#because fuck this whole ordeal right to hell
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Allow me to rant about US healthcare for a moment.
I had one (1) emergency room visit last June. It was a very simple visit. Standard blood work, CT scan, IV, and a referral to a gastroenterologist. I have insurance but not very good insurance so still would have been on the hook for somewhere between $1k-2k after everything. I don't make a lot of money and at the time my partner did not have a job. As such, I applied for financial aid from the hospital. Per their guidelines, I qualified for total forgiveness of all bills.
It took me over TWO MONTHS to get the fucking letter saying I qualified. With weekly calls to the hospital billing department. I had to provide paystubs, tax returns, and bank statements going back six months. I received the letter in the mail in SEPTEMBER. It was dated August 31st. Well, I thought to myself, at least it's sorted now and I don't have to worry about any surprise bills from the hospital.
HAHA. HAH. WELL. In OCTOBER I received in the mail two separate bills regarding my JUNE hospital visit. As it turns out, both the doctor I saw that evening and the CT scan/radiologists were both separate entities from the hospital. They just happen to work IN the hospital not FOR the hospital. As such, they did not get the memo that my bill was forgiven. So I call them both up and ask about it. "Yes," they both say giving me false hope, "we do participate in the hospital's financial aid program. Just email us a scanned copy of the financial aid letter and we will forgive the bill." Perfect, I think filled once again with false hope, it's a little annoying I have to do this in the first place but whatever at least it's over now.
I scan the letter. I send off the emails. Happy that this six month ordeal is finally done with. But oh, dear reader, do you remember when I said the letter was dated? That's right! August 31st. Which is not before June. It is, in fact, after! Which means that I just received an email from those billing departments saying that this letter is not sufficient proof that my hospital bill was forgiven.
When I tell you I started crying as I explained this all to my partner today. So now my course of action is to call the billing department of the original hospital, explain the situation, hope to God they can send off an additional letter regarding the June visit specifically, hope to God I receive that letter before these other providers send my bills to collections, and hope to God that this ordeal is over once and for all before 2023. I am currently trying to move. If my already crap credit score gets any worse I'm doomed in the really competitive real estate market I live in. And all this, because I went to the ER one night in June.
(This journey does not include the fact that the HR department of my job mistakenly cancelled my health insurance in August for no reason and with no notification. No I'm not kidding. No the problem is still not resolved. Yes I am looking for a new job.)
#🙃🙂🙃🙂🙃#oh sweet death please take me now#because fuck this whole ordeal right to hell#now excuse me to make some more fucking phone calls
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I am still so mad about them going along with the single dumbest plan ever.
#the leaks make it worse#“I won't let you ruin the peace [she] made!” bro what peace? where? when someone got shot and someone else got beaten to a pulp#fucking what'll happen when these people start using their new skills to hench for sc*recr*ow or tw*f*ce#because you can not tell me that someone that's learning under her plan won't go right back to working for those assholes#because shocker shocker some people are awful and aide awful individuals for the ideology more than the money#Why the hell did we have that whole P*nchl*ne ordeal a few years back if that wasn't going to be an angle worth considering in the comics?!#if her plan were any good and also NOT blatantly self serving there would be some better way at offboarding potential former henchmen from#aiding villains in the future. Which you know B*tm*n already covers (not perfectly but better than this)#pivoting from one kind of crime to another does not actually reduce crime! it would be better to actually teach them skills#and provide resources that could give them something else to do that isn't helping sc*recr*w with his next mass poisoning of the watersuppl#but long rant shortened the premise of their falling out is so fucking shaky. I agree that they wouldn't take his side but why the hell#would they agree to this stupid fucking plan!#there's no reform and no providing access to anything that would realistically get them to stop career henching! you're only making them#better at it!!!! Also fucking!!! every other villain can just get non-gothamites to hench!!! they would not just give up because they can't#hire locally!! how fucking many times have a gaggle of jerks from other parts of the world just done their crimes in gotham#for the hell of it? Too many times!!!
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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ sending them suggestive pictures while they're at work
feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Sigma
content: nsfw, female reader, spanking, sexting, oral sxx, masturbation, semi public
It's not unusual for DAZAI to tap away on his phone during work hours, so no one — except for Kunikida, who still hasn't given up on glaring — pays it any mind when his smirk widens at his screen. What remains a secret, however, is that he's not looking at some funny tweet but instead at your tits, the blue lace of your bra making for a pleasant contrast in colour.
He's awfully smug about the whole ordeal, really; also, who is he not to play along? He definitely sends you not only some appreciative words back, but also a picture of his own, featuring either his hands — he does know that you're quite fond of his fingers, after all —, his face — because you can never complain about that! —, or his by now half-hard dick, pressing against his trousers, even though taking soft nudes borders on workplace indecency. Oh, and your pictures are definitely saved and stored away on his phone for later usage.
[new message from Dazai] “someone's needy, harassing me during work hours! just kidding bella!! you're so cute xx stunning too! how am i supposed to listen to kunikida any longer when you're so so pretty? :( ill call out sick, be there in 20 x”
CHŪYA really doesn't expect to see anything but a picture of a dog you saw outside or of a particularly pretty flower when he spares a brief glance at his phone during a Port Mafia meeting. It's already disrespectful, though he doesn't plan on anyone noticing the miniscule action — that is, until he all but chokes on his coffee at the photo of you, legs spread wide, two fingers deep inside of yourself, wearing not only his favourite lingerie set, but also one of his ties.
He tries hard to ignore the way everyone stares at him when he, all too abruptly, excuses himself to the bathroom, his face bright red. In the safety of a stall, he really can't do anything but shove his trousers to his knees, one hand immediately closing around his dick while he types your number into his phone with his free one — and while he might snap at you, oh so flustered, he's also so damn turned on that he can barely focus on anything but the sound of your voice and your photo.
“Fucking Hell, babe—, God, with how Mori was looking at me, I bet he knew what was up. Fuck—, send me another one, please, I'm so damn close, ah—”
Business meetings aren't RANPO'S favourite way to spend time. They're awfully boring, making him huff and sigh when he has to sit through them — though this one gets a lot more interesting the moment he clicks on a text message from you. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of your panties, pure lace and hiding not even the slightest bit just how wet you are, thighs glistening, though that's about all the physical reaction he's going to show. The fact that his dick strains against his trousers is no one's business.
He is, however, quick to text you back, amusement dripping from his messages, and if Fukuzawa wasn't already watching him with sharp eyes, he'd sneak away to the bathroom to call you. For now, you'll just have to do with sexting — this meeting is going to go on for a while, especially if he won't soon start contributing, and he's unfortunately got better things to do.
[new message from Ranpo] “having fun without me? youre so mean. at least send me more pics im dyin g here... maybw bend over or— ooo i know, we bought that toy a while ago, right? why don't you use that one for me, doll....”
FUKUZAWA sucks in a sharp breath the second his eyes fall onto your form clad in nothing but one of his yukatas, and even though he attempts to remain calm, he's already blushing, arousal churning low in his stomach. Really, he was just trying to take a miniscule break from all the paperwork he's facing — besides, the cat ringtone signaling your message did sound rather urgent! —, though now he's not certain whether he can focus on it again.
He ends up typing “This is most inappropriate.” in response, though he never sends it, instead replacing it with a “You look stunning.”, only to never send that one either. In the end, he just quits work a little earlier that day and hurries home faster than he'd ever want to admit, cheeks still flushed with arousal when he joins you in bed, immediately slotting himself between your pretty thighs, long fingers spreading your folds apart and into your cunt to prepare you — only to realise you've long done that yourself. How convenient. He might reprimand you a little afterwards, though both of you realise it's not to be taken seriously. When he's honest with himself, he rather liked that photo — and he'll definitely keep it.
“That was awfully inappropriate. Darling, you know I enjoy getting to hear from you during the day, and yet — what? I didn't mind you wearing my clothing in the slightest. I was worried about someone from the Agency seeing the picture. In fact, wear my clothes again whenever you feel like it. Please do. You looked quite irresistible.”
It's almost unfair just how seemingly unbothered FYODOR is. When checking his phone during a Decay of Angels meeting, aware that you know not to contact him except for important reasons, he merely glances at the photo lewdly depicting your raised skirt and the curve of your behind before putting it back into his pocket. Really, it's downright adorable that you're attempting to tease him — you should know better by now, darling.
While he doesn't bother with a response, he certainly makes sure to pay attention to you when he returns home. And, oh, the next time you want to toy with him, he sure hopes you remember this very moment, of you bent across his lap, his hand coming down ever so often on your butt, on the soft skin of your upper thighs, making you cry out with every slap. The marks, at least, will serve as a nice reminder, especially when you keep forgetting to thank him for every hit.
“There we go, dear. Ah, ah — don't cry now. This is what you wanted, is it not? My undivided attention — and you certainly have it, now. Which number were we on again? Tell me, darling, or we will have to start over, I'm afraid.”
The second SIGMA spares a quick glance at his phone, only to stumble upon a rather revealing picture you just sent him — and, God, 'rather revealing' is an understatement when he's able to see just how wet you are, thighs spread for the camera —, his face heats up significantly, earning him some odd looks from the other men he's currently in a meeting with. In a desperate attempt to regain professionalism, he clears his throat, trying to simply continue, but it's as if every thought has been erased from his mind and was replaced by you.
When getting home that evening, he's calmed down considerably, cheeks still warm with the memory of you being this bold, though his sudden calmness might just change when you expect him in that exact same position, legs wide apart, the smile on your face teasing — and who is he not to end up on his knees in front of you, tongue flattening against your cunt while both of you let out breathy moans? In the end, he's all but begging you to return the favour.
“Ah, God, I'm close. At least finish me off, please—, you were really cruel today, dear. Make it up to me? Please? Oh, fuck—”
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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄-𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓
➸ PAIRING: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader (aside from a single idiom whose origin uses masculine language/pronouns - every man for himself)
➸ SUMMARY: Against all odds, the Lieutenant accidentally falls asleep on your shoulder. Unfortunately, there are witnesses to the precarious situation (just your luck that it would be Gaz and Soap).
➸ WORD COUNT: 2k
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄: don't poke the bear.
Danger in your line of work typically consists of trying to walk away from a mission while still being left completely intact (i.e. the goal is to make it out alive, in one piece). You’ve survived a great number of ordeals: cornered into a shootout with a dwindling supply of ammo, tiptoed your way through a field of pressure-sensitive IEDs, dove towards probable death (with an awfully high probability of splattering onto hot, concrete hell like a bug on a windshield) because your helo was sent tail spinning courtesy of a perfectly-aimed RPG – and really, the list goes on.
It's been child’s play, in the grand scheme of things. An extensive catalogue of life-or-death scenarios accounts for your entire military career. And sure, this might be a bit of a stretch, but you'd wager that none of those instances thus far have been as high-stakes as the current predicament you’ve found yourself in.
Jesus-fucking-Christ. Why’d Ghost have to fall asleep on you?
𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: avoid sitting next to him on the plane ride home. You've had to learn it the hard way.
And the kicker is that this whole thing could’ve been avoided; it didn’t have to be your problem. You could’ve sentenced any one of the other soldiers to your seat. Every man for himself, right? Get off scot-free, have a normal trip back to base with plenty of legroom so that you’re not cramped. Theoretically, it would've been beautiful – a passenger's paradise, the closest you could get to a first-class ticket.
But no.
Instead, play the Good Samaritan; extend your hand out with an act of benevolence. What’s the harm, right? So, you'd spared the poor guy, said you wouldn't mind switching places with him because he'd looked as white as a damn sheet at the idea of being crammed beside this behemoth of a lieutenant who's infamously every FNG's living nightmare.
Yeah, well hindsight is 20/20. Had you known what was going to happen, you would've had no reservations about throwing him under the bus. Sayonara, mate.
Law of the jungle, plain and simple.
To make matters worse, he is, in fact, exhibiting terrible flight etiquette. His head (which is dead weight and feels about as pleasant as a fucking bowling ball, mind you) has taken up every inch of real estate on your shoulder and is practically tucked into the curve of your neck; you’ll need to take a trip to the chiropractor’s after this – several, probably. The edge of his skull mask is digging into you. And, the cherry on top: get this – he’s man-spreading, so his left leg's trespassing into your own territory and brushing against your thigh. Utter lack of regard for personal space.
Incredible.
You’d still rather die than wake him up, though. You're not sure what'll happen if you do, but that's a risk you're not willing to take.
All things considered, an achy shoulder is a much better alternative than incurring the wrath of one angry Lieutenant. He's more subdued in this kind of context. To be completely honest, if you weren't already well-acquainted with him, you'd find it endearing.
From here, it's easy to see the simple rise and fall of his chest, steady and even. Slow inhale in, slow exhale out. He's at peace, a rhythmic lull that matches your own breathing. You can't quite put your finger on the exact moment he fell asleep. (He's got a habit of shutting his eyes and folding his arms over his chest when he isn't in the mood to converse with the other soldiers onboard. But God willing, he would never voluntarily loll his head onto your shoulder.) For what it's worth, he deserves the rest – never been one to do it this soundly as countless missions have taught you that he's usually a light sleeper. You remember him roughly prodding the toe of his boot at Soap's arm once when the Scot was conked out and his snores were a bit loud for Ghost's taste.
Rather odd then, that the Lieutenant even managed to allow himself to doze off like this. It’s too loud, too unsteady – the droning of the plane engine doesn't exactly make for good white noise and the turbulence outside is jostling the cabin around. Moreover, this puts him in a position of vulnerability, and he’s not the type to let his guard down so easily.
But somehow he did it with you beside him.
You try not to think about the implications of that.
𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.
Because, Soap's just woken up from his nap, the first among the entire company of soldiers in the cabin still sleeping, excluding yourself. His seat's parallel to yours, straight across the walkway within direct line of sight, so he’s got an unobstructed view of you and Ghost. Soap sends a questioning glance in your direction, eyebrow quirked. A look that says, The hell's going on?
