me,” you move even closer, your eyelashes practically touching his cheeks when you blink, “you don’t need to apologize.”
He responds by kissing you some more, and more, until he’s lifting you into his arms and placing you on the kitchen counter.
“Aaron!” you squeal, nearly crushing the bouquet. “Let me move the flowers at least!”
“I’ll buy you another,” he says, just a whisper away from kissing you again.
“You know—” You have to pause in between words as he presses his lips to yours. “—I still have—cleaning—Aaron,” you giggle. “I need to put my apartment back together.”
“Do you?” he asks, relenting only slightly, his fingertips pressing into your lower back, keeping you against him. “Do you need help?”
“I do actually,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “The couch isn’t back where it was.”
He smirked. “I noticed.”
You tug on his hair slightly to tease him for that jab, only it lights a new spark behind his eyes. Your cheeks grow even warmer. “No, seriously,” you say. “It’ll stress me out if it’s not back in its spot, but then…”
He nods, kissing your lips. “Then we’ll get ready for dinner.”
“And then come back here for a movie?”
“We’ll see how much of the movie we actually pay attention to,” he smirks, eyes traveling all over your face.
The urge to let him ravish you right now against the kitchen counter is so strong it nearly makes you lightheaded. But soon Aaron is helping you down, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
“Did you get to vacuum under the couch all the way?”
“…kind of.”
“Come on,” he chuckles, pulling on your hand, leading you back into the living room. “Call me next time?”
“If I get kissed like that during spring cleaning then I’m doing it every day,” you reply, mostly joking. Kind of. “Fuck I forgot the vase for the flowers—”
Aaron kisses you to interrupt you once again. “One thing at a time,” he says.
The kissing doesn’t stop, and you never do get to vacuum under the couch. It can wait.
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x fem!reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fluff#hotch x fem!reader#hotch x reader#hotch x you#hotch fluff#i clearly just needed some romance in my life idk#kiss her you fool#big fan of hotch buying you flowers constantly bc he simply wants to#bigger fan of him not being able to help himself around you#back in the fucking BUILDING AGAIN#criminal minds#fluff
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A Place Like Steve in a Boy Like This
Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually
Debbie and Fester Addams
One | Two | Three | Four
Rick and Evelyn O'Connell
One | Two | Three (you’re here!)
Harley Quinn
One
10th Doctor and Rose
One | Two (on the way!)
Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz)
Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum)
One
Queen Clarisse (also on the way and also a modern royalty au cuz I got the urge to write one so bad lmao)
This AU was line-jumped on Ko-Fi, which means y'all got it sooner!
If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here
I hope y'all enjoy this part! It was a lotta fun to write, actually, since I got to talk about folklore I'm more familiar with lol
As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)
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Steve huffs as he kicks a pebble down the street. It bounces a few times before settling on the sidewalk, doing nothing interesting enough to alleviate his boredom. He turns around, squinting against the sun shining in his eyes, and looks at his parents. His mother is speaking quietly to a woman with a shawl around her shoulders, both of them bent over some book that definitely should have been crumbling by now. His father idly taps at bricks on the building next to them, looking relaxed but alert.
Steve glances at the building his parents are avoiding, the one the woman with the shawl walked out of. It’s a pale, faded yellow, the kind that tells him the building is old, old enough to have seen wars and generations pass it by. Shingles line a low roof, but something that’s either incredibly durable wood or stone so old it’s turned brown makes up the vaguely mountain-shaped top that reaches to the sky. Steve studies the building, his eyes wandering until he sees the door cracked open on the side.
He takes a slow step towards it, checks that neither of his parents noticed, and takes another. This continues until he’s in the shadow of the building, his fingers brushing against the wood. It’s cool against his skin, and the door isn’t nearly as heavy as it looks. He pushes lightly against it, an eager feeling building in the pit of his stomach as he slips inside.
A dimly lit hall made of stone sprawls out in front of him, and Steve hums softly as he passes by the paintings and scraps of scroll that are framed along the wall. He recognizes Hebrew on all the scrolls, but he doesn’t linger long enough to read any of it. Instead, he continues to walk, glancing through an opening that leads into a sanctuary. The opening is to the left of the bema, and he’s momentarily caught by the ark that contains the Torah. He can’t even see the holy scrolls, but something in his spine jerks and he’s overwhelmed by the urge to open the doors so he can gaze upon them.
He’s already going to get in trouble for slipping inside, though. Maybe he shouldn’t make it worse. Steve grasps this thought tightly, holding it in his mind until he’s able to tear his gaze away and continue walking down the hall. Other than that opening, there’s only one door left at the very end. It, too, is made of wood and opens far easier than Steve expected.
Shafts of sunlight stream in through narrow windows, illuminating dust that floats in the still air of an undisturbed staircase. Steve looks down at the first steps, crouches, and drags his finger carefully over the stone. A layer of dust comes off, and Steve comes to the conclusion that nobody has been up these stairs in a long, long time.
With a grin, Steve begins to climb.
The stairs wind up and up, far higher than Steve thinks should be possible given the height of the building itself, but what does he know? He just focuses on climbing, on reaching the top as he passes narrow window after narrow window, breathing in stale air that stirs in his lungs and builds. Strangely enough, he’s not breathless from the climbing, but from something else entirely. He isn’t able to name that feeling until he finally (finally) reaches the top of the stairs.
As he stands on the top step and looks over the loft spread out before him, he realizes it was anticipation. Like the stairs, this attic-loft is covered in dust, untouched by people for a very long time. A large window is opposite the stairs, allowing sunlight to stream into the area. The space holds a desk, a bed, more books than Steve has ever seen before, and a statue.
Steve stares at the statue, licks his lips nervously, and steps into the room. He doesn’t spare the books or anything else a second glance, instead making a beeline for the statue. It’s huge, towering over the twelve-years-old Steve even though it’s sitting. Its legs are crossed, and its hands are held palm-up just above its navel. The statue is round and smooth, not a straight edge in sight. It doesn’t have a neck, and its head is like a little bump on its shoulders, just big enough to hold triangle-shaped divots for eyes. Carefully placed next to the statue is a small clay jar and a paintbrush.
Without thinking, Steve picks up the jar and looks inside. Golden-hued paint shimmers inside, and Steve wonders how it hasn’t caked over or disintegrated after all this time. He tilts the clay pot a few times, watching the paint slide against the edges, and then looks up at the statue again. At second glance, he sees that the statue’s head is big enough for more than just its eyes. He could probably write on it, too.
With that thought, Steve grabs the paintbrush and very carefully pokes his foot against the statue’s leg. It seems strong enough, so he climbs up, following the statue’s calf to its knee. From there, he carefully holds the paintbrush with his teeth so he can steady himself on the statue’s arm. Once he has, Steve pulls himself up onto the statue’s hands, finding himself at the perfect height to reach its forehead.
Steve holds the paintbrush and dips it into the jar. The brush comes out covered in the gold paint, and Steve pauses, looking at the statue’s forehead.
He remembers a story his mother once told him about this very city, this very building. It involved a statue like this one, a golem, that was brought to life to protect his mom’s ancestors. Steve hums softly and carefully paints aleph, mem, tav on the statue’s forehead. His mom will find it funny when he brings her up here to show her the “golem” he found.
As he finishes off the tav, giving it a pretty little flourish just for the fun of it, the ground beneath him jerks. No, not the ground. The hands he’s standing on. Steve yelps, losing his balance and about to fall only to be cradled and carefully set on the ground.
Steve blinks, looking up at the golem to see it leaning down and staring at him expectantly. “Uh. Hi,” he says, breathless as he receives a small nod and wave in return. “Holy shit.”
Before he can say more, he hears a familiar voice in the distance shouting, “Steve! Where are you?”
Keeping his eyes on the golem, Steve sets the jar and paint down, scooting back along the floor until he reaches the top of the stairs. “I’m up here!” he shouts, hearing a muffled curse and the slam of a door far below. He sighs and stands, slowly approaching the golem.
“You’re really real,” he mumbles, stopping in front of the golem as he hears someone running up the steps.
He turns just in time to see his father reach the attic, guns at the ready, and panting from adrenaline and the climb. “What the fuck is that?!” he shouts, aiming the guns at the golem without thinking.
“Don’t shoot it!” Steve yells, barely getting the words out before he’s scooped into the golem’s arms and completely covered by its hands. The world goes dark, and he’s pressed close enough to the golem’s chest that all he can smell is pomegranate and the old ink and paper of Talmud studies.
“It’s holding you captive, and you’re telling me not to shoot it?!” his father asks.
“It’s protecting him!” his mother shouts, her voice shrill and panicked enough about his father shooting a golem to make Steve almost laugh.
Steve wiggles around, tapping the golem’s chest. “Those are my parents,” he says, “Please let me down.”
After a few seconds of hesitation, the golem does, carefully and slowly placing Steve on his feet once more. Its hands stay on either side of him, looking ready to pull him back into its protective embrace. His father looks harried, but his mother looks awed as she steps forward. The golem allows her to approach, and she carefully runs her fingers over the golem’s arms. “This is amazing, Steve,” she says softly.
“Can we please step away from the dangerous statue now?” his father asks, taking a step forward only to stop when the golem suddenly stands and towers over him. “Uh, what’s it doing?”
“You’re not Jewish, Rick,” Steve’s mother says, looking over her shoulder. “The golem is a protective figure in Jewish folklore, among other things. It’s most famous stories are about keeping Jewish towns safe from pogroms. It’s wary of you.”
“I’m your husband!” Steve’s father protests, angrily shoving his guns back into their holsters, “And Steve’s father! We should be on the same team!”
“It’s okay,” Steve says, walking over to his father and taking his hand. “I just have to introduce you.” With that, Steve leads his father over to the golem, placing his father’s hand on its arm, and saying, “This is someone you should protect, too.”
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After explaining everything, with plenty of interruptions from the kids after they came running back into the living room to escape Uncle Jonathan’s gin, Steve’s parents demanded to see the lab where it all started.
And now they’re here, standing in one of the lower levels, surrounded by dead vines that still haunt Steve’s nightmares on particularly bad nights. If he’s lucky, he won’t have one of those while his parents are home, but Steve has never really called himself lucky in situations that don’t involve life or death.
The wall that once held a gate to the Upside Down is nothing more than charred cement, reduced to a jagged line of something Steve really hopes is soot and not, like, disintegrated demogorgon. He carefully makes his way through the vines, avoiding them when he can and holding his breath whenever he has to step on one.
“Did you know this was a lab?” Rick asks, his voice echoing in the hall ahead of them.
“Of course, not,” Evelyn replies, and Steve can picture the glare she’s aiming at him. “I wouldn’t have let our son live here if I’d known.”
“Well,” Eddie says, “I, for one, and very relieved Stevie lived here considering several of us would be dead without him.”
“Me, too,” Dustin says.
“Me three,” El says.
“I think Steve and I would’ve found each other even if he wasn’t in Hawkins,” Robin says, nudging Steve’s ribs with her elbow as she grins. “Platonic soulmates can’t he kept apart.”
Steve snorts and stops when he reaches the wall. He looks around and notices the corpse of a demodog a few feet away. Or, well, he thinks it’s a demodog corpse. “Stay here,” he says, tightening his grip on his bat as he takes a step closer to it.
“Hold it right there, young man,” his mother says, her tone bringing him to an immediate halt. “Your father will go towards the monster, and you will stay a safe distance away.”
“Gee, thanks for asking,” Rick mutters, rolling his shoulders as he makes his way over to the demodog corpse. He studies it for a second before just kicking the thing with his foot. Steve nearly jumps in to yank his father back, but stays frozen in place by Robin’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder.
His father kicks the corpse again, and Eddie suddenly asks, “Why do I feel like this is disrespectful?”
“Because it used to be alive,” El offers.
“It’s definitely not anymore,” Rick says, crouching down and using the barrel of his gun to push back one of the petals on its head. “Shit, what’s it need so many teeth for?”
“The better to eat you with,” Steve says, earning a snort from Robin and Eddie.
“And there were how many of these?” Evelyn asks.
“Dozens. Like, multiple packs, and they were all connected by this hive mind kinda thing,” Dustin explains, walking over to the corpse with no fear. “I mean, they weren’t all bad. Dart was okay.”
“He ate your cat,” Steve says.
“Yeah, and then he didn’t eat us in the tunnel.”
“I can’t believe you were facing these things and didn’t use your guns to spare some girl’s feelings,” Rick says, looking at Steve over his shoulder.
“I can’t believe you didn’t just use the golem,” his mother says, frowning as she turns to Steve. “I mean, you know where it is, dear. You know how to bring it to life.”
“A golem? Like…from Lord of the Rings?” Dustin asks.
“You had a golem? Why didn’t you tell me you had a golem?” Eddie asks.
“How did we not think of the golem? Holy shit, we’re dumb,” Robin says, smacking her forehead with her palm.
“I couldn’t trust that it wouldn’t hurt one of my friends,” Steve says, ignoring Dustin for now. “It would only protect me and Robin. If something happened to one of us, it would abandon the kids without question. What’s the point then?”
“Hello! Confused people over here!” Dustin shouts, getting their attention. “What golem?”
“You know,” Robin says, “like…of Prague.”
“No, still lost,” Dustin says.
Steve sighs, about to explain it when Eddie beats him to it. “The golem is from Jewish folklore,” he says, tilting his head as he looks at Steve, “It was created and brought to life by a rabbi in Prague to protect his congregation from pogroms and acts of antisemitism. There are debates on why he had to disintegrate the golem, though. Some stories say it started killing innocent people, others say it fell in love, and others say the congregation were using it to do chores instead of letting it focus on protecting them.”
“Yes, exactly,” Evelyn says, smiling at Eddie and nodding with approval, “The golem doesn’t speak much, but it can answer basic questions. According to it, Rabbi Loew removed its aleph because it requested to go to sleep.”
“Oh, so it just wanted a nap,” El says, nodding as though this makes perfect sense to her.
“You said you had the golem,” Eddie says. “Where?”
“At the house,” Steve replies, watching as his father stands from the corpse and drags Dustin away from it. “I keep it in the locked room downstairs.”
“You said that was your parents’ room,” Dustin says.
“No, you assumed it was, and I never corrected you.”
“Can I see it?” Eddie asks.
Steve looks up, meeting Eddie’s gaze. After a few seconds, he nods once and looks at his parents. “Did you see what you wanted?” he asks, “Can we head back?”
“Yeah,” Rick says, frowning as he nudges a vine with his foot. “I’ll come back later with Ardeth. See if he knows anything that might help.”
“What do we need help with?” Dustin asks. “The portal is closed for good. We closed it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with making sure,” Evelyn tells him, smiling reassuringly before turning back the way they came. “Now that Rick and I are here, we’ll do everything we can to make sure those gates never open again.”
“And if they do,” Rick says, bringing up the rear as the kids follow Evelyn, “we’ll take care of it. You kids don’t need to put yourselves in danger anymore.”
Something in Steve settles at hearing this, his next exhale taking all the stress that had made its home between his shoulders with it. For the first time in a long time, he thinks about something normal. He glances at Eddie and Robin and thinks about going to see a movie with them, drinking at the lake, and just being stupid teens that don’t have to worry about interdimensional monsters.
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#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#the mummy 1999 crossover#rick o'connell#evelyn o'connell#jewish steve harrington#jewish robin buckley#robin buckley#the party stranger things#the golem of prague#steve deserves good parents actually#anyway golem of prague my beloved you didn't deserve to be made into a monster by modern media
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A very long time ago, seriously maybe a year ago, one anonymous person requested:
hii i was wondering if you can do a request where the reader is with bonnie, but finn secretly likes her? reader is worrying and cleaning up bonnie after boxing and finn is kinda jelly
Hope you will enjoy it!
Pairing: Bonnie Gold x fem!reader, Finn Shelby being into reader
Words count: 2.1k
Warnings: none I think
Y/f/n - your father's name
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Actions & consequences
Y/n Y/l/n - Bonnie's biggest fan and supporter in his boxing career. Since they've met, she had never missed any of his matches, nor his sparrings and surprisingly he won every time. Of course, Bonnie believed his hard work and the effort he put into training were just a half of the reason why he kept winning.
"You're my lucky charm, did I ever tell you that?" Bonnie said, like he did many times before. And like many times before, it brought a smile upon Y/n's face.
"Maybe once or twice." Y/n joked. Obviously, there were definitely more than two times. "Could you stop talking for a moment, though? Please, just for the moment I take care of this cut."
Bonnie nodded his head and let Y/n do what she usually used to do after his fights.
They were at King Maine's gym. The trainer was talking to Bonnie's defeated opponent. They were standing by the door, far away from the winner and the girl, so his words were inaudible, but the way he was explaning something seemed to be aggressive, considering his rapid gestures. Not like Y/n would pay attention to anything the trainer was saying, even if she could hear him. She was busy cleaning up her boyfriend's cuts, because even the best fighters get hurt. You can't win a fight without getting a few cuts and Y/n didn't mind taking care of Bonnie's.
The boy was sitting on a chair with the girl straddling his lap, her clothed chest extremely close to his naked, sweaty one. In her hand, she had a wet cloth with which she washed the blood off of the boy's face. Bonnie's hands unconciously landed on Y/n's waist, putting a blush on the girl's face.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't- I don't know how it happened-" Bonnie apologized awkwardly when he realized, immediately taking his hands away. Now he was also blushing.
Despite dating for a while, it was the point of intimacy they haven't reached before. Especially not in a public place. Not like they cared if others see that, but it just didn't feel... natural for them. They were taking things slow.
"It's okay," Y/n assured, "you're my boyfriend, Bonnie, you're allowed to touch me." A giggle escaped her mouth.
