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oliviablancmom · 12 days

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"Pedriiii"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Singlemom!OC

Theme: Fluff, a little bit of angst.

N/A: To my dear Pedri's Girls who voted, it's finally here. I'm sorry for not posting it yesterday, but I ended up getting very tired and with some doubts. First about being a "reader" or OC, and I ended up choosing OC because I couldn't write without visualizing someone, and because while I was writing, the image of Hande Erçel came to my mind. Anyway, this is just an introduction, there will be three chapters and a bonus. I hope you like it, and that you fall in love with them as I did.

"I can't believe it, Fer. I can't believe it happened again. When I think everything is going to be fine, something like this happens," Pedri lamented. His brother was already upset with the situation.

"I know, brother, we will get through this, as we always do." Pedri ran his hands over his face. "I need to call mom, she's is worried." Pedri just agreed while his brother walked outside the box. At the same time he left, a little boy entered the private space. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Pedri.

"You are crying?" The boy cautiously approached Pedri and then kneeled on the floor beside the player, his elbows resting on the sofa where Pedri was sitting. "My father says that men shouldn't cry, but my mother says that only real men cry."

Pedri laughs.

"Your mother is right. Are you alone here?" Pedri looked around looking for any adults, but it was just them. The little boy just nodded and then started looking for something in the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, and soon he was taking off his coat. Pedri noticed the name and number on it. "I liked the choice of shirt." The little boy looked at him, embarrassed.

"here" he finally takes out a handful of M&Ms from his pocket. "Mom and I always eat them when we are sad, and now that you are sad, you will feel better after eating them."

Pedri smiled at how adorable the little boy was and readily accepted the candy; he was too sad to think about his diet.

"Bye I have to go." He watched the little boy put on his jacket again, ready to leave.

"Hey, don't you want me to sign your shirt?"

The little boy looked at him cautiously and uncertainly, and Pedri could see that he was in an internal battle.

"My mother says I shouldn't bother the players"

"It's not a bother; you shared your sweets with me; we're friends now. The little boy's eyes opened so wide that Pedri was afraid they would jump out.

"Serious?" he asked uncertainly. Pedri just nodded and saw the boy's face light up.

"PEDRIIIIIII!!!" He gave an excited scream and ran to the player, hugging him. He was definitely controlling himself before, Pedro thought.

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"Hey, do you plan on going to that nightclub again?" Pedri asked, trying to seem as uninterested as possible while continuing to do the exercise that the physical trainer gave him.

"What? Are you asking this? I thought these things weren't for you. Ferran mocked.

"It's because he's trying to find the woman he spent the night with," Gavi says, receiving a deadly look from Pedri.

"What, am I lying? You looked at every photo that marked the club's location on social media."

"Seriously Gavira, if you don't shut up..."

Pedri threatens, making the others laugh.

"It seems that only you were affected by the night since you woke up alone in the hotel room" said Ter Stegen, the goalkeeper who had been listening to the entire conversation in silence until now. Pedri looked directly at Gavi, knowing he was responsible for telling the details.

"Seriously, man, I'll never tell you anything again."

"What? I was just trying to help. Knowing if one of them saw the woman you were with that night. If I hadn't seen her, I would have thought it was a hallucination in your head."

Pedri rolled his eyes at the younger man's mockery.

"I know you were upset that you woke up there alone.

"I wasn't," Pedri said defensively. "It was not a big deal." He said with a shrug, preferring to remain silent while focusing on the strengthening exercises, that it was better to forget the subject, either because Gavi was irritating him or because he had a grain of truth.

Nightclubs were not a place he normally frequented; he always preferred to stay at home watching a series or movie, but he had made an exception that night as he was upset because of the injury and the nasty comments he received, like it was his fault. It ended up that he didn't regret going at all; after all, it led to the best night of his life with the woman he would meet at the bar, and thanks to not consuming alcohol, he had recorded in his mind every detail of that night and the woman.

He remembered the exact moment she entered the place; his eyes immediately stayed on her; her presence attracted him like a magnet; and her long hair fell all over her back and down to her waist. The red lipstick and the huge, sweet smile she had. He remembered her scent and the woman's sharp tongue as he approached, not giving a damn about who he was. He had etched the dimple in her cheek every time she laughed at something he said, and God, her laughter was like music to his ears. He remembered how she pressed her body against his while they were on the dance floor and how all that tension took them both to a hotel room that night. What a night!

"Dude, stop thinking about her while you are with us." Ferran's voice takes Pedri out of his thoughts. Pedri looked at him confused.

"Your cheeks give you away, man," said Gavi, who had a small smile on the corner of his face. Pedri turned to the mirror, noticing the color that appeared on his face.

"Shit", he mumbled, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

"Although you met her in a nightclub, maybe you should look in other places, like churches or registry offices." He looked even more confused at Ferran, who had an ironic smile on his face. "You know, considering your history with women who end up being married and everything."

"Seriously, I'm done with you guys." Pedri stood up, moving away from his companions, who were laughing at the situation.

**********************************************"" Fans like to feel close to players, so we can continue investing in content with them in pairs or in groups. We can record some kind of challenge with the boys who have the most friendships about how much they know each other. Fans love knowing these details." The woman said to the social media girl as they walked down the corridor to the meeting room, where the rest of the communication team would be.

"Mom, mom, mom!" She turned, looking at the little boy who was running towards her.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong? Everything is fine?" She bent down to the child's height, who seemed to be in a hurry to be somewhere. "I'll be at the gym with my friend," he said impatiently, about to run again.

"What a friend? There is no place for children there" she said worriedly, placing her hand on her son's head.

"Mom, pleeeaaaase," he said while pulling the woman's bag, looking for something.

"Axel, breathe. What are you looking for?" She asked when her child threw all the things inside her bag on the floor.

"The cards that Grandpa gave me to show my friend, I FOUND." he said excitedly, shaking the cards in his hand.

"Bye mom, I love you." She watched as the boy disappeared down the corridor without even looking back, which made her curious to know who this friend was, and she made a mental checklist to ask when they were leaving. She also added to talking with her son about running around Ciutat Esportiva, she had the opportunity to bring him to work, but she knew it was best not to abuse the luck, even though he was normally a quiet child, these days, he always had to be somewhere.

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The sound of Xavi's whistle signaled the end of training. He thanked all of the players, greeting each as they dispersed across the field. Some were already returning to the dressing room, and I remained there along with a few other guys.

"3, 2, 1...." Gavi says. Pedri raise his eyebrows in confusion, looking at him.

"PEDRIIIIIIIIIIII" Rafinha and Ferran say in a thin voice, clearly imitating the little boy who ran onto the field in our direction.

"He took so long to come this time," Gavi says, laughing at the scene. The little boy opens his arms and throws himself at Pedri, who holds him carefully.

"Hey little guy." He put him on the floor, and held out his hand for him to hit.

"Are you ready to play yet?" he asks, raising his eyebrows hopefully and looking the player up and down. It was the question he asked every day since he started showing up at the end of training to visit him, showing all his anxiety about seeing his favorite player return to the field.

"I'm almost there; I'm back to training now, but I'll be ready soon." The child makes a pout.

"My God, he have the same habit of arching the eyebrows and the things you do with your lips. It's too much Pedri for me." Rafinha says, laughing as he walks away. He ruffles the child's hair, and only then does the little one seem to realize the presence of the others. And his cheeks turn red, and then he hides behind Pedri's leg, who bends down and hugs him.

"the red cheeks and all." Are you sure you haven't been messing around?" Gavi continues. Pedri rolls his eyes at his friend, throwing the bottle he was holding at the youngest.

"Hey little guy, there's no need to be ashamed of us; we're cooler than him." Ferran says as he is trying to get the child's attention, making him hides his face in Pedri neck. The number eight smiles mockingly at Ferran, proud of the child's far-from-discreet preference.

"Don't flatter yourself; you didn't see the number he's wearing." Fermin scoffs.

"It's very good taste," Gavi says. Pedri turns the little boy in front of him.

" Axel!!! This is treason," Pedri says indignantly, as he sees the little boy wearing Gavi's number.

"My grandfather chose today. Gavi it's his favorite" he says with a shrug.

" But I like him a lot too." Gavi smiles, convinced, at his friend.

"Of course you like; you're the same size, of course you'll feel affinity." Gavi's smile dies immediately, and he raises the middle finger to Pedri.

"haha, Look who's talking, Pedri."

"Don't you think it's strange that he's here every day? " Pedri asks curiously.

"He must be some employee kid," Fermin concludes. "At most, the brother of one of the teenagers who are outside waiting for photos, he is small, manages to pass the security guards with no problem" They laughed again.

The little boy moves away from the player and looks for something in his pocket, and Pedri already knew what it was; after all, that had become their routine since they started meeting more often, whether in the CE or in the boxes on match days. Axel takes a handful of M&Ms from his pocket to share with the player.

"Just a little this time. My mother is suspicious." His eyes widen at the boy.

"You said your mother gave it to you, Axel," Pedri asks worriedly.

"Well, sometimes she gives it to me. But she says I can't eat all the time."

The boys were trying not to laugh, especially now that the boy was more welcome with them, casually kicking the ball for them.

"Great example, Pedriiiiiii." Ferran scoffs; Pedri rolls his eyes; it wasn't his fault; well, in part yes, it was him who said to the child, "Your mother won't mind if it's just a little."

**********************************************Pedri was sitting with the other players in the press room of the arena where the Barcelona basketball team was playing. They were waiting for the club president to take a photo; after all, it was important for them to see the first-team players supporting the others. While he waited, Pedri looked at the candy store's website on his cell phone, looking for what Axel had told him so much about during the week, about a new type of M&Ms with different flavors that he was dying to try, but it was still out of stock. Occasionally he would look up from his cell phone to respond to something the other players were saying. Gavi was by his side, chatting about something that Pedri could no longer follow due to the rapid changes in subject that the youngest started.

"Hey, guys," Laporta says, entering the conference room. He greeted each of the players who were there, and the staff organized them for the photo. As always, the president would hold the ball, and everyone would be on hand to touch it, in the form of support. After the photo, they start a conversation with the president until the door is opened wide.

"Oh, sorry." I thought they were already finished. Pedri, who had his back to the door in a conversation with Araujo and João Félix, freezes; he would recognize that voice anywhere, and above all, he would recognize the perfume, which hits him like a punch in the stomach. He immediately caught Gavi's eyes, who seemed as surprised as he was.

" The game is about to start, and we need to take some photos of the boys for promotion."

"Of course, we're done here" the president says, laughing. Apart from Gavi, the other boys didn't seem to notice Pedri's reaction, as he finally found the courage to turn around to look at the woman, and God, he felt his breath catch in his lungs.

"Oh, do you already know the boys personally?" Laporta asked the woman who looked up from her cell phone, looking at the other people in the room, and as soon as her eyes fell on him, they tripled in size, but she was quick to hide her surprise.

"No, not yet" she said simply.

"Boys, this is Isa Harver; she is the club's new communications assistant." Laporta introduced them, and she extended her hand to greet each of them. When her hand stopped in front of Pedri, he immediately noticed the ring on the girl's finger.

"Fuck" He heard Gavi saying behind him with a certain humor in his voice. Pedri simply couldn't believe his luck.

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N/A: SOOOO, I hope you guys enjoyed it!! I revised this chapter a million times, but English is not my first language, so something must have slipped through. Let me know what you think. And for my Gavi's girls, I'm also preparing something for you."

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #fc barcelona #barca #pedri gonzalez x reader #gavi imagine #pablo gavi #ferran torres

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sykestarot · 4 months

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what transformations will happen for you in 2024

1-2-3 (left to right)

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Hi guys! I took a break due to the holidays but I hope all of you guys had a great holiday and new year!! Thanks for stopping by and enjoy!

Pile 1

"are there still beautiful things?" (Temperance; The High Priestess (rx); two of swords (rx); page of swords; The Star; queen of cups (rx)) Hi pile 1 for you guys I feel a very youthful energy, maybe you just graduated highschool? I feel a sudden sense of responsibility that’s washed over you. Like life has just begun but you long so much to go back to a simpler time. Even if you are older and have been out of high school for some years I can see you being stuck in a corporate machine and working long hours just to not enjoy life outside of work. For the people who chose this pile that are older you’re struggling with work life balance and that this year that can be changed. I see you being able to go on vacation and relax with family this year. For the people who have just graduated high school I see you are feeling like you won’t be able to handle the balance of adult life or working like that. For you I see that you’ll do just fine and you should remember that no one was just perfect at being an adult right out of the gate. Everyone makes mistakes but few learn from them. Let yourself learn from your mistakes, don't let your ego get in the way of your growth. As far as this pile goes I see that you are in the very beginning of your transformations and you will be frustrated but it will all workout in the end. You will be able to transform and grow the way that you feel like you need to. For this reading I also pulled out some messages from your guides from an oracle deck! For you guys there is “Be Peace”, “Make your dreams real”, “be open to compromise”, and “give yourself time”. Your guides want to tell you to be open and patient. They believe in you even when you don't, so please continue to work hard. If others in your waking don’t believe in what you’re doing you have to be your biggest fan! Also remember to take deep breaths!! Signs: growing up; major milestones; bare feet in dirt; balance; ying yang (tattoo?); cycles; circle of life; less freedom; tired; doves; spiders; spider webs; pearls; purple; 9

Pile 2

(10 of cups; The Star; queen of pentacles; queen of wands; 10 of swords; 3 of pentacles) Hi Pile 2! For this pile I am getting that what will transform the most in your life is the way you approach relationships. I feel like you didn't want your 2024 transformations to be centered around other people and that's not necessarily what this message means. For you I see that you've hung onto people who aren't good for you for a long time and its time to let them leave if they want . I see that your idea of love is giving yourself away so much that you don't even remember who you are anymore. So in that way changing how you approach relationships will actually serve you by bringing you closer to your soul and who you are without outer validation. Which is such an albeit cool journey to be on it is painful as well, but I see you turning all the pain and suffering into strength to persevere. I feel as though you lost your identity and individualism in a group were a part of. I also feel like you have always wanted to go back to how you were before them, but there is no going back, only going forward and creating new. You can always pull inspiration from the past and incorporate it in the future but you won't be able to be exactly who you were before and that in itself is okay. I feel so much pain in you pile 2 because of what others have done to you, you feel like you will always be the person you are, but you don't have to be. you always have the free will and the choice to change. Stay strong! For this reading I also pulled out some messages from your guides! Your guides Pile 2, want you to remember how much you can rely on the universe and how much you yourself create! (“magic works through you”; “the abundant universe will provide”) I also see that they highly encourage you to stand your ground and keep your boundaries when others ask you to do things for them that you are either uncomfortable with or just plainly don’t want to do! Your guides really love you and feel so sad with the way you feel about yourself. Sending you love and light pile 2! <3 Signs: green; fresh cut grass; 777; fresh crisp air; fresh rain; fresh; apples; breeze; scenic views; iron gate; the ocean from far away