The level of your voice is down; it's at a conservative decibel to avoid rousing the others. Yet you convey your distress with the same amount of passion as if you were stuck in the middle of a losing firefight. "MacTavish, help."
Soap works with bombs for a living. Surely, he's capable of defusing situations too.
Alright the man’s a demolitions expert, but that’s semantics.
He blinks like he's trying to make sense of the situation. Though, it's pretty obvious what the problem is here. You're not sure why he’s got to take a moment and contemplate it. You need a solution, now. And he's moving at a snail's pace.
For a second, you think he might sympathize with your plight.
But then his mouth morphs into a shit-eating grin and when he nudges Gaz awake, you know right then and there that you're absolutely fucked.
More witnesses.
Great.
Because that’s just what you need, isn’t it?
Gaz drags a hand down his face. He pans over to his right to figure out why he’s been jolted awake so suddenly, and sees Soap who’s inexplicably, nauseatingly jovial before his eyes land on you.
Much like Soap’s original reaction, Gaz can’t help but offer a quizzical expression. The confusion is evident. His brows are drawn together because he knows that the L.t. wouldn't fall asleep on your shoulder.
Soap's shifting, sliding his hand into his pocket before pulling out his phone. He messes with it – a few taps here, a few swipes there. And then before you're registering what's happening, he's aiming it straight at you, like one of those mums getting a snapshot of their kids in matching jumpers during the holidays.
"Say cheese."
An indignant gasp leaves your mouth. "If you so much as—
"Soap, no. Don't do that." Gaz says from beside him, plucking the phone out of his hands. He tsks him with a click of his tongue. Stern disapproval in spades. The meaning is clear: it’s a big thumbs down from the Brit. He’s not endorsing this type of behavior. “Gone mad now, have you?” he asks in admonishment.
You release a sigh of relief. Finally, some moral support. He's reliable. Your faith in him is unshakable. Always could count on Gaz to get you out of—
"Have to shoot with a wide angle, see? Or else it'll look wonky," he corrects, flipping the phone horizontally before handing it back to Soap.
"Aye, thanks mate.”
Gaz's smile isn't as excessive as Soap's but the smirk gracing his face tells you he's relishing in your misery all the same.
Fucking traitor.
"Knobheads—"
They’d risk their own hides to save you from certain death. You've seen it in Cairo, Valencia, and Seoul. Good men. Good hearts in the right place as well. However, they're also the type to embarrass you at every opportunity – public humiliation being somewhere on that roster as well. And for that, you want to strangle them.
"Rude,” Soap comments pointedly.
"Bite me, MacTavish."
"Just wake him up if it's bothering you," Gaz supplies unhelpfully.
"If you were in my shoes, would you do it?"
"'Course, not," he snorts. "I don’t have a death wish.”
“Well, I also prefer my head on my shoulders, thank you very much," you whisper furiously, nearly hissing at him.
And Soap is admiring his handiwork, when he coos, “Aw, the two o' you make quite the pair." He briefly twists the screen so that you can catch a glimpse of it, and even from this distance, you can confirm that he's captured the shot. Annoyingly well, to add insult to injury. Angle? Spot-on. Lighting? Brilliant. It's interesting, has character. Black and white photography. He's managed to make a stunning composition and your upper lip is curling up into a sneer of disgust at his artistic eye. How infuriating.
"I'll send this to the Cap. He’ll get a kick outta it."
"Sod off."
"He'll appreciate bein' included."
Gaz matches the energy with an equally gleeful smile, now delighted by the idea. “Hey, and the L.t. he looks—”
“—cute," Soap has the audacity to finish for him.
What.
There are many words that you’d use to describe Ghost.
Cutthroat, maybe. Imposing. Glacial. Taciturn. A stringent set of ideals that makes him the perfect soldier: disciplined, honed, fierce. Intimidating, if he's not fighting on your side – someone you'd much rather have on your team than against, unless you fancied death. He can be a stone-cold terror on occasion. The man’s been penned as a walking horror story by those in the military. Given his iron-hearted demeanor, you'd be hard-pressed to disagree with that statement; there's not much room to call his steel-encased resolve into question.
So, yeah. Above all else, he's certainly not cute.
Your eyes narrow at them. "Congratulations, the both of you have officially made the top of my shitlist."
Soap, indifferent to your crisis, asks, "Want a copy for your wallpaper?"
There's another heated remark waiting on the tip of your tongue, because there's no way in hell that you would and you're ready to tell him off, about to give him an earful.
But somebody else beats you to it.
“Wipe that picture, or I’ll wring your bloody necks.”
Ice surges through your veins. Goosebumps break out across your skin. Because that voice belongs to one person. Oh, Christ. Never in a million years would you want to be on the receiving end of it.
There's anxiety warping in your chest. You're scared stiff, paralyzed with fear in a way that implores you to remain stock-still. The coarse fabric of your trousers bunches underneath your palms as you try not to freak out. This isn't your fault. None of it is.
And here's the worst part: Ghost hasn't lifted his head from your shoulder yet.
But Soap's unfazed. He blinks a couple of times, seems like he's weighing his options – as if there's something else he could choose besides following his lieutenant's command – yeah, right. He wises up, settling for a simple answer in the end. "Alright, Ghost." His smile makes a reappearance, sweet and well-meaning. Troublemaker. "Any chance you'd like a copy before I do away with it?"
"What kind of fuckin' question is that, Johnny?" he grumbles. "Obviously."
𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄:
"I take it you don't think I'm cute then. Have I got that right?"
"I'm sorry... mind repeating that again, sir?"
"You didn't have anything to say about Soap's comment."
"I have a feeling that whatever I answer will get my arse handed to me, L.t."
He's smiling in response – like sunshine trapped behind clouds. Despite it being obscured by the mask, you can see his eyes crinkling at the corners, which makes the black charcoal that's lining them begin to crease a bit. "Permission to speak freely, Sergeant. You have the floor."
Your mouth parts in surprise. Well, then. Maybe you stand corrected. And so, you appraise him momentarily, giving it some serious thought. There's more to Ghost than you give him credit for. He's terse and rough around the edges, but respected for a reason. Admirable. Someone you think highly of and has deserved your approval. The mask undeniably provides an air of intrigue. “I suppose you can be,” you start off, gradually warming up to him being more approachable. “When you’re not terrorizing the new recruits, that is.”
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❝𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙎 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙏.ᐟ❞
PLUG!E. YEAGER + BIMBO!F. READER ft. PLUG!C. SPRINGER
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; you wanna get jealous over some crack whore and show your ass to connie? fine but now you gotta ride eren while connie watches. have fun.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; riding, slight degradation, unprotected sex, drabble, overstimulation, p in v, exhibition, mean!eren, mean!connie, threesome(mentioned), drugs, high sex, dacryphilia, cuckolding w armin(mentioned), college au, skin color not mentioned, ib
It didn’t bother Eren that much when you sat in the backseat of his car with a pout on your face while watching him deal to a dope-feen bitch who was touching all on his forearm, he could see where you were coming from and couldn’t get mad at you for being jealous, he just found it silly that you were getting upset over a crack whore who he didn’t even spare another glance after handing her the drugs she asked for.
You sitting there with a pout and your arms crossed against your chest ignoring him when he tried to talk to you didn’t bother him either. Eren was used to your fucked up attitude by now and just reminded himself to take care of that later so it didn’t lead to a petty argument.
However…what did bother him was when you purposely dropped five dollars on the ground on your way to the gas station store while he was busy practically showing your entire ass and lace panties to Connie who sat in his passenger seat after you begged him to give you money so you could get whatever fucking candy you asked for after ignoring him for the majority of the ride. That shit bothered him a lot, he considered asking Connie to handle the deal he was currently working on and getting out of the car dragging your ass back to the car by your hair, and teaching you not to fuck with him right there but no…he had a better idea. And that idea would come into play right now.
“‘Ren c’mon! My legs hurt…” You whined out planting your hands on Eren's chest as you sat on his lap on the couch with him eight inches deep inside of you, you had already come twice and your legs were aching! It wasn’t fair how he wasn’t letting you have a break! The brunette man simply looked up at you with his red-lidded eyes exhaling smoke into your precious face which was covered in tears and your ruined makeup, he passed the blunt in his hand back to Connie who sat on the other side of the couch watching the whole ordeal with a grin on his face “Hell no, you’re gonna fuck yourself out right in front of Connie since you love showing your ass to him right?” Eren said as you gazed down at him with watery eyes, it wasn’t a question, it wasn’t even a statement you were supposed to respond to because no matter what you said, it’d just end in him giving a slap to your ass.
But unfortunately, you weren’t thinking, not at all this entire night but you never did “No! I don’t, only for you ‘rennie!” Connie snickered at your pathetic statement as more tears spewed from your eyes, you turned your head and glared at him which just made him laugh even more, you looked so pathetic. Completely naked while they were both fully dressed, sobbing, and now you were glaring at him? You looked like a kicked puppy more than anything.
Eren sat up straight at your words before gripping your jaw and turning your head to face him, you could now feel his breath on your face from how close you two were “Then explain to me why you acted like a stupid whore showing my pussy to him?” His green eyes stared daggers into your soul as you stood there looking down at him silent, you didn’t have anything to say. He knew why and if you said anything about it he’d probably torture you more for being a ‘jealous slut’ that’s how he would say it.
He narrowed his eyes at you once more before letting go of your face harshly making a sob escape your throat “That’s what I thought, now keep going.” Eren demanded slapping his hand on the soft flesh of your ass making even more tears escape your eyes and flow down the apples of your cheeks.
You glanced at Connie for help but he did nothing but hit the blunt while remaining in eye contact with you, you whined as you continued to ride him tiredly trying your best to ignore the pain in your legs. You hoped this didn’t lead to a threesome, they would be so mean to you! Armin wouldn’t just sit there and let this happen. He’d help you and tell Eren to relax and that you didn’t deserve it! Having Armin watch was way better than dumb Connie!
A combination of moans and sobs were let out into the air as you lazily rode Eren, your back arching when he hit just the right spot as the two men acted liked you weren’t even there casually talking and passing the blunt back and forth, that might’ve hurt more than your legs. Eren knew from experience that you lived off attention, you were like a Tinkerbell, if you didn’t get the attention you would just die and he was refusing to give you that. What a dick!
Wet sounds filled the room along with their chatting that you didn’t care enough to listen to, that’s if you even had enough in you to hear anything “Ngh! ‘Rennie!” You were nearing your breaking point cumming for a third time and Eren wasn’t letting you stop anytime soon, every time you even halted your movements slightly, he’d slap you on your ass or give you a glare that scared you enough to keep going but everything was too much and you stopped completely leaning forward and collapsing on his body continuing to cry loudly.
“Fuck are you stopping for?” Eren said rudely pushing your limp body off his looking at you with hate and disgust hurting your feelings even more than he already had “Too tired…please m’ sorry!” Eren didn’t even react to your pleas as you banged your balled-up fists on his chest tiredly to get him to sympathize with you somehow even just a little bit “Too fucking bad.” Eren responded, “Hold on bro, maybe she just needs a lil’ sum’ to help her.” Connie said with a laugh before standing and walking over to you, he grabbed your jaw with his hand before putting the blunt to your lips as you looked up at him your puffy eyes. He almost came in his pants right there at the sight of you.
He and Eren watched as you inhaled before Connie took the blunt away from your mouth, the springer male leaned closer to press your lips together but Eren kicked his kneecap making the gray-eyed boy look at his friend with a scowl “Fuck was that for Eren?” You watched the ordeal as you exhaled the smoke out of your nose just glad Eren wasn’t focused on making you continue, eren didn’t really like sharing. Especially sharing you but the idea of threesomes appealed to him as long as the other person didn’t kiss you.
“I ain’t even let Armin kiss her, what makes you think you can?” The Yeager man questioned making Connie scoff before he plopped back down to his spot on the couch grumbling something about Eren being too damn possessive to have threesomes. Eren’s head then turned back to you looking at you with the same lidded eyes that have been giving you little attention all night “Lemme tell you sum’ pretty…” He whispered sitting up again and getting close to your face, he gave you a small peck on your lips making you whine. You wanted more than just a stupid peck, small kisses are for cheeks not for lips.
You looked down at him with teary eyes as you tried not to let them spill out as Eren would probably laugh if you did “If you stop again, you’re not cummin’ for weeks.” The statement made your jaw drop and your eyes widen, the sobbing continued as you heard Connie cackle loudly “Better get moving jealous slut.” You pouted at the statement as they were the exact words you thought eren would call you while your salty tears dropped down onto Eren’s white tee, with these two, this night was never going to end.
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Its about time someone wrote an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic
Eddie Munson x reader
3.1k words
Smut, slight dub con due to sex pollen, unprotected, mentions of pregnancy (as a joke)
She always said she would follow Eddie to hell and back. The UpsideDown was basically hell, so she had kept her promise. The second he jumped into Lovers Lake, she went right after him with no doubt in her mind.
This type of thing wasn’t usually her speed. Despite Hawkins overwhelmingly supernatural reputation she refused to involve herself in any of the town’s escapades. Instead she relegated herself to getting high with her best friend and listening to rock music. An easy life for someone who liked to take it easy.
Things were of course complicated when that aforementioned best friend got himself caught up in a murder investiation. Even more so because the actual murderer was a demon from the underworld of Hawkins.
The first person the gang of youths came to when they were trying to find Eddie was of course her, since they were never apart. She knew where to find him and reluctantly forked over the information when they explained the situation to her.
She was now intertwined with the mystery of Hawkins and a gaggle of Freshmen who seemed to have it all figured out, along with their college aged babysitters Nancy, Steve, and Robin.