"Oh, yeah?" Bonnie smirked playfully. "Then I assume I'm also allowed to do this." His hands were suddenly under Y/n's thighs and he stood up, picking her up.
Y/n laughed. She dropped the cloth on the floor as her arms went around Bonnie's neck, helping her not fall down. They kissed and both smiled through the kiss.
Suddenly, they heard someone clearing his throat. It made them stop what they were doing, Bonnie put Y/n back on the ground. They turned to face the person who interrupted them.
"Finn?" Y/n asked surprised to see her friend. "What are you doing here?"
"How long have you been standing here?" Her boyfriend added.
Finn looked at Bonnie with an angry stare, "long enough," then shifted his eyes to Y/n. "Tommy sent me."
Bonnie spoke before Y/n could open her mouth again. "Why wouldn't Mr. Shelby come here himself?"
"Because it's not about you, it's about her." Finn walked up closer to the couple. He gave Bonnie another hateful look. "'Besides I wasn't talking to you, was I?"
"And what could Tommy possibly want from me at," Y/n looked at the clock nearby, "seven in the evening?"
"Exactly, it's seven in the evening. Your father gave Tommy a call, asking him to ask me to walk you home."
"How did my dad know I'm here? You didn't tell him, did you?"
Y/f/n wouldn't expect her to be at the gym, because he didn't know she was dating Bonnie. He thought they were just good friends, like she was with the Shelby boys or Polly's son. Y/n didn't want her dad to find out she's dating Bonnie.
"We're covering for you... as always for the past few weeks." He really put an emphasis on that. "Tommy told him you were in the stables by Charlie's yard. Taking care of the horses."
"Thanks. I promise I'll tell him, but not yet. It's not the right time."
"Alright, sure," Finn didn't believe her, "let's go already, shall we?"
"No worries," Bonnie gave Finn a pat on the back, "I can walk her. I was going to anyway, you didn't have to bother yourself coming here."
Bonnie smiled kindly at Finn, he didn't quite realize that the youngest Shelby brother dislikes him. He's been acting like this since Bonnie had met him, so he thought that's just the way he is. He had no idea it's because of Y/n. Because of how quickly Bonnie stole Y/n's heart.
"Don't put your fuckin' hands on me," Finn pushed Bonnie away from himself, "unless you wanna fuckin' fight."
"Relax, we can spar sometime. When do you have time?"
"Even right now. Right here. Or we can go out, do it in the street. I don't care."
"Jesus, Finn! No fuckin' fighting." Y/n scolded her lifelong friend. "What happened to you? Did Arthur start giving you cocaine?" Met with silence on Finn's side, Y/n continued. "Alright, I guess it'll be me walking you home."
"And who's gonna walk you after you walk him?" Bonnie asked. "Remember about the vendetta. Your father helps Mr. Shelby, the Italians are after you also."
"I'm not a baby. You need to rest, it's a good idea I walk with Finn. Besides, we live close to each other."
Bonnie hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. "Okay. But I'll see you tomorrow morning, alright, love?"
"Alright, golden boy." With a smile on her face, Y/n gave her boyfriend a kiss that lasted a bit longer than she intended.
Finn cleared his throat again. "You'll see each other tomorrow, no need to be eating each other's faces."
Y/n said her final goodbye of the day to her boyfriend and then walked outside with her friend. Giving him a friendly bump to the arm, she asked, "Why have you been so stiff lately, Finn?"
The girl laughed, but her friend didn't seem to be in the right mood for jokes. He took a cigarette and put it between his lips, then lit it up.
"Why don't you see it?" Smoke left his mouth as he spoke.
"Why don't I see what?" Y/n was in a mood too good to notice there was something wrong with Finn. She hadn't noticed anything for the past few weeks.
He was disappointed. "Nothing..."
Finn took such a big inhale from his cigarette, that it made him choke and cough. The girl patted him on the back with a friendly laughter. As Finn fixed his posture and coughed for one last time, he offered his friend the cigarette.
"No, thank you." She refused. "I've stopped smoking 'cause Bonnie says-"
"This is what I'm talking about. Now you see what I meant? Bonnie does this, Bonnie says that. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. And where is there space for me?"
The words shoot out of Finn's mouth like bullets from a gun. He would never target Y/n with a real gun, but these bullets were meant to get into her brain. And maybe, hopefully, shoot some sense into it.
"Bonnie is my boyfriend, Finn, you can't blame me for hanging out with him or supporting him in his path."
"Do you hear yourself, Y/n?" The boy slightly raised his voice. "We've known him for the same amount of time, which is few weeks, and you speak of him like he's your husband."
"Don't raise your voice at me, Finn Shelby. We've known Bonnie for the same amount of time, yet you've always treated him like he's one of the Changrettas."
"Don't tell me when I can or cannot raise me voice. Are you surprised I treat him like this?!"
"Yeah, I am! He's on our side, Finn! You didn't even give him a chance!"
"No, I really mean, are you surpised?" He put emphasis on the last part of the question. "Lately you've been all over him! You barely spend time with me anymore."
"Once again, he's my boyfriend!"
"After a few weeks he's your boyfriend, huh? You've known me your whole life, but have you ever thought of me this way?"
Y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. She didn't know what to say. Finn's eyes were piercing her. After a few seconds, she finally spoke. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what you've heard. How can you have feelings for someone you've known few weeks, meanwhile you've known me your whole life!"
"Excuse me? Have you ever put any effort into actually telling me you like me more than a friend?! Of course besides trying to make me jealous by flirting with other girls in front of me..."
Now Finn was the speechless one. She was right, he did all this just to make her jealous. How would she know? And why didn't it work, why didn't it make her fall in love with him? Isaiah said girls love men who hit on many women. He said the more jealous you make her feel, the more she wants you.
"That's right, Finn," Y/n continued, "I knew you're doing it on purpose."
"So..." Finn wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He felt lost in his own thoughts. "Does it mean you're using the same technique on me? With Bonnie?"
"Please," Y/n scoffed, "I had feelings for you, I truly did. But I lost them, 'cause you were messing around with others. Bonnie doesn't make me feel like I have to compete with other girls."
Finn wanted to say something. Perhaps apologize, but it was too late for this. Nothing was Bonnie's fault, he didn't do anything. If Finn wasn't so stupid and didn't listen to Isaiah's advice, him and Y/n could've been something more by now.
They never stopped walking, so now they were almost by the door of Finn's home. By the time he found any words, they have reached the door.
"What now?" The boy asked, making Y/n scoff again.
"How about we keep things how they were before this conversation, except from now on you will tolerate my boyfriend and be nice to him?"
"But he-"
"No, I don't even wanna hear it. It were you and your actions that made me lose any romantic interest I had in you, Finn."
"That's not fair!"
"That's what you get for listening to Isaiah instead of using your own brain. Seems very fair to me."
Suddenly, the door of the flat opened and they saw Polly. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows. "Why are you chit-chatting outside? Come in, I'll make you some tea."
Y/n sent the woman a kind look. "Thank you, Mrs. Gray, but I was just about to go home. Actually, my dad called Tommy and Tommy told Finn to go get me, 'cause it was so late and-" She started babbling. It felt so weird to say no to tea offered by Polly, but Y/n stayed as polite as she could.
"No worries, Y/n," the woman smiled, "where were you so late in the evening?
Polly was curious, but she didn't want to pressure Y/n into answering. And Y/n didn't want to give her the honest answer. She knew what Polly thought of the Golds. Even if they were now working with them, Polly, and a few others, still saw them as savages.
"I was at the stables," Y/n said according to the excuse Finn told her.
"Yes, she was..." Finn added to purposely make her excuse sound less believable.
There wasn't a thing you could hide from Polly Gray. Even without what Finn said, she knew Y/n wasn't telling her the truth. She could sense it.
"Alright, you should head home then. You must be very tired." But who was she to force Y/n to spit out the truth? The girl had her own family to lie to. Whether they found out, was not Polly's business nor problem, as long as Y/n was safe. And the woman knew she was.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Gray, I'd love to come for tea another time," Y/n gave Polly one of her nicest smiles, "bye, Finn," and a pretty much emotionless bye to Finn.
Polly and Finn watched Y/n walk away. She did live nearby, a few flats away and was home in seconds.
"Whatever you've done to her, Finn, I hope you apologized. Or plan to do it."
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Space Ranger Partner's Adventures Chapter 2
(content warning for non-explicit but VERY thirsty Lance this chapter 🤣🥰✨)
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Lance was awake well before Keith knocked on their connected door.
Pulled from a dreamless night of sleep, thankfully. Somewhere in between agonizing over everything he said and did around Keith the previous day to pouring over the details from their mission, he eventually slipped into peaceful darkness. He'd also gone to bed without doing his usual skincare routine, or even having his nighttime juniberry tea, so Lance woke up feeling like a desert in every sense of the word.
There was discomfort, laying there. His tongue felt like a gross carpet in his mouth, and he could practically feel the wrinkles pulling at the sides of his mouth. His muscles no longer ached, of course, since even though being part Altean was a curse, it was a curse with plenty of benefits. And yet Lance struggled to find the motivation to lift himself up. He turned his head to look over at the closed bathroom door. Toothbrush. Cleanser. Toner. Moisturizer. Everything felt so far away despite how much he needed them.
A knock from behind him, a pause, then a gentle set of taps. “..Lance..? You awake?”
Keith. Lance managed to pull himself up into a sitting position. “..Uh-huh. Come in?” The door beeped quietly, slid open and without making a sound Keith walked in.
He looked.. as tired as Lance felt. “Sorry, did I wake you?” Lance stretched as he shook his head, then shifted his legs so he was facing Keith.
“Nah, I was just getting ready to get up. What's up?” Keith fidgeted for a moment with a quiet 'um' before he took a seat beside him.
“..Last night, I had to go to processing to—well.” The fidgeting resumed. “..Torat's off the team.” Oh. He wasn't expecting to be told so soon, let alone to be woken up for it. He sniffled to clear the congestion from his nose and blinked blearily.
“For trying to—to sacrifice himself? On the mission?” Keith's expression turned sour as he looked away and nodded. “..Sorry, man. Must've been hard to make that call. He seemed like he liked being on board.” The crack of Torat's torso being slammed against the base's wall last night echoed in his mind.
“He was a good part of the team, yeah. But—what he did, went against everything I'm trying to do here with the Blades.” Keith's hands bunched in Lance's blankets in frustration. He paused for a moment to think, then faced Lance with a sort of earnest vulnerability he'd rarely seen from the other guy in the years they'd known each other; a struggle Keith had always had. “I want the Blades to be a place where everyone who fights to see the war end can actually see it end.” Naxzela once again arose from his memories, but Lance shooed it away.
“I mean, that's a pretty ambitious goal given their motto's basically—uh. The opposite of that.” Keith deflated, and Lance continued with a hurried tone as he reached out to him with panicked hands. “B-But that's a really cool goal to have! Really honorable, and junk.”
“Yeah..?” God, he wasn't ready for Keith's puppy-dog eyes this early in the day. Not at all.
“Yeah! I think it's a really great thing you're doing. We've—And everyone else, too—we've all lost a lot already. So.. trying to keep more loss to a minimum, yeah. Definitely a good thing.” Was his face getting red? He felt sweaty, but Keith didn't seem to notice. Or didn't care, if he did.
“..Thanks, Lance.” The moment between them slowed, and Lance took the time to appreciate Keith's handsome smile, but then Keith's eyes widened. “A-anyway—I didn't wanna wake you up to tell you about Torat, I wanted to say sorry for not checking in last night. It was a pretty intense mission and uh—I thought we could talk about it over breakfast?”
Lance's stomach awoke to remind him he was, in fact, starving.He nodded then shifted to get up. “I'm down. Cafeteria busy this time of.. day?” Quickly he shoved himself into a clean hoodie and slipped his Blue Lion™ socks on.
“Not really. A lot of blades eat in their room for the first meal of the day. We could too, if you want.” Lance thought about sitting close to Keith as he did the day before, knees leaning against each other; a conversation between just the two of them. The intimacy of such a mundane moment slapped him across the face with a shock of deep wanting.
“Cafeteria's good! I uh, gotta stretch my legs.”
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As Keith predicted, it was relatively quiet. The two sauntered through a short line that reminded him of his days back at the Garrison, and before long they found a dark bench to sit. Lance slid in first, with Keith to follow directly beside him.
Keith didn't hesitate to dig into the odd assortment of goos and strange looking alien plants—or, meats, maybe? Lance leaned forward and inhaled in hopes the smell of his breakfast would clue him in to how it tasted, but instead a pleasant cologne he didn't recognize drifted into his senses.
Keith took a drink from a strange space pouch at the same moment Lance realized he had just inadvertently sniffed him, then cleared his throat. “Anyway, like I was saying. I don't wanna rush into finding Torat's replacement. There's not much to do on our end while the intel division monitors the base we bugged, so..” A rosy hue bloomed on Keith's cheeks. “I thought we could take it easy for a bit. Maybe.. train like we used to.. and get better acquainted with the rest of the team.”
While Lance wasn't thrilled with the idea of having to spend more time with En, the idea of training with Keith introduced an entirely different set of butterflies into his stomach. “Take it easy and hang out with a bunch of cool alien super spies? Sounds good to me.” Keith grinned in the way he always did; lopsided and ridiculously handsome, made all the worse now by how the locks that slipped free from his loose braid framed his face.
Keith breathed a small laugh through his nose. “Good to have you on board, Lance.” He leaned forward and regarded him with a slight tilt of his head. “I mean it. It was a pretty close call yesterday, and we wouldn't have managed without you there.”
Lance outwardly preened despite the nagging voice at the forefront of his mind whispering otherwise. “Uh, yeah! That is why they call me the sharpshooter, y'know.” Keith rolled his eyes, still bemused.
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The next few days were downright serene. It took daily hour-long calls with his family to soften the ache of homesickness in his chest, but once that was more manageable Lance was able to start truly taking in the wonders the base had on offer.
He sunk into the plush seats of the rec room's circular sofa in the early afternoon after a morning run and trip to the pool with Keith. Thankfully after they rinsed off, Keith changed into his regular full body uniform instead of the intensely distracting red shorts he'd been sporting all morning. He'd asked Lance to meet him in the rec room after Lance grabbed his own clothes from his room to spend time with the others, and as Lance stretched his legs far out in front of him and settled in, Hedrox tapped away on his oddly familiar looking tablet. Was that the new model Pidge had been going on about during their last video call?
“Hey Lieutenant,” Hedrox greeted, elongating the 'hey' in a very slow and casual manner despite the speed of his fingers tapping away. En, about fifteen feet away from the couch area, gave him a salute before returning to his push-ups on the floor. Kestin was nowhere to be seen, along with Keith. He hadn't exactly rushed to get here, so Lance wondered why he was the first to arrive. He lifted the small towel from across his shoulders and patted his face of residual moisture.
“Yo. You seen Keith around?”
“The Commander? Mhm, said he wanted to get some snacks for yo—for everyone. For the team. We.. like snacks.” En snorted from behind them, but said nothing.
“O...kay. Cool.. Uh, so.. You guys been here all morning?” He still wasn't entirely sure what to talk about with his new teammates, since he knew next to nothing about any of them. He learned Kestin was another human, surprisingly, and he'd joined the blades during an exchange program Kolivan and the Garrison had created two years ago. That was about it.
“Uh-huh, I pretty much live here when I'm not with the Intel crew,” Hedrox explained, then shifted and leaned heavily over the couch to point at their currently unmasked teammate. “En used to spend entire quintants holed up in his room working out, but now he does it here. Really stinks up the place.” The other blade halted their push-ups, and whipped up into an incredulous stance.
“Wh—Only because it was something you insisted upon! Had the Commander not agreed on your behest, I would not have done so. Would you prefer I leave?!”
“Noo, I like your stink! And I can never drag you all the way from your room to play Monsters and Mana with us here.”
“Hmph, the most simple and undemanding of tactical simulations. Can you truly blame me for not seeing the worth of such things?”
“Hold on, you guys play Monsters and Mana?!” Lance hadn't played that in years! Hedrox whipped back around.
“Absolutely! Although—” they faltered. “We were playing a campaign where um. Torat was kind of the main character. His people don't tend to live all that long so—“ Hedrox quietly settled back into his seat, and sighed. “We wanted to.. make sure he could make some nice memories with the Commander.” Despite the mask, it was obvious he was upset. En resumed exercising.
“Oh..”
“Anyway, I'll have to scrap the campaign and start a new one. Once it's ready, could I convince you to—or, that is to say—Do you want to be a part of it?!”
“Yeah, man! No one in my family likes playing anything but the Earth version of it. I think I still have my character data on my phone..” Hedrox leapt up to stand on the top of the sofa as Keith and Kestin strode in together.
“Sir Pike?! Lieutenant are you talking about the famed Sir Pike?! I'm gonna die right now.”
“What are we dying about?” Keith quirked a brow as he made a bee-line for Lance with a platter full of snacks. He then set it in the small round table curled within the sofa. Hedrox gestured emphatically at Lance, and Kestin sauntered over to a nearby mounted screen and pulled out some kind of console.
“The Lieutenant agreed to join us in a new Monsters and Mana campaign! And so I insist you join us once again, Commander.” Keith grabbed a handful of glowing pretzel looking snacks and tossed them in his mouth as he plunked next to Lance.
“..You handle making the character like before and I'll do it.”
“Deal!” At the same time, an overly loud voice from fifteen feet away boomed.
“I shall join as well!!”
Everyone looked over at En, now standing upright and rigid. They were breathing heavily and did not take their eyes off of Keith. Hedrox laughed in a way that was distinctly human, then gave En a thumbs up.