Pile 3

"but things are just different since she cut her blue hair off"

(7 of swords; The Lovers; page of pentacles (rx); page of wands; 8 of pentacles; king of swords (rx)) Hi pile 3! So for your pile I see as far as transformations go you also have a sense of responsibility this year or a need to grow up. I feel like you guys are still young but not fresh out of high school young. I get maybe mid to late twenties. For you guys I see that you are tired of working at passion projects and feel the need to get a “big girl/boy job”. I feel like most of you have degrees in something but you didn’t like the fields and ended up chasing other dreams, but because they haven’t worked out you’re ready to surrender and go to the career that you chose to study in. Or maybe you just continued to go to the minimum wage job you had because you knew everybody and the money was easy and the situation of everything was comfortable to you. But if that’s the case I see you itching for something different and more mature. For you I feel like the idea of working in a corporate job was actually the signifier that your youth was over. LOL. I feel now though that your ready for this change and you might be fighting with yourself that you won’t be as fun anymore because of where you’ll be working, but that’s just not true. Just because your job will change doesn’t mean your identity will. Anyways for you guys I feel a much more lighthearted energy because I feel as though you’ve been anticipating it and already been sitting in your cocoon for a minute just waiting for the right moment to emerge with your beautiful wings! Good job pile 3, keep it up!! For this reading I pulled messages from your guides as well! For you guys I see that your guides are encouraging you to take the lead and be an active participant in the change that happens in your life. They also are insistent that there will be a rebirth in your life and as I said earlier I feel like you are aware of it to some degree if not fully. (“take the lead”; “a rebirth is assured”) I also see them emphasizing not to listen to others telling you not to make this change and that their words only hurt your ego and not to let them have too much of an effect on your choices, as well as taking time to think before you do anything is recommended! Signs: carnival; pier; plushies; tattoos; patterned tights; two high ponytails; black lipstick; alternative fashion; cats; hearts

#spotify #pick a card reading #reading tarot #channeled message #channeled song #channeling #divination #law of attraction #pac #pap #tarot cards #tarot reading #tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #intuitive #intuition #channeled art

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tkwrites · 4 months

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Private Lessons - Quinn Hughes x Sarah (ofc)

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Title: Private Lessons

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah (OFC)

Warnings: None? If I should add any, please let me know.

Summary: As requested by @eyesthatroll, Quinn teaches Sarah to skate.

Word Count: 3,300

Comments: After taking a bit of a breather, I’m back with a requested fic. 2 months after you requested it, your wish is my command, Mari. I hope you enjoy it!

This was an interesting exercise for me to write something requested by someone else that wasn’t necessarily my own idea. I wrestled with it and got in my head a lot about it, but ultimately, I like the result I finally came to.

Thanks for your patience and support. Please let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see in their universe! I can’t guarantee I’ll write it, but I love the inspiration and challenge these requests bring!

eyesthatroll asked: tory!! i absolutely adore your writing 🥹 maybe if it’s in your wheelhouse, you could write quinn teaching sarah to skate (or them going skating together) for the first time. i think that would be very adorable 😭 it’s totally fine if that’s not in the cards for the series though, don’t feel pressured! love ya! 🫶🏽

Private Lessons

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

At the end of every season we have a family skate. It's on the 15th. I'd like to bring you if you can come.

Sarah knew this was a bigger deal than his crafted to be casual text was letting on. If it really was casual, he would have mentioned it before he left for the three game road trip.

She also knew dating a hockey player meant she would have to face her fear and past failure eventually. Even if a team event wasn't involved, it was such a big part of Quinns life. She wouldn't be able to avoid it forever.

Does everyone skate?

Usually yeah. Not all of the partners do, but most.

I've never skated before.

Really?

Desert flower, remember? she sent with a picture of a blooming cactus.

He laughed. There are lots of different skill levels there. People bring their kids and stuff.

Meaning what? That I'll be the only adult with training wheels?

No wheels ;)

She sent a gif of someone rolling their eyes. I'd love to go with you, but I really don't want to be the only one who doesn't know what they're doing. Could I persuade you to give me some private lessons?

I guess that depends on what you’re willing to give me. ;)

I mean, there’s not much I wouldn’t give you. What do you want?

A long pause passed in their conversation. When she finally read his response on her way home, her cheeks pinked so much, she had to put her phone in her bag for fear of giving herself away on the train.

That’s how they ended up at a mostly empty training rink the Wednesday night after he got home.

She found him waiting for her in the lobby, surrounded by a swarm of kids all jockeying for his attention. It looked like a whole little league team was getting out of practice or a game right as he arrived. They were so excited, acting as if he came in just to see them.

Sarah waited off to the side, watching him sign autographs and give advice, and talk to each of them. She was tired and hungry, but seeing Quinn in this element gave her a new side of him to admire. He was patient and kind, and invested. She remembered him telling her how he always liked to talk to kids because he remembered how much it meant to him when his favorite players were willing to stop and talk. Seeing that quite literally come full circle was a gift she hadn’t expected to see.

When he finally looked up and met her gaze, he flashed her a grin and mouthed, thank you.

Smiling in return, she nodded to an empty room off to the side before settling in with her laptop to work on her publication.

A big sigh announced his presence a while later, as Quinn slid down the wall to sit next to her on the floor. “Sorry about that,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“It’s fine. I always have stuff to work on, and seeing you with the kids is sweet.”

“Winning me some brownie points?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Like you even need them.”

Sarah closed her laptop and turned her head so they could finally say hello properly.

He pulled her close to deepen the kiss. Even though he'd gotten back in town after midnight the night before, they hadn’t seen each other until now. He'd debated going to the aquarium after practice, but remembered they wouldn't let him back without a pass the last time he’d tried. Besides, he didn’t want to interrupt her work so close to finals.

The urge to climb into his lap was so strong, Sarah had to pull back from the kiss before she made a public spectacle of herself.

“I missed you,” he said, trailing a finger from her cheekbone to her jaw. It felt like the road trip was finally over now that she was back in his arms.

“I missed you, too.”

“I have to confess something,” Sarah blurted, nerves eating her from the inside out as he showed her how to tie her skates.

Quinn looked up from pulling her laces tight.

“I’ve been skating before.”

One of his eyebrows cocked up, “you have, have you?”

“It was terrible. It was on a first date with this guy when I was a freshman, and I’m pretty certain the only reason he suggested it was so he could get his hands on me.”

Quinn wrapped his hand around her calf and joked, “I guess it’s a good thing I’ve already had my hands on you, then.”

“You’re not mad?” she said, surprised.

“About what? That I’m not popping your ice skating cherry?”

Laughter barked out of her mouth before she explained, “no, that I lied. I mean, I didn’t really lie. We went on ice, on skates, but no real skating was involved.”

“Now I feel like you’re lying,” his voice was teasing.

“After half a wobbly, too touchy lap, I fell and broke my wrist.”

The bemused smile dropped off his lips, “oh my god, Sarah, why didn’t you tell me before?”

Her bottom jaw moved as she worried the inside of her lower lip. “I didn't know when it would come up.” she said. “I mean, if anyone can teach me to skate, you can. But that's why I wanted it to be just us first.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve broken lots of bones skating,” he said, stroking her leg.

She smiled tightly. “I bet none of those were from you falling down.”

“I don’t know, maybe? You’d have to ask my mom, but I fell plenty when I was learning, that’s really normal.”

“It just feels like one of those things that I'll never live down, you know?”

“Well, you and I are the only ones that know now.”

“Yeah and Josh Jackson and all those people at the Reno rec rink.”

“You keep in touch with everyone who was there that night?” he joked, hoping she would see how ridiculous her worry was.

A hand flew up to cover her face as she blushed. “I guess it just lives in my head every time I think about ice skating.”

“I know the feeling, but it was one time seven years ago, right? And you’ve got a better teacher, now.”

She dropped her hands so she could meet his gaze, giving him a hopeful smile.

He changed the subject. “Are these too tight? Can you move your toes?”

“Yeah. I mean, no they're not too tight.”

He smiled, stood and held out a hand, “come on. I can't promise you won't fall, but I'll do my best.”

As they walked through the tunnel to the rink, she said, “This is the weirdest feeling.”

“It can't be worse than wearing heels.”

“Have you ever worn heels?”

“Well, no,” he admitted.

“Then you can't say a damn thing about it. At least in heels, the ball of your foot is on the ground. With this, it's like my feet are suddenly half an inch wide.”

“You're thinking too much.”

“What am I supposed to do, not think?”

“Don't think so much,” he said, stopping at the boards and turning around. “Okay, I'm going to get on and help you on, okay?”

She nodded.

He bit back his smile at the determination on her face. “It's slippery, so be prepared.”

“Gee, thanks, Hughes,” she said, flatly. “I had no idea ice is slippery.”

He laughed. She’d never called him by his last name. Of course it would come out when she was nervous.

“I'll have you the whole time. I won't let you go until you tell me to,” he promised, reaching to help her through.

She stepped on and immediately over corrected, jerking back.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against him to keep them upright. “Calm down,” he said, trying to sound soothing. “I know it's a weird feeling.”

In all actuality, he didn't know. He'd been skating so long it sometimes felt easier than walking.

“Just hold on and let me pull you.”

Skating backwards, he took her on a lap. Her fingers were hooked around his elbows, so he was forced to awkwardly hold the backs of her arms.

“Can you relax? I’ve got you.”

She glanced down and felt her legs wobble. Visions of the ice rushing up to kiss her on the temple made her dizzy.

“Look at me,” he said in a voice that couldn’t be ignored.

Sarah met his eyes. The dim lights over the rink made them a sort of muddy green she’d never seen before.

“If you keep looking down, you’re going to fall,” he said. “You go toward what you look at.”

“I just want to make sure my feet are right.”

“Do you have to watch your feet when you’re walking?”

“Well, no, but this is new.”

“Sure, but once you get over the fact that you’re on the ice and used to your skates, it’ll start to feel more natural.”

“Yeah, I’ll just get over that.”

He shook his head, and moved on. “Okay, start picking your feet up like you’re walking.”

“Like I’m walking?” she repeated. “That seems really counterintuitive.”

“It’s not that different from walking, you're just gliding instead.”

She leveled him with a deadpan, sarcastic look.

She was about to ask him how she was supposed to walk when she couldn’t lift her heel or push off with the ball of her foot, when she realized arguing his syntax wasn't going to get her anywhere. This was a case where she had to swallow her pride and ask for what she needed.

“Can you break it down, like the physics of it, for me?” she asked. “It helps me to see all the steps before I do something.”

As he talked her through the mechanics of skating forward, she held onto his arm. She had so many questions he’d never considered, like how he used his edges to push off.

Skating was so automatic on his part, he didn’t even have to think about it. He’d never had to break down what he was doing like this.

Seeing how his legs worked up close and in slower motion helped her envision doing the same things herself.

“Okay, come back here.”

He moved in front of her again.

“You make that look so easy,” she said, a bit of a whine in her voice.

“Sarah,” he said, swallowing the bite in his tone, “I've been doing this for twenty years. I do this for a living. I'd hope I make It look easy. I couldn't take over writing one of your papers, or come into the aquarium and start taking care of Walter.”

“Yeah,” she said, resigned.

“I know it's frustrating that you can't pick this up right away, but no one can. You can’t read your way into skating well.”

That touched a nerve and she glared at him.

He let go of one of her hands so he could hold his up in surrender. “All I mean is that you just have to physically get used to it. How long did it take you to perfect your golf swing?”

“That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“I started that as a kid.”

“So? You can learn things now. You learn new things all the time.”

“Yeah. It just feels so daunting. I really don’t want to look like an idiot in front of all your teammates.”

“No one will care. They’re just excited to meet you. We can come back every night I’m in town if you want. Or you can just not skate.”

That caused distress to fly over her face. “No. I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” He glanced behind him out of habit, even though there was no one else on the ice. It was a clean sheet too, freshly zambonied after the pee-wee hockey game that ended right before they arrived. Perfect learning conditions.

Sarah recentered herself by pulling a breath down her spine, “this is such a big part of your life. I want to be able to participate.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a half smile lifting the right side of his mouth.

“Yeah, and like you said, I have a better teacher now.”

“Tell me about your day,” he said.

“Okay,” she answered, dubious of his intentions.

“It’ll help you to stop thinking about what your body’s doing. I think you’ll find it will sort itself out if you let it.”

He could tell she didn’t really believe him, but went ahead anyway, telling him about the little boy at the aquarium that afternoon who had insisted he’d caught an octopus as big as Walter and thrown it back the last time he and his mom had gone fishing.

“I mean, maybe he did,” she said, shrugging. “But his teacher gave me this look like, ‘don’t believe a single word he says’. I felt bad, She just looked so tired of him.”

Quinn laughed and decided not to point out that she was skating perfectly naturally now that she was out of her head about it. “What happened in class?”

“Well, even if I get a C on my comparative physiology final, I’ll still pass the class.”

“That’s huge, Sarah,” he said.

“Yeah, it's such a relief, but then, Paul dropped that he's adding a test on top of our publication. Thankfully it’s not a huge part of my grade, but still, more on the pile. He’s calling it a review, but that just means it’ll cover everything we’ve studied this term.”

“That doesn’t seem fair for him to add that at the last second.”

“Well, he can do what he wants, so,” she shrugged. “He said he thinks we need it. I think he's just being a controlling jackass.”

“Can't you report him or something?”

“For what?”

“For changing the syllabus so late.”

“Well, he's the head of the program, so I can't complain to him, plus if I went to the dean, I'm pretty certain she'd tell me ‘this is graduate school, and you should grow up.’”

Quinn winced.

“Yeah. He's just a dick because he can be. He’s the lord over this little kingdom and he wants us all to know it.”

She shook her head, “I’m sorry, we can be done talking about him.”

“You can keep complaining if you want.”

“No, it's okay. It just makes me more mad, which makes me not want to study, which only shoots me in the foot.”

“Okay,” Quinn said, “I think you’re ready for me to be next to you.”

“What?”

“Yeah, you’ve been skating fine for the last five minutes.”

She looked down as if to confirm, “I have?”

“It’s not like you were standing still.”

“But you’ve been pulling me.”

“I was, but I’ve mostly just been holding your hand, keeping distance. You've been moving yourself forward.”

“Really?” Shaking her head, Sarah laughed a little to herself, “you really are a better teacher.”

He gave her a wink and spun to stand next to her.

“Keep talking,” he encouraged.

“About what?”