She reluctantly followed them on their quest, grumbling intermittently about how Eddie owed her some good weed after going through this whole ordeal for him. But the second she saw him hiding out in Reefer Rick’s boat house, any sense of annoyance was gone and all she felt was relief.
She had to practically pull him off of Steve Harrington, coaxing the broken glass out of his hand and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Eddie. You fucking dumbass, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”
In his alarmed state, he was still frantically looking around and trying to take inventory of everyone standing around him. He relaxed a bit when he recognized Dustin and Mike, more familiar faces to put him at ease.
She noticed his apprehension and explained “They’re here to help, we all are.” She cupped his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes to see she wasn’t lying.
Reluctantly she left him at the boathouse and promised to return once things were sorted, urging him to call if he needed anything.
The next time she saw him he was huddled under a rock formation near Lover’s Lake. She rushed to him without a second thought, throwing her arms around him once again. “Are you good? Did they hurt you?” She had heard about Jason catching up to him at the lake so she was quick to scan his body for any injuries.
“Miss me that much, sweetheart?” he teased, secretly relishing in her increased clinginess. She wasn’t usually a very touchy person even when she was high, so he wasn’t used to feeling her warm hands ghosting over his body like this.
She sat with him while the rest of the group came up with a plan. All the sciencey stuff went right over her head so she was content to sit back and have a drink with Eddie while the smart people theorized about telepathy and gates to the other dimension.
They had decided the best course of action was to try and find a gate in the bottom of the lake from the Vecna’s most recent attack.
She was less than enthusiastic about jumping into the lake but obviously she wasn’t going to let Eddie go into the underworld alone with a bunch of strangers. “We don’t have to do this,” she offered, intertwining their fingers as he got ready to jump.
He whispered her name, pulling her hands to rest on his chest. “I need to tell you something-” It was clear that he was going to jump in and she wasn’t going to stop him. And she would, as previously mentioned, follow him anywhere.
“Tell me when we get back,” she interrupted simply, jumping into the water and tugging him in after her.
The second they came through the portal, they were involved in a vicious fight with a bunch of weird flying demon bats. She ripped a keychain out of her pocket and swung the sharp metal around like a shiv.
A swarm of the bats started to appear over the horizon and they made a rush to the woods. The pair stood beside Robin while Nancy patched up the wounds on Steve’s abdomen. “Wrap it up lovebirds,” she scoffed, as if she wasn’t wrapped under Eddie’s arm at that same moment.
Eddie joined in the teasing, pulling away to strip off his vest and pass it to Steve since he was without a shirt. “For your modesty, dude.” She giggled, patting his shoulder and leaning into him again.
They looked around the area, trying to gain their bearings. Ever the adventurer, Eddie climbed onto a fallen tree. Suddenly the ground rumbled, causing him to fall off the tree and into a growth of sweet smelling plants.
“Eddie!” she gasped, stumbling over the shaking ground to make her way to him. She helped him out of the bush carefully. A weird dazed expression was on his face but she decided to ignore it since most people were probably a little rattled after falling such a distance.
“Aw you were worried about me,” he slurred, leaning on her shoulder as she helped him up. His legs were wobbly from the fall and whatever plant he had inhaled.
“You’re so stupid. I hate you,” she whined though it was an obvious lie since she was clearly enjoying his closeness and flirting a little too much.
“Love you too, babe,” he teased, nose brushing the skin of her neck from the way he bent his head. She shivered both from the cold of the air and from his proximity.
He was quick to strip off another piece of clothing, handing her his jacket and smiling widely. “You looked cold.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, sliding the jacket over her shoulders. It was unbelievably warm and it smelled incredible. It smelled like him, a mix of weed, cigarettes, and the cologne she had gotten him for Christmas. There was also an overwhelming sweet flowery smell that made her cheeks warm when she smelled it, weird.
Eddie had stayed back to chat with Steve so she caught up to the other girls, needing a moment away from him to collect her thoughts. “Are you dating?” Robin asked as soon as she was in stride with them.
“I…uh. It’s… Eddie is… complicated.” She shook her head, thinking about all the times she thought something might happen between them and she was proven wrong. At this point she had pretty much given up pursuing him due to his constant friend-zoning. Although, she didn’t mind the friend zone most of the time because he was her best friend and that was enough.
But sometimes when she was a little too high, she wished she could hold him without having to pull away awkwardly in the morning and blame it on whatever they had been smoking.
“I’m not sure if I’d call Eddie a man. He’s still in Highschool,” Nancy joked, trying to draw away from Robin’s slightly rude question.
“Ok then boys are complicated, not that I would know,” Robin joked.
Just then was the moment Eddie and Steve decided to return to the main group. He was instantly wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his forehead to her neck.
They walked like that until they got to Nancy’s house, he was intermittently kicking her in the back of the legs but she couldn’t be bothered to tell him to stop. Because for some reason his closeness was easing the weird burning sensation in her body.
When they got to the house, they split off and she brought Eddie into another room. He was acting weird ever since he had fallen and she wanted to make sure he didn’t have a concussion.
She turned around and took his face in her hands “ooh you’re hot!” She yelped, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead to get his temperature.
“You too, babe,” he quipped, winking and grabbing her wrist. He placed a quick kiss on the palm of her hand.
“No I’m serious do you feel alright?” she continued, yanking her hand out of his grasp.
“I’m really horny,” he whined, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her closer. Her hands fell to his chest, gripping his shirt to steady herself.
“Eddie? Are you high right now?” she asked seriously, knowing it was a strong possibility since he was high a lot of the time. And the way he was acting now did match the way he acted when he was high, very touchy and emotional.
“I think it was that stupid plant. Like weed but 100 times stronger,” he explained genuinely although she could hardly focus due to the way his fingers were pressing noncommittal patterns into the flesh of her hips.
“Ok. Explain to me exactly how you feel,” she demanded calmly even though on the inside she was anything but calm. If that plant really was the cause of his symptoms that meant it was probably some type of poison.
“I’m dizzy and I think I have a fever. Everything feels really intense. Oh and my dick is throbbing,” he groaned.
“Aw I'm sorry,” she replied softly, stroking his cheek and ignoring the last part of what he had said. “Do you wanna hold my hand? Would that make you feel better?”
“A little,” he replied, interlacing their fingers and giving her hand a quick squeeze. She remembered when he got his first tattoo. He cried until she offered to hold his hand and he was instantly comforted by it. Ever since then she would hold his hand when something was upsetting to him.
“I’m gagging. Are you guys done?” Steve loudly announced his presence from the doorway of the room that they hadn’t thought to shut.
“Yeah, are you decent?” Robin added, just a little too cheerful for the situation they were all in.
“Of course we’re decent Robin, jeez. Do you guys really think either of us are reckless enough to try something like that at a time like this?” she asked incredulously, offended that these people who she didn’t know would think so little of her.
“Honestly? Yeah,” Nancy jutted in, saying what they were all thinking. The sexual tension between them was palpable even more so thanks to the effects of that plant.
Nancy explained the plan with the bikes. She was happy to hear they were going back to Eddie’s trailer after a long day of unfamiliar locations so longed to be back somewhere she felt safe and comfortable.
She decided to get on the bike behind Eddie so as not to further his crotch related issues. Although she was sure her chest pressed tightly against his back like that wasn’t doing him any favors either.
Every once in a while he let out a little whimper. Which made her feel bad for him, but also made her embarrassingly wet when she thought about the sound in a different context. She was highly frustrated and every noise out of his mouth made her blood boil.
“Eddie!” she snapped. “What do you want? It's not like they can pull over for a minute so you can jerk off!”
“It huuuuuurts,” he whined.
“Fuck. You think I don't know that? I feel the same way because whatever you breathed in was on your jacket. So congrats we’re both hot and bothered.” She didn’t mean for it to come off so rude but she was frustrated, in more ways than one.
“Sorry,” he muttered, hanging his head in embarrassment.
“It’s fine,” she grumbled, going silent for a while.
That silence continued all the way to the trailer and then during them falling back out of the portal. He was starting to think she was mad at him. Really he should have known to assume that since his symptoms were getting worse hers would be too.
Just the sound of his voice was making her pussy gush an unnatural amount of liquid. She was sweating but also freezing. It was like he had said, a really weird horny fever.
Once they were all safe on the right side up part of Hawkins, she shooed everyone else out of the trailer so she and Eddie could deal with their problem alone and separately.
She locked herself in the bedroom and left him sprawled out on the couch. His uncle had left town when everything had happened with Chrissy so there was no concern of him coming home. That doesn’t mean either of them could be loud with the other in the next room.
Stripped down to nothing but a pair of very damp panties, she did her best to ride out the fever without masturbating with her best friend in the next room. He was not extending the same courtesy. He was jerking off as loud as ever and she could hear him clear as day through the walls. The filthy words spilling out of his mouth were better than anything her fingers could do anyways but she still couldn’t get any release.
It was like some invisible force was dragging her into the living room and she didn’t have the strength so stop it. “Fuck. Babe,” he gasped out as soon as he saw her, hand still moving up and down his cock and a furious pace. It looked too red, almost purple and she could see it throb.
“Nothing's working,” he whined, reaching out for her with his other hand.
“Eddie- I can't- I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re like this,” she stated as firmly as she could although her voice was shaking along with her legs that were clenched together tightly, chasing any type of friction it could provide.
“Just…Please. Let me touch you. It’s not as bad when I’m close to you.” The desperation in his voice wasn't doing her any favors either, his needy whines were doing something undeniable to her.
Everything in her brain told her this was a bad idea but she wasn’t able to think with her brain at the moment. So she crawled into his lap and laid on his chest, her panties the only barrier between their skin that was touching in every other place.
His hands smoothed over her back, groping at her hips and ass. She didn’t mind it except for the fact it was slowly but surely eroding her willpower. “Eddie,” she gasped when he gave her ass a particularly rough squeeze.
“Please. I need you.” His open mouth was ghosting over her neck, leaving a wet line of what could be considered kisses. They were messy and his lips and tongue were unbearably hot, raising her body temperature even more.
“Fuuuuck. I know.” She couldn't help the way her hips grinded down against his.
“Let me help you. I can make you feel better,” he pleaded, sliding his fingers past the barrier of her panties. He didn’t move them further, just let them rest there as he looked down at her for confirmation.
She nodded, urging him to continue. “This is such a bad idea.” The words coming out of her mouth directly contradicted the way she whined and writhed on his fingers.
“Oh fuck. Holy shit. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as she tightened around his fingers, bucking his hips up to brush his cock against her soft skin.
She pulled away, frantically tugging her panties off and settling her hips directly over his. “Fuck me. You can fuck me. Please,” she whined, gripping his cock in her hand and lining him up with her entrance.
“Yeah. Yeah. Ok.” He breathed in deeply, gripping her hips and dragging her down onto him.
He was surprisingly strong, although some of that might have something to do with the plant he had inhaled driving his actions. He slid her warmth over him, thrusting as deep as he could manage from his place below her. “So good,” he slurred.
Her tits bounced from the movement, drawing his eyes away from where they were connected. He shifted to sit up, now at eye level with her he could bend down and wrap his mouth around one of her nipples.
“Fuck. Yes.” She slid a hand into his hair, yanking the strands more forcefully than she meant to. It didn’t seem to bother him based on the way his moan vibrated against the skin of her chest.
“Not gonna last,” he admitted, his hands gripping her hips forming dark bruises on the skin there.
“Me neither,” she gasped, speeding her pace to chase her own release.
Both of their release spilling down her thighs and onto his stomach only distracted them for a moment before the intense urge was back again, this time tenfold.
He slipped out, flipping them around so she was face forward against the couch, ass sticking up in the air. She felt his hardness pressed to her backside, already throbbing with need again. “Keep going,” she moaned, pushing back against him.
That was all the confirmation he needed to plunge back into her, long hard thrusts shaking both of them to her core. An obscene squelching sound along with the slapping of their skin filled the air. “How. Are. You. So. Warm,” he choked out.
“Fever,” she answered, although it was more of a muffled whine since her mouth was covered from being shoved face first into the pillows of the couch.
Her legs were shaking from the way he was pounding into her but she couldn’t bear for him to stop long enough to change positions. Since he was hitting a place inside her she didn’t even know was there, and she never wanted him to stop.
“Right-right there,” she screamed, reaching a hand back to grab his own. It was grounding to her in a way but it also meant she only had one arm holding her up so when she came she promptly slumped over.
He pulled out and helped her turn her over to lay on her back. She stared up at him, fucked out expression in her eyes.
With one arm he held himself up and the other cupped her face. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Feels better,” she murmured, craning her head up to chase his lips when he pulled back.
“Me too,” he responded, laying his head on her chest and settling his weight between her thighs. He snaked his hand down to her cunt, pushing his fingers in and out of her with the lubrication of their cum soaking down to his wrist.
She stared down at him, watching his actions and the milky substance he was playing with. “What if I have weird evil UpsideDown babies?” she asked, half joking and half seriously concerned.
“I would love them as my own,” he replied simply.
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No Nut November - Duff
A/n: These were meant to be all put into one but then I made Duff's really long, then I made Axl's even longer, now I'm working on Steven's but the other's will also be posted separately, either way I hope you enjoy :3
Also if anyone wants to request more for Duff... ;)
Warnings: Smut, no nut November, fingering (f receiving), I completely forget everything that happened since I wrote it so if I missed anything please let me know :3
Intro
Duff walked out of the studio once they were done for the day. He had completely forgotten about the bet until Axl yelled out to him from across the parking lot. “Don’t let Popcorn win, ya hear?!” Whether he was joking or not Duff couldn’t tell, he didn’t care all too much either.
Honestly, the bet didn’t mean much to him in the first place, he just thought it would be fun to watch everyone else deal with it. He never put too much thought into whether or not he’d win or not, frankly he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get home to his partner.