“Alrighty, I'm gonna whip up a campaign the M&M community'll lose their minds over.”
Lance looked over at Keith with his eyes wide, surprised by how lively this bunch of aliens were over a tabletop game. Keith shrugged. He offered some snacks from the platter which Lance gratefully obliged.
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The strangeness his life had taken on soon settled into comfortable routine. In the simulated mornings in days that spanned approximately twenty-six and a half Earth hours to mimic the average day cycle of most inhabitants on the base, Lance would awake around the same time he used to in New Altea.
Instead of his solitary jog through the rolling country hills followed by the rest of the morning in the greenhouse, Lance now spent that time together with Keith. And the others, of course. Mobility and agility were highly important skills as super-spy space ninjas, so a large portion of their training regimens included plenty of cardio. They'd run the tracks in the training sector as a team, then branch off to their respective combat training zones. Close quarters combat was one of Lance's weakest areas, and after mentioning that offhandedly to Keith one night in the lounge, when Lance wasn't working on his aim, Keith would whisk him away for some practice. Together. Usually pretty sweaty all throughout, too (though En always followed and watched).
Quiznack,was Keith hot. In the weeks since his arrival, Lance had been thinking about how best to approach the asking-out-Keith conundrum. When was a good time? Anytime? When he was younger, and even now, Lance was never afraid to flirt. If someone wasn't interested, it was easy enough to move on, since how often would he really be seeing a random cute alien on some distant planet they saved? But with Keith..
Lance lifted up a tiny maintenance tool from the set for his blade issued pistol and examined the deconstructed gun on his desk in front of him. He'd already cleaned every part twice, and reassembled it in record time. It was a suitable distraction for his hands while he thought about what to do.
Lance considered the facts: Keith wasn't seeing anyone. But in the entire time Lance knew him, he'd never seen Keith directly express interest in any kind of person, so it was hard to say if he was into guys. Or anyone, for that matter. Was there a non-awkward way of trying to gauge that? Keith, buddy, hey man, just wondering if you'd hypothetically be interested in banging dudes? No reason for wondering, just curious. Totally not because I'd be devastated if I ruined our friendship by trying to get with you!
Lance clicked the final piece of the pistol back into place and groaned. He was so attractive though, it was almost infuriating! How did the cute and rough-around-the-edges Keith he'd saved the universe with manage to turn into one of the most handsome, charming, competent, and weirdly thoughtful guys he'd ever met?! It was bad enough he'd always been Lance's type. But now he had broad shoulders and a really nice ass on top of that. He wanted to.. well, he wanted to do a lot of things with Keith, obviously. But there was also the romantic part of Lance that longed for the sort of connection he hadn't had with anyone in years.
In the wake of the lions taking Allura's place in saving the universe from Honerva, Lance realized he would never be able to give her the life she deserved. He was just some guy from Cuba, some rebound,and neither of them would benefit from that kind of relationship. It was a quiet break-up. A mutual understanding, an awkward hug at the end of it, and the promise that they would still stay close friends.
But the Princess was a Princess, and the center of the newest push to unite the universe against the remnants of the empire. There was no room for Lance in that, not really, and it had been months since they spoke, let alone seen each other in person.
Lance was still kind of heartbroken over the whole thing. And the idea of pushing away Keith in the same way.. It.. scared him.
Never mind the mortifying idea of having to stick around in their tight-knit group after being rejected. Never mind the fact that Keith might even ask him to leave to avoid dealing with that whole awkward situation. Never mind how much he didn't want to go back to a life where nothing he did mattered. He loved his family, and he tried to tell himself it was fine to leave the universe saving to the rest of his old team because he was already too ruined by the war, but he was terrified he was going to spend the rest of his life doing nothing.
He wasn't talented, he wasn't special; he couldn't do anything worthwhile other than pilot a lion that didn't even technically exist anymore. And when his family and friends started aging, he'd be helpless to do anything but watch as everyone around him died because Allura thought it would be a gift to make him live six times as long as everyone else!
Oh. Lance was going to have to do something right away to stop thinking. He put his pistol back in its case and stiffly walked out the door of his room. He didn't want to be around anyone, but also hypocritically wanted desperately to be comforted. He wanted to call his mom, but then thought about having to eventually bury her. No, no, nope. Maybe he could just distract himself with training, or swimming, or something. He made his way down the now familiar hallways towards the training center,
then turned back around and went straight to Keith's door. He pressed the keypad, hoping both at once that he was busy, and that he wasn't.
“Hello?” His low and soothing voice drifted from under his fingertips.
“H-Hey! Keith, hey. You busy?”
“Hey Lance. I'm free, door's open.” Lance shuffled in with too much nervous energy that he tried to hide.
Keith's room was similar in design to his own, but sported a lot of interesting decorations. There were several boards on the walls with intel related to ongoing missions, assembled in a way that looked a bit like those conspiracy boards Keith made in his old cabin. There was a mounted case full of extremely alien-looking knives (a new hobby of his, Lance learned last week), and Kosmo was curled up in his bed, even tinier than usual. Keith turned from his desk to face Lance as he shambled in. “What's up?”
“Uhh, nothing much! Just—wondering what you were doing!” Instead of standing around strangely, Lance moved to sit on the bed and pulled the puppy-sized Kosmo onto his lap. Kosmo wiggled a bit in annoyance, realized Lance was there, and immediately settled back down into snoozing with an adorable huff. Keith leaned back in his chair and let his neck tilt back to face the ceiling.
“Not a ton. Just, so much—paperwork.” The desk was covered with small stacks of light blue paper-adjacent material, and what looked to be hundreds of space-y thumb-drives. Keith always seemed to have piles of them to plug into his personal blade-tablet thing, and apparently that was how they relayed top-secret info they didn't want to risk sending through any kind of network. It seemed weirdly inefficient, but Lance never felt like questioning it. “And most of it's another wave of applications for the team, even though I said I'm not rushing to find a replacement.” He swayed into an upright position, then turned to face him. “At this point I'm thinking about having the application say something like, 'are you willing to die to see the mission succeed?' just so I can toss the ones that say yes automatically.” Lance laughed nervously and gently scratched at Kosmo's small puppy mane.
“C'mon dude, imagine how desperate you'd be if not just one but two world-famous celebrities came to your job and had an opening on their team. Especially if they saved your life at some point, which we definitely did.”
“I guess. If you're not suited to working with them though, trying to push your way in anyway would probably just piss them off. Why even bother?”
“Ohh, buddy.. Never make a social media account.” Keith snorted.
“Wasn't planning on it. Anyway, your leg's doing that thing again.” Lance froze and looked down at his left leg jack-hammering against the floor. He'd picked up Kosmo into his arms at some point to not jostle him. “Something up?”
“No! Uh, no. I'm just—yeah, kinda antsy. You feel like doing something?” Keith studied him for a moment, then softened.
“Sure. If you wanna blow off some steam, we could—” Keith thought for a second. “Go work on CQC maybe? I used to do that all the time with the drones in the castle and it usually helped.” He stood up and walked over to Lance as he spoke, and gently picked up Kosmo from his arms. Then, he lifted his blanket up, rested the puppy against his pillow, and tucked him in. Lance instantly felt near ready to explode from fondness. He cleared his throat.
“Alright, let's go.” Surprisingly, Keith reached down to pull at the draping fabric part of his uniform that hung around his waist, then tossed it over his chair. When Lance looked at him questioningly, he smirked.
“Not giving you an advantage like last time.”
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This was a bad idea.
High enough ranking members of the Blade of Marmora, Lance learned, were given access to a lot of amenities on base, including access to private training chambers. They'd only ever sparred with other teammates watching, which helped distract Lance enough to avoid thinking about how close he was to Keith, but this felt completely different now that they were alone.
“Masks on or off?” Keith asked as he finished inputting info into the room's door console. Recently, a time limit had been implemented to encourage blades not to overexert themselves, but no one on their team usually went for more than two or so hours except for En.
“On, I guess?” Lance then accidentally conjured an image in his mind of Keith pinned under him, hair tussled and face red, and immediately pressed the button on his suit to activate the mask. Keith nodded and did the same, but not to hide like Lance.
Lance gave a precursory quick stretch of his keyed up limbs, all electricity and jitters, and for a moment considered how uncomfortable it would be for Keith in a situation like this if he had to reject Lance, and quietly decided to put asking him out on the back-burner. At least for a while. He was still kind of a mess, anyway. “You ready?”
“Uh-huh.” He was feeling a little distracted, honestly. Keith was probably even better at CQC than Shiro at this point, so Lance knew he'd have to stay on the defensive. Keith leaned heavily on his right leg for a moment, then shot at him.
Sharp, brutal, efficient. Keith was a whirlwind of limbs and jabs. He wasn't one for grappling much, and instead whipped around Lance with a flurry of surprisingly easy to block punches.
Oh, he was warming him up and going easy on him. Lance's pride prickled a bit, and he took a moment to switch off the defensive to sweep a leg under the other man. But Keith leapt up in an instant, gripped the front of Lance's uniform, then tossed him. Lance needed only a second to recover before righting himself back onto his feet, and launched back over at Keith.
This time he was on the offensive, and though he lacked the same amount of raw Galran strength that Keith had, compensated by redirecting Keith's punches away from himself with rigid strikes of his forearms and elbows. Blue taught him, years ago, that in all ways he was best suited to be like water. Their comms were open, and he heard Keith give a satisfied laugh.
“Pretty good, Lance.”
“Hmph! You gonna go easy on me all day, dude? 'Cause I can just as easily head down to the pool if you're gonna—” Keith vanished from his view. What?
The slight breeze from his left was the only indication Lance got before he whipped around and braced. Keith's kick made a crack as it brutally connected to his crossed forearms shielding his chest, and Lance once again went careening backwards. Pain, bright and stinging flashed through his arms, and the air was knocked from his lungs as he hit the ground. He gasped and shuddered through it with his jaw clenched hard and tried to right himself. His armored arms were suddenly a sturdier white with blue bracers.
The inside of his mask lit up strangely, and in the same moment Lance noticed that, his fist was already connecting to Keith's masked cheek. Keith stumbled backwards. Lance took the opportunity to sweep his legs out from under him; this time it worked. He stomped on his ribs and Keith let out a pained gasp, but grabbed his ankle before Lance could retract it. In what felt like slow motion, his leg was twisted and pulled, and his balance was stolen from him. The ground slowly crept up to meet him, and with strength Lance couldn't match, Keith pinned his arms on either side against the smooth floor. He struggled for a moment before realizing the futility of it, then loosened the wires pulling his screaming muscles taut.
They both heaved deep breaths, masked faces only inches apart.
“Quiznack. You've been—” Keith wheezed and shook his head. “—holding out on me, Lance! Didn't know you had moves like that.”
It wasn't as bright anymore, and Lance was hit with the sudden realization that Keith was, in fact, very close right now. He bit back an embarrassed shriek and wiggled around until Keith released his hold. He blurted out the first stray thought that floated through his currently flat-lining brain. “Farming'll do that!” Lance squeaked.
“Farming—What?!” Keith wheezed again, and before long started to laugh. “That makes no sense!” He flopped down next to Lance, and relaxed with a chuckling sigh.
Lance felt a little like he wanted to die from embarrassment. But as he defended his nonsense claim, mostly found himself wanting to see Keith without his mask in that moment.
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Hi, um idk if you’re in the mood to write this and you don’t have to if you don’t feel the energy to, but could I request a story where its Latino male reader x Loki?
Like where its smut and the plot is that the reader speaks Spanish everytime he and Loki “do it” just to tease and fluster Loki, and the reader always feels proud of himself.
But a few nights go by and Loki really wants to learn how to speak Spanish; not only because it can be a way to communicate with the reader better but to get back at him and remind him who’s in power. (So like a smut and power kink story basically). And Loki takes lessons from one of the readers’ family members (but they don’t tell the member the reason ofc)
And then when the night comes, and the reader and Loki are invited to come to this super fancy party with the Avengers, and the whole night, the reader decides to tease Loki discreetly and later, Loki can’t tolerate it any longer so they both teleport back to the tower, and blah blah blah they start to have steamy sex.
Loki then decides to tease him and starts whispering Spanish in his ear all seductively: and suddenly the reader gets all shy. And then they do it, and the end there’s the obvi aftercare, and they live happily ever after :)
(Idk if you do POC readers, but I’m asking bc I haven’t seen barely any that do. I know this was a lot and in detail so I deeply apologize for that. Again, you don’t have to do this cuz ik you have a busy life rn or u just don’t feel like doing it. Have a good morning/night! :D)
Right side of the bed
Loki Laufeyson x Latino Male Reader Smut
FEM ALLIGNED DNI || MLM/NBLM TARGET READERS
A/N : I am so sorry that I haven't gotten to this sooner, I've been giving excuses but Im finally getting on track with writing and here we are.
CW : (Kind of) Public sex, Magic use, Alcohol, Use of 'Sir'
"Focus, Carino."
You hummed, Looking down at Loki's disheveled state below you, tendrils of black hair sticking to his pale forehead, Mouth hung agape as your hips bounced on his.
"Love- slow do—ah~ slow down~"
Loki whined, Slender fingers holding your hips, though he begged he never stopped rutting into you, Tip grazing your prostate each time your body connected with his.
Grabbing one of his hands, you placed it on your lower abdomen, letting him feel as tip rutted near your stomach.
"Siente lo profundo que eres mi rey~"
You said, feeling your end draw near, your words failing you as you fucked yourself on Loki, Stroking your twitching length, White spurting from your head and onto Loki's stomach.
"Fuck, That felt amazing Carino."
You hummed into his ear, smiling as his pale skin became even more red than it had been, kissing his cheek before hopping off of him.
"I'm gonna take a shower, Amor, Feel free to join me~"
You said, your voice trailing away, Leaving Loki to clean up after himself, Stuck in his thoughts, Never understanding what you were saying, He felt so lost.
He needed to show who was in control.
But how? Thor didn't know anything, He wouldn't expect him to, And he wasn't going to ask any of the Avengers, Definitely not.
Who did he know, Who knew Spanish?
"Oh! Ohoho.. My prince is going to regret this."
Loki muttered under his breath, becoming quiet as he dressed himself, Contacting a certain someone Via. Your silly human devices.
"What are you doing, Amor?"
You asked, slinking over to your dresser and slipping pajamas on, Slyly revealing bits and pieces of yourself as you did.
"Oh nothing my prince, Just thinking."
Loki hummed, Placing the phone aside, opening up his arms to welcome you into them, hands hugging around your waist, his peachy lips kissing your forehead.
"You should rest, my love, You heroes are always so busy."
Loki hummed, rolling you over with him, spooning you in his tall figure, letting him bring a blanket over the two of you and drifting off to sleep in his arms.
It had been a few weeks since then, Being that you were busy, You hardly noticed Loki's absence from your shared flat.
As days went on as per usual, Tony had decided to throw a party in the Tower, Even though you had wished to rest in your flat, maybe go out to dinner with Loki, you had agreed, and Loki—Although Hesitantly—Agreed to go aswell.
The party consisted of most of the Avengers, and some people you didn't know that you assumed were invited by Tony, though you didn't care to engage with them either way.
"Whiskey, Please."
You said to the bartender, crossing a leg over the other, leaning into Loki's presence beside you.
"Make it two."
He hummed, the bartender nodding and pouring your drinks, passing them to you both before walking off to deal with other people at the bar.
"You're deep in thought, Carino, es lindo."
You said, looking at him smugly.
"Thinking of all the the things we could be doing if we weren't here."
"Me encantaría que me jodas sin sentido ahora mismo, amor."
You whispered in his ear, swirling the amber liquid in your glass before downing it, returning the glass to the bar, where the bartender poured it another round and shuffled off again.
"No me gustaría nada más que eso."
Loki hummed back, Eyeing your face as it contorted into shock, Standing from his seat and downing his drink, grasping your hand and weaving throughout the tower, finding one of the guest rooms, and hurrying inside.
Quickly shutting the door by pressing your back against it, he wasted no time locking the door and putting his hands on you, lips sloppily smashing with yours.
Tongues sliding against one another, the taste of alcohol still tingling on your tongue, tugging on Loki's suit, whining as he pulled away from you, clasping your wrists in one hand above your head.
"ah ah ah, Amor, I'm the one in charge, no olvides."
He hummed, pressing his knee between your legs, though using his free hand to keep your hips pinned to the wall, forcing you to take what friction he gave, his mouth closing in on your neck.
"You smell sweet, Mi amor, Delicious.."
He groaned, rolling his thigh against your groin, prompting a sweet sigh from your lips, your attempts to rut against him hopeless.
Magic tingled through your body, making it hot and on point, your body staying pinned as it was even without Loki's hands on you.
"You look adorable like that, Carino, aunque te ves mas lindo sin ropa."
And in a blink of an eye, he pulled off your blazer, tugging your tie off, then your shoes, and so on until you were bare, save for your button up and briefs, erection pressed against the stretchy fabric.
"Loki- ah~! We- we can't do this here.. someone will find us.."
You squirmed, body flushed as Loki sent waves of magic through your body with every touch he made, and you couldn't fight it.
"I wouldn't mind that, Darling, Someone seeing you get corrected for thinking you're in control."
Fingers danced around the hem of your briefs, slipping up your shirt and running over your nipples, thumb pads stroking the erect buds.
"No matter how many times I play with these, you never do seem to get used to it."
Loki sighed, the shocking waves of pain and pleasure forcing your back off the door as he pinched the bud.
"Let's take this to the bed, Shall we, Carino?"
He hummed, hand guiding your movements to lay on the bed, body shaking with anticipation, Precum spilling out of your cock head and staining into your briefs.
"Darling, You're making a mess, Let's clean that up, Shall we?"