She didn’t know what to look at now. There were empty stands, and scratched glass, and the whole smooth sheet of ice, lines etching a curving lacey pattern around the perimeter.

“Whatever you want.”

“I don't -” glancing down, she remembered his advice and jerked up. The sudden movement caused her to promptly fall on her rear with a frustrated grunt.

Her hands fell to her sides in a gesture that said, why is this so hard for me?

“You're doing great.”

“I just fell down.”

“So? I fall all the time. You just need to learn to get back up.”

He did fall, and she was always so impressed with his ability to just pop back up and continue playing as if nothing happened.

He coached her back onto her feet, and they continued around the rink as he told her about the road trip he’d just come home from. Only five days away, but the comeback overtime loss and two wins made it a huge confidence builder.

He admitted that though some of the strain was lessened for the next month with their guaranteed spot in the finals, he still felt so much pressure to perform.

“There was this moment on Friday, though, where we were just gelling, you know, and it felt like ‘we deserve this now.’”

“Of course you deserve it. You work your ass off for that team, Quinn.”

Throwing her a thankful smile, he said, “I mean we all do it together.”

“And you’re a big reason everyone is buying in.”

“Look at you, learning hockey talk.”

“That is something I can read my way into.” she joked. “Plus your mom explained a bunch of the idioms to me.”

He laughed.

She fell twice more, but got up each time. The last time, she even managed to do it without his help.

“You’re doing great,” he praised, moving in front of her again, “you’ll be a natural in no time.”

Pulling herself to him with their clasped hands she winked, “it's because I have the best teacher.”

She was close enough now that he would just have to lean in to kiss her. He did, because he could. They were apart so much, it only made sense to take advantage when they were together.

Whenever people kissed on ice rinks in movies, Sarah was always struck with what a dumb idea it was. It seemed incredibly stupid to not pay attention to what you were doing on such a volatile surface.

In reality, when Quinn kissed her, she melted. It felt so romantic. Cold, but cozy with his warm body pressed against hers, and the confidence in knowing he wouldn’t let her fall. The only sound was the pleasant scrape of their skates on the ice.

Suddenly, everything she’d stopped herself from saying over the past few weeks came bubbling up into her mouth.

Just the night before, she’d felt on the cusp of saying something other than “I miss you,” at the end of their goodnight phone call. She had bit it back, not wanting that first time to happen over the phone. She felt like the moment had to be perfect.

Fuck that, she thought, now. She didn’t want to hold it in anymore. Plus, wasn’t this moment perfect enough?

Pulling away, she waited for him to open his eyes.

After a moment or two, Quinn realized she wasn’t teasing, and met her gaze, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong.”

Suddenly, it felt too formal. They weren’t in the Elizabethan era where one declared their feelings in some kind of a grand speech, but she couldn’t not say it. It felt too disingenuous to keep holding it in.

“I just…” she brushed her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck as she ran over a few possibilities in her mind rapid fire, dismissing them all for being too much. Honesty, it seemed, was proving to be the best policy. “I just really love you.”

Quinn could feel his eyes crinkling closed as his face melted into a goofy smile, one reserved only for family and people close to him.

It felt like something broke open in his chest, finally set free. “I love you too.”

Sarah giggled and it came out a little watery. She never expected to cry when she told him, but her body always did like to cry over big emotions.

Quinn wiped her tears away with his thumbs before tilting her face up to his.

This kiss was softer, not as hurried. Desire giving way to something deeper – less fickle, and more settled.

As they walked back to the locker room, Quinn realized, suddenly, that he'd left something unsaid. He tugged on her hand, and she turned.

“I’m really proud of you,” he said. “I know you were really nervous.”

She leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you for being a very patient teacher.”

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bonespired · 8 months

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How to degrease bones? (With the easiest and cheapest method!)

Bone cleaning is quite a journey - and honestly degreasing is the part I find a tad confusing. Questions like: how long it will take? Does it work in cold water as well? Is it done? Is it doing anything at all?

As a beginner bone collector, who also doesn't want to put a huge amount of money into it and finding an acceptable way to clean bones is essential. Mainly because of the challenge, - tbh it is quite enjoyable for me to create quality bones with a less amount of investment, it just makes me feel like I really worked for it, I love these challenges - but mostly because it is already difficult to make my family accept this kind of a hobby of mine. Not many people are fond of keeping rotting animal parts at home, I can tell you that! If this hobby turns out to be stinky and expensive, that is definitely a no from family members. And even though I am an adult, making my own money, my husband does have a saying about the family funds - because we are both responsible for this family - so it is important for me to keep things at a reasonable price.

There are many ways to degrease bones and you have to pay a price for it either way, be it about the time period the degreasing takes or the used materials. You can degrease bones chemically, using liquids like ammonia or acetone, but personally, I dislike these, because:

it requires some effort to put your hand on this stuff, they can be hard to come by

they can be harmful to your health (ammonia is not nice to work with)

they can be expensive, and we already have to buy H2O2

they have to be stored and get rid of properly - you cannot just let these go down in your sink

and some materials can be straightforward and dangerous - read about some pros are using stuff like petrol for degreasing and while it does the job, petrol is extremely unstable, highly flammable and tend to blow up easily, so super no!

So, I go with the safest and also the cheapest solution: dish soap.

Dish soap is something that is easy to come by, can be super cheap and the water system is well prepared to clean grey water, so you can pour dish soap into your sink. However, it can take time to degrease your bones. While ammonia or acetone can be done with degreasing under a day (depends on the size of the skull and species of the animal), dish soap takes a lot longer: days at the best, months at the worst. But this is also the easiest degreasing method for beginners.

But there is another big question: how do you know your degreasing is working (and when it is done)?

When I started to even think about degreasing I went online, read about dish soap and was happy because everyone has dish soap at hand, so I picked a pot, filled it with cold water, pour the dish soap in, put the bones in and yay, magic was done! But things are not this simple.

The first days everything went fine: my water had fat oil drops at the surface and a visible white cloud came out of the bones, so a clear sign of the degreasing is working. But this stage went down quickly, like a matter of days - and I thought okay, degreasing is done, time to pull the skulls out and whiten. But my whitening never turned out white, rather like light grey and first I blamed my peroxide because of it, then my bones. These are findings from nature, probably they are stained, right?

I started to be doubtful when my cat skull turned out to be sticky after whitening. That never happened before, so another research later I came to the conclusion the cat that I thought are fully degreased is actually not degreased. But it didn't do a thing in the pot anymore. So what did I do wrong?

I used cold water. Apparently cold water works, but only for a while. It cannot really pull out the grease that is hiding deep inside the bone - that's why I stopped seeing white cloud after a matter of days, falsely thinking I am done. I needed warm water in the long run - if I simply use warm tap water that just runs cold way too quickly. It can be done with warm tap water as well, but that takes even longer. So, I bought an aquarium heater.

I looked after the fat oil drops in the water. They appeared on the first day, so I thought they will keep appearing until I am done. Turns out they don't? Rather the water slowly goes more opaque and murky with time, but no more fat drops don't matter how hard I am looking for them. This makes my job significantly difficult because oil drops are easier to spot and tell based on them if the degreasing is working or if I am actually done.

I am just super imapetient. I want my skull done and perfect as soon as possible. But it just doesn't work like that. I am working on this cat skull for 3 weeks now and it is still going: I had to macerate it, then degrease it, then whiten it, and then go back to degreasing and all I wanna do is glue it together and post fancy pictures of it. Won't happen for a while, time to accept that.

But how this opaque water progress looks like? I was so confused about is it clear water, is it dirty water, is it done, whether the water is warm enough or not, so I started to document the process.

This is the freshwater stage. I just changed the water and quickly snapped a pic of it, making it my reference piece. I can clearly see all the details of my bones, even if my dish soap is yellow, colouring my water a bit - but I can see through the water without any problem. My heater can do 36 Celsius degrees max, otherwise, it cooks the fish in the tank, so I put that on max, hoping it will be enough. About the temperature: I did read about 46 Celsius or even more than 50 Celsius for water temperature, but the aquarium heater cannot reach those degrees, because the main goal is to keep fish alive and no fish stays alive in 40+ water. I could use a bucket heater, but for me, that is harder to get and I really don't want a setting that takes a lot of space/costs a lot of money, so an aquarium heater it is.

Another thing I am not comfortable to put my bones in more than 50 Celsius degrees. This is my personal choice, but I really wanna avoid any chance of accidentally cooking my bones, and 50 seems to be too much heat.

I looked back at it an hour later and snapped another pic: and look, we start to get blurry details! No oil drops on the surface, but something definitely makes the water murky: my water is not hot enough to cook the bones, so it cannot dissolve or take any kind of damage in my bones, so this stuff must be grease! Seems like the heater works!

Checked the bones that evening as well and the water is definitely even more opaque!

And this is the next day: I can barely see my bones anymore, so definitely time to change the water.

Conclusion

If you think you are done with your bones, but they:

have yellow spots or wax on them

stick to your hand like you glued them

are shining here or there

have a waxy feeling

smells

Then your degreasing is not done. The good news is you can always go back to degreasing, doesn't matter if you whitened the bones or not.

The cheapest version of degreasing is the dish soap version and you will need warm water for it! It can be a good idea to get an aquarium heater because that will help you to macerate carcasses during the winter as well and quickens degreasing too. You can work with warm tap water, but that takes even longer.

But the dish soap method really takes time! Seems like this part is the longest one in skull cleaning. So even if it seems like my degreasing is not over and my method works, I can also see I won't have a pretty white cat skull anytime soon.

The bones are bathing for the third day in a row now and they seem to release the same amount of grease, so no sign of clear water yet. Also, when I pull the bones out of the water I can still see yellow spots on it - that is grease, sweeping to the surface and I need to get rid of that.

And how I will know my degreasing is done? My water stops being opaque. I can decide when to pull my bones out - do I want to fully degrease it or I decide to end it sooner because I want some discolouration, preserving am roe natural look.... that is up to me. Ideally, I wanna do a full degrease, but I just wanna preserve my bones perfectly to have quality art references that will be with be for a long time, so I try to go for a full degrease and will see how long that takes.

So just take your time, change your water as needed and enjoy the process :3 You cannot harm your bones this way, so happy experimenting!

#vulture culture #degreasing bones #skull degreasing #animal skulls #degrease #degreasing #dead animal #oddities #bone cleaning

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landinrris · 29 days

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A snippet! Now that I'm finally editing the Witch! AU, I wanted to share a bit of Lando and Carlos meeting properly for the first time. The events as they happen in this 1.1k don't really spoil anything plot-wise. I humbly present, Lando as a witchy shop owner and Carlos as a human tourist stumbling into Lando's shop while on vacation for the second day in a row.

Around ten, Lando looks up as the motion detector chimes and almost chokes on the air he’s breathing. Because Sober Guy is there. Standing in front of him. A hesitant yet hopeful expression on his face if Lando didn’t know better.

He can’t hope for that.

It takes a lot of Lando’s Professional Adult ability to smile normally and greet him. “Oh, hi. Is there something I can help you find?” That’s a normal, professional response, right?

Sober Guy’s smile morphs into something more relaxed— Lando has to be dreaming. There’s no way this is real life.

Unlike yesterday, he isn’t dressed strictly for the beach, but rather in something much worse, in Lando’s humble opinion. No, today, Sober Guy has on a pair of running shorts that ride up a bit higher on one of his thighs and a workout shirt that’s damp to match his hair. He has running shoes on as well, proof that he’s decided to stop back into Lando’s shop along his morning run for whatever reason.

Lando wants to scream at him, ‘You came to the beach and you brought workout clothes?’ He doesn’t, but he could. It would be so easy to.

“Oh, uh no, I’m not here for anything specific you sell.”

“No? Is there something else then?” Lando had thought he’d seemed normal enough in the few minutes they’d more or less interacted yesterday— certainly not one to come and stand in the middle of a shop and stare. Maybe George and Oscar had been right after all.

Sober Guy rubs a hand over the back of his neck and steps closer to the counter. “I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Carlos, I was in yesterday with a group of people. They were a bit drunk. I just wanted to apologize for them again. Make sure you knew we weren’t just another group of annoying tourists.”

It’s a silly thing to say the world shifts upon learning Sober Guy’s name. Carlos. It’s the perfect name for him. Lando suddenly feels like he can breathe easier, like he’s just cleaned his glasses for the first time in too long.

Lando thinks he only misses a beat before responding. “Yeah, I remember. I’m Lando, nice to meet you, Carlos. Your friends were fine, honestly. I’ve dealt with far worse. They had you looking out for them. Someone had to be better at holding their alcohol,” he tacks on, trying to make it sound like he wasn’t watching Carlos too closely. Carlos probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing Lando thought about him all afternoon and night.

Carlos just smiles. “Ah no, I wasn’t drinking, actually. Designated sober person and all that.”

“I guess that would explain how you’re up without them exercising. I’d ask if you’re sure you’re not a local, since who the hell goes on holiday and exercises— no, no, runs— but you’re down here, so I guess that answers that.” Lando allows some of his normal snark to come out, desperate to keep Carlos standing in front of him for even a few minutes longer.

He takes it as a positive sign when the smile on Carlos’ face morphs from something polite to properly amused— like Lando joking with him puts them on a more level playing field. “What, you don’t like to run? But it’s so great— feel the air in your lungs, the breeze in your hair. You wake up early enough and then you have the whole day in front of you.”

The thrill that sings through Lando’s body is pathetic. “More like burning fire in your lungs, sweat dripping into your eyes, and your calves on fire.”

Carlos actually laughs at him, and Lando has to hold himself back from actively preening. “Do you not get a lot of runners who come through here? Maybe they are clearly using a better running area that I should know about.” Lando swears there’s a hidden ‘for next time’ that goes unsaid but can’t figure out why it would be there.

“If only ‘cause all the people I know who live here use the trails in the parks that are around here a lot more. Run into fewer tourists that way. I guess if you’re staying down here though, it doesn’t make as much sense to go all the way out to them.”

“Yeah, we’re just here at the Harbor. It’s nice even if I think some of the amenities are wasted on me for such a short time. The girls like them though, so it could be worse.”

“Are you like the fifth wheel on this trip or something?” Lando doesn’t necessarily mean to blurt out that he’d been watching them that closely, but the words leave his mouth anyway, lulled into a false sense of security by their ease.

Sure enough, Carlos’ eyes go wide, a laugh at least close behind.

Before he can speak, Lando hurries to apologize. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to like, call you out or anything. I just noticed that it didn’t seem like you had a girlfriend or anything. Unless the others weren’t also together. Talk about just assuming.” Lando’s about to magic his own fucking mouth closed so he’ll stop talking even if Carlos doesn’t look mortified.