It was October 31st, his plan was to come home and celebrate Halloween with his love, explain what was happening and see where that went.
He walks through the door and is met with you, his girlfriend, wearing what could potentially be the most revealing costume he’s ever seen in his life.
You did a little spin as you frolicked over to him. “You like it?” You asked with a big grin.
“Like what, the two inches of fabric covering your whole body?” He asked, a smile on his face as he admired you, his hands quickly finding their way to your hips.
“What, you no like?” You asked, looking down at yourself. “I got it for the party tonight.” Duff paused, suddenly this hot costume was no longer fun and games.
“You plan on going out in that?” You looked back up to him. “Babe, that’s a fucking thong and some cat ears.” You smiled and turned around.
“There’s a tail, too.” Indeed there was. Duff pulled on the fluffy black thing dangling out of you. A buttplug. You got a buttplug for a costume.
Duff shook his head and pushed your further into your shared apartment. “No way in hell are you leaving in that.” You laughed and flopped over onto the couch. Duff came right over to lay over top of you. “You are staying here with me for one last perfect night.” His lips crashed against yours, you happily went along with it until what he said finally caught up with you.
You pushed him away from you and nearly fell off the couch. “Last night? What do you mean ‘last night’?” You asked, tone full of worry.
Duff thought about what he said for a moment. “Oh, God, no, that’s not- that’s not at all what I meant.” He blurted, pulling you close to him. He sat you in his lap and you shifted uncomfortably due to the toy stuffed inside you. “It’s just, the guys and I made this bet to see who could last the longest through November without cumming.” He explained, toying with your hair. You let out that breath you were holding in and curled into him.
“Jesus, you fucking scared me, Duffy.” You mumbled. The bassist chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. You kissed his jaw, he kissed your nose, then you both met in the middle and your lips collided, ending in a heated makeout session.
You had your night and that was supposed to be that for the month.
A week passed and Duff was seemed fine. He hadn’t had any wet dreams, no real neediness. He did ask you to cover up a little more, though he swears it was because it was chilly. You didn’t necessarily plan on following through on this whole ordeal with him, still you hadn’t made any attempt at anything with or without him.
The first weekend was fine, you had it off and had your fun lying around all day. Monday killed you. Everyone was being an ass, some kid even got on your nerves when he ran into you with an icecream in his hand, getting it all over your new pants.
That night you came home seething, wanting nothing more than to have Duff fuck you into next week but you couldn’t even ask that.
You got in the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you, more than annoyed with the day. Duff poked his head out of the kitchen and, upon seeing you so distraught, he rushed over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. “What happened? Rough day?” He asked as he walked you over to the couch. You groaned loudly. “That bad, huh?” Once he sat down you fell over, lying over the couch and his lap, covering your face with your hands.
“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You grumbled. Your eyes shot open and you slowly moved your hands away from your face, peering up at Duff who glared back at you.
“What was that?” He asked, knowing there wouldn’t be a good answer.
“I-I’m just tired, I didn’t-”
“No, no,” he interrupted, “say it again, I didn’t hear you the first time.” Your lips pursed in a small pout as you stayed looking up at him. “What, you had a bad day and decided to be a brat?” You shook your head. “Thought that I couldn’t do anything about it for a whole month, hm?”
“No, I just-” Duff cut you off again, this time with a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to yelp.
“Say. It. Again.” He repeated. You let out a small whimper. Duff shook his head. “Tsk, tsk... Sweetheart, it’s one thing to say something like that but it’s another to put on this act.” His voice was degrading, cold and mean. By God did it have your cunt blushing for him.
Duff knew he couldn’t fuck you, he’d lose the bet for sure. He didn’t plan on winning but he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of losing, either. To get around this he just fingered you.
He had you in his lap, naked. Your legs hooked for his to give him full access to you and he took full advantage of it, his long, thick fingers pushing deep inside of you. He went slow, making sure to drive you crazy by hitting every spot, then he’d speed up and the room would fill with lewd sounds and loud moans as you cried out for him. Right before you came he’d stop and return to an even slower pace.
You stopped warning him when you were close in hopes of cumming but he knew anyway. “Fuck, Duffy, please! Hah- ‘M so-sorry, please!” You whined, bucking your hips against him, searching for any amount of extra friction, just something to get you over the edge.
“You’re sorry, are you?” He was right by your ear, lips caressing the shell of it. “You’ll be good if I let you cum?” You nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes! Yes, yes, I-I promise, I’ll be good!” You were clenching around his experienced fingers in anticipation. Duff planted a few soft kisses along your neck as he continued his abuse on your hole, bringing you even closer to your release.
“Cum for me, baby, cum on daddy’s fingers.” He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back, your head fell onto his shoulder and your back arched as you came hard around his fingers.
You two never usually even made it a week without some kind of intimacy, even when he was on the road you’d call. That, paired with how much he teased you had a familiar yet different feeling building in your gut.
Instead of simply waves of pleasure rocking through you a gush of liquid shot out. It took Duff a second to realise what was happening but when he did he was quick to change tactics and pulled his fingers out of you to play with your clit, wanting to see as much of you squirting as he could.
He let you finish and gave you an extra few minutes to come back down from that. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His voice was soft and sweet in your ear, a full 180 from the tone he had earlier.
You shrugged. “One of us had to this month.” You joked, your voice airy and tired.
“You thought I could see that and not cum?” You looked up at him with a brow raised. You twisted in his lap to see the giant stain forming in his shorts. “Your ass kept rubbing against me, I gave up halfway through, that was just the cherry on top.” He explained and pulled you to him, kissing your neck again. “You know,” he started, “now that there isn’t a bet to worry about...” He trailed off.
Your brows raised and a smile came onto your face. You stood up and slowly started walking to the bedroom. When you were only a few steps away you turned back to him. “Last one in bottoms.” You teased. Duff booked it to the bedroom.
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"If you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend." "I can most definitely be both?" "Nah."
hughes sister saying that to jack and being like he can’t be my brother and best friend because that’s already luke
I was waiting for this one!! I hope you like it!!
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Jack wasn't the only middle child in the Hughes family, but he most definitely suffered from Middle Child Syndrome the most. Quinn was busy hanging out with his friends, and his younger two siblings always seemed to leave him out, whether that be on purpose or not was up for debate. Sometimes he just felt forgotten.
The truth is that Luke was like your child growing up. When he was a baby, he was basically a living babydoll. You dressed him up, helped feed him, bathe him, the whole ordeal. When he was old enough to walk, the trouble that the two of you got into was endless. He made sure that when he started to get serious about hockey that you didn't feel left out, always prioritizing your once a week gossip session that took place in your room as you did your skincare routine on you and him while catching him up with what's going on in your life.
The whole Hughes family knew the routine, no interrupting the gossip session, but Jack couldn't help but eaves drop on what you were telling Luke.
"...so I'm standing there, actually watching this dude lie straight through his teeth, telling me that he didn't try to hook up with my friend. Did he think she wouldn't send me the screenshots? I mean seriously..." Jack could hear through the rather thin walls from the place where he was standing in the hallway.
He was about to head to his room, but just as he was passing your bedroom door it opened, like a scene straight out of a movie, hitting him smack dab in the middle of his face.
"Dude this is sad. Are you this desperate to try to be in our circle?" Luke patted his brother on the shoulder as you got closer to the scene.
You and Luke communicated in almost a telepathic way, passing a glance that said it would be ok if Jack joined just this once.
"Come on you idiot," You took his arm and pull him into your room.
He looked between you and Luke, noticing some sort of mask covering both of your faces.
"What the fuck is on your face," Jack laughed as he started to pay attention to his younger brother.
"Don't knock it until you try it," He replied, sipping on a glass of water.
"So what brings you here today," You piped up, curious as to why your older brother was all of a sudden interested in your gossip day with Luke.
"I heard you talking about a boy," Admittedly, he knew it was kind of weird to be listening in on his little sister's love life, but he liked to think that they could be close enough to fill each other in on important information.
He noticed that you were preparing something, and then saw that you were coming towards him with whatever was already on Luke's face.
"No way in hell is that going on my face," He tried to defend himself, but Luke holding his arms behind his back revealed that there was no point in trying.
"If you want to be in on the gossip, you can't skip skincare," You said, applying the mask evenly over Jack's face.
"So you heard what I was saying?" You asked, biting your tongue and concentrating on not making a mess on your floor.
"Mhm," Jack hummed.
"Any advice?" You were actually curious about what he had to say considering he could be the type of dude to do some stupid shit like you had experienced.
"Don't give him the time of day. Know your worth. I mean you got some pretty badass brothers, so you shouldn't expect anything less from a guy," He advised, his eyes closed trying to avoid getting anything in them.
"I think that's why I keep getting disappointed. I mean, not counting Jack, you and Quinn set the bar high for expectations from a guy," Your comment is directed at Luke, but you give Jack a cheeky glance.
"Hey! I'm sitting right here..." He feigned hurt, his hand covering his heart to add to the dramatics.
"No, but seriously. Mom and Dad didn't raise you to settle. Don't compromise your standards for a guy that isn't worth it." Jack's advice was filled with love, something that he wasn't very serious about most of the time, especially with his siblings. They all loved each other, but they rarely expressed it through words.
"Thanks, Jack. You know, if you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend," You passed him one of your headbands so that he would stop fidgeting and pushing his hair back with his fingers.
"I can most definitely be both?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused on how he can only qualify for the sibling portion of your comment.
"Nah," Luke piped in, scrolling through his social media on his phone.
"And why's that," Jack questioned, watching as his two younger siblings began to look at each other.
"Listen, Jack. Bud. I love you, but as you can see my best friend slot is kind of filled by Luke. We do love you, though!" You called after him as he began to leave your room.
"Where are you going?" Luke called to Jack right behind you.
"To look for someone to fill my best friend slot since you two obviously have no availability!"
As if on cue, Quinn walked through the living room door, almost hitting Jack again.
"Watch where you're go-" He began, but as soon as he saw what was on his brother's face he folded over laughing.
"What is on your face?" Quinn asked between breaths, trying to hold his composure.
Jack flipped him off, but turned to the two younger siblings that were hanging out of your bedroom doorway.
"I'm sure Quinn would love to be my best friend," Jack narrowed his eyes at you, causing you to giggle.
"Not with whatever is on your face," Quinn chuckled and ruffled Jack's hair.
"I hate you all," Jack rolled his eyes as he made his way to his room.
Although he said it, he'd never mean it. Even if Luke was your so-called best friend, at the end of the day you all knew that it was the four of you against the world. You all would do anything for each other with no questions asked. The four of you may be dispersed across the country at any given point, but eventually you all would find your way home to each other.
“I’ll be your best friend, Jacky Boy,” Quinn knocked on Jack’s door, a suppressed laugh threatening to spill.
“Fuck off,” Jack threw back.
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Jaune was working as usual until he heard his scroll. He looks to see Blake calling him. He answers.
Blake: Jaune we need to talk.
Jaune: *putting a baby to sleep while controlling kids* Blake I am a little busy at the moment.
Blake: Jaune we need to discuss why you quit your position.
Jaune: I don’t know maybe because I’m not needed and might as well use my time to get stronger and probably be more useful.
Yang: Jaune come on you were plenty useful in the nursing.
Jaune: Yang they have medical professionals. They were fine without me. Plus I go back there every morning. I never left. I even have them on my scroll. They call me too. So what’s the problem?
Robyn: Look we just need you to start pulling your weight and do your job.
Jaune: *triggered*
Kid #1: Ooo you messed up lady.
Jaune”s teacher 1: Honey you felt that, right?
Jaune’s teacher 2: Mm-hm someone about to get their ass beat. And my son is about to do it.
Jaune’s teacher 1: Honey we already got ten kids.
Jaune’s teacher 2: And I love them but their still children. They don’t know how bad adulthood is yet.
Jaune: Little bi- *remembers the children* You know what how about we have a meeting about this okay?
Robyn: Fine.
The next day everyone gathered around for the meeting with Jaune being in the room first. After everyone finished what they had to say, Jaune presented himself and replied.
Jaune: So, everyone good? Okay, I’ll make this quick. I have been doing my job better than almost all of you. Almost.
Qrow: Jaune what do you mean you have been messing up-
Jaune: I know the man who can change into a bird and is a legend yet still can’t watch over a maiden and his nieces for shit is talking to me.
Qrow: Now hold up son I’ll beat-
Jaune: Bro you are the reason Clover is dead. And the reason Tyrian escaped along with Robinhood over there.
Robyn: Hey.
Jaune: And speaking of you, Ms. Hill, how the hell was Penny defending your city better than you or any of your Happy Huntresses considering the amount of citizens who got hurt?
May: Hey we had to evacuate our citizens cause your team deserted us.
Jaune: Well sorry, it is not like one of my friends wasn’t kidnapped and was about to die at any given moment.
Yang: You could have helped.
Jaune: Bitch you told me not to fight. Hell we almost got him back too. Oh. And we were planning to come back. However, we were captured because I was trying to warn someone of an upcoming attack. Which happened and yet some stubborn mother fuckers wouldn’t listen. Cause they were fixated on looking for Penny.
Winter: Mm he did. But you
Jaune: Yeah-yeah I know, the Ironwood and Ruby bs. And speaking of that wouldn’t James have killed everyone anyway if we hadn’t stopped him?
Qrow: Not to mention Harriet almost dropped a whole bomb on Mantle to kill everyone.
Harriet: Okay rude.
Yang: Okay Jaune-
Jaune: Bitch don’t get me- don’t get me started on you. You have been getting your ass beat as of late. Like in Atlas and Mantle, I don't know how that’s possible, but me and my men, have been carrying you throughout the whole ordeal. All you have been doing was not knowing how to shut the hell up.