Kneeling down on the bed, he pulled your briefs off tantalizingly slow, his smirk becoming wider—if possible—as your cock slipped free of it's constraints, twitching as it was met with cold air.
"Loki... "
"Shhh... amor, don't speak unless spoken to, understand?"
"Y- Yes sir..."
"Ooh.. sir? I like that name."
Loki hummed, the tip of his index finger teasing the slit of your cock, trailing down your length before pulling away, leaving you to whine in his absence.
"Now, tell me my prince, what would you like me to do?"
"Fuck me... Please.."
You whimpered, arms straining with a need to hold Loki, as if you feared he might up and leave just to toy with you.
"como quieras, mi amor."
In swift movements, Loki threw tossed his blazer off, rolling the sleeves of his button up to his upper arm, Unbuttoning his black dress pants and pushing down his briefs, his dick presenting itself eagerly.
Sitting on his shins, one hand slipped underneath your knee, holding your leg up, the other guiding his cock to slip inside of you, eyes trailing up to yours with a gentle smile before pushing in, causing your breath to thin.
"Ooo... Fuck-"
"No, Talking, Carino, Break the rules again and I'll have to punish you."
"Yes- Yes sir.."
"Good."
He hummed, hugging his arm around your thigh and pulling your ass to connect with his hips, your leg resting over his shoulder while the other one sat beside his thigh.
"Te sientes tan caliente por dentro, My prince."
He sighed, running a free hand over your stomach, Magic seeping out of you as you found your hands no longer stuck to the bed, instantly clinging around Loki's neck, Smashing your lips together as his hips began to rock into you.
"Shit... You feel amazing."
He moaned, pressing his forehead to yours, nearly folding you in half as he fucked you, heat building with each thrust, sweat beading on your bodies.
"Speak to me, Darling, I want to hear you."
He groaned, tip grazing your prostate, rutting against it each time.
"You feel so good Loki~! Fu—ck.."
You whined, Your spine arching off the bed, the crown of your head pushing into the mattress, your insides felt like they were melting as you both chased your climax.
"I could say the same, darling, you fe-ah.. you feel wonderful.."
He whined, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, threatening to burst.
"I'm gonna cum.. ah... Loki- "
You whimpered, your cock spilling out precum as it rutted against your stomach, the friction bringing you closer until your body halted, taking your breath away as white spurted from your slit, spilling on your stomach.
It didn't take long for Loki to finish himself, pulling out and cumming between your legs, panting as you both came off your high, hair sticking to your faces.
"That was... Exhilarating."
Loki sighed, wiping his forehead before whipping his head around the room, locating a bathroom and rushing off to wet a rag, coming back looking refreshed, pants buttoned and all.
"Come here darling, let me clean you up."
A/N : Hope you guys all liked this!!! I hope it came out to your liking Anon!!!! I tried my best to not drag on everything but keep everything true to the plot so 🫶
#loki x male reader#loki laufeyson x male reader#mcu loki#male reader#smut#male reader smut#mcu#loki laufeyson x male reader smut#marvel#the avengers
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will probably try and script more coherent thoughts on ofmd s2 tomorrow and my opinion is overall very positive but i really don't like the way they're handling jim/archie and olu/zheng. to clarify i would be 100% okay with a more open/poly version of jim/olu, esp since vico ortiz is poly irl, but this just feels underbaked.
1) jim and archie only interact a few times in the first episode before one of their first scenes in the second episode is their kiss. i think archie will be a fun character and her banter with jim was decent but to me there really wasn't enough build-up to pay off a kiss, esp after jim/olu was a well-done plot line last season that was built up by a series of good, genuine moments across all ten episodes. i don't think a slow-burn is always a definite requirement for a good romance but more than like three scenes of build-up is.
2) olu fully admits in ep 3 he had no idea that zheng was flirting with him. full honesty i was expecting zheng to be a lesbian (idk why just vibes) but really? she apparently grows a crush on olu through all his visits to her soup stand, of which we see one where they have a normal, polite conversation. then they join up with the revenge, jim and olu reunite and five minutes later olu is making out with her in her office? i'm aware olu was probably still surprised by the jim and archie situation but it genuinely felt so out of nowhere to me. tbh her random crush on olu was the only thing abt zheng i disliked, other than that she was fantastic and i'm very excited to see more of her. her feelings read like an unrequited crush to me.
3) jim and olu were a fantastic couple in s1, i was and still am obsessed. again, poly/open relationship is fine if done right, but this just reads like they forced relationship drama. we are only three eps in and maybe they aren't even going the poly route but in that case why make this a thing in the first place? why have jim and olu make out with other people when ed and stede are clearly giving us all the relationship drama? yeah, they thought the other person was dead/didn't know if they'd see them again but surely they'd be holding out hope or still grieving after what's been a year at most.
anyways, like i said, overall a good start but this plot point is rlly dragging down the early eps for me. hopefully it resolves quickly.
#ofmd#our flag means death#our flag means death spoilers#jim jimenez#oluwande boodhari#archie ofmd#zheng yi sao#jim x oluwande
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So, now that I finished the game (again) and the DLC chapters, I'm going to ramble about Crosscode C:
This game is really bizarre in the sense that, to be completely 100% honest, there isn't any particular part of the game that I think is all that mind-blowing. But all the individual elements (heh) of the game come together so well that the resulting product ends up being so much stronger and memorable than the sum of its parts.
Like, most indie games have one or several notable flaws or shortcomings (and understandably so) but this game is such an airtight experience that I can't help thinking about it and just being like "the how HECK is this game so GOOD?!"
...I am of course just getting started, I've got a wall of text of things I liked and thought her just "meh" under the 'keep reading' if you're interested (you've been warned (also spoilers obviously)):
The combat is definitely one of the strongest elements of the game and probably one of my personal favorites; its brutally difficult and sometimes feels like bullshit (and maybe there is one or two instances where it actually is just bullshit) but once you get the hang of it is really is flashy and satisfying and makes you feel badass to pull off. Plus its got the whole easy to learn, hard to master thing going on (like most of it is just charging SP and pressing the space bar, but knowing what moves to use and when def play into things).
I dunno how much of a hot take this is, but I really liked the puzzles in this game! I won't deny that they can sometimes drag on and interrupt the pacing of a temple, but personally I didn't mind. And just like the combat they're so well constructed that, while you'll spend minutes staring blankly reminded that you're a simple-minded creature and that the human mind wasn't made for this and you should be foraging for mushrooms in the woods and risking death over your next meal, they rarely feel impossible to solve without having to resort to a playthrough and are really satisfying to finally figure out (not to brag but there was exactly one puzzle in the game where I had to look up the solution and another where I did solve it on my own but then looked it up cause I thought I cheesed it by mistake). At first I wasn't a huge fan of how fast/precise you have to be for some puzzles on top of just finding out the solution in the first place, but after a while you kinda get used to it (and there is an option to slow things down which is really nice of the devs to include).
The story is... pretty alright. Yeah. I honestly don't have much to say about it. Bit of a slow pace, does the job, and has it's share of twists and emotional moments, but the narrative itself doesn't really do anything mind-blowing either so... you know. I definitely think it's the characters themselves that are memorable and prop up an otherwise average story. I mean every single one of them is just the hugest goober and even characters who initially seem forgettable or one-dimensional end up subverting your expectations and being super endearing/compelling/layered. Oh yeah, and Lea is a character that can only say like 10 words and SHE DESERVES THE WORLD I WOULD KILL FOR H-
Also, since the DLC is brand new to me I do wanna say that the ending was the tiniest bit underwhelming. Like you break into Vermillion Wasteland, fight a (surprisingly easy) boss, and that's... just it. Like 20 minutes top. I dunno, it feels like... something was missing. Still thoroughly enjoyed the entire thing and it is nice for the cast to get their happy ending (not quite as emotionally impactful as the base game's end imo, but still great and I'm glad they gave us more time with these dorks).
The platforming and navigating the overworld is tedious, which sucks a bit since that makes up a good chunk of the game. Idk man, having to scale different elevations of platforms is made frustrating by the fixed camera and the fact that the different "levels" of platforms aren't distinct from each other at all, so its easy to get duped by the perspective and jump to something you can't actually reach (yes you can use projectiles to check but it still isn't fun). Even without everything blending into each other visually, trying to find which obscure paths from four rooms ago will bring you to a chest just isn't all that enjoyable (some of the later maps like Sapphire Ridge were okay though, if only cause they started to have actually interesting puzzles to do). Basically they're just... there, between the actually fun stuff.
The trading system and farming for resources is confusing and kind of a chore. That's all I got.
Guess I'll touch on the art/music since I don't have too much to say about them. To be perfectly honest I'm not actually super crazy about the artstyle (blasphemy!), but I won't deny that the sprite-work and overall aesthetic are still super-well done, even if they aren't my personal taste (tl;dr I'm neutral on it). The soundtrack isn't something I'd put on my phone and listen to in the car, but like the art it's still well-made and perfectly suits the mood of/drives the emotional impact of the game, and there are still a handful of standout bangers (Lea's theme will live rent-free in my brain of course).
One last thing I'll say (that I mentioned before) is that as fun as this game is, it feels like a commitment to get through at times. Even when I first played it and had more free time, sometimes this game just felt "imposing" to pick back up after a break. Idk its hard to describe, but at least for me it was hard to play any other games alongside this (especially with my limited free time) which kinda sucked a bit.
To wrap things up, if I had to give the game an arbitrary number rating, I have to give Crosscode a 0/10 because its an indie game that doesn't have a fishing game (smh honestly how could they make such an obvious mistake 😔).
#like I said I don't have any super deep analyses of the characters or the game to offer#just wanted to ramble about THE EXPERIENCE and what I thought this game did fantastically and slightly less fantastically#ya know#while i still got the brainrot#also reading what I wrote kinda makes me sound more critical of the game than I really am#i do wanna be clear that a lot of this is just me nitpicking#even the “worst” stuff in the game (*cough* the overworld) is still solid#also opinions#crosscode spoilers#crosscode#rambling#long post#game review (i guess)
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Opposite Ends
Chapter Thirteen | Together - (Pt 1)
C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt 2 |
Chapter Thirteen part 2 is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻
Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship
Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.
The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.
What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.
Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content
Chapter word count | 6 K
Chapter warnings | Smut 18+ & drug use
Authors Note | IMPORTANT PLEASE READ - My laptop has still not been repaired & it has the other half of this chapter on it, I had hoped to have it back by now but its return date keeps getting extended, I didn't want to post only half of what I'd written but I'm not going to make you wait any longer. So, please enjoy what I can post, and forgive me for what I can't 😓🖤
As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿
Y/N | March 1986
“Are you kidding me Eddie?” I laughed, shaking my head as he pulled a crumpled Ziplock bag from the depths of his pocket. There were loose strings of tobacco at the bottom of it, pinned beneath a bag of weed mixed in with rolling papers and his favourite lighter. His hand froze in the air as he stared back at me confused, a playful grin spreading across his face as he jangled the bag in my direction.
“How the hell…” my face widened in disbelief “How did you manage, after fighting off supernatural creatures and angry assholes… to keep your bag on you Eddie?” I shouldn’t have been so surprised; nothing could come between him and his stash.
“You have your secrets, I have mine.” He winked at me as he set it to the side of the dirty mattress, smiling as he watched me stand up from where I crouched against the rock to walk over to him.
“Are you gonna complain or shut up and have some?” His wide, easy, cheek crinkling grin took the sting out of the insult as I hovered above him, eyeing the dirty, torn mattress he sat on. Without missing a beat, Eddie slid his jacket off, patting it down against the space next to him as he shuffled over to make room for me.
Warmth flooded my centre as I smiled, his selfless gesture made my eyes prick as I folded myself next to him, jolting as the broken springs in the mattress dipped under our combined weight.
“Definitely having some.” I grinned, holding the bag open for him as he flattened out a rolling paper.
Eddie nudged my shoulder as his smile dopped, sitting in silence as his deft fingers tightened the paper. The flickering shadows of flying birds overhead, flashed across us as a cold breeze blew through the cracks of Skull Rock, scaring me into the warmth of Eddie’s side. He shifted so that I was pressed against his chest, tilting his head into my hair as he sealed the joint.
“What are we going to do?” He breathed into the crown of my head. His voice was ladled with shivering fear, coated in worry and dripping in dread. It shot a string of panic through me as I blinked up at him through my lashes, watching his jaw tense as he avoided my eyes.
“I don’t know, but we’re going to do it together.” My hand found his as I laced our fingers together, Eddie cupped my chin as he placed the rolled paper between my lips, squeezing just tight enough that my mouth formed into a pout around it. His face pulled up in a half smirk as he brought the lighter up to my face, the orange flame burning between us for a moment before the joint puffed out in sparks.
I hissed through my teeth as I kept the smoke deep in my lungs for a second longer than I should have, coughing up as I passed it into Eddie’s laughing grip.
“Always could out smoke you.” He joked, taking a deep hit as he leant all of his weight on me. I spluttered as I shoved back at his shoulder, stealing it back from him as his second inhale burned it down to almost halfway.
“Sorry I don’t have years of experience.” I couldn’t keep up my sarcastic glare as he met it with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pinching at my rib cage as I giggled and twisted away from him.
“And don’t you forget it.” He relented his tickling assault as I squealed and swatted his hand away.
“I’m not as corrupted as you.” I teased, smiling as his eyes traced my face. As my words registered a beat too late, he threw his head back up to the sky, laughing my name as his deep voice echoed off the boulder behind us.
“You were corrupted long before you met me.” The way his eyes bore into mine brought up swirling feelings inside of me. I’d unintentionally started to shift closer to Eddie as the tips of my fingers brushed something satiny. I glanced down between us as a confused breath rushed past my lips, squinting at the glossy surface of the polaroid creeping out of the edge of Eddie’s jacket pocket.
It was the same one I’d teased him months ago about when I saw it pinned to his ceiling, a photo illuminating our bodies coming together as one to make the sort of love I’d only ever dreamt about, that I didn’t truly believe in until I met Eddie. My eyes traced over the paintings of hickeys decorating my spine in the photograph, recognising it as one of our first times together in his bedroom. My hands shook as they curled around the polaroid, freezing around the edges as I tried not to crumple it.
His gentle fingers tugged it from my grasp, resting it on his knee as he glanced away into the forest.
“Sorry.” He muttered, busying himself by taking a deep drag of the rest of the joint. The haze of weed had calmed my nerves, making my voice smoother than it would have been under normal circumstances.
“You don’t need to be.” I cracked a smile as his eyes shot up to meet mine, relief flooding them like he’d been worried about my reaction.
“Why do you have it?” I pushed, teasing him now as I watched him blush deeply, revelling in the way he couldn’t hold my gaze.
“I uhh, I dunno. When I took Chrissy to my trailer to get the stuff, I went into my room alone. It was like the freaking moon was purposefully shining on it so I couldn’t avoid the damn thing. I didn’t want to look at it anymore, but as soon as I tore it off the ceiling… I couldn’t let it go.” His shoulders sunk like a great weight had been lifted from them, hanging his head between them as he heaved a sigh.
I reached out with hesitant movements to take the picture back, tracing my fingertip around the sharp edge, unable to hold back the flood of emotions that floored me as the memories burst back into my mind like a dam. Eddie’s whisper in my ear about how good I felt, how pretty I looked and sounded as I moaned his name.
I glanced up shyly at Eddie as my ears burned, he was twisting his watch around his wrist as he watched me from his peripheral vision, waiting for me to say something. The air between us was suddenly sweltering, the tension just as thick as the first time we made a move towards each other that was more than enemies, less than friends. The small photo fluttered to the ground as it twisted in the air, landing between us as I swung my leg over Eddie’s lap.
His hands shot to my waist automatically, out of habit as he straightened up in surprise. His eyes were blown wide as I silenced his mutter of my name with an eager kiss, melting against him as I tried to force a reaction from him.
I didn’t have to put up much of a fight.
Eddie’s lips moved in synchronisation with mine, already knowing the pattern as I gave in with a groan against his mouth. His lips were soft, like butter as they devoured each short breath from me. I pulled back with a gasp as I felt us nearing the point of no return, tugging gently on Eddie’s knotted curls to pull my mouth from his. He relented with a frustrated growl, moving to my neck instead as his hands massaged circles into the sides of my thighs.
“Eddie.” He humoured my curt tone by glancing up from where he worked away at the dip of my shirt, teasingly nibbling at my sensitive skin as his head dipped lower, I let mine roll back before I focused, jerking his face back to mine.
“Do not. Let this mattress touch me.” Eddie’s throaty laugh vibrated throughout my entire body and the woods surrounding us. It warmed his face as his eyes melted, scrutinising every inch of my body as his cheeks bunched up from his smile.
“I don’t think I can do what I need to do to you, and avoid that.” His bottom lip caught between his teeth as my breath stuck in my throat.
I wasn’t sure how I ended up airborne, how Eddie could have the strength to lift both of us up from practically squatting against the ground, but suddenly my legs were wrapped around his hips, straddling him as he launched across the open space towards the bowed formation of rocks across from us. He headed around the curve of it, shielding us from the cold wind that blew through our loose clothes as he leant me against a flattened edge of it. It was caved in, forming a small ledge that almost sufficed as a seat.
Eddie wrenched my legs apart as he slid between them, cupping the back of my neck as our tongues clashed together. I couldn’t tell whose hands where whose as we both fumbled to rip away the layers of fabric that separated our hot skin. Gasps turned to moans as our bodies found a way to be together, sighing in content as they slipped back into the one main piece that we belonged to.