“No, no, you’re right. You just took me off guard a bit. I have been their fifth wheel for a bit of an embarrassingly long time, I’m afraid. But I don’t mind. It gives me more time to myself.”

If they knew each other better, Lando might reply with something like, ‘forcing yourself to run, even in the May mornings, is not proper time to yourself.’ But Lando is capable of not saying everything that comes to his mind, so he settles on something more mundane. “Oh, well that’s good, I suppose. Hopefully, they’re not too irritating and in your face about it while you’re here.”

Carlos goes to open his mouth when his watch lights up with an incoming phone call that must also vibrate against his wrist by how he startles and turns his wrist to look. Lando can’t read the caller id from here, but he figures there are only so many people it could probably be on a Sunday morning.

“And that would be my friends wondering where I am.” Carlos sighs like it’s the worst possible outcome— a reaction Lando tries and fails not to attribute to himself as the reason. “I should probably go. It was really nice to properly meet you, Lando. Good luck with everything.”

Lando tries to keep the melancholy out of his voice. This will probably be the last time he sees Carlos, and it’s worse now that he actually has a name to his face. “Yeah, you too. Try not to run into a car or anything. They’re not really used to people running voluntarily around here.”

Carlos gives him one last bright laugh that turns Lando’s insides to jelly, and then he’s gone.

#first witch au snippet since august? it's more likely than you think #carlando #husbands™#writing tag #witch au

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hi there!! Hope you’re having a good day-

I was just wondering if you had any recs for some exes-to-lovers aziracrow fics??

Specifically any that are longer and multi-chapt, or maybe any that are human aus?? Any rating is fine.

Thanks a lot!

Check out our #reunion tag for loads more fics like this! Here are more to add to the collection...

Come, They Told Him by madrabbitgirl [E]

Crowley is having the comeback of a lifetime. He's been through rehab, he's playing arenas again and he's at the top of his game. Sure, he's burned some bridges along the way but everyone loves a second chance, right? He's not going to screw it up this time. Except, his new drummer Newt has contracted food poisoning and he can't afford to cancel his big show. Thankfully, Gabriel knows a guy who is very familiar with Crowley's ... body of work. And Crowley gets another second chance he never saw coming.

Stronger Than Hurt by TawnyOwl95 [E]

Everything changed the summer that Crowley fell off the Eastgate's garage roof and broke his arm.

Fourteen years later he stood outside a tattoo shop with a picture of the drawing Aziraphale Eastgate had done on his cast, and hoped for a second chance.

First Thing In The Morning by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale Fell, erstwhile nerd, now successful fantasy author, is signing books at this year’s Heaven and Earth convention when he spots a red-headed man in the crowd. Someone he hasn’t quite been able to forget since his school days. And as luck would have it, Anthony Crowley, former troublemaker, now responsible adult, seems keen to reconnect.

Love, Syncopation, and Other Key Elements of Jazz by feathereddino (T)

The jazz duo of A.J. and Fell are an unstoppable force well into their mid-twenties, but when Crowley's illness causes the pair to step back from the spotlight, an enterprising music manager scoops up Aziraphale's career. Dazzled, Aziraphale will abandon all of his former life to be Gabriel's perfect star but lose himself and his happiness along the way. It would take a very steady and forgiving heart for someone to love him through it all... (An ode to that ridiculous hat that Michael Sheen wears... seriously, that's where this came from.)

Dark Literature by UnproblematicMe (E)

Anthony J. Crowley, part owner of a large publishing company, is not happy when his partners hire his ex-lover Aziraphale Fell as an editor. Aziraphale does not exactly find the situation ideal either, but he needs the job. The two former lovebirds have to set their problems with each other aside when something dark and old awakes in the building they work in.

~Mods N & D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #reunion #getting back together #human au #mod d #mod n

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sircarebearalot · 3 months

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keep it simmering baby

up for adoption bc while i am def gonna write this baby some day, i'd LOVE too see others do thsi too and honstely if i post it here it's bc it's up for grabs

han sooyoung and kim dokja go to couples cooking bc they both can cook

(kdj, having been in the claws of poverty, never had the ingredients, energy and time, and now he just wanst a fool proof way to learn from scracth

hsy, having lived her youth in the lap of luxury, has always ordered takeout and is now emabrarred by her completely inability to contribute in the kitchen)

and they want to be a fucntionng adult for their partners, yoo 'tsundere star chef' joonghyuk and yoo 'perfect human being' sangah

they decide to sign up for a couples class bc that's less embarassing than just straight up admitting they don't know how and there aren't really classes for hopeless adults and also bc it's cheaper and they are both hopeless cheapskates

so yes, consider they are spending money and time together in a place where their partners aren't aware... does that look good?

lucky for them!! their partners are logical enough to know that kdj and hsy would never cheat on them (BC THEY ARE SUCH SIMPS) nevermind with eachother, unfortaunaltey, kdj and hsy's rep is bad enough for yoo joonghuk and yoo sangah to think that they have found themselves into trouble with .... wait for it.... THE LOCAL MAFIA!!!

so, see in this episode where kim dokja and best friend, han sooyoung go to a couple cooking class and (grudungly and painstakingly) pretend to be in love while all the attendeant, much older couples, fawn over them --- and one younger couple eye them mistruftully bc they think that kdj and hsy are cheating on therui couples bc (why the hell not) kim com are alll low level famous, (hsy is an author, kdj is an editor---whcih no one cares about bc he is also yjk's boo) and the young couple are very salty about it but OFC THEY WON'T POST ABOUT IT BC THAT'S AGAISNT THE SACRED RULE OF COUPLES COOKING BUT LOOK, LOOK??? HOW COULD KDJ RUTHLESSLY BREAK YJK'S HEART??? AND WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SIMPING FAITHFULNES OF HSY???

anyways, that is happening there in that studio, while on the other side of town, yoo joonghyuk and yoo sangah have enlisted kimcom to take down the fearsome mafia to save the two fool that aren't even in trouble.

naturally this epsiode will feature hilarious cutawar moments such as thsi one...

["Do you think Sangah is thinking of me right now?"

"I'm sure she is cutting down the city wondering where you are at," Kim Dokja replies drolly, as he poked mistrustfully at a perfectly fine tomato.

On the other side of town, Yoo Sangah smiles angelically at a mob boss, who was on his knees and holding his right pec protectively. "You will answer my questions, won't you? Where is Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja?"

"Who?" the mob boss demands.

Yoo Sangah's smile tightens and she nods at Yoo Joonghyuk, who's eyes are gleaming with a slightly demonic light. He advances once again and the mob boss' pleas of ignorance are ignored.]

and ofc

["I don't even know if Joonghyuk will eat my food," Kim Dokja sulked, looking moodily after the instructer that had failed at hiding a grimace at Kim Dokja's liberal use of spice. "He only eats his own cooking anyways."

"Don't you want to feed those brats like the responsible ajjussi they think you are?"

"You have a point," he sighs. "I hope they have finishied their homework."

Not too far away, Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung are arguining on how they will punish the criminals for taking Kim Dokja away (the adulst of kim com failed to remeber how the kids have access to the baby monitors), kimcom for leaving them out of the rescuing ('that jerkface is going to pay for keeping me from rescuing hyung!!"), and each other for allowing such a tragedy to take place. All while a fierce baby Biyoo chimes on with an ocassionaly 'Baat!']

so, stay tuned for the misadventures of silly gooses and silly billies alike!!

#joongdok #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #omniscient reader webtoon #omniscent reader #yoo sangah #han sooyoung #kimcom #mafia au #cooking class #fake dating i guess #misunderstandings in the best way possible---COMEDU #*COMEDY #IM JUST A GIRL ITH GIRL NEEDS

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smeddiemunson · 1 year

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6 please. Not exactly angst, missed the headings on first glance. Don't know if I can give ideas,

Thinking of eddie getting a baby (we got given a bag of flour, some classes got eggs, not sure if it was done in 80s America; they're given actual dolls now, they're bloody freaky) from sex ed class to "learn responsibility". Phoning THE babysitter in a panic saying he's lost the baby and forgetting to mention that it's not an actual baby.

ahhh i'm finally getting to this!! i'm so sorry it took me so long! Thank you for being patient and thank you for not making me write angst 🖤 6: "i lost the baby"

As Steve entered through the front door of his home, he could already hear the phone ringing itself off the hook.

He grumbled about not being able to even take his shoes off before he was able to field a crisis, but still rushed over to the phone. He wasn't interested in letting it ring until it stopped, he never trusted that it would be possible for whoever was on the other end of the line to call back if it was an emergency. More than a few telemarketers had been privy to his urgent answer than he cared to admit.

"Harrington's," he rushed into the phone before it had reached his ear.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie Munson panted. "I lost the baby and I don't know what to do."

Steve froze. This was the first he'd heard of anything to do with a baby, who would trust Eddie with a baby? He could barely be trusted to keep track of his own head and that was attached to the rest of his body. Surely the entire town knew now that if they needed a young adult man to look after a baby, Steve was the first person they should check in with? He loved babies and compared to the children he had experience heading, they'd probably be a walk in the park.

His second thought was sheer panic. A lost baby wasn't good in any circumstance. A lost baby in Hawkins, Indiana where monsters came out to play, was the worst of the circumstances.

"Okay, stay where you are. I'm coming." He didn't wait to hear Eddie's grateful reply. But just before he could slam the phone back into place on the wall he realised something.

"Wait, Eddie! Where are you?"

"At the school."

Steve hung up, suddenly thankful he hadn't had the time to take his shoes off. He could get to the school in thirteen minutes in a rush, he thought he could do it in eleven but he'd never had the opportunity to try. Missing a bit of first period had never seemed worth the test.

He supposed there was no better time to find out if he was right than in an emergency.

Ten minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he swerved into the Hawkins High parking lot. Eddie was bouncing from foot to foot and twisting his hands together in front of him. He kept glancing back and forth between the school and Steve's car.

The beemer was parked across three bays and left unlocked as Steve ran across the parking lot to meet with Eddie.

"Oh my god, Stevie, I owe you one, I cannot fail this class. I promised Wayne I'd be fine going back to school and, you know, everything and he'd gonna be so pissed if I flunk another year and, you know he won't say anything, but he'll be upset and I can't disappoint him any more than I already have and I--"

"Eddie!" Steve interrupted, still panting heavily from his short run and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body. "Start at the beginning."

Eddie nodded sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, I can do that."

Steve knew that getting worked up wouldn't help the baby. It would be okay for one more minute while Eddie explained and they could come up with a plan of where to start rather than going in blind. It would be fine.

"So I got given one of those flower-baby things for home-ec. It's worth like 60% of my grade to keep this 'kid' 'alive'," he threw up air quote signs with his fingers.

Steve felt his vision start to cloud red. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he was sure Eddie said what he thought he said.

"A flour baby?" Steve echoed, interrupting Eddie's monologue.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Yeah? You know? You get a bag of flour and you have to draw a face on it, and put a little blue or pink hat on it. Treat it like a real child."

Steve could feel something bubbling in his chest. Anger.

He socked Eddie on the arm.

"Ow!" He furiously rubbed his arm where Steve hit him. "What did you do that for?

"You idiot," Steve hissed. "I thought you'd lost a real baby."

Eddie blinked. Then, arm forgotten about, he doubled over, clutching his stomach to laugh.

"You thought I had a real baby?" He wheezed.

Steve only barely restrained himself from hitting him again. "What was I supposed to think? You sounded really panicked!"

Eddie waved his hands in front of himself as he gulped in air through his titters. "I'm gonna fail home-ec!"

"Why the hell are you taking home-ec anyway? You can't cook."

"But I can sew," Eddie countered.

Steve just glared.

"Thank you for coming to my fake baby's rescue, Stevie. We really appreciate it. You're a good mom."

Steve flushed red. "Why would I be the one carrying it in this equation?"

Eddie smirked, reaching out to take Steve's waist in his hands. "Baby, have you seen these hips? Perfect for poppin' a kid or two out."

Steve batted his hands away. "Shut up."

"I'm serious. I think with a bit of effort--"

Steve clamped both of his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shut. Up."

He felt Eddie smile under his palms then flinched away as he licked

"You're disgusting," He grumbled, turning swiftly on his heel to start marching towards his car.

Eddie had to do a weird little jog to keep up with him. "Come on, baby, don't be like that."

"I'll see you later."

Eddie grabbed his bicep to stop him in his tracks and spun him to look at him. He grabbed Steve's face in both his hands.

Steve tried to look around to see if anyone could see them, but the parking lot was as deserted as it was when he first arrived.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry for panicking you and I'm sorry for laughing at you," Eddie said gently, holding Steve's face completely still. "Will you please help me look for the fake baby we have together? So I don't fail another year of high school and so we can do something more fun tonight. I'll do anything you want."

A smile spread slowly over Steve's face. Eddie narrowed his eyes warily.

"Anything I want?" Steve asked coyly.

Eddie nodded slowly, finally dropping his hands back down to his sides. "Anything."

"Okay, let's find this stupid thing."

"That's no way to talk about your child, Stevie."

Steve shoved him but secretly felt very fond that Eddie would even think to fake adopt a fake baby with him.

"Are you going to tell me what I'll be doing?"

Steve shook his head. He leaned close enough so he could whisper. "You're just going to have to find out later, Daddy."

The sound of Eddie's desperate groan followed him into the school.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ask #anon #prompt fill #umm so the school isn't closed closed there's probably like a cleaner or something in there still but there's basically no one around #don't think about it too hard yeah?#we stay silly on this blog!

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Return of the King - Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 AO3

So... Remember that bit about the shed? It's happening here so...🫣

They decided to wait.

Both Eddie and Steve knew that any blood drinking that happened in the house while the kids were around would cause a whole other kind of trauma for them.

The ‘overhearing their parents having sex’ kind of trauma was not something they could, in good conscience, subject them to.

Even if the two of them really, really, wanted to do it right then, right there, at that moment.

Eddie managed to find the thinnest thread of self control, pulling himself out of Steve’s lap and giving themselves a good five minutes of standing on opposite sides of the room trying to calm down so they didn’t blind any innocent eyes (and Robin) when they went back out to join them.

The kids were, as usual, fucking relentless with their questions. They wanted to know exactly what had been discussed, why they weren’t being filled in on all the details and why Steve couldn’t just drink right now.

Eddie had to hide his grin behind his hair when he caught sight of Hopper’s slightly green face as he asked “You two definitely know what you’re doing, right?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Steve and Eddie agreed even though they definitely did not but no one needed to know that.

Nancy was glancing in between the two of them with that investigative glint in her eye and Eddie couldn’t decide if she was trying to figure out how the blood drinking would work or if she was picking up on the bright neon signs of attraction hanging over both Steve and Eddie’s heads for the entire day.