Yang: um…
Jaune: Like you was talking about the Ace-ops and Winter following orders yet you were following Ozpin’s,Ruby’s, Ironwood's and better yet, you were following my orders. At least I was coming up with a plan. I was helping Ren. Being a leader. What were you doing other than Blake?
Blake: Alright Jaune, calm down, You have made your point.
Jaune: Oh no the fuck I haven't. Are you Ruby's sister?
Blake: No.
Jaune: Mm I wonder what drew me to that conclusion considering you have been acting like her sister more than a blond brawler over here? Both moms left her too, yet she looked for the one who never raised her.
Yang: *tears dropping from her eyes*
Nora: Wow Jaune, that's cold.
Jaune: Nora. Ren. My supposedly two remaining teammates.
Ren: Come on not again. Jaune, Ruby already told us everything. What can you possibly say that she hasn't told us yet?
Jaune: For someone who was on James's dick you never once tried to snitch on us. In fact you been kinda rude half the time.Then you decided to speak out against Harriet like you and Yang didn't argue before we got caught.
Ren: That was because she was insulting Pyrrha.
Jaune: Which I understand but I thought we were past that already.
Ren: Well I was the reason Winter agreed to your plan. And I was the reason we survived the whale to find Oscar.
Jaune: Emerald and Hazel saved Oscar before we had a chance. We basically went in there for nothing. And you almost started a fight with Harriet.
Winter: Also I was a little hesitant but I agreed to the plan. Mainly more hostages. You wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t jumped in.
Jaune: More importantly if I were to have thrown the relic into the mix, which had one question left by the way, you're telling me Harriet wouldn't agree to let us go. Mainly because they were looking for Penny regardless.
Nora: Wow Jaune you would thrown Penny under the bus that easily?
Jaune: If it meant a negotiation with James, probably, yes. And Nora, weren't you unconscious throughout half that experience?
Nora: I saved team RWBY.
Jaune: Who hasn't? Cause I recall, Qrow, Oobleck, Gylanda, us, CVFY, Ace-ops, James, and Ozpin. You ain’t special.
Oscar: Damn.
Jaune: Oscar you decided to meet James and try to talk. After he made us wanted criminals. What were you thinking?
Oscar: At least I tried to reassure him.
Jaune: And you got shot. Mother fucker you were wasting time and our efforts. Next time no one might not be able to help you. And Ozpin? It took a whole pile of shit to happen for you to finally came out and help?
Oscar(Ozpin): Mr. Arc it was not that bad.
Jaune: He got shot. Manhandled by a Grimm. And beat up by an old man. Come on.
Ozpin: … …
Jaune: Don’t get me started on how you fucked up years before.
Pietro: Jaune. You killed my-
Jaune: I killed Penny and saved Winter. Winter was Ironwood's second in command and was in charge of a whole army during a full-scale invasion. The fact Penny had Weiss, Ruby, Blake, Yang, and Nora to choose from proves she knew all of them weren't up to the task. Plus I was trying to help her but my options were limited. I did what I had to. I’m sorry.
Pietro: You could have-
Jaune: Healed her? I TRIED!!! However let's discuss how I have been carrying every damn body on my back. I had to help Ren multiple times when using his semblance. I had to heal Oscar. Heal Nora. Amplify Weiss and Penny when it came to her virus. Hell fourth wall breaking did anyone think for a second I amplified Ren ahead of time so he can mask those same thousands of people.
RWBY fan: …. ….
Jaune: All that while running, fighting and surviving while having barely enough sleep or energy. Hell, my aura kept breaking multiple times. I am surprised I haven't passed out yet.
Winter: Mm he made his point.
Weiss: Winter, why are you siding with him so quickly?
Winter: First off I am alive because of him. Second, Weiss, you lied to my face. Like I was open with you and you never once came to me with the truth. I'm your sister. You're lucky I was willing to side with you at all.
Jaune: Facts. And for someone who lived in Atlas, you barely did shit to save it.
Weiss: I sent ships to help Mantle.
Winter: That's the thing though Mantle. You did nothing for Atlas at all. And how did you send those ships?
Weiss: Well it was mainly Whitley.
Winter: I rest my case.
Jaune: Also aren't you Ruby’s partner? Why are Oscar, Blake, and myself filling in those shoes more than you?
Yang: Well in the Ever After you-
Jaune: I was trying to find a way home by learning the story. But as the saying goes, “Don’t trust everything you read.” And sorry for protecting a civilization from killing itself even though that was the only thing keeping me sane.
Yang: *silent*
Blake: They came back though.
Jaune: They don’t remember me or their past lives. They died and came back only to die again. Not to mention I had to leave my second and long-time companion and place her in the care of a rat. Not only that I had a whole map of the Ever After. I wasn't playing around. I was seriously trying to find a way home. Yet you called me crazy.
Blake: *silent*
Jaune: Here is what I am saying, true enough I can't fight for anything but I at least help in areas none of you can seem to grasp. I have to sacrifice my mental and physical well-being to support ya’ll. I have been doing my job as a huntsman, teammate and a friend than almost any of you.
Nora: But Jaune you’re our leader we need you.
Jaune: I recall the majority of times you two barely follow my orders. Ruby is your leader. I don’t recall having a team move with either of you. Not just that you have Oscar and Emerald so fuck both of you.
Ren: Are we that bad of a team?
Jaune: Yeah, and what’s crazier is I have a family I haven’t seen in years yet I’m still prioritizing a city full of savages, and you all as my friends when I can just pull a Raven and leave you be.
Yang: DUDE!!
Jaune: I’m just saying I could leave and nothing would change. Now I’m leaving cause I got a job to do!*leave*
Qrow: Well damn.
Nora: I guess we all made mistakes.
Ren: Yes.
Weiss: I’m going to call Ruby and see if we can hang out.
Yang: Can we make that a double?
Oscar: Um Nora do you think-
Nora: Calm down Oscar. Jaune may be upset but he’ll be fine. He wouldn’t leave us like that.
A few weeks later.
Ruby: Hey everyone we’re back.
Team RWBY saw a crying Nora in Ren’s arms and defeated Qrow comforted by Oscar. Ruby looks to see a letter and picks it up. Ruby and her team read the letter. Afterward, Yang is shocked, and Weiss is sad as Blake comforts them. Ruby on the other hand steps out and then stares at the sky. A tear flows down her eye.
Ruby: Well, at least you have the common decency to tell me what you’re up to. But still…*sigh* Hope you find what you're looking for my friend. And… … Please… come back safely.
Jaune was flying on a Nevermore along with Emerald who snuck aboard to his surprise. Jaune, though irritated, continued flying as she held onto him.
Emerald: I can’t believe you tamed a Nevermore.
Jaune: Yeah-yeah anyways why did you follow me here?
Emerald: Hey someone has to watch your back.
Jaune: You are the last person I want to cover my back.
Emerald: Well don’t be rude. But also…
Jaune: What?
Emerald: Jaune… Salem is after you.
Jaune: Really? Why? I don’t recall being a silver-eyed warrior or Ozpin’s vessel. So why me? Also, how do you know?
Emerald: Mercury told me and even he doesn’t know. He just overheard Tyrian about you.
Jaune: I fought with him a week ago. (Should’ve killed him too.) Still doesn’t make sense though. Did he hear anything from Cinder?
Emerald: No.
Jaune: Look I already left the kingdom. Cinder mainly wants Ruby dead. And Salem will be too preoccupied to do anything about me. We’re under clear.
Somewhere in Vacuo, Tyrian and Mercury were speaking to Salem and Cinder through one of her sphere Grimm. Salem hears Jaune has left the kingdom of Vacuo and is enraged.
Salem: WHAT?!
Tyrian: I’m sorry mistress. Please calm down.
Salem: *breaths* Very well. Cinder will meet you both in Vacuo. Therefore we will split our efforts into two. You three along with our allies will search and kill the Summer Maiden along with team RWBY and their annoying friends. I will send a request to half of them to assist me in finding him. I may even need them.
Tyrian: Them ma’am?
Salem: Yes, them.
Tyrian: Very well my queen. We will not fail you.
Salem ends the call while Cinder stands before her with an angered look in her eye.
Salem: What is it, my dear?
Cinder: Why are you after Jaune?
Salem: Why do you ask?
Cinder Ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude but that boy isn’t worth our efforts at all.
Salem: Hm… really? So how come he’s alive?
Cinder: By sheer luck of course.
Salem: True. However, there is no doubt he has gotten in the way of our plans. Like with killing the Schnee girl. Or getting the winter maiden’s power.
Cinder: *nervous* Those were my failures, ma’am.
Salem: Regardless I need him alive.
Cinder: But why though.
Salem: His semblance and aura. With his semblance along with Gillian's, I might be able to push our army further to evolution. But I need his power to do it.
Cinder: Then allow me to-
Salem: *snaps*
Cinder was shut off as she could feel pain from her Grimm arm. Salem turns around and looks to Cinder and say as she closes in on her.
Salem: I recall sending you to handle said children and what happened? Oh. You costed me knowledge. You lost the maiden powers to another huntress. Hazel and Emerald betrayed us. And worse of all you lost two useful people.
Cinder: But I gave you creation. Surly that makes up- *feels greater pain*
Salem; Ever since you came back you have been getting cocky and more foolish by the day. Draining my resources. Right now, all I want from you to do is simply play nice and follow orders. Like a good little doll.
Cinder was terrified as she stared at Salem’s as she leaned down to look closer at Cinder’s frightened gaze.
Salem: Understand this Cinder. I was the reason you managed to obtain and control that power you have in your possession. However, you so far have continued to prove how undeserving you are of said power and responsibility that comes with it. So let me break this down for you. If you so much as make a mistake, further disrupt my plans, or worse fail me…
Cinder: … ….
Salem: I will take everything from you. Do you understand child?
Cinder: Yes m- *screams* Yes… my queen.
Salem: Good. Now leave.
Cinder gets up and leaves for Vacuo. Salem on the other hand walks around her castle until she reaches her destination. There she opens a huge door. She walks through the door only to be greeted by multiple eyes.
Salem: Hello my children.
???: Greetings Mother.
Salem: Mother is sorry. I wish I didn’t have to send you to do this. But there is no one but you that I trust to do this task
???: Anything Mother.
Salem uses her Grimm to present an image of the target.
Salem: Find this boy. Do however you feel it takes to bring him back alive.
???: May we have fun hunting him Mother.
Salem: *smile* Of course, my children. You may torture him and do as you see fit.
???: Yes mother. It shall be done.
Salem: Then go.
#rwby#jaune arc#ruby rose#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#nora valkyrie#lie ren#qrow branwen#penny polendina#raven branwen#pietro polendina#winter schnee#james ironwood#ace ops
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i'm very fond of the idea of patricia becoming close with the losers when they're adults (after derry part 2 in which stan survives because its MY headcanon and i make the rules) and i need you guys to consider that she fucking hates bill's writing in the novel. stan buys bill's books when they come out and patty tried to read them and i don't have the book with me right now so i can't get the direct quote but her response basically amounted to "why would anyone want to read something so awful!?"
so imagine her husband gets back from this whole ordeal and he has all these new friends with him now and one of them is that guy who wrote all those shitty books she hates! like thats so funny to me. at first she tries to pretend she thinks his writing his good "oh i haven't read any of your work but stanley loves it! it's so amazing you're such a talented writer" but eventually he finds out she thinks his writing is utter dogshit and he can't even find it in himself to be offended because she's so outraged that it's kinda hilarious. i think she would lighten up on her criticism a bit after talking to him about his books but she would give him so much hell for his ridiculous premises. she still refuses to read more than a chapter of any of the books. she watches one movie based off one of his books and is absolutely horrified by it and refuses to watch any more, he insists it was just a bad adaptation.
bill and patty friendship PLEASE it'd be so funny
i think this becomes 100x funnier if she thinks richie's funny, and in this AU he has a comeback writing his own material after derry 2 and she loves his acts. like bill is just standing there with his horror novels like, "wait so she thinks my novels are reprehensible but richie's comedy isn't????" like that's hilarious. imagine being bill and someone thinking the content of your novels is more crass than the content of richie "trashmouth" tozier's stand-up???? richie is delighted when he finds out and takes every possible opportunity to make fun of bill for being a godless heathen among other things
#patricia uris#patricia blum#bill denbrough#richie tozier#it 2017#it 2019#it novel#it stephen king#it 1986#patricia blum uris#red's ramblings#posts afflicted with a strange sickness
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a thing i see a lot of the times is geno being characterized as a good person. and i mean sure, he did do the right thing in the end in aftertale, and he loves his brother unfathomably so, but geno didn’t turn into error, a murderer, for no reason
geno’s life was ruined. and so what did he to do try and fix it?? he tried to destroy his own timeline without considering anyone else’s opinions!! he tried to convince sans to do it too, and yet when sans disagreed he sent sans through agonizing memories to get him to agree. it backfired horribly, but geno was willing to attack sans (protect papyrus) just because his way wasnt working. sure, he wanted the best for everyone and especially for his brother, but his ways of doing it are terrible and he’s extremely selfish and somewhat narcissistic. even after the whole ordeal, geno didn’t stop being a piece of shit. like, he played with his determination?? didnt heed sans’s warnings to STOP before shit went south?? and what did geno do? listen? no… he continued until he inevitably fucked up.
he was curious about his determination and ruined his happy ending. he literally ruined what he had because he was curious and he wouldn’t listen to someone who genuinely cares about him.
aaand i mean. yeah… geno would be let into the ot… and yeah he’s got good intentions… but im so freaking tired of people thinking hes genuinely a good person who would never make mistakes (also in terms of afterdeath he’d be a horrible father). even after going through save screen hell he didnt stop being selfish and narcissistic and fucking pissy and stupid. get better geno
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two mugs, half empty — luke alvez
pairing : luke alvez x bau!gn!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic) ➖⟢ genre : hurt/comfort ➖⟢ cw : feelings of guilt and shame, nightmare mentions, talk of canon typical violence, crying ➖⟢ wc : 2.8K
“you look like hell.”