It wasn’t sweet, or soft, or patient or teasing. In that moment I needed Eddie more than I needed to breath, I felt like I would combust if he didn’t become a part of me. Eddie’s rings caught in my hair, tugging at the singular strands as he wrapped his hand in it, tilting my face up to the ominous rainclouds. Eddie’s hot lips left a wet trail of kisses as he moved along my jaw, humming a deep growl as my eyes closed and I sighed his name over and over, loosing myself in the feeling of his hands pressing me closer to him, his mouth exploring my body, leaving no inch undiscovered.
“Eddie…” I pressed my face into his mess of curls, marvelling in their softness as he moved to bite at my nipples through my shirt, grunting in response as I squirmed beneath him.
“Need you… now.” Eddie’s hands tightened on my hips at my words, pulling at the zipper of my jeans as I lifted myself up to help him as he shimmied them down my soft thighs.
They swelled in size as I flattened myself back down against the rock, spreading my legs as I pouted for him to come closer. I could feel the air assaulting the warm wet patch in my panties, butterflies swirling in my stomach as Eddie’s eyes darkened at the sight.
‘You’re so fucking pretty.” The slick between my thighs doubled at the reverent look in his face, they soaked up every piece of me like something he was trying to savour for a lifetime. The hastiness fled from Eddie’s body as he stepped back into me, his hands gripping the tops of my legs as his lips found mine again.
I shivered under his touch, tears springing to my eyes as I pressed my fingertips to the side of his face, pushing him back a few spaces so I could see him, really see him for a moment.
My heart ached at his beauty, his soft strands of natural curls that framed the soft lines of his face. His plump pink lips stretched across the sharp tips of his corner teeth as they spread in a wide, eye crinkling smile. Eddie’s dark brows narrowed over his honey pot eyes as his chest huffed in a low laugh, asking me what I was staring at.
I smiled as my fingers traced over the outline of his mouth, returning his smile with a small one of my own. God didn’t value my sanity because he’d wrapped up the softest, kindest, charismatic, funny, caring and selfless creature in the most beautiful exterior it could have imagined.
My heart clenched under the overwhelming surge of affection that literally knocked my breath away.
Eddie was real, here in my arms and wanting me. For a second, just a split second, I wanted to live a normal life, enjoying the classic teenage fever of every girls right of passage. But I was a tormented fragment of supernatural trauma, and Eddie was an innocent life caught up in the consequences of that.
The tears spilled over my cheeks this time as my lips trembled, forming around the words that stuck in my throat.
“No my sweet girl, is it a headache!? Are you okay?” Eddie crushed me to his chest, the beginning of my favourite song starting low in his frame as he pressed his ear to the top of my head, his arms flexing around me in fear as he tried to keep the dangers at bay.
“Eddie, no.” I sobbed and moved away so he was watched me with low eyes, his lashes brushing his cheeks as his thumb wiped the wetness away from my skin.
“What’s wrong?” He begged, his own heart breaking in his voice.
Just once, for this still moment in time that I wish I could freeze forever, I would pause this second, pretending that we both led normal lives, because we were both here in each other’s arms, safe and warm and wanting.
I didn’t know how long that was going to last.
“I love you.”
Eddie’s face relaxed as he let it wash over him, his eyes flicking between mine as he searched for the truth.
He found it.
“I love you.”
My fingers curled around his collar as I pulled him back into me, tasting the words in his mouth as we fell together hard like we were trying to become one. Both of our tears mixed in with the taste of each other as he leant over me, crushing me against the rock as the blinding heat throbbed harder than ever between my legs, my walls fluttered as I felt Eddie’s bulge straining under his jeans, rubbing against my clit as Eddie moaned into my mouth.
“Stay?” I begged, tugging his jackets off his shoulders.
“Fucking always.” Eddie dropped his arms to let it slide off his arms, quickly fumbling with his belt as his nudged his jeans down a few inches.
The sex was dirty, but so were we. After days of being on the run, flitting from one spot to another with our eyes looking over our shoulder every minuet, hiding from dangers both human and supernatural, both as sinister and dark as each other. We were drenched in dried sweat, covered in dirt that stuck to our skin and leaves and sticks that nested in our hair.
My eyes rolled back at his taste, my lips gliding over Eddies shoulder as he pinched the fabric of my panties and buried himself inside of me with a deep, faltering groan.
“Nothing feels fucking better than you.” I blushed at his compliment, letting my sweet moans grow louder with each timed, hard thrust he fucked into me. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than when Eddie’s body was inside of mine, he dulled an ache inside of me that never left, the warm tingling feeling shot up my spine with each rub of his cock against my spongy sensitive spot, the lining of his jeans rubbing against my clit perfectly.
Eddie was everywhere, in my mouth, wrapped around my hips, twisted in my hands as I became cock drunk. The edge flew away beneath my feet faster than ever before, like it had been hesitating on the edge for an age as the mere feeling of Eddie’s soft touches was more than enough to send me hurtling over it.
“Just like that Eddie, M’gonna cum.” I pressed my face against the crook of his neck, muting my final scream against the dark fabric of his shirt. His grunts sounded far away as I felt his hot seed fill me up entirely and drip down my thighs, spilling out from around Eddie’s cock as we stayed as one, tangled in each other’s embrace.
“Fuck, fuck fuck.” I scrambled against Eddie’s shaking chest, pressing harder against his twitching length still inside of me.
“I fucking love you.” His eyes glazed over as he pressed a hundred kisses into my hair, along my cheeks and across my nose.
“Eddie, no – can’t you hear that?” My eyes were blown wide in panic as I shoved at his chest, trying to get him to let me down as the growing sounds of something clunky and clumsy battled through the forest, kicking away stray rocks and crunching dead leaves as they swayed branches out of their way.
“Ahh, bada bing, bada boom. There she is Henderson. Skull rock.” Steve’s sumg voice grew dangerously closer as Eddie’s grip dropped from me, reaching down to throw my jeans at me in our shared panic.
“In your face man. In your stupid, cocky little face.” Steve grew clearer as a frustrated grunt followed closely after him. I huddled against the rock as Eddie fumbled with his belt, tearing the denim over my legs as I held my breath, jumping to get the material up my body quicker.
“Doesn’t make sense.” A horrible mixture of embarrassment and nerves churned in my stomach as my brother’s voice loomed behind the rock we were scarcely hidden from.
“Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can’t admit it.” I could picture the way Steve stood as he revelled in his rightness. Eddie successfully got his clothes on faster than I did, winking at me as he leant forward to jam his foot in the little indents of the rock, hauling himself over it as he landed with a light thud and I heard the movements of serval bodies jump in fright.
“You just can’t admit that you’re wrong, you little butthead-.” I stumbled around the corner as Steve spun around to face us, backing off as Eddie hooked his fingers in his jeans and puffed out his chest.
“I concur. You, Dustin Henderson, are a… total butthead.” I could feel the heat hadn’t left my cheeks yet and I was sure the guilt was plastered all over my face, so I was in complete awe – and a little pissed – that Eddie’s confident, bordering on cocky, façade was entirely solid. I swallowed hard as I watched Robin’s eyes flick between the two of us, growing wide as her face began to break out in a smile. Steve’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at the pair of us as Dustin flung himself into Eddie’s arms.
“Jesus, we thought you were a goner.” I moved forward as he reached out for me, his pre-adolescent strength crushing me to his chest in surprise, I stroked his stray curls that escaped from underneath his cap as a broken sob cracked through him.
“Yeah, me to man. Me to.” Eddie let go of my brother as he folded his arms around me completely, burying his face against my chest as he squeezed me tighter, murmuring against my shirt something along the lines of ‘never doing that again’, thick fear sat in my throat while the biological big sister instinct kicked in and I pulled him in tighter, fresh tears rushing to my eyes as the whole group watched us silently.
Max’s pale face shone beneath her pig tails, chewing on her lip as her eyes met mine. I sped across the layers of fallen leaves to cradle her to my chest, bunching up the corduroy jacket that matched her hair perfectly.
“Are you okay?” I sniffed as I pulled back to cup her cheeks, rubbing my thumb across the thin membrane of skin over her cheekbones. The distorted mental image I’d stirred up when Steve had told Eddie and I what happened at Billy’s grave, made my stomach drop as her warmth seeped into me, imagining her cold, lifeless body only too clearly.
“Yeah. I’m okay.” She glanced back at Lucas hovering behind her, and a small smile tugged at my lips as I watched the look shared between the two of them. “Lucas had a thought.”
“Well actually it was really Max’s-“ My smile deepened as she cut him off, spinning back to face me with a huff of impatience.
“Vecna goes after people that have something in their life. Something that’s hurting them… haunting them.” My hold squeezed painfully around her shoulders as my gaze moved to the faces of the people I loved most in the world.
Each one of them harbouring deep seeded trauma that they could be hunted to the ends of the earth for. Each of them being haunted in similar way to Max and I.
My stomach clenched as my stare moved from Nancy’s doe-eyed face to Steve’s concerned one, Robin’s a mixture of them both until I settled on Eddie’s. It was harbouring real, genuine fear. The kind that made your hands sweat and your knees shake. He smiled at me, trying to cover it up as he caught my stare.
I disentangled myself from Max, keeping her hand in mine as I directed my words at Steve and Nancy, falling back into the easy pattern of leading the group together.
“Time to catch each other up, I think.” I nodded along with my words, narrowing my eyes as I finally noticed the ugly yellow sweater Steve was wearing as he ran his hands through his hair.
“Agreed.”
“When we got to shore, I’d lost the walkie. Wouldn’t have been able to call you guys anyway, walkie would have been drenched. So, I did the thing I do now apparently. I ran.” Eddie twisted off the cap of the water container that Dustin had supplied, drips of it sloshing down his front as he tossed his head back. We were both sitting in front of the mattress under skull rock itself, admist the dirt and littered trash. Eddie was crouched beside me as he dropped the cannister, swinging his hands as he grinned at the group curled around us in a half circle.
“We ran.” I argued, tensing my shoulders as Eddie looked at me with a sad smile. I had my legs stretched out in front of me, rolling my head back as I closed my eyes and faced up to the warming sunlight that filtered through the swaying tree branches that tried to block it out over head. Soaking up the rays as I let Steve’s words about what they discovered at the Creel house, wash over me again.
“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy’s voice was high and demanding, she crossed her arms over her chest as she shrunk a little away from my glare.
We hadn’t spoken much since she crushed Steve’s heart to date Will’s brother, even though Steve and I hadn’t even been real friends at that point, only party buddies. But she’d still changed, just like the rest of us I guess, when we’d each been pulled into the world of the upside down. But we’d gotten pretty close when she started getting pulled into the party scene with Steve, back in our sophomore year. I’d kept the other cheerleaders in check when they gave her too much grief over being a goody two shoes, guiding her through the new found popularity that came with dating Harrington. She’d repaid that kindness with betrayal, deciding not to tell me about the supernatural forces that were stalking our town even though she knew my baby brother was involved.
The others had kept me out of the loop as well until I got dragged into all of the shit with the Russians beneath Hawkins, Nancy had been involved with that time to, but between dodging Flayed people, flesh eating monsters and armed Russians, we hadn’t exactly had the chance for a heart-to-heart. But I’d considered her a true friend, and hated her for not telling me before I had to find out myself. I hadn’t forgiven her since, her breaking Steve’s heart mixed with my growing friendship with him, was just a bonus reason to stay mad.
“Yeah no, I know exactly what time it was. My stuff all got soaked.” Eddie’s excited response broke through my mind as I snapped my eyes away from Nancy’s, looking back at him as he unlatched his wristwatch and tossed it lightly at her.
I shot him a doubtful look as I pointedly glanced down at the remains of our shared joint between us.
“Well, almost everything.” He grinned.
“09:27.” Nancy nodded, a mix of dread and pride over being right, flared on her face.
“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin’s eyes met mine as we both looked over from where Dustin was pacing across from us, peering down intently into something clasped between his hands.
“Which means what, exactly?” Steve shrugged his shoulders along with his brows, waiting for an explanation.
“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.” Nancy tossed his watch back into Eddie’s outstretched hands
“Well, we’re one step closer. We know how Vecna attacks.” Robin’s frizzy curls bounced as she nodded.
“And where he attacks from.” Lucas confirmed, tugging his sweatshirt as he placed his hands on his hips.
“So now we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and… drive a stake through his heart.” I smiled at Max’s enthusiasm, noticing how wide Eddie’s eyes went at her nonchalance over killing some unnatural creature, like we did this sort of stuff every day.
Not every day, this just wasn’t our first time. My smile dropped as I watched the fear chip away from Eddie’s face, like the bravery and confidence from the group was slipping into him.
“If he has heart.” Robin rolled her eyes.
“A stake? Is he like a vamp…? Is he a vampire?” Steve’s face dropped in seriousness as he questioned Max.
“It was a metaphor.” Max scoffed at him.
“A bullet should work on him, right?” My neck snapped as I stared at Eddie’s side profile, hating that he was a part of this. I wanted to wrap him in his jacket and hide him away forever. The others were a part of this, not by their choice. But Eddie still had one, I didn’t want any of us to be the one to sway him. I tried to reach out to the chain at the end of his jacket sleeve, but I was frozen as I watched his eyes dart between the group.
“I say we chop his head off.” Lucas countered.
“Yeah I’d say all of the above, but we can’t do any of that, until we find a way into the Upside down.” Nancy piqued up, glancing away from Steve as he watched her.
“We need El to get her powers back.” Max sighed.
“Everything was way easier. We had this girl. She had superpowers-.” Steve scratched his chin as he glanced down at Eddie, helpfully filling him in on how we usually fought our battles before he cut him off.
“Superpowers. Yeah, you mentioned her. Hey, uh, Little Henderson’s’ not uh, cursed, is he?” Everyone’s eyes flew to Dustin as his pacing increased, flipping back every few steps.
“Cursed? No, no. He’s fine.” Steve nodded back at Eddie as he leaned up towards him. “Mental? Absolutely.” Steve’s eyes slid to mine with a grin before we all jumped in fright.
“BOOOOM.” Dustin’s yell echoed around the empty forest, interrupting the chirping of hidden birds as he stopped walking and faced us.
“Bada…Bada…boom.” He took a few steps forward with his finger pointing at Steve.
“I was right.” He spat, smiling through his teeth. “Skull rock, was north.” Steve rolled his eyes as he groaned.
“Seriously? You’re serious?” Steve yelled with frustration as Eddie and I looked between them in confusion.
“Mm-Hmm.” Dustin grinned, ignoring the rest of us as we waited for an explanation.
“This is Skull rock. Okay?” Steve’s voice rose as he waved angrily at the rock above us.
“Mhmm.” Dustin smiled, not put off by Steve’s shouting.
“You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now.” Steve’s face crumpled up as he slammed his hands together, furthering his point as he waved at the ground.
“Yes. And no.” Dustin spoke slowly.
“Oh my god.” Steve sighed as he rubbed his hands against his face.
I tried to keep up with his explanation as he held his compass up, I felt like I’d been transported back to the secret Russian elevator as I struggled to understand him and this was my first day dealing with the supernatural, his words made my head pound as I tuned him out. The rest of the group had mimicked expressions of confusion as they watched their feet shuffle, Dustin’s fast words rattling in our ears.
“Okay so you’re using faulty equipment dude, you’re still wrong!” Steve shot back.
“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas do you remember what can affect a compass?” Dustin held his finger up at Steve to tell him to wait.
“An electromagnetic field.” Realisation dawned on Lucas’s face.
“Yep.” Dustin grinned in triumph.
“I’m sorry, I must have missed that class.” Robin grumbled as Eddie nodded in agreement.
“In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So, either there’s some super big magnet around here, or…” Dustin’s words suddenly snapped into focus for me.
“There’s a gate.” I gasped, feeling Eddie’s probing eyes on my face.
“But we’re nowhere near the lab.” Nancy argued as Dustin pointed proudly at me.
“But what if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about? It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” Dustin thought over the possibilities as he offered a reason as to how it was all working.
“Snack size gate.” Robin muttered seriously.
“How – Why?” Steve asked.
“No idea. All I know is that something is causing this disturbance and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate. And I hope it is, because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.” Dustin’s face burned passionately as he spun on his heels.
I glared up at Steve as his eyes flashed to my face, shaking his head too quickly that the others hadn’t noticed, silently answering my question.
He hadn’t told them about Vecna going after me after what happened in the graveyard. I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved that Dustin and the others didn’t know, or riddled with guilt that I was lying to the only people that I could – and should – be telling. Eddie’s palm slid into mine as he offered a smile full of reassurance, letting me know that he knew what I was thinking.
“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey hey!” Steve shouted at Dustin’s retreating back, my brother turned to us with a sigh as Steve waved his arms around madly.
“Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just go for a hike in the woods.” I flexed my fingers around Eddie’s as Steve’s words made my stomach twist painfully.
“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving, Max and Eddie.” Dustin held up the swayed compass, pointing it at Eddie by my side.
“What say you, Eddie the banished?” Dustin held up his hands towards us as I rolled my eyes. Even here, in the middle of the woods suffocating under too many threats towards our lives that I’d lost count, Eddie and Dustin could still bond over their nerd stuff.
“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea.” Steve nodded, even though he didn’t understand the reference. I smiled, even though I knew where he was going with it because his words had made me remember all the nights that I had laid pressed against his chest as he read aloud from his battered copy of “The Lord of the rings.”
“But uh, the shire, the shire is burning…” Eddie’s big eyes stared up at the canopy of tree tops above us as Dustin started jumping up and down excitedly.
Eddie pushed off against his knees as he rose to his full height, towering over me as he held out a hand to help me up.
“So, Mordor it is.” Eddie cocked his head at Dustin as they shared a knowing grin and confusion blew across the rest of the group.