Steve, ever the expert babysitter, was able to distract the kids from their questions pretty effectively by asking if they wanted to have one of their old fashioned movie night sleepovers which they all readily agreed to.

Eddie had never had a big party sleepover at his house bar that one instance that healed nothing in them. After that he'd only had one or two over at a time, mainly to keep a close watch on them, but never everyone all at once and never with so much life.

His house was not as well equipped for it as Steve’s had been, he and Wayne didn’t have Narnia level linen closets full of spare blankets and pillows, they didn’t have the amount of floor space or the expansive bedrooms. But what they did have was a pull out couch, air mattresses and two adults who were still deep enough in their guilt to offer to drive out to Steve’s place to pick up those aforementioned blankets and pillows.

When Hopper and Joyce arrived back they let everyone know that they were going to respectfully bow out. They wanted all the kids to have a chance to relax with each other without feeling like they were being watched.

And their backs couldn’t handle anything less than a bed at their age which Eddie understood.

Hopper fixed him with a firm look. “This isn’t us forcing our responsibilities on you two again.”

“At least we hope it’s not.” Joyce interjected with a small smile. “We just know that under normal circumstances the kids would be at that age where they wouldn’t want their parents around, putting a damper on things, embarrassing them.” She laughed but Eddie could hear the little bit of heartbreak underneath it. Her babies were growing up.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the same. It’s not just me anymore, Steve is here too. And Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle… we’re evenly matched six to six. We’ll keep them in line.” Eddie smiled his most charming smile, one that rarely ever worked on parents but seemed to do the trick just fine this time around. “And Wayne will be back soon- oh shit.”

Joyce smiled back at him. “How’re you going to explain the invading force?”

Eddie exhaled heavily. “I dunno. It’ll be fine.”

Wayne was usually easygoing enough. Eddie just hoped that easygoing attitude extended to explaining the resurrected town hero currently sitting on the couch and playing Red Hands against Robin with his eyes closed and Erica's hands over his ears.

“It’ll be fine.” He repeated again.

Joyce just patted him on the shoulder and followed Hopper out to the car.

As it turned out, Wayne took the intrusion of the kids very well. He seemed just as happy as everyone else to see the kids acting as kids again.

Eddie was even more surprised at just how casual he was when he told him that Steve was alive. Because of course that was the story they were going with. He was going to keep Wayne away from as much of the supernatural fuckery as he could.

So as far as Wayne knew, Steve had been injured and in the commotion and explosion of patients at Hawkins General, had been rushed to a hospital a town over without any ID on him. He’d only recently recovered enough to come back. They’d all thought he was dead.

The one thing that Eddie didn’t like, however, was the look Wayne gave him, something devilish and mischievous as he paced, talking about Steve’s history with the kids.

“What?” Eddie snapped.

“Oh, nothin’”

“Don’t ‘oh, nothin’ me, old man. You’re conspiring. You’re plotting.”

Wayne got to his feet. “I’m doing no such thing.”

Before Eddie could stop him he had strode the few short steps to the sitting room door, rapping hard on the jamb.

“Harrington. A word.”

“Wayne!” Eddie hissed as the kids all started to singsong oooohhh and Steve’s in trouble from their spots on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

As Steve stepped into the kitchen his eyes darted nervously between Wayne who was sitting back down at the kitchen table and Eddie who was trying to send death ray signals at his uncle from his pacing spot on the floor.

“Um… yes, Mr. Munson, sir?”

Eddie grimaced internally as Wayne scowled.

“Am I your commanding officer, boy?”

“Wayne!” Eddie gurgled out towards the ceiling. “Be nice!”

Steve looked both bewildered and so very unsure, like he was in the middle of a viper pit. But at the same time there was a determined tilt to his shoulders. “No. No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. So you’re to stop with that ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Munson’ crap, do you hear me?” Wayne was ignoring Eddie on purpose and Steve seemed determined to do this without backup so Eddie was stuck watching this interaction from the outside like some nature documentary. He wondered if David Attenborough’s voice was about to start narrating in his ear about a standoff between two predators.

It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that had happened to him in the last twenty four hours.

“Alright. No more ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Munson’ crap from now on, Wayne.”

If Eddie didn’t know his uncle so well he’d have thought that comment had landed terribly. But there was just the slightest lifting at the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign to Eddie that Steve had said the right thing.

Somehow.

But that was more terrifying than anything else. Because Wayne and Eddie were very similar people. They liked to push. They liked to see how far they could take it. They liked to make people uncomfortable enough to bring their true nature out.

“Good. Now tell me.”

Wayne leaned forward in his chair maintaining terrifying, all seeing eye contact with Steve, watching him like a hawk for any kind of falter.

“Are you fucking my boy?”

Eddie let out a strangled cry, dragging all of his hair in front of his face. He started spinning in circles, needing to get away from the pure, all encompassing mortification but not wanting to leave the room at the same time.

Where was the apocalypse when he needed one? Where were the cracks in the earth or the fucking bats or Vecna?

“Yes.”

Traitor! Steve the Betrayer! Turncoat! Deserter! Fucking Judas!

Eddie planted himself face first into the corner by the door, leaning in as heavily as his body would allow.

This was where he lived now.

“Mm-hm.” He could hear the nod in Wayne’s voice. “You plan on just fucking him or are you going to be hanging around?”

“Hopefully both. Gonna keep him. Like a stray cat.”

“Steven!” Eddie shouted from his new home.

“You know not to feed him after midnight?”

“Yep.”

“And I’ve found a spray bottle full of water usually helps with the biting.”

“Spray bottle. Got it.”

What the fuck was happening right now? Had he dropped into another alternate reality?

Eddie spun around, pretty sure he was red from embarrassment the whole way down to his fingertips. He only grew even more outraged when he saw the terrible attempt in front of him to hide matching smiles.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

This couldn’t be happening.

They were bonding. They were ganging up. They were being two little fucks. This was terrible.

“The Brutus to my Ceaser!” Eddie cried. “The Fredo to my Michael! The Benedict Arnold to my all of America!”

Eddie huffed in the most melodramatic fashion he could and stomped off to the sitting room.

"I'm stealing your best friend, Harrington. She's mine now."

He grumbled and muttered his way over to Robin on the couch who was looking up at him slightly bewildered but mostly amused as he planted himself across her lap.

“Ow, Jesus fuck Buckaroo.” He wiggled around. “Why are your thighs so bony?”

“Why is your ass so bony?” She hissed back, wincing and trying to adjust until the two were comfortable.

The kids all watched the exchange wide eyed, like it was the best free entertainment they’d ever gotten.

“You two are gonna give me grey hairs.” Steve frowned, tapping Eddie’s knee with his hand. “C’mon move. Let me in.”

There was enough space left for him on the couch in between the twosome of Robin and Eddie and Erica on the opposite side but apparently that wasn’t good enough for him.

Eddie crossed his arms and glared. “No, I told you. She’s mine now, tough shit.”

“Robin?”

“Sorry.” She shrugged, sliding her arms around his waist and hooking her chin over his shoulder. “His house, his rules.”

Steve released a heavy sigh. “That’s too bad.”

And he began to tip forward.

“Steve?”

“Stevington, don’t you dare!”

“No! Harringt- oof!”

The air was punched out of the two of them as Steve flopped all of his undead jock weight directly down on top of them, keeping his body loose and pliant as they struggled to free themselves.

“You brute!” Eddie could have probably tried harder to extricate himself but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love having Steve’s weight on top of him. Only downside was-

“Evie!” Robin’s strained, punched out exhale came from the bottom of the pile as she shifted around, digging her bony legs in, trying to free herself.

“Ow, ow! Okay.” Eddie tapped him on the arm three times.

Steve immediately lifted his weight up, hovering over the two of them and suddenly Eddie couldn’t remember why he’d stopped it.

The answer swiftly came as Robin flicked the two of them across the ears.

“Stop it.” She warned, acting pissed off but her posture was too gentle to really sell it.

The three of them shifted around until they were all situated as comfortably as they could be with Eddie pretty much draped across Robin and Steve, who were both cuddled up together.

“What kind of bizarre three way mating ritual did I just witness?” Max asked from her spot on the floor.

“A pathetic one.” Erica had leaned away over the arm of the couch to avoid the flailing limbs but had now gotten comfortable again.

"Just play the damn movie and stop judging us." Eddie flapped his hand in the direction of the TV.

As the lights were switched off and the movie began, Steve leaned down ever so slightly.

"Wayne's gone up to bed."

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, still trying to appear pouty but it was a rapidly losing fight in the face of Steve's hand running up and down his back.

"I like him. He's a Lakers fan."

"What the fuck is a 'Lakers'?"

"It's a sportsball team." Robin muttered into his ear.

"Oh." He nodded then paused. "Which sportsball?"

"Baskets."

"Makes sense, I guess." He reached his hand back and grasped Steve's own. "I'm glad you're getting on but I hate what the consequences will be for me."

"We'll go easy on you." Steve squeezed his hand.

"Don't you dare." He muttered, squeezing back.

They made it halfway through the movie. The whole Fellowship was exhausted. A solid month of broken and tear filled sleep caught up to them all. And they felt like they could breathe. They felt like they could relax. So everyone was out like a light. Not even stirring when the soundtrack to the movie kicked into full crescendo, the volume on the tv just a tad too loud.

It seemed to Eddie like the only person still clinging onto wakefulness was himself. He’d watched over them obsessively for so long it was hard to let go.

He grumbled to himself as he reached for the remote, turning the volume down. He kept the movie playing though. Good background noise. Good noise to occupy his own thoughts.

All the kids minus Erica were in a giant puppy pile on the floor, Erica herself was draped over her side of the couch. Argyle and Jonathan were snoring together on one of the blowup mattresses, Nancy was curled up in the armchair and Steve and Robin were slotted together behind him.

He was still across their laps, Steve’s hand resting on his bare hip where his shirt had ridden up and he really didn’t want to move. He wasn’t exactly comfy but he was content. He had a bed waiting for him upstairs but what would even be the point if he couldn’t grab Steve by the balls and haul him up there with him.

The hand on his hip squeezed and Eddie’s heart started jackhammering immediately.

“Really?” Steve whispered in a low hum. “You’re gonna get riled up just from that?”

Well that tone certainly wasn’t helping circumstances.

“Do not make me horny while I’m lying in Robin’s lap, Steve.”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything. You did that on your own.”

“You’re kidding right?” Eddie tipped his head backward, just enough to glare. Robin’s head was back, her mouth hanging open and she snuffled every so often on a wheezing inhale. Steve was just looking down on him with a quite frankly infuriating smirk. “This is all your fault.”

He was just about able to catch Steve’s eye from his twisted position but Steve wasn't looking at his eyes, he was staring at Eddie’s stretched out neck with a slow splash of yellow swirling in his eyes.

Eddie could feel his body reacting almost immediately and he needed to get out of Robin’s lap, like right now.

“Fuck.” He was able to push himself up to standing, Robin smacking her lips in her sleep. He held his hand out to Steve. “C’mon.”

Steve’s eyes snapped away from his neck, up to meet his gaze slowly melting back to brown. “You’re sure?”

“Stevie baby, I’m so sure. I am so completely 100% sure that if you don’t get up and come with me right now I will go and deal with this,” he gestured down at himself, “on my own and you won’t get to do a thing about it. Might make you watch.”

Steve’s breathing was coming in short and sharp and he was staring up at him with wide blown eyes. “Goddamn it Eddie.” Steve snatched up his hand, expertly unwinding himself from around Robin and letting himself be pulled from the room.

When Steve started moving in the direction of the stairs Eddie shook his head, leading him through the kitchen and out the back door.

“Don’t want to wake anyone up. And I want you to be loud.”

Steve glanced up, finally seeing where he was being led and stopped short.

“Eddie, we are not having sex in a shed.”

“It’s fine! I practise guitar in there all the time, promise. The boathouse was worse.”

"We didn't have sex in the boathouse either."

Oh, well.

"Wanna change that?"

"No! It's property that doesn't belong to either of us."

"And? It’s abandoned like half this town. Rick’s fucked off to Florida or somewhere." He pulled Steve in close, lacing their hands together and guiding them around Steve's back before walking him backwards towards the door. "You don't think about that day?" They bumped up against the wood and Eddie leaned in.

"I think about it all the time.” He dragged his nose up Steve's throat, stopping his lips right where he'd pressed that jagged glass into his neck. “Want to do it again?"

"Eddie." It came out as a pitiful whine and god he was gonna ruin his boy. "You gonna threaten me with a broken bottle again?" Steve was trying to sound petulant but his voice was too breathy.

"Only if you ask nicely."

Eddie could feel his jumping pulse under his lips, as much as a supernaturally slowed down, undead pulse could jump.

Steve thumped his head against the wooden door. "There's gonna be bugs."

"There's no bugs."

There’s definitely bugs.

"There is. I can hear them from here."

Eddie stopped. He hadn't considered that. It sounded irritating as shit.

"Can you hear them all the time?"

Steve shook his head. "I can kinda zone in or zone out, you know? So it's not that bad."

"Right." He nodded. Then, because he couldn't help himself, because he was a terrible shit down to his bones he said, "So it doesn't bug you?"

Steve's expression collapsed into a deadpan stare. "I can't believe I put my dick in you."

Eddie grinned and tugged the door open. "Don’t worry. I’ll repay the favour."

Sure enough, there was his guitar laid lovingly in her floor stand in one corner of the rickety old shed. The walls had ancient blankets that came with the house haphazardly nailed to the walls to try to keep the sound dampened, a bare swinging lightbulb hanging down in the middle and one of the dining chairs had been dragged in for Eddie to sit in as he played.

It was hardly atmospheric.

But atmosphere wasn't exactly what he was looking for right now.

As soon as the door closed behind them Eddie had Steve shoved up against it. Not wasting a second he shoved his tongue in past Steve’s lips and snuck his hand up Steve’s infuriating, tight, preppy polo, grabbing a fistful of chest hair and pulling.

“Jesus, Eddie.” Steve said through his grunt of pain, immediately diving back into their messy debauched kiss, grinding his hips forward in a filthy swivel.

“Been waiting,” he grabbed another fistful of Steve’s hair, yanking his head to the side. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that Steve had always been stronger than him.

But now he was probably stronger than any human on the planet and there was no way he’d have been able to manoeuvre him around like that unless Steve allowed it. And just the thought of that sent fire through him, a wave of power at being able to have control over the beautiful supernatural man in front of him, “to get my mouth on you,” he laved hot, open mouthed and horny kisses across Steve’s jaw and down his neck, “all fucking day.”

Eddie tried to pull the collar of Steve’s polo to the side but it wasn’t enough to get where he wanted.