“wow, thank you, luke. way to compliment somebody,” you deadpan, even though he said it with a voice full of empathy. he gives you a good-natured roll of his eyes before his face returns to that concerned look you opened your apartment door to.
“but seriously, did you sleep at all over the weekend?” you want to hate how much he cares about you, but the sincerity of his voice has you nearly ready to cave.
“come in,” you offer, completely ignoring his question because the answer is “no, not really.” he raises his eyebrows at your lack of response, but steps in after you anyways. he can guess the answer well enough from the exhaustion evident in your whole figure.
you sit down with him in the kitchen, grabbing him a glass of water before he can say no to it. his gaze on you is heavy, but you ignore it in favor of examining the wood of the table in front of you. since you won’t say anything, he goes first.
“i came to check on you,” he states the obvious, “i’m– we’re kinda worried about you, you know? like, you haven’t responded to any of my texts all day and you never call in sick, even when you probably should, so i figured you’d probably be bedridden for you to make the choice to stay home.” he pauses for a long moment, as if inviting for you to explain why you’re, in fact, not bedridden, and not really physically sick at all. you don’t say a word. “so,” he prompts, “what’s up? why’d you turn down drinks with the rest of the team on saturday? kinda feels like you’re avoiding us.”
“i am avoiding you guys,” your voice comes out far quieter than you intended. you had wanted to sound nonchalant, and all you got was exhaustion. you sigh before continuing, “because you’re profilers and i don’t want to talk about it.” he sighs too.
“if it’s so bad that you went to the lengths to call off sick from work to avoid talking about it, it seems to me like it’s something you should talk about.”
you turn your head even further from him because you know he’s right. you’ve been holed up in your apartment, agonizing over what happened three nights ago, desperate to scream and cry about it to someone else. god knows you’ve done enough of that with yourself, but you’re reverting to old habits and it feels like you’re back to only knowing how to avoid, avoid, and keep avoiding.
“listen, i don’t want to push you, but i need you to know that i’m here for you.” his hand hovers over yours for a moment, silently asking permission before gently wrapping his fingers around yours. you clench your jaw and bite the inside of your cheek to keep tears from forming in your eyes. honestly, you didn’t think you could produce anymore, but here you are, trying not to cry in front of your coworker turned close friend whom you’ve probably upset by ignoring him.
luke gains a little bit of hope when you squeeze his hand. he squeezes back, hoping you feel the love and care that he puts into it. you do, and it doesn’t help your case with the whole crying ordeal.
“thanks,” you whisper. the thickness in your voice completely gives you away. tilting your head up to try to stop the flow of tears is plain old silly at this point, and he watches with a weight heavy on his heart as they overflow and fall down your cheeks. the tears catch in the light of the only lamp that’s turned on in the room. “fuck. goddammit,” you curse through the tears, well aware they won’t stop anytime soon. “luke,” you cry.
“i’m here,” he replies so earnestly without missing a beat that you begin to cry harder. that’s the last straw for him. quickly, he stands and wraps you up in his arms without a second thought. with you sitting, your face barely reaches his chest, and your arms reach around his lower torso. he’s got one hand rubbing up and down your back, the other cradling the back of your head into him. the way you hold onto him is desperate and breaks his heart, but he’s glad to give you something that you so clearly need. comfort.
“i–,” you try to explain, but you can’t get anywhere before choking on your own sobs.
“shhh, it’s okay. just let it out. i’m not going anywhere.” and he sticks to that promise, standing strong and unwavering, even after your tears run out and you can’t find it in yourself to pull away from him just yet. he doesn’t force a thing, just strokes the back of your head gently as a silent reminder that he’s there.
when you finally pull away, it’s only by a few inches, and he keeps his hands right where they are. he looks down at your face as you stare at the maroon fabric of his shirt and the tear stain you left behind. slowly, as if to not startle you, he bends down to be closer to your level. at first, you avoid meeting his eyes, but when the hand on your shoulder shifts up to your cheek and he gently wipes at the leftover tears, you let your gaze meet his. he gives you a smile, small and comforting, before speaking softly.
“i’m gonna make you some tea, alright?”
when you nod, his hands slide away from you, hesitant to let you go. your gaze follows his form as he turns and walks to the counter behind you, first grabbing your favorite mug from the cabinet and taking the liberty to grab one for himself too. then he’s at the pantry for the tea bags and he can feel your eyes on him. once the tea bags are on the counter, he’s by your side again. he gives you another soft smile as he grips the sides of your chair and turns it and you to face the counter. somehow luke just knows that him staying in your line of sight is a comfort to you, proof that he’s right there. he doesn’t want you to have to strain your neck in order to feel safe.
his silence as he fills and turns on the kettle, then sits back down beside you to wait for it to boil is a comfort too. it makes a difference that he’s not making you explain anything.
with him, the passage of time isn’t so horrible, and it’s easy to wait for the tea to be ready. when he sets the mug down in front of you, he tells you to be careful since it’s hot, even though you already know it. that’s when you make the decision that you will tell him what’s kept you holed up in your apartment for three days straight, what made you cry into his arms and skip work today.
it takes you four minutes of failed attempts to open your mouth and force a sound out of your throat before you finally get any words out. four minutes of sipping tea and thinking about how to start or how grateful you are that he’s here.
first comes a big, deep breath and another long moment of quiet. and then you realize you can’t just get into you, so you do your best and start by skirting around the actual problem.
“i know this job–” you have to clear your throat, “i know this job is really hard.” that sentence is kind of stupid purely because of how obvious it is, but you’ve at least started to tell him what this is all about. “and we’ve all learned ways to cope with that. i just– the way that, uh,” you pause to try and collect yourself a bit, but it does nothing to keep your voice from getting quiet, “the way that this last case ended? it, um, it…” suddenly you’re unsure what to even say. luke places his hand over your own, easing its shaking. you take another deep breath.”i can’t– i can’t get it out of my head. i can’t get her dead body out of my head and i can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault.”
he’s about to say something, assure you that it absolutely was not your fault, but then everything comes tumbling out.
“i know, logically, technically, that it’s not. i know that, i’ve rationalized this whole thing in my head, even out loud, over and over and over again for the past three days. i know, we didn’t profile him to be so paranoid. i played into his narcissism like i was supposed to, like anyone of us would have, but fuck! it was still my words that set him off, the shit i said got a bullet through her brain.” he squeezes your hand in support. “and when i wake up from the nightmares, i can still hear her whimpers as he held her at gunpoint, even worse, arguably, is her mom begging me to bring her home alive that same morning. you know what i told her? that we were doing everything we could to find her and bring her back, i promised.” the tears start up again. “i told her not to give up hope because the people i work with are incredibly good at their jobs. then i see her sobbing in the corner of the police station after rossi told her that her daughter was fucking dead. and you know what i fucking did? i put my head down and walked in the opposite direction with the excuse that reid could use some help taking down the evidence board.”
your voice gets even shakier and the furrow in his worried brow deepens as you continue talking. “and i’m so ashamed, i’m so fucking ashamed, luke. i got her daughter killed and i couldn’t even tell her that–” a sob cuts you off, “that i’m sorry,” you cry. “i couldn’t face her. i couldn’t bear to see her crying about it or try and comfort her about it because i was too goddamn guilty to even look her in the eye. and now i see her and her dead daughter everytime i close my eyes.”
the silence after that is colossally heavy. to hear his softest voice calling your name as you stare into your half empty mug is enough to send more tears rushing down your cheeks. he sounds so heartbroken for you, like even he’s choked up by hearing your longwinded confession.
the way he moves is both careful and purposeful as he stands and urges you back into his embrace. this time your crying is quiet, just tears without sobs because you don’t have that left in you. it’s more short lived because it seems like your body’s finally run out of tears to give too. with one side of your face pressed against his shirt and his hands holding you there, it does feel a bit easier to breathe.
when he starts to talk, his voice is as soft as it has been all night. “i don’t want to tell you to just not feel ashamed or guilty. i wish you wouldn’t have to feel that way, really. but i want you to know that i understand. i don’t want to invalidate those things because they are real and they hurt and i understand why you’re feeling them. but it is not your fault. not for one second is it your fault. i’m sure you’ve reminded yourself this already, but we can never forget that it is only ever the fault of the people who pull the trigger on innocent lives.”
you nod because he’s right, you’ve told yourself that many times. but you realize it makes a difference to hear these things out of his mouth, not just from your mind that was only desperate to ease your guilt. you suppose that’s what he wants too, but it’s somehow better.
he pulls away from you, and positions the chairs so that you’re sitting knee to knee as he holds both of your hands in his. he looks you in the eye as he speaks, every ounce of sincerity visible in his face and easy to hear in his voice.
“and we just can’t be perfect, we can’t be expected to be everything for everyone every time. dealing with family members who have lost their loved ones is one of, if not the, hardest thing that we have to do for this job. rossi was there for her this time, and it’s okay if it was too hard for you. what you did is completely understandable and completely okay. throughout this whole case, you followed procedure and you followed the profile. we all did. so if any of us stood where you did, with the mother and with the unsub, the same exact same thing could have happened. would you blame me for it if i were in your place?” he gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek.
slowly, with his hand still cupping your face, you shake your head. “and would you forgive me for it?” it takes you a long moment of holding back more cries to answer, silently and slowly again. up and down, just once, you nod your head.
“there’s your answer. you’re allowed to not blame yourself and you’re allowed to forgive yourself. you are allowed to feel okay because we can’t fix this world, but we are making it better and we certainly deserve our own happiness. there will always be people who die and the people they leave behind. we just have to keep going because we are still saving lives. even more, our lives deserve to be protected as much as anyone else’s. we do that by allowing ourselves happiness, a life outside of all of the pain and gore and monsters of the world we work in. i’m sorry, and the things i say can’t make this all just go away. but i’m here for you and i think that being reminded of these things is a must for all of us. today’s one of those days where you deserve to be reminded.”
you don’t even think you could really cry again, even if you wanted to, but you certainly feel like it. only this time, it’s out of relief. your guilty conscience still tries to fight with his words, but the part of you that knows he’s right is holding onto his comfort with all it’s got and it’s making you want to burst into tears again. being reminded of your right to let it go is something you’ve needed, not just for this case, but for months. you didn’t even realize, but you’ve holding onto little things here and there and letting it build up until it all blew up in your face last friday night. so to let that all out and feel comforted is a relief far stronger than anything you’ve felt before.
“thank you.” your voice is back at a whisper, but you hope he can hear how much you mean it. you think he does when he smiles.
“of course. you’ll always have me, and you have everyone else on the team too, you know that.”
you nod and do your best to smile back. “thank you,” you repeat. you don’t even know what else to say. “and um, i’m always here for you too, luke. you know, just when i’m not a complete hot mess.” the lighter tone in your voice as you attempt a joke is luke’s relief, the relief that you’re on the way to feeling better.
“thanks,” he chuckles lightly. the sound makes you glad.
“hey luke?”
“yeah?” he replied in earnest, eager to give.
“can we order some thai food and watch movies until we fall asleep on the couch?”
that really makes him happy, and he grins like he always does to show it. “you know it.” so, he buys you food and tells you to pick all the movies. he lets you lean on him when you get tired, then carries you to bed and tucks you in when you fall asleep halfway through the first film. he stalls in your room by fixing the hair the falls onto your face and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. then he leaves the door cracked, just in case, and takes a while to fall asleep on your couch after putting the leftovers in the fridge. he cries a little, because he hates that it’s so hard for you, and it’s hard for him too.
at the end of the day though, he’s just glad you’ll be okay.
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The Session
By Starr Devereauxx
Being a photographer in Los Angeles has truly been quite the ordeal. I love the freedom of it, but everyone thinks they are a star in this city. I love what I do. The creativity of it. Makes my heart truly smile. There are some mornings that I just get up with my camera and take pictures on my morning walk. It’s a calming feeling just being one with nature, camera in hand.
This morning I woke up refreshed and somewhat nervous for today’s client. I’ve worked with him before but since we have been following each other on social media and making a connection creatively, I find myself becoming more interested and intrigued with him. I met him at a vendor’s booth at a local festival 2 years ago and we have been working together ever since. He called because he wanted to take some new pictures for an upcoming business expo and he wanted to mix up his photos since he’s the keynote speaker this year. Of course I jumped at the chance to be there for him, this is a big moment for him and I’m glad to be apart of the creative process for him.
We scheduled for a Saturday morning, the weather was planned to be great that day and that made for good lighting. I was following his lead on location for the shoot. He picked an open field, not too far from my home actually. I almost felt this was weird, because I thought he would want to use a cityscape since it was for a business type event. But this was he vision and I didn’t want to take away from where he saw it going.
I arrived and he was standing there waiting on me. I think I should have worn something a little more comfortable, I almost feel like I’m about to get dirty wearing this. But what the hell, it’s all business.
“Hey Zeke! Bright and early I see” I said to him gingerly.
“Yeah mamas, early bird catches the worm. You know how I am Dev.” He said almost suggestively.
I’ve grown to know Zeke pretty well, and that’s a man that doesn’t play about his business, so yeah, I know how he is in that sense.
“So my idea is to go to the top of this hill and catch all the scenery in the back, just me against the world so to speak.. you get it Dev?” Zeke smiled.
“I sure do, I see it perfectly. But are we supposed to hike up there? I should have worn better shoes. I wish I would have known, I would have brought help for my gear” I said nervously.
“I’m all the help you need, I got you” Zeke looked at me and assured me. I almost took it the wrong way, but I knew he couldn’t possibly be talking to me that way. Something about when Zeke talks to me, I take him super seriously. He just doesn’t play about his shit. I admire that. If I didn’t watch it, I could easily develop a crush. But I never mix business and pleasure. Although it wouldn’t be hard to mix those two together with Zeke. He is the epitome of fine.