“What is Mordor.” Steve muttered as everyone started to file out after Dustin.
Everyone spun around in a panic as Steve’s scream burned through us.
“What the fuck is that?” Unrelenting shame shot up my spine as Steve shook his hand like he’d burned it and the glossy edge of the polaroid photo disappeared beneath Eddie’s pocket.
“Just the start of my collection Stevie, I’ll make you a scrapbook.” Eddie winked as a deep blush spread across Steve’s face, regret filling him that he had picked up the photo of us in the first place. I groaned as Eddie smirked at me, reaching out for my hand before he spun around to grab his walkie and the water canister.
“Get your stuff dude. Let’s go.” Steve complained as he avoided my eyes, brushing past me as the others sped by us, watching their step over the muddied ground.
Robin sneakily slowed down her footsteps until she was in line with me, falling behind the rest of the group until we were out of earshot if she whispered.
“So, you and Eddie huh?” She smirked, nudging my shoulder as I flinched away from her teasing, keeping my eyes on the back of Steve and Eddie a few paces in front of us.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied, hating the blush that gave me away.
“I don’t know… you both seemed sort of… flustered when we got here.” Her light laugh was thankfully drowned out by a sudden gust of wind as I shook my head and sighed.
“Robin-“ I warned, glaring at her for her to drop it.
“Hey I’m happy about it, I wasn’t sure after everything that went down if-“ I practically ran as I sped away from her, shoving through Eddie and Steve, ignoring their questioning looks as I left her interrogating behind and accidently found myself besides Nancy.
“Oh… hi.” I swallowed the awkward lump that sat in my throat as she glanced at me.
“…Hey.” She pressed her lips together in a small smile as we walked for a few minutes in silence, following Dustin’s lead as he kept his head down towards the broken compass.
Our laughs mixed together as we both spoke up, accidently interrupting each other as she waved her hand for me to go first.
“It’s been a long time.” I admitted, refusing to admit to myself that the anger I was holding on towards her, felt forced now.
“Yeah, it has… look.” She turned to half face me as she glanced behind us to make sure no one was listening.
“I’m sorry. That I didn’t tell you.” She clarified, like the guarded look on my face wasn’t enough to show that I understood what she meant.
“We had to sign a whole bunch of non-disclosures – just like the ones you had to after Starcourt.” Her eyes slid to mine with a hint of accusations behind them.
Maybe I had been too harsh, I didn’t know what I would have done if our roles had been reversed. My eyes moved to the blue shirt ducking and weaving between trees, Dustin and the others were okay, perhaps it was time to let the past go.
“This is never going to be over, is it?” I hung my head abashedly, watching the wet mud mould beneath my sneakers. Nancy had been through this more times than I had and yet here I was, complaining to her. She slipped her hand into mine, squeezing my fingers as her big eyes softened.
“Eventually, but until then we’ll face it together. Eddie will be safe, I promise.” Her fingers flexed as she smiled knowingly, glancing over her shoulder where Steve flinched away from something Eddie said as he laughed loudly. My brows creased as I watched Nancy’s stare linger on Steve for just a second too long.
“Together.” I promised.
Chapter 13 part 2 continued here. (26th October 9 am ASET)
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Hello! May I request a Josuke scenario with prompt 2? If it could be based on the entire song, that would be awesome ^^
Thank you :)
This is my first time satisfied with something I have written for Josuke, I hope it is well! I am very insecure with my content for him :(
I included more phrases from the song, I hope you don't mind!
cw: fluff! Josuke is a good boy as always<3
GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY — JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA x READER
You were really confused. You looked carefully inside your locker again, was there really a letter in it? Despite how strange you considered this fact —this was the first time you recieved an anonymous letter , you decided to open the envelope to be able to read the content in it.
You weren't naive, you assumed it was a love letter since Valentine's Day was quite near, but no matter how hard you tried to answer who it was from, you couldn't. But, if you asked that to yourself in another way, you definitely had some hope. 'Who did you want it to be?' Your mind could only imagine that the owner of that letter was a somewhat extravagant boy, but that he had conquered your heart some time ago.
Josuke has been your friend since you found out he also owned a stand, and soon you had realized that the days were more fun when you got together. At first you fit in very well with Koichi and Okuyasu, his closest friends, but you felt something different when you were alone with him. It was then that you discovered that you might have had very small feelings of affection (not just the friendly kind) for the pompadour boy.
You stopped immersing yourself in your thoughts and giving in to your curiosity. "Can we meet after school? I'll wait for you in the benches in front of the park, I hope you can come." That's what it said. You had a blush, it wasn't very revealing, but it was the first time you received a letter with a heart-shaped stamp, so you thought 'why not?'
And it definitely wasn't just because you were hoping it was Josuke who sent it.
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You had felt your insides give little flutters when you thought of that letter. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't quite know who it was, but the hours slowed down and it only helped for your cravings to increase until they become uncontrollable. But when you finally finished the school for the day, you felt scared.
What if it wasn't who you expected? You had been hoping to see those blue eyes in front of you that you didn't think about the other options, and yet, there he was. Josuke was staring at you with a blush on his face, almost as red as yours.
"What's going on?" You dared to ask. You saw him say something in a low voice, but you couldn't catch his words. "Um, I... Well, I know I told you to come here but I didn't tell you why. I hope I didn't scare you, (Y/N)."
You smiled shyly, but playfully. "So it was actually you?" Higashikata looked at you strangely, waiting for you to explain yourself. "You didn't sign the letter, Jojo." You could see him angry with himself, maybe ashamed for his mistake, but you found it funny. "So? Why are we here? I hope there's nothing wrong."
You could see him regaining his composure, analyzing his words a bit, before hearing him speak hurriedly and going back to the previous scene: he was blushing.
"I... wanted to tell you something, that I didn't say before because I couldn't find the words to explain it to you." Your heart jumped at those words, waiting for him to continue his speech. "But now I have them. Since I met you I have thought that there can't be someone more amazing than you, (Y/N). You make my heart race just by looking at you, I never want to be away from you, and I don't think I can feel this with anyone else. When I'm not with you, I think of you always. I'd like for you and I to go romancing. Do you feel like this too?"
You felt his hands gently take yours to place them on his chest. You could clearly feel the beating of his own heart, and you could feel yours beating hard too. "I do." You responded mesmerized by the moment. "I feel the same way about you, Jojo. I want us to be in love with each other."
You looked at each other for a few more seconds, processing the words that each of you had said, assimilating what would happen the next moment. What was next? For you, two teenagers who just knew love and reciprocated feelings, it was only clear that you wanted to seal your impromptu confession. A kiss. That was what was going on.
Both leaned inexpertly towards the other, your faces getting closer little by little, until you could feel your lips brushing against his, pressing carefully and tenderly. You felt his smile in between, as he cupped your face with his hands, caressing your cheeks while you both separated from the other slowly, as if you didn't want it to end.
Josuke was smirking with that sweet smile you loved, but now that smile was only for you. "What are you doing tonight?" He asked, without stopping giving affection to your face. "Nothing really, why?" You answered, as you snuggled into his chest, hugging him. "Do you, maybe, want to have a date with me?" You looked up to see him. He was very handsome, even more so when he was asking you for what you had been wanting for a long time. You nodded, kissing his cheek surprisely. "Of course I want to have a date with you!" You exclaimed. "But we need to get ready for it, so we should go home first, okay?"
He agreed with you, so he took you by the hand to take you home. The warmth that his love gave you made you happy, knowing that the boy you most admired felt the same way about you made you happy. Josuke made you happy, that was the only certain thing for you. "Say the word, your wish is my command." He said.
You both giggled at his words. You were right. Josuke was the one who made you happiest, nothing would change that. And even when he hadn't told you yet, the smile that was always present on his face during that first date made you know that you were also his happiness.
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🌿how does creating make you feel?
Alive. Powerful (in some ways). Really good about myself because I'm utilizing my imagination and creativity and all of those things I learned and worked toward in my writing classes/degree. I feel really good about myself when I'm writing - like I'm fulfilling part of what I'm in this particular life for, which is storytelling.
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
The characters are definitely the most important thing, I think. I like to get their voices right - their voice, mannerisms, their expressions, the specific tone and lilt of their voices. Everything else - the plot, the worldbuilding, the settings - those are secondary to the characters. The plot (or scenario, if it's not something huge that requires a full-out PLOT) drives the characters, but I mean, the plot can change from story to story, so it's really still mostly about the character. I'd be lying if I said the technical stuff wasn't a top important thing - I'm an English/writing major, and all those grammar and spelling and punctuation things are hella important to me. Those keep me honest and make me slow down and pay attention to how I'm writing. Figurative language fits in with that, too, though, because it's all the stuff I absorbed in trying to become a better writer, either by reading or by what my awesome professors passed along to me.
🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?
I just answered this one here!
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
From Too weird to live, too rare to die, a prompt fic for @kleenexwoman that is a Justin Hammer/Loki (in canon, post-Endgame, everyone lives) bonkers fic:
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Still humping the American Dream
Tony closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. He took five deep breaths. Counted to twenty. Took five more. Counted to ten. He opened his eyes, the right one pale amber and couldn’t see nearly as well after his snap that ended the war with Thanos.
Justin still stood in front of him, hands defiantly on his hips, watching him.
“Anthony, I’m not here to just take up space and piss people off,” Justin said in that affable tone that still managed to dig underneath Tony’s skin and threaten to give him hives.
“And yet you do that so well, Justin,” Tony snarked as he felt the threat behind his eyes indicating a headache was imminent. He winced at the harshness of his tone, even with this pain in the ass he never expected to see again, much less share a living space with him.
Still, they’d made peace with Loki when he returned with Thor and Bruce to help them handle Thanos, and as it turned out, the guy wasn’t so bad in the long run. Tony liked his sass and sense of humor – always had – and he was pretty handy to have around.
Perhaps he could make himself get used to Justin Hammer, too. The guy wasn’t dumb, and since they’d released him early for good behavior and some other reason Tony had already forgotten for the moment, he’d dropped some of that pretentious peacocking that paralleled Tony’s own, which to be fair, he’d been happy to mostly give it up since it got tiresome after a while.
“Who? C’mon, Tony, I’m a big boy. I can take it. You can tell me who else I’m pissing off besides you,” Justin cajoled, his big grin stretching across the angles of his face. He’d been trying, but Justin wasn’t stupid; he knew he’d fucked up by trusting the wrong guy. Didn’t help that he kept trying to compete with a guy known for his genius and his ability to stare any problem in the face, punch it once with his intellect and creations, and boom, no more problem.
“Pepper for starters,” Tony blurted out, “though she doesn’t live here, and she’s kind of gotten over the idea of you being around Morgan since the kid actually likes you and trusts you.”
The expression on Justin’s face burst with a sappy fondness he used to reserve for his nephew alone, and he schooled it quickly when Tony had to dial back that initial Papa Bear concern that his kid was around several former villains these days. Respectfully, he tried to look serious, to take Tony’s comments seriously.
“To be fair, your kid’s awesome and one day’s gonna run circles around us to make the world a better place,” his words came out clear and heartfelt, and Justin thought he noticed that Papa Bear pride seeping into Tony’s features.
Note to self, praise that adorable little big-eyed bunny, and that’ll keep Stark from wanting to shoot your nuts off.
“Yeah well. That’s the truth of it. Oh and Nat’s still keeping an eye on you. Everyone else...you’re a somewhat clean slate with. Not like you’re the only former bad guy in residence,” Tony remarked and went back to what he’d been working on when Justin wandered into the kitchen, namely working on agility and firm (but not too firm) grip with his new arm by making and rolling out pie dough.
“You want some help?” Justin asked when it seemed like Tony was having trouble with one of the cookie cutters he was using to cut out star shapes (to go with the crescent moons). He held up both hands when Tony just tossed a glare his way. “No problem. Just...offerin’. As for Natasha, eh. Sam mentioned it took her a little bit to warm up to Loki, too, so I’ll just...be patient.”
Justin was in no rush to be liked, and he really didn’t expect to be. It wasn’t even that he was being a martyr or self-deprecating or living on his low self-esteem. The prison counselor got him to see where he’d fucked up way before he’d actually chained his personality to impressing the military and broke Anton Venko out of custody.
Piece of shit and his dumb fucking bird.
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𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎 ♡ 𝒯𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
♡!! 𝕄𝕐.𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 | 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 ::: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢
𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉.1 ･ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉.2 ･ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉.3 ･ 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉.4
𝑭𝒕. Hinata Tachibana, Yuzuha Shiba, Akane Inui, Emma Sano and Senju Kawaragi
ℋ𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒶 ♡
You and Hina were walking through a small square, it was already getting dark and soon night would come, but you continued sitting on the bench in one of the highest places in the city, from there, you could see all the buildings and the roofs of the houses, besides, the sky was completely illuminated by small stars that attracted attention.
— Y/n? Think you're going to win something for Valentine's Day?
Hina questioned you as she looked up at the sky, she didn't seem to care much about the date, but still, she didn't stop asking you about it.
— N-no... The person I like doesn't know that I like her.
You replied in a despondent tone, however, at that moment your only desire was to tell the girl the truth, deep down, you felt that you could no longer hide that fact, but loving her was inevitable, since Hina was the most beautiful girl in the world. kind and caring person you've ever known.
— Tell her, Y/n! I'm sure her feelings will be reciprocated.
Hina smiled and hugged you gently.
Silence took over both of them for a brief moment, until Hina saw a small shooting star in the sky.
— Look! Place an order!
She seemed fascinated to see that star and you were fascinated in her gaze.
— Hina? Can I... tell you something?
— Yes, Y/n, of course.
— I... I like you!
— Y/n? Do You like me?
— I love you, to be honest.
— I didn't expect this, but… I love you too.
The girl hugged you and gave you a small kiss on the cheek, Hina was actually extremely happy that you liked her and had the courage to declare yourself well on Valentine's Day.
𝒴𝓊𝓏𝓊𝒽𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶 ♡
That night, Yuzuha had invited you to spend some time at her house, as she felt very lonely and loved having your company. It was Valentine's Day, so she thought about taking advantage of the date to finally declare herself to the girl, since she had feelings for her for a long time.
You were listening to music and eating some cookies and pastries, Yuzuha didn't even seem to care about Valentine's Day, you strongly believed that Yuzuha wasn't the type of girl who liked romantic or sappy things and so that's why you were afraid of her rejecting you .
— Hey, Yuzuha? You don't seem to mind Valentine's Day, do you?
You put your cupcake aside and questioned the girl who seemed to be concentrating on her songs.
— I don't mind too much, I think when you love someone, you have to please them every day, right?
Yuzuha turned her attention to you and replied briefly.
— Y-you... Do you think anyone likes you, Yuzuha?
— If I think someone has loving feelings for me? I have no idea.
— I have to confess that... I have feelings for you!
— Do you feel something for me?
— I love you Yuzuha!
— Did you wait until Valentine's Day to tell me that? Anyway, I love you too Y/n! I just didn't have the courage like you had to declare yourself.
Yuzuha hugged you, gently lying on top of you while they were on the couch and gave you a slow kiss, it took a long time for you to catch your breath after that night, so it was definitely the best Valentine's day you could have had.
𝒜𝓀𝒶𝓃𝑒 ℐ𝓃𝓊𝒾 ♡
It was Valentine's Day and then you finally took the courage to declare yourself to Akane, as you knew that she liked flowers, mainly white lilies, you went to a flower shop located near the girl's house and bought a bouquet, after that, you spent hours writing, or at least trying to write a letter that made it clear how much you loved Akane.
After that, you went to the girl's house with several flowers in your hands and a small letter, as soon as you arrived at your destination, Akane was waiting for you at the door, Akane's green eyes shone like emeralds as soon as she looked on the flowers you had bought that morning, as they were her favorite.
— Is this for me, Y/n? Thank you very much! I... I loved it! I have never received such beautiful flowers.
She hugged you and took the flowers, you could see how happy she was with the gift.
— You are welcome!
You replied, as you looked apprehensively at the note in Akane's hand, she started to read the small letter and your world was in total silence for a few minutes, you couldn't bear the anxiety at that moment of knowing that Akane would finally know of your love for her.
— Do you like me, Y/n?
Akane's face was a little flushed when she questioned you, but for some reason, the girl still looked cheerful.
— Yes, I really like you. you looked away and answered briefly.
The girl hugged you, it was the longest hug you've ever received, she was honestly extremely happy to know her feelings.
— I love you too, Y/n! That was the best gift I could have received.
Right after hugging you, she gave you a small kiss.
ℰ𝓂𝓂𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝑜 ♡
It took a long time for you to get up the courage to declare yourself to Emma, despite her being a sweetheart, you were still afraid of ending up suffering from rejection, but everything changed that Valentine's Day.
You and Emma spent a lot of time together and this day was no different, as you went to visit her as usual.
— Y/n? Did you get any Valentine's Day gifts today?
Emma questioned you as she stroked your hair.
— N-no, Emma.
— Me either! But, well, I don't care much! But I would be happy to at least receive some statement or letter.
— Would you stay?
— Sure! But only if it came from someone I like.
— Emma? Can I tell you something?
— Of course, Y/n! You can tell me anything you want.
— I... I like you!
— Hmm? I like it too.
— Are you serious?
— Yes, I was just waiting for you to pluck up the courage to declare yourself first! I like you a lot, silly!
Emma hugged you and gave you several kisses, making you stay in total silence while occupying your mouth with brief kisses.
𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒿𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓉𝓈𝑔𝒾 ♡
You and Senju were going to go shopping that Valentine's Day, that's what you always used to do in your free time, however, before going out with Senju, you bought her a small gift and a note declaring yourself and you planned to give it to her as soon as possible. saw her.