“Off. Now.” He said, tugging at the hem and watching with hungry eyes as Steve stripped the polo off and his heaving chest came into view.

"Now you."

Eddie shook his head. "Not yet."

"That's not fair."

"No, it's not." He watched Steve closely, checking to see if this was a boundary he didn't want crossed or if he was into the small bit of power play going on.

Steve had the most adorable little pout on his face but other than that didn’t look unsure or uncomfortable, dragging Eddie back towards him but Eddie ducked his head before he could crash their lips back together again, continuing on his sucking and biting trajectory across Steve’s neck, his collarbone, his shoulder until he sank his teeth down hard into a meaty pec, desperate to leave the shape of his teeth in Steve’s skin.

“Ah! Fuck, Eds. Don’t make me go get the spray bottle.” Steve whined, any hint of authority lost in the breathless way he said it.

Eddie reached down and pulled one of Steve’s legs forward, until it was resting at a slight angle. He shoved Steve’s thigh in between his own legs, grinding down hard and releasing his own winded moan at finally getting some pressure, some friction.

“You’re not leaving this shed until I’m done with you.” He pressed his thumb down onto one pretty pink nipple and swallowed Steve’s groan of pleasure as he rutted down against one of those magnificent thighs.

Steve’s hands were in his back pockets, pushing and pulling him forward and backward and god Eddie could stay here forever.

But he was already closer than he wanted to be right now and he’d be so fucking mad at himself if he came before he could fuck the ever living daylights out of the man in front of him.

Though he was very interested in just how responsive Steve was to having his chest hair and nipples tugged and pulled he needed to switch tactics or this would all be over too soon.

Reaching down, he made quick work of Steve’s button and zipper, roughly yanking his jeans and boxers down to his knees in one go, dropping himself to the floor along with them.

“Oh my god, Eds.”

Steve had a hand in his hair already and that was good, great even but he really needed to mention the other thing before they got much further.

“I’m not a fan of having my face fucked.” He blurted out, maybe a little more anxious sounding than he meant it to be, running his hands up Steve’s thighs. Steve’s hand immediately gentled, scratching soothing against his scalp.

“Okay, no face fucking. Promise.”

“And my gag reflex leaves something to be desired.”

“Then you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

“Okay. Okay. You set the pace, I won’t move you. You want me to keep my hand here?” He gave Eddie’s hair the gentlest of tugs.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s good.” He took Steve’s length into his hand and gave him a couple of pumps, relishing in the keening little noises he could pull from Steve’s mouth from all the way down on the ground.

“F-for the record. I am a fan.” Steve had thunked his head back against the door again but now looked back down with that terrible teasing look in his eye. “Of having my face fucked. And my gag reflex has been complimented once or twice.”

No. He was not going to come in his pants just from the sight of Steve all cocky and smug above him, telling him how he liked to have his throat railed.

Eddie pressed his forehead against Steve’s bare hip and willed himself to calm down.

“You can't just go around saying things like that, Stevie.”

He pumped Steve a few more times, trying to… get back at him? Regain the upper hand?

Eddie didn't fucking know, but he didn't want to stop.

“Besides, since when have you been roaming around sucking dick, sweetheart?” As though to punctuate his statement he pressed the flat of his tongue against the head of Steve’s cock, closing his lips around it and giving a light suck before pulling off. “If you’d have gone to the usual spots we could have gotten to this a lot sooner.”

“I’ve been on a lot of vacations, baby.” Steve panted at the ceiling, having rolled his head back again. “Been to a lot of major cities. Had a lot of time to myself when I was there.”

Eddie nodded, purposefully brushing his lips against the head, pulling a beautiful debauched moan out of Steve’s throat and causing him to grip onto his own thigh hard.

“Good to know.”

Without warning, Eddie dove down, taking him in as deep as he comfortably could.

The sounds Steve was making above him were music to Eddie’s ears, immediately getting locked away into his spank bank box for the rest of his life.

“Oh god, oh fuck Eds. Your mouth- oh my god.”

Eddie didn’t have an awful lot of experience sucking dick, surprisingly enough, considering how experienced he was in everything else. Apparently, according to one guy, he’d just had that look about him.

Like he might bite it off for fun, a bit of a feral gleam in his eye.

So, y’know, rude.

And guys usually wanted to shove it back as far as they could almost immediately.

Which… no. No. Never again.

But he didn’t have to worry about any of that with Steve. Steve was allowing him to take his time and figure himself and his limits out, all the while staying dutifully still. His fingers had twitched in his hair once or twice but they never tightened and they never pushed.

“Eds, baby, I’m- I’m close-”

Eddie pulled off. “Not yet.”

The cry Steve let out almost sounded like he was in pain but he was pliant as Eddie helped him step out of his jeans and lead him over to the dining chair.

Eddie sat down and pulled Steve forward to straddle his lap, sitting far enough away so they weren’t pressed close together and no roll of Steve’s hips would bring any friction.

“See that shelf behind me?”

Steve looked up, still trying to catch his breath before exhaling on a laugh. “Well you’re very prepared.”

He stood, legs spread on either side of the dining chair and reached over Eddie’s shoulder to get the lube and condoms he’d stashed there earlier on in the day. Eddie took his chance to latch his mouth onto one of those lovely nipples he hadn’t got to taste yet.

He bit and sucked and licked and the whole time Steve stayed where he was with his chest pressed up against Eddie’s face letting out little mewls and whines while clearly trying to stop himself from humping against Eddie’s chest.

Eddie took the lube and condoms from Steve’s stalled hand, releasing his nipple with one last lick, looking up at him and shaking the bottle.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed, face flushed, chest heaving and mouth open. “Yeah, so okay.”

“You want to do it yourself?”

“No. No, you. Want your…” he swallowed. “Want your hands.”

Eddie grinned, sharp and victorious. “You got ‘em, big boy. Think you’ll be able to stay standing?”

Steve was spread open, legs slightly bent on either side. It must be a little strenuous with the way his legs had been trembling slightly but he was strong. Even before he’d come back from the dead he’d been strong.

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay. Put your hands on my shoulders. Good.”

Steve made a tiny aborted thrust and dug his fingers into Eddie’s skin at the ‘good’ comment and that was certainly something to explore in the next few minutes.

Eddie made quick work of him, alternating pushing a finger in and out, giving little kitten licks across Steve’s chest, his nipples and down his ribs. He brushed up against Steve’s prostate, causing him to jerk forward with a loud shout and he had half a mind to get Steve to make that sound again and again but decided against it. At least he knew where it was now. He added another finger and slowly scissored him open.

“It’s enough. Eds- baby, it’s enough I’m ready.”

“It’s not enough.” He mumbled against some glorious chest hair.

“It is.” Steve was thrusting back with vigour now, trying to fill himself up as much as possible.

“It’s not.” Eddie growled, bumping a third finger inside, a little meanly, a little too soon and pressed down against that bundle of nerves that he’d avoided since he first found them.

Steve screamed again, wiggling around and grinding back, trying to chase his pleasure with little sobs and moans. “Please. Please, Eddie, please!”

Eddie hummed against his skin, removing his fingers completely. “I like it when you beg.”

“Please, Eddie!” Steve whined again, unable to get his voice to do anything else.

“You’ll get it, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Eddie shoved his own jeans and boxers down without much care, hissing at the sensation of something finally touching his dick as he rolled the condom on. “Okay, c’mere, baby. Let me fill you up.”

Steve almost sighed as he sank down slowly, until he was full seated, trying to move immediately.

Eddie clamped his hands hard around Steve’s hips, trying to still him, but of course he wasn’t strong enough.

“Stop moving.”

Steve whined again, mostly halting his movements, but not quite.

“Steve.” He snapped. “Be good.”

He stopped immediately, panting with his hands still clenched on Eddie’s shoulders.

Oh yeah.

Eddie caressed Steve’s face, brushing his thumbs over cheekbones as he himself tried not to immediately blow his load.

“I need you to calm down a little for what I’m gonna ask you next, okay? I need you fully present.”

Steve nodded, pressing their foreheads together. “I understand.” He breathed in and out a few times, in and out, in and out before opening his eyes. “What is it?”

Eddie flicked his own eyes between Steve’s, blown out black and horny with that ring of honey-brown around them.

“Do you want to bite me?”

He could feel Steve’s breath catch in his chest rather than hear it as his eyes started to slowly leak yellow into brown.

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” He answered without much hesitation.

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna bite me, you’re gonna drink. In ten seconds I’m gonna tap on your neck twice,” tap, tap “and you’re gonna stop.”

Steve nodded as well. His eyes were almost completely yellow now. “And I’m gonna stop.”

“Yeah. After that you can take what you need from me, drink until you’ve had your fill, ride me into the ground.”

“What if I can’t stop?”

“I have a brick.”

“Seriously?” Steve laughed, but as they did the vibrations very swiftly reminded them that Eddie was still very much inside him and the laughter was punched out of them in a quick whoosh of a joined moan.

Steve leaned forward, his breath coming in short bursts again as he pressed a light kiss against Eddie’s neck.

Eddie rested one hand on the side of Steve’s neck, repeating two taps, ten seconds, two taps, to himself over and over.

“Ready?” Steve muttered.

“Yeah.”

The next second he felt two sharp stings in the side of his neck, followed quickly by numbness and a sucking feeling like he was getting the most intense hickey of his life, whining high and wanton out through the shed.

At the same second Steve let out his own guttural growl, clutching onto Eddie tight and grinding his hips down in time with his sucking.

Eddie was endlessly thankful that he was still lucid, still able to count but that meant he had to witness the gross horror in front of him for the next six seconds.

As soon as Steve growled out, he started radiating this aura of danger, predator, protect. It was intense and wild and terrifyingly arousing, but apart from that, everything else could feel it too.

The spiders that had just been chilling in the corners of the ceiling scuttled away through the cracks at the speed of light. Eddie could hear other creepy crawlies under the floorboards scatter and fight to get as far away as possible, even hearing the squeaking of some mice and rats as well as a few birds scamper, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and this apex predator.

Eddie tapped Steve’s neck twice and the sucking sensation stopped immediately. Steve laved his tongue over the wound before pulling back, continuing to bounce ever so slightly in Eddie’s lap with debauched little punched out ‘ah, ah, ah’ noises.

Steve looked… Steve looked amazing. Somehow more perfect than he had only a few seconds ago, his skin was practically glowing, his hair was voluminous and thick despite the sweaty heat of two writhing bodies, his cheeks were a delicate rosy pink, his plump mouth was full and rose red and his eyes were like two clear crystal yellow sapphires.

“I- I stopped.” He panted as he bounced more insistently, planting his feet and using Eddie’s shoulders to leverage himself up and down, up and down.

Eddie’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, he’d never felt like this, it had never been this good before. “You- you did. My beautiful boy. My good boy.”

Steve landed down hard at that, nearly screaming out again. Eddie felt so thoroughly fucked and used and it was the most glorious thing.

“D’you- need more?” He moaned out, pretty sure he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Mm- want more, Eddie. Want more.”

“Okay, baby. Take it.” He grabbed Steve by the back of his neck and hauled him forward, crashing his mouth back over the wound on his neck. “Take it all.”

He didn’t bite this time, just sucked at the still weeping wound. Which seemed to double the pleasure running rampant through Eddie’s body and if the fucked out sounds and filthy movements Steve was making were anything to go by he was feeling it too.

He managed to wedge a hand in between the two of them to grasp Steve’s length and employ every trick he knew, twisting, turning, kneading and rubbing.

“That’s it, my good boy, my darling, my baby, my sweetheart. Feel so good around me, never felt like this before, gonna keep you forever. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me, Stevie, I’m gonna-”

He couldn’t even cry out as he came, the sensation was so overwhelming it got caught in his throat, against Steve’s lips who crashed over the edge a few seconds later, the force of his orgasm hitting Eddie in the chin with his come.

They clung close to each other as they came down, sweaty and tired and electric.

“How are you feeling?” Steve muttered, hoving his hand over the fang marks he’d left in Eddie’s neck.

“‘M feeling good. Wouldn’t even know they were there.”

“I didn’t take too much?” His eyes were wide and worried, melting back to honey-brown.

“No, baby.” Eddie shook his head, now feeling the twinge in his neck and rubbed his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “You didn’t take too much. I feel good. Great, even.”

Steve looked amazing, fantastic, perfect. Like the most dedicated renaissance painting, a peak of health and beauty. He’d take the modelling world by storm if he chose to. It was almost unfair. If Eddie hadn't already had his wicked way with him, he’d be looking for excuses to pin him down.

“How about you?”

“So good. Better than I’ve ever felt, I think.” Steve gave him a blinding smile and Eddie was helpless to lean forward and taste it himself. There was a bit of blood on his lips and in his mouth but that was fine because it was Steve and if Eddie could survive his morning breath he could survive a bit of his own blood in his mouth.

"Can you stand?"

“I- yeah. I should be okay.”

Well thank god for that because Eddie was pretty sure his legs were dead from the weight that had been on top of them but honestly that was the least of his worries as Steve winced, trying to right himself on shaky legs.

“I suppose a shower is out of the question?” Steve was using his underwear to wipe in between his legs and gingerly pulling his pants back up while Eddie stretched his legs out so he wouldn’t be wobbling into the house like a wounded gazelle.

“Not unless you want the whole house quizzing you on why you’re showering at, like, one in the morning.”

His t-shirt was wet and now it was also cold which was a 2/10 experience, the only thing giving it two points was that it was wet with Steve because he was a gross little rat man and he was proud of it.

They poked and prodded each other with giggled whispers and terrible attempts to keep quiet as they stole up the stairs, being satisfied enough with a cursory wipedown from a washcloth and fell into bed together still snickering and muttering nonsense as they fell asleep curled around one another.

It felt like it had only been a blink of the eye when Steve sat bolt upright in bed, but daylight was starting to break over the horizon so it had to have been a few hours later.

“Sss’evie?” Eddie slurred, barely conscious. He turned and tried to blink through his haze but he could barely see straight. “S’wrong?”

“Something’s coming.” Steve whispered, almost to himself before his entire body locked up, tensing as if ready to pounce.

In the next second he’d darted over Eddie, bracketing him with his body, hovering with big yellow eyes.

“Stevie?” Eddie stared up at him a little wide eyed and a lot awake. He didn't get a response. "Baby?"

Then the world started to shake.

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#steddie #steve and robin #steve x eddie #stranger things #eddie x steve #eddie and robin #steddie fic #stranger things fic #fanfic #penny00dreadful #steddie vampire fic #steddie fanfic #vampire au #steddie vampire au #vampire steve #vampire steve harrington #Return of The King Steddie #ao3

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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So, how things will go next after Isabela managed to hold back Luisa?

Who said she managed?