Zeke is 6’3, caramel complexion, beautiful black hair with the most luxuriously sexy thick beard adorned on his his face surrounding the most beautiful succulent lips you ever seen. Behind those lips, the most beautiful smile a man could ever have. If you were awesome enough, he might show it to you. Zeke didn’t smile a lot, but he always smiled around me. I took it as a compliment honestly. Zeke stayed in the gym, so his body.. chef’s fucking kiss. He never skipped leg day, shit any day. He looked amazing. But I’ve barely looked at him right? Who am I kidding? I didn’t even wear panties today, that’s how wet he makes me every time I see him. Let me stay focused so I can go home.
Zeke and I began our trek up the hill. Talking and shooting the breeze the whole way up. I’m doing my best not to die on the way up. I’m not a small woman, and I’m carrying all this equipment, trying to talk at the same time is pulling a miracle.
We make it to the top. He’s super excited to get started. I start to put my camera together and I immediately start shooting. He’s posing and doing a great job, I never seen him this into it. This isn’t our first time shooting, but he’s serving it up today. Wonder what’s gotten into him today?
We are sharing stories from our week during the shoot so there’s no uncomfortable silences while we work. There’s a look in his eyes, almost like he’s looking past the camera and looking directly at me. I’m doing my best to not overthink because if I didn’t know any better, I would think I’m getting a vibe here. But not Zeke, I’m not even his type.. at least I don’t think. I’ve never talked to him on that level. I always keep it professional.
“I have another outfit, let me change” Zeke stops me.
I turn red immediately. Change? Where nigga? There’s no bathroom here. He begins to take his clothes off and let me tell you, he truly misses no days at the gym. He takes off his pants and I don’t know what that family size Pringles can is laying on his left leg is, but he should call a doctor and get that checked. I’m choking from here and I haven’t even gotten on my knees, that’s how big it is.
I swallowed slowly and turned around like I wasn’t staring that whole time. I’m sure he caught me gawking at him like a ravenous beast. But I keep it professional, so he didn’t see me.. right?
“Dev, you ready? You can turn around now” Zeke said softly.
I turn around, but his pants weren’t up yet. Not only were they not up, other items had been removed. He’s ass naked. I stare, mouth agape.
“Zeke, what part of the game is this?” I said with my voice literally shaking.
“I didn’t want to be prepared for this. I want some pictures of me nude. Professional ones, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do them. I didn’t want to ask first, so I thought I would just surprise you…. Surprise” he said slowly.
“Well hell yeah, this is truly a surprise, but I don’t mind. I got you. This is art, and that’s all I see this as. You displaying your art. I got this. I got this” I said trying to convince myself that I don’t want his dick in every hole I have. He’s so gorgeous I’d let him fuck my inner ear cavity. So I’m gonna sit here, do my job and lie to myself like I don’t want him to blow my back out.
We begin working again. This time some wind picked up, just my luck because now he’s sporting a giant erection. I can’t ignore this. I’m trying hard, I’m trying as hard as his dick is.. and that’s REALLY hard.
“Can you help me pose for this next part? I wanna make sure I have a good angle.” He said sharply.
POSE HIM!? Touch Zeke while he’s naked! I can’t do this. I’m gonna give him his money back and leave. I can’t do this. If I touch him, I’m gonna most definitely be unprofessional. I don’t wanna lose a client this way.
“Sure” I gulped.
I walked over to him slowly. Slow like a man on death row, because I knew it wasn’t gonna go well when I touched him. At this point I’m not even giving him eye contact anymore. I reach out to touch him to pose him and he quickly grabs my hand and takes my camera out of my hand.
My pulse is fucking racing triple time. I think I’m having a panic attack. Oh no, I fucked up. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.
“It’s okay to look at me Dev, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m just naked. Is that okay? Is my dick being out bothering you?” He said in the most gentle deepest voice possible. His voice felt like a subwoofer booming in my panties. He’s got me so wet, my jeans are finished.
“I.. I just wasn’t prepared for this today Zeke, I just came to take your pictures. It feels like something else is happening here now” I can’t even feel myself breathing.
Zeke looks in my wide innocent looking eyes, and grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me close to him and says “Something else can happen right now if you want, if you don’t want it to, just say the word and I’ll respect your word”
I remained silent.
“Come here” he said as he kissed me and held my face in one hand and my camera in the other hand.
He places my camera on top of my backpack next to him. He takes his other hand and pulls me closer to him. I feel that giant dick pressing against me and grazes my pelvis. I inhale deeply like he put it in me already. My body is starting to feel limp. He’s taking all my energy with every kiss he takes from me. My hands begin to run up and down his chiseled body. He feels amazing all over. How the fuck did we get here? I just came to work. Now I’m in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere making out with my naked client.
I begin to kiss all over his neck all over his chest and down his stomach. I can literally see the main vein in his giant member pulsating, literally waiting to make itself a home in my throat. I’m salivating just making my way down. I bow down before him like I’m about to give thanks and gratitude on both of my knees. This head is about to be religious. I’m ready to give my best in this moment.
I part my lips and gently greeting the tip to the warmth of my mouth. Letting his dick get acquainted with my wet face hole. This will be one of the 3 holes he meets today, so I wanted him to feel the difference between the three. Pursing my lips and allowing him to sleep past my opening straight to my uvula. Punching it with each stroke he takes as he simultaneously covers it in precum.
So here I am, in the middle of this feild, being throat fucked to no end. Zeke’s head is tilted all the way back in the air as he moans into the great wide open. My great wide open is becoming wetter as I sit here on my knees, waiting for my holes to be used. He’s gagging me so hard I almost throw up, but my gag reflexes are stronger than his thrusts.
“I’m so fucking close, I’m gonna paint your fucking throat” Zeke screams out as I am sitting here waiting for him to Picasso me with his ejaculation. He strokes harder and harder, saliva is pouring from the sides of my mouth as my tongue licks all over his shaft and tip. He starts to pick up the pace even more, harder and faster until….
My face is covered in cum. Dripping out of my mouth and covering my lips. My throat is coated. I know I must have seriously swallowed a lot because there was more that came out than what’s covering me.
Zeke stares at me in amazement.
“I think this changes our business relationship a bit Dev” he says while touching my face, rubbing his cum into my lips.
“I want more, my pussy is aching for you to be inside me” I reply to him, uncovering my engorged clit and soaked pussy. Showing him what I want him to destroy.
“How bad do you want me right now Dev? I want you to beg for my dick” Zeke says with all authority in his voice.
He walks over to her, reaching for her. She reaches out her hand, he moves it and grabs her by the neck. She instantly climaxes in his hands. He’s holding Dev his hands as she drops all over the tall grass.. he moves in close to kiss her cum covered lips.
And then…
To be continued.
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how the tables have turned
Summary: “Are we seriously delaying our day so she can pleasure herself? Have you all lost your damn—”
He’s suddenly being yanked back by his shirt. On instinct, he pulls out a dagger, ready to attack, but Jaheira, the perpetrator, takes out her own and holds it at the ready. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Little Star,” she says cheekily.
Pairing: Astarion x Tav (female Tav)
Word count: ~1800
Notes: Here I am on my day off wanting to write fluff and I end up writing about the whole Haarlep ordeal. That situation is bizarre and uncomfy, but full of so much angst. As per usual, this is written with the context of my AU, so Astarion and Tav aren’t actually together (yet) and this takes place within the context of the game plot. The vampy boy just got back from the ditching the posse in a hissy fit and discovers some disturbing changes.
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“Rendezvous back here at the Elfsong when we’re all through, got it?” The party converges on the door of their suite, Tav at the lead, but just as it opens, she freezes. A tingle runs down her spine and a flush comes over her cheeks. No no no. Not now. Not again. “Oh no,” she mumbles before shoving her way past her friends and running straight to her bedroom. The door shuts with a resounding thud and a loud silence follows.
Karlach grimaces. “Fucking Haarlep,” she says, spitting the fiend’s name.
Astarion, who was at the back of the group, looks between Tav’s door and the tiefling. “What … was that about?”
No one gives him an immediate answer, but something about their silence feels off. He’s the only one who appears lost. In other words, they know something and they don’t want to tell him. Most likely as payback from when he left their group. Even he has to admit it’s somewhat warranted, but he’s here now, damnit. Then again, it’s been less than 24 hours since he came back.
Gale, unofficial second in command, awkwardly steps into the center of things. “Tav requires a, er, moment of privacy.” He clears his throat. “We should allow her that by going out and doing as she asked of us. Supplies won’t collect themselves.”
Astarion stares at the door. “But is she alright?”
The wizard falls silent once more, pointedly looking down at his boots and clearly done talking. Okay … Astarion can’t tell if he’s more annoyed by the situation or concerned for the person locked in the room. Fine. If they’re not going to provide him any information, he might as well get it from the source.
His expression must’ve given away his intention because Wyll grabs his shoulder before he can move. “Don’t, Astarion. Leave her be.”
“Don’t touch me.” He shrugs off the warlock's hand and continues on his way. Just as he touches the door knob, a noise escapes the room. A moan. A moan? And he knows that moan. He’s made people do it before. This—this can’t be right. He must be delusional. But then there it is again, a sound of ecstasy passing through Tav’s lips. “What in the fucking Nine Hells is going on in there?” he demands out loud.
Gale's face is bright red and he’s white knuckling his quarterstaff. “I told you she needed a moment,” he mutters, eyes pleading. “Now please kindly step away from the door.”
Astarion does move away from the door and gets right in his face. “Are we seriously delaying our day so she can pleasure herself? Have you all lost your damn—”
He’s suddenly being yanked back by his shirt. On instinct, he pulls out a dagger, ready to attack, but Jaheira, the perpetrator, takes out her own and holds it at the ready. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Little Star,” she says cheekily.
As frustrated as he is, Astarion is in no mood to fight. Although he has apologized for his dramatic departure, he’s not so naive to believe everyone has entirely forgiven him. He stashes his knife and holds up his hands. “I yield.”
She snaps at the others. “You all have a job to do, don’t you? Shoo.” They all file out slowly, a couple of them tossing a final glance in Tav's direction. Once it’s just the Harper and the vampire, the former gestures signals for him to follow. “Come.”
He grits his teeth, but obeys. Jaheira leads him downstairs into the tavern. It’s still mid morning, so there’s not much business yet, only a handful of people sprinkled across the space. The pair bypass the bar entirely and find an empty table in a secluded corner. She sits down first then nods towards the empty seat. “Sit.”
Astarion doesn’t fancy being told what to do yet again. “Tell me now; are you actually going to explain or should I just walk away?”
In lieu of properly answering, Jaheira lets out a world weary sigh and instead asks, “You are aware that we now possess the Orphic Hanmer, yes?”
He rolls his eyes. Perhaps he should leave. “Yes, I’m aware. How is that relevant to this conversation?”
“You recall where it was being held?”
His patience is wearing thin. “The House of Hope; that devil, Raphael’s, domain. I was told you lot took care of him.”
“Indeed. Raphael was defeated by our hand when we tried to escape with the hammer,” Jaheira says plainly. “However, prior to that battle, there was an incubus, Haarlep. He agreed to help us, but it came with a steep price.”
He reaches for his dagger again. “Is he up there right now?”
She shakes her head. “No, fortunately not.”
“Then what are we even talking about?”
Jaheira has never been one to mince her words, something Astarion respected her for. So it isn’t a good sign if she hesitates before speaking. The elder woman clasps her hands together and rests them on top of the table. Still, she pauses first. “Haarlep gave us a code to a safe and the hammer in exchange for having his way with Tav.”
Astarion feels his stomach drop into the sewers. “What?” He bangs his fists on the table. “Why the hells didn’t you kill him?”
“Honestly, we weren’t around to stop it from happening,” she confesses. “Tav split off from the group at some point and by the time we found her, a deal was struck and the deed was done.”
He points towards the stairs. “That still doesn’t explain whatever that is.”
Again, she hesitates, which is very unsettling. “He is a shapeshifter, much like that bloodthirsty Orin girl. Whenever he uses Tav’s form to seduce someone, she can feel everything with her own body.” The High Harper scowls. “It seems he’s been using it quite frequently.”
Astarion comes to a horrific realization. He covers his face in shame for her and finally drops into the open seat. “So right now, he’s fucking somebody else as her?”
“Yes.”
He doesn’t say anything for a long time. This is too much. This is too familiar. Cazador is dead. Cazador is gone. Astarion stabbed him himself. This isn’t even about him, it’s about her. That stupid, selfless woman. He always warned Tav that her acts of heroism and martyrdom would eventually bite her in the ass one day, but he never thought it would be something like this. This is so much worse. What was she thinking? Jaheira allows him some time to gather his thoughts. When he does, he lets his hands fall away. “And … how often does this happen?”
“If I had to guess, every few days.” She sighs yet again. “You know how she can be though. It could be more. It hasn’t happened during a fight.” There’s an implied yet that hangs heavily in the air.
By now, a few guests have started to trickle in. Their private conversation won’t be so private for much longer. “How is she? Really.”
Jaheira stands. “Well, with an incubus violating her body, a mind flayer invading her mind, and a vampire spawn who wished her dead, how do you think, Little Star?” She doesn’t give him the opportunity to answer. She just walks away and out the front door, leaving him to stew in his thoughts and emotions. Which can be perfectly summed up as what the fucking hells.
It doesn't take too long for the druid to descend the stairs. At the bottom, she scans the room and her eyes connect with a familiar red pair of eyes. For a split second, she breaks into the sunny smile she’s known for, but one look at his expression sours hers. Tav heads for the door.
“Tav!” Astarion scrambles up from the chair and chases her outside. “Wait!”
She does not wait. “They told you.” It’s not even a question.
He catches up and puts himself directly in front of her. “I was going to find out eventually.”