— Hey? Can I give it to you before we leave?
You said a little shy with the present in your hands.
— Of course you can, Y/n! I love gifts.
— N-no big deal...
As soon as she delivered the gift along with the note, nervousness took over.
— A little letter! So cute, Y/n! Calm down, I'll read.
Senju spent some time reading the note, as soon as she finished reading her letter, she gave a charming smile and hugged you.
— I like you too! Thank you so much for making my Valentine's Day amazing!
She was indeed happy to know about your feelings.
#hinata tokyo revengers#hinata tachibana#hina tachibana#hinata x y/n#hinata x you#hina x reader#hinaheadcanons#hinatr#trhina#hinafluffy#tokyo revengers#tokrev yuzuha#yuzuha x reader#tokyo revengers yuzuha#yuzuha shiba#shiba yuzuha#yuzuha x you#shibayuzuha#yuzuhaheadcanons#yuzuhashiba#tokyo rev#headcanons#tokyorevengersheadcanons#tokyorev headcanons#tokyo rev x you#tokrev#tokyorev x reader#akanetokyorevengers#akane x reader#akaneheadcanons
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hello!! could i request ena and mizuki (seperate) with a reader that easily gets flustered, romantic hcs if that's alright with you ^^! ty and have a good day/night!!
{Ena/Mizuki with an easily flustered reader!} [R]
Omg this has been on my drafts since the start of the year... If you, dear anon, even read this, I profusely apologize!! On the other hand, my muse has finally been peaking once again! Although I am actually going slower than I used to be bcuz most of these were half finished aha-
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Ena Shinonome
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Ena? On the other side of the teasing?? She'll try to enjoy this feeling as much as she can, but she isn't as good as teasing as others. She won't make you blush too brightly, but the small pink tints she can cause are all she needs!
She definitely starts small, testing the waters and looking out for any comebacks that you may have! However, as she sees your adorable reactions, she can't help but want more!
Her teasing isn't too tough thanks to her being in love with you, but it is constant and you always need to watch out for her comments! They always come in different forms and places!
"Hehe, why are you so surprised? I told you to watch out when we came out, didn't I~? I can't blame you too much though, since it took a long while for my attack. You're ok, right? Didn't touch a sensitive nerve? Ok, good!"
She does watch out and tends to you afterwards though, since she isn't sure what may be too much! After all, being so sensitive to them herself, she doesn't want you to pass through the same feeling!
You eventually have to talk with her upfront and tell her everything that may get you uncomfortable, so that she doesn't worry all the time! This confused her at first, since she expected you to try and convince her to stop her teasing!
Even though she definitely starts to tease you more after the revelation, you can tell how much she's enjoying herself thanks to her laughter and the glimmer in her eyes every time she thinks of something new to tell you!
"Hehehe, I can't believe such shades of red exist! I wonder how much I'm gonna have to tease you until you get the tone I desire from you as my perfect model~? Heheh, it does suit you nicely though. Now, should I paint your current expression, or take a photo...?"
She learns some tricks and resistance from her experience with you, so that means that the pink head will have a harder time with her, which makes Ena even happier and smug... At least you can get her comfort in the aftercare?
Mizuki Akiyama
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Oh man, I'm so sorry, but this is the member that takes advantage of this trait of yours the most, and with the least mercy of them all. It's not even close, like, at all...
Mizuki is the master of teasing. Soft teasing, romantic teasing, playful, dramatic, they can do it all! And they will do it all, depending on how they're feeling the day that you come across them!
"Oh? Hey hey hey! Why are you trying to avoid me? Aren't we a couple~? What, you thought that I wouldn't come to school today? Heheh, you should know betterment than anyone that you can't predict my actions! Now, you shall pay the price~... Come back here!!"
Remember, the seamstress is already quite moody, so it's almost impossible to predict what type of teasing they'll try on you next. But does that really matter, when they can use any to make you a flustered mess?
However, they do sometimes feel bad for you. You're so vulnerable, so soft! How can they see that and only take advantage of it? So as much as they love to see you weak and flustered, they decide to maybe slow down a bit...
That's when you realize, part of their teasing comes from a slight sense of insecurity about holding a romantic relationship, so there are many times when they're not teasing you that you can spot them off guard and emotionally weak! Definitely one of her stranger mood swings.
If you approach and comfort them in this state, you'll probably figure out that they don't really know how to express their deep feelings in another way than lighthearted fun. It's a bit of an issue, but one that you can fix!
"You'll... Help me out with that? But, you don't mind that I have a secret...? I... I'm sorry... It's taking a lot of me to believe that... But, when you say it with that look in your eyes, I feel like it would be wrong of me to not give it a try."
Mizuki's teasing will go down as you teach them how to properly show signs of love! Sure, they'll tease you a lot, but once they learn about physical affection, gifts, quality time, and all that good stuff, they'll realize how to properly express the feelings that kept them afraid!
#project sekai#project sekai headcanons#project sekai imagines#project sekai x reader#prsk#prsk x reader#pjsk#pjsk x reader#pjsekai#pjsekai x reader#ena shinonome#ena shinonome x reader#shinonome ena#shinonome ena x reader#mizuki akiyama#mizuki akiyama x reader#akiyama mizuki#akiyama mizuki x reader#/cawcanons
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I might be so late with this but I've absolutely folded these couple of months over your creativity and the way you're able to switch a button in my brain to portray such a detailed movie out of every piece you write! The characters too! I can't help but place Angel on a little pedestal I'm soso fond of!
What would I be curious of is If you ever thought of exploring more of Angel and Luca's intimdate 'brotherly' relationship, at a much lower circle in this creative inferno of works. Either if these feelings are recent or just 'fooling around' when they were younger. I've read your works with Luca's sadistic protection over his brother, that delicious Valetine's day too and well I'm simply infatuated! Thank you!
Aw thank you so much! To answer your question, Angel and Luca have definitely fooled around before with each other; growing up Luca was much more confident to compensate for Angel's shyness and he started his sexual life earlier as well so he didn't mind to show Angel the basic ropes. They didn't make a habit out of it but Luca would fuck boys and girls in a place where Angel could see and learn from it (and jack off to) and Luca also encouraged Angel to use his body to practice when they were still teens. One could say Angel's first time was with Luca, but Luca denies that, saying between brothers its just harmless fun and practice (hence why he has suggested three or foursomes with the Shelby siblings who would (pretend to) be outraged by the suggestion). But Angel very clearly remembers how Luca guided him through his first sexual experience and what a sacrifice his brother made by letting Angel put his dick in him even though Luca was a strict top otherwise; he remembers laughing at the grimaces Luca made as he grunted for him to slow down and take it easier or his first partner will not be able to walk for a week after. Luca held him close after, petting Angel through his first orgasm he shared with another person and kissed his cheek and told him he'll make sure Angel uses that big Changretta cock of his with dignity.
After that Luca brought him choir boys to practice fucking on and Luca would sit beside them and give helpful advice on how to make his partner feel better during sex, the choir boys below Angel's bigger body whining in increasingly higher pitches. Angel liked them, liked their soft freckled faces blushing crimson and liked how shy they were until the pleasure he gave them tore out honest cries and moans. No wonder Angel was more openly rough and perverted with his partners in the beginning since he learned everything from Luca.
Once when Luca really wanted to have another foursome, him, Tommy, John and Angel, he nudged Tommy and John to make out in front of them, saying it would be so hot; "Come on a little kissing between brothers shouldn't hurt, caress each other a bit, come on, give us a good show." Tommy raised his brow and said only if Luca and Angel did it first, nor expecting them at all to comply but they did. Luca chuckled and took Angel by the jaw who rolled his eyes as Luca kissed him savagely tongue first, almost climbing into his lap with the intensity of it, rubbing Angel all over and gripping his dick without any shame. Angel pushed him down on the bed and gave their boys a good show with rolling around for dominance, biting each other between kisses, trying to get the other one to moan first. They laughed about it in the end, they haven't played like that in decades, but when they looked up to their boys they saw them both shocked and extremely aroused. Luca would not stop talking about the amazing foursome they had that night for months.
#both luca and angel strictly top but luca will bend his own code for his beloved baby brother and suffer heavily for it on rare occasions#angel changretta#luca changretta#angel x john#angel x john x luca#luca x tommy#luca x john
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Giggles, Tears, Fun & Feels
little!Garrett Watts & cg!Andrew Siwicki x little!reader
╰→ all platonic!
cw: nothing really, all fluff and a wee bit hurt and comfort (because I can't help myself..)
! Gender neutral pronouns & "Y/N" are used to refer to the reader.
Plot:
Your caregiver, Andrew Siwicki, takes you along to a video shoot with his best friend, Garrett Watts. At some point he has to leave, resulting in Garrett babysitting you. While playing, you and Garrett himself, discover a whole new side of him.
Word count: 1829
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Andrew, was finally able to take you along to his best friend - Garrett's - place. You are really happy to meet him, since you always loved his videos. Speaking off, they have to shoot a video while you are here. But knowing how their work days normally go, they probably won't start before midnight, so you have plenty of time to get to know Garrett first.
Even though you didn't plan on it, you quickly begin to slip when you arrive at Garrett's house. Seeing all the fun, weird and interesting things he has laying around everywhere and the excitement of finally getting to know one of your favorite content creators, there is just no avoiding it. You try and fight slipping, at first, worried you might ruin their schedule. But Andrew and Garrett reassure you that it's okay and that they'll be able to handle both, little you and making the video. 'Besides, they most likely won't start shooting until way past your bedtime anyways.'
Setting up the lighting and cameras, Andrew notices that he's forgotten to bring batteries. Garrett confirms that he also doesn't have any at home, so your caregiver decides to drive to the store and get some, as Garrett insists that they absolutely need them for the spirit box. Andrew promises he'll make it as quick as possible and asks if it would be okay for you to stay with Garrett, until he's back. Obviously, you agree.
Garrett is way more quiet in person, than you thought he would be. Of course, you didn't expect him to be as chaotic as he is in his videos, but you definitely pictured him not as apprehensive as he showed to be. But you didn't mind. You're just happy to finally meet him in person.
You are playing with some of his miniature items as he watches you, making sure you won't try to eat any of them.. 'But maybe, if you move just slow enough, he might not-' "Hey, Y/N! What are-"
You flinch at the sudden loud voice. 'Oh no, Garrett sounds angry, what if he hates me now?'
Your worries quickly subside, wen you hear his all to familiar giggle. "Ahahaha.. Don't eat that old lady, that's SO rude!"
You giggle along with him. ¹* "Sowwy ol lagy!" You say apolitically, before placing her next to the fridge.
Grabbing two stuffies, you excitedly approach Garrett. ²* "Wan pay?"
"Uh, sure.. What do you want to play?" He sounded hesitant.
³* "Weally? Yu dun as to if yu don wan!" Seeing how you try to make sure he is comfortable with the situation, Garrett flashed you a warm smile.
"Yes, I'm sure. Sorry, if I seem a little.. off, today. I've been all up in my head lately... Aaand you're a child.. so, I probably shouldn't unload my mental health stuff on ya.. uh.. I'mma stop talking about that now."
You stare up at him with troubled look, unsure how or if you should respond. "I'm fine though, don't worry! It's just stupid adult brain stuff and I think playing with you could help me feel a bit better, actually." He adds, ruffling your hair and making you giggle by doing so.
⁴* "Tay." You say, holding one of the stuffies up to him, before explaining what you'd like to play. ⁵* "Yu take dis n we pay tea paty, tay?"
Garrett's face begins to beam. "Oh, fun!! I love tea parties!" He exclaimes, excitedly grabbing the plushie. His excitement quickly jumping over to you as well. "Ya!! Fun, fun, fun!" You begin bouncing up and down, with Garrett swiftly joining in.
"Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" The both of you chant, hopping around and giggling, until you let yourselves fall to the ground.
Out of breath, you just lay there for a few minutes, until you look over, as you hear Garrett giggling.
He repeatedly lifts his stuffie in the air, before bringing it back down to give it a kiss on the nose, making a "mwah!" sound and giggling each time.
He seems.. small.. and happy.
Loving his silly giggles, you decide to make him even more happy.
'If kisses from one plushie make him titter, kisses from two plushies will most definitely bring double the fun!' You think to yourself.
So, you take your stuffie, bringing it to his cheek, making a "mwah!" sound aswell, following his example.
Bewildered, he stops and stares at you for a second, before breaking out in giggles again and returning the favor, making his plush friend give you a kiss on the cheek too.
The two of you are goofing around on the floor, fighting a kissies-war against each other's plush toys, when Andrew arrives back home.
Hearing you both giggling, like a couple of maniac's, he basically flys into the room, hoping to join in the fun.
"What are you guys up to, huh? Having fun, are we?" He asks, also laughing.
⁶* "Ya, fun out yu!" You blurt out teasingly, still unable to stop giggling.
Andrew ghasps dramatically. "Oh, the betrayal!! Y/N, how could you?!" He exclaimes, falling to the floor theatrically.
You giggle even more. ⁷* "Cuz Gatet way moa fun! Gatet fun lik meh n no boin laik yu!"
Andrew laughes, as he playfully grabs your foot. "Unacceptable!" He exclaimes melodramatically "I will have to eat you as compensation for the emotional turmoil!" He declares further, before pretending to chomp down on your foot, to try and eat it, making you squeal. ⁸* "Nu eat meh, peas! m sowy, pomis!" You plead, still giggling.
Andrew gives you a kiss on your forehead, "Okay, Y/N, I forgive you!" before averting his attention to Garrett.
"And what do you have to say to your defense, Mr. Watts? Trying to steal my little rae of sunshine? How dare you?" He performes his lines in the same dramatical manner as he did with you, but Garrett doesn't seem to be as exited as he was a few minutes ago.
Now, that you thought about it, he has been notably quiet throughout your and Andrew's whole theatrics.
Your caregiver also seems to notice the shift in Garrett's mood just now. "Hey, Garrett. Are you alright?" He inquires.
Getting no answer, he persists. "Gare bear, tell me what's wrong."
Garrett stares at the ground, as his shoulders begin to shake and tears roll down his cheeks. "Mh.. s- sorry.." He whisperers.
Andrew's face paints a worried expression. "Sorry? For what? You didn't- I was just joking around Gare! I'm not actually mad at you, I promise!" He says, resting a hand on Garrett's shoulder in support. "You did an amazing job, taking care of-"
He is interrupted by Garrett. "No! I not! Did bad!"
Andrew shakes his head no. "That's just not true. You both where laughing like mad men, when I arrived. You where having so much fun! How's that 'doing bad', huh?" Andrew asks, bringing one hand to his chin, making Garrett look up at him.
His eyes where puffy and red and his nose was runny from crying. ⁹* "Ezacy! I giggle n play. Buh I sposed be big. I no smol. I neva been smol. Why nao? It Selfis! Sorry.. I s- sorry for bein selfis.."
Your caregiver gives the dishevelled boy a kiss on his forehead. "No, I'm sorry. You know. I had a hunch. Kind of, like.. a feeling that you might be an age regressior, without even realizing it.."
Garrett looks at him in bewilderment. "H- how?"
Andrew scratches his head. "Honestly, I'm not too sure myself. Ever since I met Y/N and became a caregiver, I just had a feeling you might be a little one aswell."
He pauses, getting a nod from Garrett as response, before continuing. "That's actually why I insisted on Y/N coming along. I was hoping you might regress, when you guys hang out a bit."
You pout slightly, prompting Andrew to add "..aaand because I want to take them with me, whenever it's possible, of course!!"
Satisfied, you smile at him, so he continues to comfort Garrett.
"Obviously, I shouldn't have left you alone with such a big responsibility, especially seeing how I knew you where a little.. I'm sorry, Garrett."
The boy sat quietly for a little while, seemingly trying to comprehend everything and to come up with a response.
"No kno." He mutteres, after a few minutes of silence, only getting confused looks from both you and Andrew.
¹⁰* "Yu no kno I smol, Yu jus tink. No kno." Garrett clarifies, causing your caregiver to laugh.
"Okay, well I was right though.. So it's basically the same as knowing, alright.." he explains, playfully poking Garrett in the belly, finally coaxing another giggle out if him again.
You breathe a sigh of relief, also laughing lightly, before tilting your head in a curious manner. ¹¹* "So, Gatet smol tu?" You ask, trying to make sure you understood the situation correctly.
¹²* "Tink, ya. Dat kay?" He replies, fiddling with the stuffed animal, still in his hands.
You blankly stare at him, not sure if he's seriously asking you - an age regressor - if it's okay to be..well.. An age regressor.
Your silence unsettled Garret a little. ¹³* "I smol gud, or no gud?" He elaborates, guessing that 'maybe you just didn't understand his first question'.
You think for a few seconds, pondering about your reply.
¹⁴* "Mak Gatet hapi?" You finally ask in return.
"Ya." He replies with a smile.
"Dan gud." You simply state.
"Gud.." He agrees. Adding "tank yu!", before opening his arms, asking for a hug.
You basically jump into his arms, with Andrew joining in, embracing the both of you.
After about twenty minutes of warm, comforting snuggles, Garret and you begin slowly dozing off.
Noticing that, Andrew nudges the both of you lightly. "Hey, kiddos. I think it's bedtime, okay?"
Almost in sync, Garrett and you reply, "Tay..", looking up at your caregiver sleepily.
Andrew helps the both of you to get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, washing your faces, putting on your PJs and tucking you in, together.
"Want me to read you a story?" He asks. You decline the offer. "m tired." Garrett states. "Ya, tired." You agree.
"Okay then! Good night, Munchkins." Andrew cooes to the both of you, kissing your foreheads, before turning on the night light and going to bed himself.