Warning, potentially sensitive topics below.

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Luisa snarled down at her cousin. “Don’t you ever—”

She paused, interrupted by a wail from outside. Antonio and Isabela turned expectantly but neither could see; Camilo was too busy crying himself; and Dolores still hadn’t really moved, her eyes did shift to the sound.

Instantly, Luisa tore herself from the vines, making Isabela hiss in pain at the action.

However, rather than continue beating the teenager, she stormed out of the room as quickly as she came in.

“Shit,” Isabela muttered under her breath.

She glanced once at Camilo, then her other cousins, and then where Luisa had ran off too.

She ran to Dolores’ side, shaking her shoulder. “Prima? Dolores! Dolores, for fuck’s sake! Get ahold of yourself.” Not getting a quick enough response, she moved on. “Antonio? Go upstairs, please. Go find Tío Bruno.”

Antonio seemed just as shaken as his sister, fortunately Parce took control over the boy, as though he understood the command.

With the boy gone and presumably on his way to an adult, and Dolores finally started to move to help Camilo, Isabela propelled herself as fast as she could after her sister.

She ran through the kitchen and the courtyard with no sign. She’d hoped to have ran into her mother too, it was wishful thinking that she’d be back from town already. Or any of the adults. This was ridiculous. Why were they all gone at once?

“Casita!” She yelled, breathless. “Casita, where’s Luisa?”

The shutters fluttered, opening and pointing to the back door. It was open a bit. Like someone hadn’t cared enough to close it.

Isabela kicked the door open, instantly finding her target.

Luisa was sat just off from the patio with Mirabel sprawled out in her lap.

There is a metal trap clamped around Mirabel’s leg, shredding her dress and skin, coated red that pools around them. There is red dripping down from her earlobes too where two yellow tags are slotted in place of earrings - with big block numbers ‘320’.

Isabela stops short, as Luisa tentatively touches Mirabel’s leg with a shaky hand.

Her fingers come back red. Dark red.

It’s blood.

So much fucking blood.

Luisa goes on to jabbing her fingers into wherever she could on Mirabel’s leg in between the metallic teeth and pulling them apart, strength allowing her to snap and break the metal with ease.

Mirabel wails again in disgust and agony. She doesn’t get to say anything as a ripple of pain sears through her body and she curls up tighter, whimpering.

“You’re going to be okay, hermanita,” Luisa says. “Can you stand?”

Mirabel very clearly didn’t want to move at all, but she hauled herself up as soon as the question came. Luisa, who had probably realised a second too late, scooped the girl up into her arms.

In spite of her condition, Mirabel whined and tried to let herself down. “Luisa, it’s fine. I can walk myself and there is bandages inside.”

“No, you’re going to straight to Mama.”

“I wouldn’t want to bother anyone—”

“Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal, it is not up for debate.” Luisa snapped. Her anger slipping out to the wrong person.

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto karma au

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asirensrage · 11 months

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Alright so for Dabi, I'm thinking the reader doesn't know just who he is, he just shows up at the right time. He totally has a thing for crying.

"Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

13. Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?

Okay, so it took me a long time to like...actually figure out what I wanted to do with this...and then it basically took a life of its own and got out of hand and I had to wrangle it down lol.

Rating: Explicit Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Dabi x Undescribed Female Reader Warnings: Violence. Obsession. Mention of stalking. Murder. Kidnapping. Dacryphilia. Dark!fic. Unbeta'd Prompts: "Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?" And "Do you know how long I've watched you? You're perfect."

Notes: I don't know how well this turned out. I feel like it was a bit rushed but I couldn't figure out how to extend it properly. I hope you like it regardless. (I read it over only a couple times, so fair warning I guess.) HEED THE WARNINGS.

Living in a world with quirks teaches you a lot: what areas to avoid, the signs of a hero and villain fighting and how to make yourself look between a threat and a target. The truth of the world was simple. The more powerful your quirk is, the safer you are.

You’ve lived in the city all your life.

You’ve had problems before but it’s fine. You have insurance, your home is in a building that isn’t in a common villain/hero area and your quirk isn’t powerful but it is useful. It’s gotten you out of a couple of misdemeanours when you were young and you’ve redirected the anger of some adults that the kids you’ve come across didn’t deserve it. You’ve learned how to do it so that no one notices that you’re using your quirk. People just think you’re just good at de-escalation.

Your quirk is useful, but it isn’t powerful. You can’t sway the truly determined…or the desperate.

Your back slams into the wall, head ricocheting from the impact. Your vision blanks for a second, the world swaying as the man in front of you spits as he talks. You can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Give it to me!” he snarls, nails sharpening with his quirk in warning. He holds them in front of your face.

Your heart is beating in your ears and your stomach rolls. How hard did you hit your head? “Hold–hold on,” you say, trying to focus. If the world would stop swaying, you’d be able to reach into your bag and throw your wallet. Or the whole bag. Why did you pick one that went across your chest instead of hanging off your shoulder? Oh, right, so a wanna-be villain couldn’t swipe it as they ran by.

“Hurry up!”

“What’s the rush?” A voice calls out from the side. You both look at the newcomer. It’s a man but you can’t make out his features with the way he’s silhouetted by the street behind him.

“It’s none of your business,” your mugger calls out to them. “Get moving before you get hurt.”

The man laughs. “You think you’ll hurt me?” He moves closer, into the alley where she was dragged. “Anything dealing with her is my business.”

You frown slightly, confused. Do you know them? The voice isn’t familiar but your head hurts and you just want to go home.

The person trying to steal from you, who shoved you hard into a wall, turns to them, nails growing longer in response. “I’m telling you, leave. I don’t want to hurt you if I don’t have to.”

The man grins. “I do.”

You don’t know what happens next because your vision suddenly goes black and you feel yourself falling as you try to grasp at the wall to keep yourself standing. You feel heat, sudden and viciously hot, and hear someone screaming but it’s overrun by the way someone grabs you. Your vision returns as their arm hooks under your legs.

“I got you, princess.” You’re held close against their chest and you can feel them move, walking you back towards the street. Light glints off of the metal on their cheek and you catch sight of the disfiguration on half of his face.

“Hospital,” you say, blinking away the dots that scatter across your vision with the change in lighting. “Please. I think I need a hospital.”

“I know what you need,” he says. He grins as he says it, glancing down at you. His eyes are bright blue, standing out against the rest of his features. He doesn’t say anything else and you’re left to trust this stranger who’s holding you tight and moving determinedly. You wonder what happened to the thief, but put it out of your mind. You just got lucky a hero found you.

You’ve never been more wrong.

You stare at the man across from you as he leans against the door. Dabi, as he’s introduced himself, didn’t bring you to a hospital or your home. Instead, you’re healed and in his bedroom. You have no idea where exactly that is.

“Heh, are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?”

“Let me go,” you say, voice laced with your quirk. You see the way it settles in his eyes and fades just as fast. Your breath catches. That’s not good. He’s not desperate, not with how unconcerned he looks, which means he’s determined. The question is for what?

“No,” he says. “Not when I finally have you.”

“Have me? For what?” He doesn’t answer. “You can’t just kidnap people! You’re going to let me walk out!” Your voice rings with your power but nothing happens. You feel tears start to build up in your eyes and you try hard to swallow it back. You’re not super emotional but you tend to cry when you’re frustrated or angry. Like it has to be released one way or another. You never expected this to happen. You’re not a hero or anything. Your quirk isn’t powerful. You’re not worth this.

He moves away from the door, coming towards you. You’re tempted to scramble back, out of his reach, but you refuse to show that you’re afraid. You don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He reaches up and brushes one of the tears that fall off of your cheek. You watch as he puts the finger he used in his mouth, tasting it. Your throat tightens at the action. “I was right,” he says softly, sounding more like he’s talking to himself than to you. His eyes meet yours. “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? You’re perfect.”

You stare at him as the words register. “What?”

His hand grabs the back of your neck and before you can even think, his mouth is on yours. His kiss is hard and demanding, teeth nipping at your lips until you open up for him. His tongue moves against yours and he groans as though it’s something he wants to savour.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t be letting him kiss you like this, like he hasn’t stolen you away and ignored your demands to be released. You’re not stupid though. If he’s as much of a villain as he says he is, you just need to wait him out. You’ll find your exit one way or another.

“Stop thinking,” he tells you, mouth brushing access yours again before he sucks a mark into your throat. “I’ll show you it’s worth it. You won’t want to run when I’m done.”

You laugh at the presumptuousness. As if anything would be enough to make you want to stay. You can’t deny you’re curious though. It’s always been your downfall.

Tears fall as he holds your hips down, mouth moving between your legs and building you closer to the edge that you’ve been thrown off of multiple times already. You’re not sure you’ve ever orgasmed this many times before, not in a row, not with another person. He seems to know exactly what you like. You barely have to direct him.

You can’t stop yourself from crying from the stimulation even as you begged for more. When he sees it, he pauses, moving to slot his hips between your legs as he kisses you again. You can taste yourself on him, but the thought barely registers when he moves his mouth. He kisses and licks at the tracks of tears.

“So fucking pretty when you cry,” he mutters against your skin.

“-m not,” you whine. “Dabi, please!”

“Please what? Hmm?”

You don’t answer, trying to wipe away your tears. You didn’t mean to cry but it felt like too much. Now he was giving you a break and you felt like you could breathe again.

“Come on, princess. You want more? Let me keep you.”

“No,” you breathe.

“Tell me,” he demands, hips rocking into yours. He’s hard against you. “Only gonna cry for me. Only I make you feel like this. Admit it.”

You whine, simultaneously wanting more and less. His hand wraps around your throat, heating slightly. His mouth nips at your jaw before moving against your ear. “Tell me you want me.”

Your head falls back. He’s so close but he’s already made you cum multiple times. You can outlast this.

His hand burns at your lack of response but it fades just as fast. “You’re mine.”

“No,” you say, half exhausted but kissing him again.

“Tell me,” he demands.

You don’t answer.

“Heh,” he says before angling himself and pressing in. He groans into your neck at the sensation. “You will.”

Obsession Prompts + Another Set of Yandere Prompts

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#obsession prompt #dabi x reader #dabi x you #mha oneshot #dabi oneshot #i have no idea how good this is...or isn't lol #burnincrown

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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Shiro is eternally grateful that his reputation precedes him.

Why is this?

Well. When people think of Shiro, they tend to say things like “oh, what a fine young man. Bright future ahead of him, that one. A good leader, as well.” (This isn’t Shiro being narcissistic. People genuinely say these things about him, and Shiro knows because Keith and Adam like to repeat them in a mocking voice.)

Shiro is not a fine young and mature man. Shiro is a mess.

Shiro still sees a difficult situation and thinks ‘oh, it’s okay, I just need to get an adult,’ even though he’s twenty-five. He thinks of vines and memes in response to serious situations. He practices special effect noises when he’s bored.

Shiro is not, by any means, the shining example of grace and maturity everyone believes him to be. His greatest accomplishment remains the time he realized he could screw a gatorade lid on a bottle of Smirnoff Ice and chug the whole thing in under a minute (yeah, yeah ‘best pilot to come out of the Garrison, Champion and Leader of Voltron,’ blah blah blah. The vodka thing is cooler).

When the Garrison asked him if he would pose for their recruitment poster as he was ‘the perfect product of all they hoped their cadets would be’, he excused himself to the bathroom under the guise of being ‘emotional’ and cry-laughed for twenty minutes. ‘Perfect product’ his ass — Shiro was the reason the Garrison had to install military-grade security cameras facing the staff parking lot because he’d spray-painted bright pink penises on the cars of the homophobic teachers. Not that they knew it was him, but. Point still stands.

All of this and more is why Shiro is exceedingly thankful that his reputation is made up of lies. This way, people are convinced he knows what he’s doing.

Voltron is the best example of this.

Look, he signed up to take care of one kid, okay? One. And he wasn’t even super excellent at that! The whole reason he signed up for the one kid in question is because the little delinquent stole his car, and Shiro found it kind of funny! Shiro doesn’t get how parents are supposed to say ‘no’ when a kid wants to do fun shit. Like, once, Keith casually brought up that one of his old foster brothers was super into demolitions and fireworks, and what was Shiro supposed to say? That he wasn’t interested? That’s cool as shit!

Does that make Keith’s tendency to be trigger happy and maybe a bit of an arsonist his fault? No!

Well, maybe a little. But Shiro likes to maintain that Keith was just born wanting to see things explode a little. The whole demotions thing was inevitable. Keith was going to be blowing shit up wether or not Shiro purchased explosive ingredients and took him on little desert excursions. Shiro just wanted to make sure Keith was safe in his endeavours!

Yeah, no, that one didn’t work on Adam either.

So what if Shiro is an enabler? He knows to refuse some things, now. Like when Pidge asked if she could hack the alarm system so that it blared fart noises in Lance’s room every hour, Shiro said no, even though he thought that was the funniest thing in the world and would have payed good amounts of money to see that.

Sometimes he just thinks about the concept of that prank and laughs.

Speaking of Pidge and Lance — Shiro did not, in any way, sign up to be in charge of four kids. Not only does he have to make sure these four kids don’t die just by being dumbass teenagers, but he also has to be their leader! In battle! It’s fuckin’ wild. And these kids in particular — they’re funny. He’s fucked! He’s so fucked. How is he supposed to be the level-headed and mature head of Voltron when Lance makes a comment during a Coalition meeting and it’s the funniest, most astute observation he’s ever heard? How’s he supposed to keep a straight face when Pidge pranks some stuck-up dignitary that Shiro also wanted to prank? How’s he supposed to not laugh when Hunk is being a dry smartass to whatever smarmy, shit-for-brains upstart who thinks they’re a little too important starts talking down to them? And how is he supposed to discipline Keith after he insults someone and does a really good job of it?

The whole situation is a nightmare. He’s only held on to his reputation by the thinnest thread imaginable, and he knows he’s gonna crack soon.

#shiro is a disaster #and i refuse to leave that in acknowledged #vld #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #broganes #adashi #kinda #fluff and humour #this is just shiro’s panicked monologue #my writing #fic fragment

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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The Dunes | e.m.

A/N: Reposting this because I tweaked the ending a lil bit... hehe. Also, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” didn’t come out until 1979, so (realistically), you and Eddie would’ve been almost in high school by the time it came out and, therefore, would not have spent your whole childhood singing along to it. However, it’s my (midwestern) family’s road-trip anthem so I had to include it. Thank you @chainsawmunson for beta-reading this!!! Ily <3

Word Count: 6.0k

CW: Adult themes (cursing, smoking weed, etc.; however, nothing smutty happens nor is anything smutty discussed beyond a brief, undetailed mention! I tried to make this as ace friendly as possible, but please let me know if there's something I can do better next time, in that regard!!).