Tav starts stabbing him with her finger in the chest. “Hey, you don’t get to judge me. You weren't there and it was the only way that no one would get hurt and—”
He lets her do it. “Out of everyone here, I have the least right to judge you.”
She laughs, but the sound lacks any humor. “Out of everyone here, you’d have the most right to judge me.”
Astarion frowns at the accusation. “Why would I judge you at all?”
“Because I had a choice, and you didn’t.”
Technically, technically, she’s not wrong, but that doesn’t make this any less fucked up. “I’m not judging you, Tav.” Gods below, is this what it was like for her when she was trying to get him to open up? “Your body is being used in such a dirty, nefarious way against your will, the toll on your mind and body is unfathomable. I’m the only person here who truly understands that.”
“I’m fine.”
Her nonchalance on the subject is pissing him off, but a small voice (that sounds awfully close to hers) reminds him this isn’t about him. “No, you’re not.”
Tav crosses her arms. “You went through this for two hundred years. I’m not going to compare my tendays of discomfort to your literal centuries of torture.”
“By the Gods, Tav, it’s not a bloody pissing contest for trauma!” He wants to grab the druid and shake some sense into her. If the issue at hand was literally anything else, he would. “Whether it’s been happening for a day, a week, a month, or a thousand years, it’s a shit predicament for anyone.”
He notices her fists clenching and unclenching. She’s digging her nails into her palms. “I appreciate the concern, but it’s fine. I’m fine.”
That’s a lie, plain and simple, but he won’t push the subject any further. From his own experience being on the other side of things, specifically during their discussions, it made him dig his heels in the dirt and shut down. Ironic how the tables have turned. “Alright,” he concedes. “But if you ever need to talk, I’m willing to lend an ear.”
Tav closes her eyes, takes a very deep breath, and lets it out very slowly and loudly. When she looks back at him, she seems slightly less frazzled. “Thanks, but I’m—”
“Fine?” he says with a smirk.
She snorts. “I am.”
“Of course you are.”
With an unimpressed eye roll, she pushes him away in jest. “I am, for the millionth time. Now drop it and let’s go. We’re already running behind.”
“Coming, dear.”
As they walk side by side, Astarion can’t help but wonder when he became the emotionally mature one in their friendship. The one attempting to crack open the shell of the other person. Ugh, he fucking hates it. Being the petty and bitter one is much easier. And yet he wants to try to be supportive and open. For her.
The things you do for love, right?
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♡ Suitors ♡ · Liam, Elbert, Jude 🩷
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, But more angst than horny. 🚶
Liam
He feels guilty now that he's fallen in love with you, and you don't reciprocate his feelings. He knows he shouldn't have bedded that fangirl who approached him.
He ruined your relationship.
His heart clenches painfully, and he feels a burning ache spread across his chest. How could he make you sad? Knowing that you hate him makes him uneasy, and he feels dejected as he ponders over the issue. Maybe, it's not too late for him to make things up to you? You were still willing to see him for dates sometimes, Even if they weren’t the same as before.
Maybe, he could make things up to you using his body.
That's how this whole ordeal takes place. He takes you at night, and he makes sure to satisfy you as well as he can until morning. He pushes your thighs apart and buries his head between them to lick and suck on your sensitive spot until your legs tremble.
You’ll surely forgive him if he takes care of you like this, right? He loves you. He wants you to love him back, he wants to make you happy. For the first time in forever, he wants something. He’s selfish, and he feels guilty about it. Even if you’re still acting cold towards him every morning before you leave, the little cracks in your poker face every time you bid him farewell ignite the smallest glimmer of hope in him.
Maybe one day, You’ll love him again.
This poor curious cat will soon be killed by his own actions, and the insane lengths he will go to. Will you stop him? Or will you cut him off and drive him into further madness? As Liam plans his next date with you, he can’t wait to show you just how much he can do with his cock.
Elbert
The water he finds himself in is so deep. How does he breathe? The sadness he feels spreads like poison throughout his body, and it’s like he’s drowning. He can have you, and yet it was only for tonight. Because he knows that he can’t keep you.
He makes the best out of it, wanting to feel your lips on his and your soft skin overlapping with his. He wants to feel all of you, your soft body pressed against him, how soft your hair feels when he runs his fingers through it… The taste of your lips.
You’re so beautiful, he loves pushing his cock inside you and watching as you take it. Even if you frown at him, you still looked pretty. Sure, there may currently be some bad blood between the two of you. But, even so, you were still very beautiful.
It’s almost scary, isn’t it?
He’s only bedding you to make sure that you indeed are what he wants. Just how far will he go to find what he’s looking for? Are you what he’s looking for? Will he throw you to the side and leave you, just to seek the most beautiful thing in someone else?
Elbert kisses your lips, and you notice how his empty blue eyes continue to stare at you intently. You’re an object in those beautiful, empty eyes.
When you get ready to leave the next morning, he looks at you curiously and wonders if you were what he was searching for. Could it really be you? He doesn’t know. He feels like he might go insane as he wonders.
Oh, How cruel fate is. His unfortunate soul will never find rest for as long as he lives, and he will always continue searching for the most beautiful thing in the world.
But, you leave, He realizes that he wants you. He wants you. Even if it means destroying all of the other things in his possession which he thought were most beautiful.
He needs to make you his…
Jude
Fuck you. You and your sweet little smiles, the ones that turn into deep frowns whenever you see him. Even if you despised him with your whole being, you sure as hell still loved being filled with his cock.
Jude curses under his breath when he feels how hard your pussy spasms around him when you orgasm, and he can't stop his words from slipping out. "Pervert. You're a dirty, Dirty, little slut. You say you hate me.. Yet, here you are. Having an orgasm on my cock" He rasps out as his hands grip your waist.
His Perverted and dirty little slut.
Only His… He hopes. Just thinking about the possibility of you being with anyone else is enough to set him off. He hates how irritated he gets because of you. You were nothing but a mere fling of his, a plain goody two-shoes woman who he happened to take an interest in one night.
How is it possible that he’s gotten this desperate for you? To seek you out whenever he can. He wants to fuck you hard enough engrave himself in your body, That way you can’t forget him.
Even if you thought Jude had no real interest in you besides your body, you were wrong. He’s far, far more interested. He wants more than just your body for a night, he wants you to be his. You’re his precious little slut, and he loves you enough to fill you with his cock, Even if you’ve started pretending that you hate him recently.
You can’t truly hate him.
Can you?
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A Valentine’s Day to Remember Steve’s POV Part 1
I decided to do a Valentine fic for steddie, because I was seeing all the “Eddie has never been anyone’s Valentine” or “Eddie hates Valentine’s” fics and wanted to see one where Steve hates Valentine’s day. And it spawned a 5000+ fic with feels. But then I wanted to see the same story from Eddie’s POV and so I’m in the middle of that one.
I will post Steve’s POV in three parts until Valentine’s day. And then start posting the Eddie POV on Valentine’s day. I will have a tag list for both if you want in on that.
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Steve Harrington loathed Valentine’s day when he had a girlfriend. All that pressure to perform. Have the right flowers, the right chocolates, the dinner reservation. No home cooked meals, no freshly picked flowers, no (insert favorite treat here). It had been drilled into his head by friends and girlfriends alike.
But he absolutely hated it as a single person and one couldn’t just ask someone for a date on Valentine’s because the person would assume it was more than a one-night deal.
“I’m just going to work and then hide in my room until the fifteenth and hope to hell not too many couples come in looking for a romantic movie to ignore after fifteen minutes while they make out,” he was telling Robin the week before the dreaded date.
Just then a voice sounded behind them, “Doth my cynic ears deceive me or doth Sir Stephen not have a date for Valentine’s day?”
Steve sighed and turned around. “Hey Eddie.”
Eddie grinned, dimpling his cheeks in that way that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take off.
“Seriously though, man,” Eddie said. “You really don’t have a date?”
“Dingus here hasn’t even flirted since Christmas,” Robin helpfully supplied.
He turned to look Steve up and down. “Why not?”
Steve looked over at Robin and then to the floor. “The last girl I went out with kept asking me to put a scarf around my neck even while we were inside so she wouldn’t have to see my scars.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?”
Steve looked up through his eyelashes. “I broke up with her by taking off my shirt and telling her that if the neck scar bothered her so bad, she should see the really gnarly ones.”
Robin made a disgusted face. “I found her puking in the hydrangeas.”
“And that is why I don’t date anymore,” Steve said with a flourish.
Eddie jumped up on the counter and sighed. “I hear that. Being gay in white Christian Hawkins was hard enough, but add the Satanic panic and that well has truly fucking dried up.”
Steve patted Eddie’s knee. “I’m sorry. You’re problems are so much bigger than mine. I really don’t have room to complain.”
Eddie covered Steve’s hand with his own. “Hey, don’t think like that, man. Your problems are different. Not bigger, okay?”
Steve nodded. “I guess we all can’t be as lucky as Robin.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow at her. “Does Birdie have a date? For Valentine’s?”
Robin blushed. “A girl in my economics class at the university. We’ve been dating a couple of weeks. Apparently she has something fun planned.”
Steve waved his hand at her in annoyance. “See? She’s even more lucky because she doesn’t have to plan the damn thing.”
Eddie frowned. “You’ve always had to do the planning?”
Steve sighed. “The downsides of being a raging heterosexual; being expected to do all the planning, pay for everything, and hope for at least a kiss at the end.”
“I thought you were bi,” Robin said.
“Oh I am,” Steve said, “but all that was from before I realized what I was.”
Eddie licked his lips. “So let me get this right, you’ve never had a Valentine’s day where you weren’t the one doing on all the planning. You’ve never been on a date with a man. And you don’t have a date for Valentine’s day. Do I have that right?”
Steve nodded. “Pretty much sums up the whole fucking ordeal, yeah.”
Eddie grinned. “Then you are in for a treat, pretty boy. I’m going to give you the best Valentine’s day you’ve ever had.”
Steve let out a choked gasp. “What?”
Eddie jumped down from his perch on the counter. “What time you off on the fourteenth?”
Steve looked at Robin in shock, not being able to find the words.
“He’s off at 3pm,” she said helpfully.
Eddie patted Steve on the cheek. “Perfect, pretty boy. I’d have someone else take you to work, because I will be picking you up.”
“But I’ll be all gross and want a shower before we do anything...” Steve complained.
Eddie grinned. “Don’t worry that gorgeous head of yours, darlin’. I wouldn’t let you get all upset over something like that. Just trust me.”
Steve gulped as his mind filled in with some of his dirtiest thoughts.
Eddie winked. “See you around, sweetheart.” He waved goodbye over his shoulder and sauntered back out the door.
Steve turned to Robin. “Did that just happen?” He pointed at the door in shock.
Robin grinned. “Yup!”
Steve was going to be in sooo much trouble.
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Monday morning Eddie came bounding into the Family Video, the biggest grin on his face.
“Hey, Eddie!” Robin greeted.
“Is Steve here?” he asked, leaning on the counter.
“He’s restocking the romance section,” she said jutting her thumb behind her.
“Thanks!” he chirped and bounded off in the direction she indicated.
He rounded the corner to see Steve kneeling on the ground a large stack of tapes next him.
“Stevie!” Eddie greeted, throwing his arms open wide.
Steve turned and smiled up at him. “Hey, Eds. What brings you to Family Video on this horrible Monday morning?”
Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Aww...it’s not so bad.”
Steve stood up with a grunt. “It’s a triple strike. It’s February. It’s a Monday. And it’s cloudy with no chance of actual snow making it all the more depressing.”
Eddie grinned. “Yes...but I’m here!”
Steve laughed. “Yes, yes you are.”
“So...” Eddie said putting his hands on his lower back and hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, “whacha’s favorite flower?”
Steve’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t have to buy me flowers.”
Eddie wagged his finger at Steve. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stevie. Answer the question.”
Steve rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “They’re called alstroemarias. They look like little lilies and are readily available in winter.”
Eddie blinked at him. “What now?”
Steve sighed and began to walk back to the front. “Alstroemarias. I saw them at a cousin’s wedding when I was nine or ten. Really pretty flower and they come in all sorts of colors.”
He got behind the desk and wrote it down. He turned to Eddie who had dutifully followed him and handed him the paper.
Eddie took the paper. “You surprise me, Steve Harrington,” he said softly. “I thought for sure that you were going to pick something like sunflowers or orchids, some shit like that. But instead you hit me with a flower I’ve never heard of.”
Steve blushed. “I hope it’s okay.”
Eddie smiled fondly at him. “No, it’s perfect. Unique. I like that.” He stood there a moment looking at the paper in his hand. He coughed and straightened his spine. “Um...I’ll just be...yeah. I’ll see you later, Steve.”
He left and Steve stood there a moment before he banged his head on the counter with a loud moan of distress.
“What’s the matter with you? she asked.
Steve lifted his head and sighed. “He’s just doing this as a friend, Robs.”
Robin blinked at him a moment. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s kind of cute that he’s going out of his way to give you the best Valentine’s you’ve ever had.”
Steve propped his head on his hands. “The problem is that I wish it was all real. That it was a proper date. That it wasn’t pretend.”
She put her arms around him. “Oh, Steve...”
He wrapped his hand around her wrist and held on. “I keep thinking what it would be like if we actually dating. That we were planning this together.”
“You should tell him that,” Robin murmured.
“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Steve asked. “How can I possibly risk our friendship over me being mopey about a dumb holiday?”
She pulled back and began to run her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you what. Go on the date. You treat it like it’s the real thing and see how he reacts. If he shies away then you know he just wants to be friends. But if he leans into it, then you go for a kiss at the end of the night.”
Steve raised his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Robin said firmly.
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that. Thanks, Robs.” He kissed her cheek and went back to work.
She watched him go with a shake of her head. “Dingus.”
Part 2 Part 3
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