You're already half asleep, when Garrett turns around to face you. Using the stuffie you gifted him, he lightly nudges your shoulder.
Turning to face him aswell you ask, "Hm?" without looking at him. Your eyes where to heavy already.
Garrett giggles a little. "Pay tea paty morow?" He asks in a whisper.
'Oh, right, you almost forgot.. The both of you didn't even got around to have your tea party, with all those big feelings getting in the way.'
"Ya, tea paty morow." You agree, flashing him a sleepy smile.
You cuddle up next to him, before dozing off, grateful for your new found friend and exited for tomorrow's adventures.
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Thank you for reading my little story!
This was my first try at a reader insert type story, so let me know your thoughts!!
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¹ Footnotes - real life people & fanfiction
I know some ppl dislike fanfiction about real life people (YouTubers, actors, etc.).
But personally, I think it's okay, as long as you don't do anything... Uncomfortable.
And I couldn't help myself, not just because Garrett is one of my favorite people on this planet, but also because I think he might actually be an age regressior, maybe even without knowing it..
Especially after watching → this ← video, with the following clip:
I mean like.. he's so baby coded.. I literally can't.. too cute!
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² Footnotes - babbling translation:
¹* "Sorry old lady!"
²* "Do you want to play?"
³* "Really? You don't have to (play), if you don't want to!"
⁴* "Okay."
⁵* "You take this (plush) and we play tea paty, okay?"
⁶* "Yes, (we had) fun without you!"
⁷* "Becauz Garrz (is) way mre fun! He (is) fun like me and nor boring like you!"
⁸* "Don't eat me, please! I'm sorry, I promise!"
⁹* "Exactly! I giggled and played. But I (was) supposed (to) be big. I'm not small (a regressor). I never (have) been small. Why now? It's Selfisz! Sorry, I'm s- sorry for being selfish.."
¹⁰* "You don't know I'm small, you just guessed. Didn't know."
¹¹* "So, Garrett (is) smmal too?"
¹²* " (I) think (so), yes. (Is) that okay?"
¹³* "It's me being small good, or not good?"
¹⁴* "(Does it) make (you) happy, Garrett?"
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You had not expected to meet Bakugo in a bouldering hall while hanging out and doing some sports with your friends.
Currently sitting on the mat and taking a short break, you watched your friends climbing on the wall. Your gaze wandered around the hall when you saw the buff blonde near one of your friends, doing one of the most difficult routes. Wearing only a tank top and short sweats, his well-defined muscles were clearly on display, flexing and relaxing as he went on. He panted heavily as sweat dripped down his forehead but he seemed determined. Occassionally he took a short break to rest his tiring fingers, just to continue. The crimson-red eyes looking at the path in front of him. Upwards, always upwards.
You watched him for a while, mesmerized by the slow yet controlled movements of his, despite the high difficiultiy of the route. The holds were so narrow, you wondered how one could even use it. Yet, he clearly seemed to know what he was doing.
It took you some time to recognize him. No surprise, it had been many years already. You used to be neighbors and classmates in elementary school until you had moved away with your parents. Since then, over ten years had past. No wonder it hadn't clicked to you before that you knew this skilled man.
"Good one!" you applauded him after he had finished and landed not to far away from you.
"Thanks," he mumbled and turned to you in mild surprise that someone was observing him. For a second, you thought he would just turn back and continue but then he halted, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh, hey." He wasn't smiling, but he also didn't appear irritated. You remembered that Bakugo never had been the best in exchanging small formalities. "Haven't seen you in ages." His voice had gotten deep, husky. The last time you heard him talk he was still a boy who hadn't hit puberty yet.
"Yeah," you laughed. "We moved quite far away. We hardly came by to pay a visit." And back then, Bakugo has definitely not been part of your closer friend group meaning that the last time you two actually saw each other had been the last day at your old elementary school.
"I remember." He scowled as a memory crossed his mind. "The people moving in after you were always complaining about my drums. Had a small child and all that shit."
"Oh, yeah, I remember. You and your drums." Every afternoon at around 5 p.m. he would have started practicing. "Are you still playing?"
"Hardly." His answers were short. Just as they used to be. You weren't mad, it was more like a small wave of nostalgia filling your heart. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"Showing my friends the place where I came from." With a lazy gesture you waved to your friends who were either bouldering, watching them doing so or paying curious glances to the two of you. "And you? Are you alone here?"
He nodded. "It's... I like it more like this."
Yes, just as he used to. Of course, he always would have his little group of fans around him, but eventually Bakugo had always done everything on his own. Apparently, that hadn't changed.
"How are you doing?" you asked him, half out of convention, half out of curiosity.
Bakugo told you a little about his life, shallowly. He still pursued the dreams he had a child, slower than he wished, but steady; always going foward. He managed.
He asked you back, and you weren't sure whether he really wanted to know or whether he was just polite. You tried to keep your answer short, yet you couldn't help but tell him how you felt... exhausted. That work and deadlines were all too much, that there was too little time, that you felt guilty having fun with your friends right now instead of being productive. You went on without thinking about it, "I don't know... It feels like everyone else manages somehow, better, faster, while I'm... stuck. I know it's bullshit but still..." Your words trailed silence between the two of you.
A moment later, your realized you were whining about stupid trivialities to your former neighbor you hadn't seen in over a decade. Since then so much had happened. He was basically a stranger, and you were sharing quite personal concerns with him. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," you quickly apoligized in embarrassement. "You don't wanna hear about that. Over all, I'm doing fine, really. Don't have anything to truly complain about."
You felt awkward, wished you hadn't ranted. It got even worse when Bakugo remained strangely passive. "No, it's okay," he simply said. "Well, enjoy the time with your friends." He was about to turn around and leave you behind in bashfulness when he once again stopped and offered without looking at you, "And if you or one of your friends need help with a route, just ask. Although I think you're in good hands." He was motioning to one of my friends who went bouldering on a regular basis, managing the route Bakugo just had done.
"Okay," I replied softly, still feeling the heat in my cheeks. "Thanks."
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Your muscles were tired, your arms shaking and you knew you would fail again. You had no idea how many times you had tried this route already, and it was always at the same spot that your body would give up at the simple thought of reaching out to the next hold. One of your friends was watching you, trying to give you tips and shouting words of encouragement.
You wanted to succeed, you really wanted to, but the next hold seemed to be miles away, forcing you to rather jump than reach, and on an overhang at this height... The thought made your hands sweaty, and that was not useful while bouldering at all.
Suddenly, another voice accompanied your friend's, shouting, "Either you finish this one or you leave space for the ones who can actually do it."
That one startled you. With control you jumoed. When you landed, your friend had already turned to the new arriver and gasped an outraged "Excuse me?!"
You were not surprised to find your fromer classmate. His choice of words gave him away rather than his voice. "What?" he said to your friend. "She was blocking the wall for ages."
Your friend wanted to protest on your behalf, but you felt too exhausted and frustrated for a fight, settling with a mere roll of your eyes. "Don't bother." Then, you turned to Bakugo, waved to the wall you had been struggling with and panted, "Go ahead."
He did without another word, of course heading for a more difficult route than the one you had been doing only halfway.
"What an asshole!" your friend huffed and glared at his back.
"Really, don't bother," you assured them, sinking down on the mat to take a rest. "He's always been like this."
"You know him?" Your friend sat down next to you, and the two of you started to absent-mindedly watch him bouldering.
"Yes, back from elementary school," you told them. "He's not good with words. Doesn't really mean what he says. Usually, at least." You heavily sighed in frustration and shifted your gaze to the holds who gave you a hard time. "He's right though. I'm just blocking the route."
Your friend punched you in your shoulder. "Don't say that! Everyone struggles. It looks very good so far, you just have to keep going."
"Well..."
"How did you do?" Another one of your friends came over, the one who was as good as Bakugo. "Did you manage?"
You shook your head. "Nah. Don't think I can do it."
"Oh. But you technique is defenitely good enough."
"Maybe." You shrugged your shoulders. "Don't think I can do it, though. Head keeps getting in my way. And I don't feel like fighting against anxiety. It's fine as it is. I'm done with this route."
Both your friends looked at you with sympathy, telling me you could do it but you didn't have to if you didn't feel good doing it.
Their encouragement was sweet, you still felt like shit.
"I don't think so," Bakugo barged in. You hadn't noticed that he was down on the mat again. He had to have overheard your conversation and now looked directly at you. "I don't think that you can do it. Your skill's not good enough." His face was plain, making his words harsh with brutal honesty. "You won't manage."
You knew what you had told your friend earlier about the man not being good with words, but your frustration got the best of you. "What?" you mumbled in disbelief.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You can't do it. Go find an easier route and stick to that."
You needed a moment to process his words. "Fucking asshole," you exhaled eventually, exhaustion making you forget your manners, and rose up. Without clearly realizing it, you put chalk on your sweaty hands as you kept mumbling, "Don't you fucking dare to assume to know what I can do and what I don't." Anxiety replaced by provoked anger, you stepped at the wall. "I'll fucking show you, Katsuki." You didn't even realize that you used his first name, returning to old habits from childhood as your mind focused on the route.
Therefore, you also missed the smirk it caused on Bakugo's face.
The start was easy, you had done it several times today. You grip was purposeful and practiced. It felt good..
Then, the crucial part came; a high hold past the edge of the overhang. You would have to leap, probably making one or even both of your feet losing their hold. The image made your movements stutter.
The hesitation had to be visible because your friends immediately started shouting, "Yes, go on! You can do it!"
You weren't convinced. But Bakugo's words rang in your ears and fueled you on. With shaking arms you tried to pull yourself upwards, closer to the tilted wall in hopes of bringing the next hold in your reach.
"You don't have enough strength," you suddenly heard Bakugo claim. Giving his voice, he had to stand closer than your friends. "Don't use it if you don't have it."
You groaned in annoyance and gave up the flexion of your arms, leaving them fully outstretched so you would dangle and relax a little. "And what am I supposed to do then, smartass?" Somehow, Bakugo elicited all kind of bad language from your tongue.
"Use your balance. Shift your weight to get you up."
"Shift my weight where to?"
"Up."
You wanted to groan once more, but you felt your fingers tiring. "I don't understand. And even if I would, I don't think I can do it."
"Of course you can." Bakugo stood really close now, directly below me.
"Get away," I said hastily, "I'm about to fall and before that happens I'd rather decide for myself and jump." Now, even my outstretched arms started to shake.
"You won't fall." Out of the blue, two big, strong hands were placed on my waist, barely gripping. "I've got you."
You nearly let go of the hold by how startled you were.
Softly, he nudged your body upwards, tilting it a little. "Shift your weight like this, gather momentum and reach for the next hold."
With newfound determination and a little heat in your cheeks that probably did not come from physical strain you tried to follow the lead of his hands. Having someone hold you made the thought of leaping out less scary, you realized.
So you did, stretched your arm to full length, grabbing the next hold. Bakugo's hands quickly changed; your waist now being too far up, he settled for the back of your thighs. Right now, you didn't care about the questionable placement of his hands, your mind was drunk on exalation that you manged paired with the still present fear of falling down.
As you had thought, one of your legs lost its hold and swung through the air. Your foot hit something hard, and the next second Bakugo cursed loudly yet still hold you firmly. It had been his head. "Sorry," you shouted without looking down, somewhat scared that it would pull you down.
"Don't worry," he mumbled. "Just keep going. The worst part is done."
And he was right. As you went on, his hands completely vanished since you got too high. You didn't need them anyways, the rest was fairly easy.
You finished, climbed down, and jumped the last few feet, landing savily - and very, very happily - on the mat. With a proud smile you looked at Bakugo. "Thanks for the help. And sorry for your head."
He touched the spot you had to have hit. "Told you not to worry," he mumbled. "And no need to thank me. I hardly did anything, you did that on your own."
"Don't think so. You holding me helped a lot."
"Barely held you though," he softly said. His cheeks suddenly blushed. "Ah, sorry, by the way."
You blinked in confusion. "For what?"
"For touching you without asking before."
You laughed in surprise. You weren't aware that Bakugo had become that kind of considerate. It was cute. "Don't worry about that, Katsuki. I'll let it slide for once, next time though..." You teased and left the playful threat unspoken.
The next moment, you noticed your mistake. "Shit. I'm sorry, Bakugo. Old habits die hard."
The blush on his cheeks got darker as he suddenly avoided your gaze. "I don't mind. Call me whatever you want."
"Oh, whatever I want?" you kept teasing, but then you realized that that kind of equivocation might be far too inappropiate towards someone who you hadn't seen in years. Now, it was the two of you who were blushing awkwardly. "Ah, forget what I said, please," you softly asked in embarrassement.
"Heh," Bakugo snorted with a smirk. "You're still a dumbass, I see."
"Fuck you, Katsuki," you frowned.
His smirk didn't falter. "So, which one do you wanna do next?"
You raised your eyebrows. "Why you asking? You wanna tell me again how I won't be able to manage?"
Now, his lips dropped, looking at you with startlement and a little bit of guilt. "You know I wasn't serious, right?"
"Oh." Gosh, why were you so awkward today? "You weren't?"
"Of course not," he mumbled. "Your friends are right. Your technique is good. No doubt you wouldn't manage."
"Oh," you simply replied.
The silence was heavier than it should be.
"So," Bakugo cleared his throat. "Wanna do more routes together?"
"Sure," you immediately reply asking yourself if the answer had come too fast. "But I guess my friends..." You wanted to gesture to them, yet you had realized they weren't where they had been before you had started climbing. You found them at the snack bar, gazes suddenly snapping to other directions. As if they had observed the two of you the entire time.
"Idiots," you exhaled to yourself, yet you strangely felt a wave of gratitude.
You were in a weird mood today.
Finally, you turned to Bakugo again with a smile. "Yeah, let's climb together."
"Nice," he replied and did something you had barely ever seen him doing; he smiled at you.
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Evan peters x fem!reader
That night
WARINGS:
Oral fem receiving, p in v, just..smut
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I fell on the couch in a worn out state. I had just returned from a 9 hour shift at work and I was dead from it. I finally got off the couch and headed for my husband Evan, whom I'd heard in the kitchen when I first stepped inside.
"Ev" I called when I peeked into the kitchen area. He was leaning over the marble island and sitting on a wooden stool, scrolling with his thumb on his iPhone. I walked over and kissed his head. "Hey baby" he said pulling me in for a greeting kiss and hug. "Hi" I groan and he frowns. "What's wrong gorgeous?" He asks as gently patted my back.
"It's just work. I feel like I'm drowning in paper work for my boss", he nods and tells me to sit on the stool beside him. "I made you dinner" he grins. "Really?" I ask. It wasn't like Evan never cooked. But that meant he didn't cook a simple bit of broccoli and meat.
He sat the plates down and I was shocked. It was as he went to the fanciest place to get it. What sat in front of me was mashed potato with gravy neatly poured over it, beside it was pork wrapped in bacon and of course a small amount of greens.
"Baby..." I whined getting up and hugging his strong figure. "I just want you to have a night relax, since I know that work is on ur back all the time" I smile at his jester to sit.
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After eating, Evan took our plates to the sink and walked back over to me. "Why don't you go have a shower and I clean up", he suggested to which I agree and head up stairs to the bathroom in our master sweat.
I started the hot water and got undressed. I looked over at the counter, seeing that Evan had placed one of his shirts and my grey tracksuit pants there. I smile and get into the shower washing body and my hair after.
I get out with a towel in my hair and Evans selection of clothing. I also see Evan lying on the queen sized bed with candles on our side tables.
I chuckle and jump onto the bed and pull him in for a kiss. A kiss that was expected to be a small, playful kiss turned into a passionate make out. I straddle his waste but he flips us over and be rests between my legs with his roaming hands.
I whimper as his hips buck into mine. "Can I?" Be pants holding the hem of my pants and I nod, lifting my hips. He takes them off along with my panties.
He puts his mouth right in front of my throbbing pussy and reaches his hands to play with my breasts under his shirt, whilst he attaches his mouth to my clit.
I scream as I always forget how good his mother is. I felt him smirk before he started plunging his tongue in and out of me. "God. Evan!". There was only so many words I could pronounce as pleasure filled my mind.
"Cumming!" I yelled, harshly pulling his hair and he silently gave permission as he fastened his work with his tongue. I felt like I blacked out as I came. His mouth drank all of my juices whilst I came down from my high. I played with his curls cause I knew I probably hurt him but he only cared that I felt good.
He put his tongue in my mouth, letting me taste myself and I moan at the action. He pulls away, taking his clothes off and he also removes the shirt of his that I was wearing.
He goes to my neck leaving marks. I couldn't take the feeling of his hard-on hitting my clit so I grabbed and rubbed it up and down my folds. He moaned taking himself and lining up with my entrance.
He pushes in slowly and we gasp. I have been forever since we had sex so him stretching me out was such a relieving feeling. He put my legs over his shoulders to get deeper and it definitely worked. His thrusts started off slow so we could get used to it, but gradually became rough. "Evan! Yes!" I screamed whilst he let out a series of moans.
"I'm so close.." he panted and he reached down and rubbed fast circles on my clit and I couldn't stop the moans that escaped my mouth. He grunted loudly as he came with me. He tried to keep a slow pace of thrust while we calmed our hearts from the racing euphoria.
He collapses on my chest and run my hair through the small knots in his curls. His hands run up and down my outer thighs.
He gets up and slides out of me and lays there beside me before pulling me in close. "You don't wanna get dressed?" I asked with a smirk he shakes his head no and chuckles.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his head in my neck, with his arms around torso. I put my legs around him as well.
"Can u stay home tomorrow?" He looks up at me with puppy eyes that I never say no to. "We'll see" I reply and he smiles putting his head back in my neck.
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