18+ only!!

mdni

“It’s this exit, right, bunny?” Eddie asks.

“Um,” you pause to look down at the map and then up at the road signs ahead. “Yeah, this one,” you confirm.

Eddie merges into the correct lane as he resumes his solo performance of Creeping Death, strumming his calloused thumbs along the worn leather of the steering wheel like it’s the strings of his beloved guitar.

“How close are we now, bug?” Eddie asks.

You check the map before replying, “54-ish miles.”

Eddie huffs out a brief chuckle, “Ish?”

“Yeah, it could be 53 or 54, but it’s definitely not more than 55,” you explain while grinning cheekily.

“Dude, you’re a horrible navigator,” Eddie teases.

“Hey, I told you we should’ve brought the guys with us,” you say defensively, though there’s no real bite behind your words.

“This is probably gonna be our last vacation together, bug, so excuse me for wanting to spend some one-on-one time with my favorite person in all of Indiana,” Eddie remarks dryly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize Roxanne had finally moved to Chicago,” you tease, referencing the bartender from the Hideout that you suspect he’s had the hots for since Corroded Coffin first started playing there last fall. Not that you’d blame him for being attracted to her; she’s everyone’s type. Roxy may very well be ten years your senior, but she looks like she hopped straight out of the pages of one of Eddie’s Heavy Metal magazines; as a bottle blonde with tan skin, long, slender legs, heaving breasts, and an affinity for red leather, she’s the very definition of the beauty standard.

Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches across the console to gently shove your shoulder as he grumbles, “Shut up.”

You giggle at his response, but the joyous sound dies in your throat when you remember something Eddie had said previously.

“Grub, why would this be our last vacation together?” You ask curiously.

“Because, Jitterbug,” he sighs before continuing, “in a couple of weeks, you’ll be off in Michigan, meeting all sorts of cool people who are into all the same stuff as you, and you’ll forget all about little ole me,” Eddie explains, feigning lightheartedness as he does so.

“Eddie-” You begin to refute his assumptions, but he soon interrupts.

“Bunny, it’s fine, really. I mean, we always knew this was gonna happen; you’d go off to some amazing university after high school, and, for one reason or another, I’d have to stay behind in Hawkins. I just wanna soak up the last little bit of time we have together, okay?”

“Eddie,” you sigh, moving your hand to rest on Eddie’s thigh, only to immediately remove it when you feel his muscles tense underneath your palm. “Eddie,” you start again, this time without the physical contact, “you’re an idiot if you think that moving a couple hundred miles away is really gonna be enough to make me forget about you. Seriously, I can’t even go a week without talking to you. What do you think I’ve been saving up all that change in my piggy bank for? It’s so I have enough quarters to call your dumbass while I’m away at school,” you reassure him while also teasing him a bit to lighten the mood.

“And here I thought you were saving up to win me that stuffed elephant from the claw machine at Benny’s,” Eddie jests, and you snort at the thought.

“That thing’s been in there since we were ten, otter. I don’t think winning it is even possible,” You reply. Eddie’s heart flutters fondly at your childhood petname for him, one that even predates Grub, inspired by the time you’d watched a seven-year-old Eddie consume a dozen Otterpops one hot July afternoon.

Eddie grins, “Maybe not for you; you suck at claw machines.”

You scoff, “Dick.”

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eddie responds immaturely while the both of you fight off matching amused smirks.

Eddie covertly glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, a bittersweet feeling stirring in his chest. He misses you already, and you haven’t even left yet. Pathetic, he thinks.

Soon enough, the next track on Eddie’s road trip mixtape begins to play, and a grin lights up your features as the sound of Charlie Daniels’s voice fills the entire van.

Eddie begins to sing along to The Devil Went Down to Georgia, the song the two of you had spent the better half of your childhoods singing along to, thanks to Wayne. And just like that, any and all thoughts of your impending departure are gone.

Just a little under an hour later, the two of you arrive at Dunewood. After an essential stop at the campground’s convenience store for some ice cream sandwiches, you’re ready to set up camp. You and Eddie have come here every summer since you were small, but it’s different this time. This time, it’s just you and Eddie, as Wayne couldn’t come along due to a busy schedule at work. Getting up here was quite a feat given that Beverly Shores is quite a ways away from Hawkins and that, between the two of you, you guys have absolutely zero sense of direction once you get out of Hawkins. However, unpacking your equipment and setting up camp should be a breeze, as you both have prior experience with setting all of this crap up, thanks to the fact that Wayne always made the two of you help him set up camp.

Although, what should be the case and what actually is the case, apparently, aren’t always aligned.

“Dude, are you helping me or what?” You huff out frustratedly as you attempt to haul the packed-away tent out of the back of Eddie’s van on your own. Meanwhile, your less-than-helpful best friend is reclining in the front seat, still munching away on his melting ice cream sandwich. The sticky sweet ice cream is dripping down onto his beloved Black Sabbath band tee, making a mess in a way that might be goofily adorable if he were a toddler, but, alas, he’s a man, a messy man, but a man nonetheless.

“Mhm, yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” he replies nonchalantly before turning up the radio’s volume as if attempting to drown out the sounds of your complaining with Rob Halford’s eerie growls. He begins to headbang to the rowdy music, further solidifying that he will not get out of the van to help you anytime soon.

You groan exasperatedly as you lug the heavy tent closer to the stone fire pit while managing to keep it a reasonable distance from where a hearty fire will rage on later in the night. As you squat down to unzip the bag the tent is kept in for storage, you unknowingly bless your dear best friend with a marvelous view of your denim-clad ass, the fat there causing the fabric to strain to the point where it looks as if your favorite pair of jean shorts may rip right along the tight seam.

As he finishes off the last of his ice cream sandwich, Eddie resists the urge to continue ogling you, instead averting his gaze and opting to focus all of his attention on staring aimlessly out the windshield of his van while thinking about truly horrid shit in an attempt to prevent a tent of his own from forming in his jeans. Fortunately, that tried and true strategy never fails him. Unfortunately, it does require him to think about the time he had to dissect a fetal pig in junior-year biology; if Eddie thinks about it for too long, he swears he can still smell the formaldehyde along with the scent of his lab partner’s raging B.O.

Once Eddie’s reigned his inner horndog back in, he turns the key in the van’s ignition, fully turning off the vehicle, before climbing out of the driver’s seat to finally offer you some help with setting up camp.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie huffs humorously, “Give that to me before you break it,” he teases, referring to the poles of the tent that you’re trying to snap together. You briefly pause your attempts to glare at him.

“I’m not gonna break it, asshole,” you reply bitterly before finally managing to snap the pieces together. Once you do so, you look up at Eddie and fix him with a victorious grin.

“Why don’t you start the fire so we can eat dinner when we finish setting up all this stuff?” You suggest before fixing your friend with a mischievous smile and continuing, “Leave the hard stuff to the men, sugar.”

Eddie scoffs at your teasing but heeds your request nonetheless, going to fetch the firewood your dad had reluctantly given him, some logs cut from the unfortunate trees that weren’t good enough to sell at the farm this past Christmas season.

“Leave the hard stuff to the men, sugar,” he mumbles in a silly tone, clearly mocking you as he grabs a couple of logs from the van, causing you to cackle. Eddie scowls and blushes, mildly embarrassed as he wasn’t aware that you could hear his mockery from your spot across the campsite. The expression on his face only makes you laugh harder, and you don’t stop until Eddie gets petulant and throws one of the towels he’d brought for the beach at you.

After that playful spat, you both fall into a comfortable silence, too concentrated on your respective tasks to hold a conversation with each other. It isn’t until Eddie has successfully set up the fire and starts getting the food you’d both prepared ahead of time out that either one of you speaks again.

“Hey, Grub?” You call out to him from your spot near the still partially unassembled tent. Eddie responds with a soft hum as he continues to rifle through the cooler he’d filled with food and drinks.

“Don’t put the food on yet. The tent’s still not ready yet,” you inform him.

Eddie then shuts the cooler with an annoyed huff, leaving the food inside the chilled box as he comes over to join you.

“It would be if you would’ve just let me take care of it,” he nags as he squats down to help you finish setting up the tent.

You scoff, “Yeah, right, it would’ve taken you twice the amount of time just to figure out how to put this shit together simply because you refuse to read instruction manuals.”

“Incorrect,” Eddie defends himself, “it would’ve taken me half the time to put this shit together because I wouldn’t have wasted so much time reading the pointless instructions.”

“Says the man who just put our rainfly on before the tent body,” you tease as you stand up and strip the bright blue fabric off the tent.

“Does it really matter what order we put this shit on? I mean, so long as it’s on there, we’re good, right?” Eddie asks, standing up with his hands on his hips as he assesses the situation, discerning what’s left to do. The shit-eating grin on his face tells you he’s not being serious and is just trying to rile you up by being intentionally obtuse. So, rather than dignify his question with an answer, you simply fix him with an annoyed glare and then attempt to put the tent body on by yourself. Eddie chuckles at your terse expression as he begins to help you.

Finally, a few moments later, the two of you have set up your tent, leaving you to put your sleeping bags and pillows inside and set up the chairs near the fire as Eddie gets to work on cooking up a couple of foil burgers over the fire; a Munson family recipe and camping essential that’s really nothing more than a beef patty resting on top of a bed of potatoes and a few veggies inside a tinfoil cocoon.

You still remember the first time you’d had such a delicacy during your first camping trip with the Munsons. You were absolutely ravenous, having just got back to camp with Wayne and Eddie after spending all day at the beach, your hair still wet from swimming around in the chilly waters of Lake Michigan and the baby tooth you’d lost while wrestling around in the sand with Eddie nestled in the patch pocket of Wayne’s flannel. As a result of your profound hunger, the easy dinner Wayne had prepared for the three of you tasted like the single greatest thing you’d ever eaten in all your eight years of life. Although, even now, when you finally bite into your burger after Eddie gets done making them, hungry but not at all starving thanks to the sweet treat you’d wolfed down earlier, that simple dish still tastes like one of the most delicious things you’ve ever eaten, the gooey cheese coating your tongue as you munch away happily.

As for Eddie, he seems to agree about the delectableness of the foil burgers if the moan he emits as he bites into his burger is any indication. You giggle at the sound, feeling your cheeks heat up all the while. Always so dramatic, you think fondly.

“We’ve really outdone ourselves this time, bug,” Eddie declares. You hum your agreement as you bite into a crispy chunk of potato.

“The dried rosemary was a good touch. Where’d you get that anyways?” You ask him once you’ve swallowed your bite of starchy goodness.

He grins around his mouthful of food, “Stole a jar of it from the pantry at Gareth’s place after I got done fixin’ the kitchen sink for his mom yesterday.”

“Eddie!” You scold him.

“What? I’ll bring it back Saturday when we have band practice. Lorraine’ll never even know it was missing,” he reasons.

You simply shake your head at him disapprovingly while trying to fight off an amused smile, “You’ve gotta get those sticky fingers in check, Grub.”

Later in the night, as you both lounge in your tent, sharing a joint to help you relax before you go to sleep, your mind races with fretful thoughts about going to college in a few weeks.

“Eds,” you softly call out from just beside him, your head resting on his shoulder and his on yours as you lay with your bodies extended in opposite directions.

“Yeah, bug?”

“No one’s ever- I haven’t had my first kiss yet,” you confess, your inhibitions lowered as the high sets in.

Eddie snorts a laugh, amused by your randomness rather than your inexperience, “Yeah, I know, Jitterbug.”

“What if I meet someone at school, and they kiss me?” You worry aloud. Eddie’s chest tightens at the thought, but he does his best to ignore it.

“Then you’ll have your first kiss, duh,” he remarks simply as if the mere thought of you kissing someone - anyone - but him doesn’t make him want to cry and hurl simultaneously.

“Yeah, I know, but what if it’s bad because… because I don’t know what I’m doing?” You ask, after rolling over to look into his doe eyes, your face hovering above his as your arms hold you up above him. Your breath smells like Kraft singles and Skunk #1, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care; he’s just happy to have you so close to him.

“First kisses are usually bad, silly billy,” Eddie giggles, the powers of the Dutch strain making him giddy even though his heart is aching just from hearing you talk about this shit.

“But I don’t want mine to be bad,” you reply, your tone bordering on petulant as your brows furrow and your lips pout just slightly, “what if the guy I’m with gets weirded out by how bad I am at it and like never speaks to me ever again?”

“Then that’s his loss, Jitterbug,” Eddie says without missing a beat.

You sigh and sit up, shoulders hunching in slightly as you pout.

“God, what if he does the opposite and tries to, you know, touch me?” You ponder, unintentionally breaking your best friend’s heart. Eddie’s sure that the knowledge of anyone but him touching you like that would devastate him.

“If- if that’s not something you’d be comfortable with, then just tell him,” he reasons.

“But what if he doesn’t listen to me? My sister says that sometimes guys don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” you reply, and Eddie’s jaw clenches at the thought.

“Then I’ll kill him,” Eddie replies genuinely, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Grub, you can’t even kill the spider that’s been camped out in your room for the past two weeks,” you tease, and Eddie frowns in response.

“That’s different. Guillermo and I have come to a mutual understanding, he kills the flies, and I don’t kill him,” Eddie replies defensively, and your giggles increase tenfold upon finding out that he’s named the damn thing.

“You’re adorable, Eddie Bear,” You remark once your giggles have ceased. As you wipe the tears of amusement out of your eyes, you miss the blush that rises to Eddie’s cheeks.

“Shut up,” he grumbles as he hands you the joint. You accept it gracefully as you take a hit, exhale, and then take another. Meanwhile, Eddie’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapping around the joint, as if it’s a sight he hasn’t seen hundreds of times already. He’s immediately snapped out of his trance when you hand the joint back to him, your fingers brushing against his as you hand it over, still holding in the last puff you’ve taken.

As you finally exhale your last hit, a brilliant idea comes to mind, or at least one that seems clever in your current state.

“You should be my first kiss,” you suggest, making Eddie choke on the puff of smoke he’s just inhaled.

“What? Me?” Eddie asks incredulously in between bouts of coughing.

“Yeah, if you’re cool with it,” you respond nonchalantly as you grab the joint from him.

“No, no, no, I think you’ve had enough for tonight, space cadet,” Eddie remarks as he plucks the joint from between your fingertips.

“How do you feel, bug?” Eddie had asked you the first time you got high.

“‘M so high, I think I could touch the stars up here,” you’d groaned, making Eddie chuckle.

“Don’t worry, space cadet, I’ll be your ground control,” he’d reassured you.

You whine, “Eddie, I’m not even that high.”

“Of course, you’re not,” Eddie replies sarcastically as he stubs out the joint, opting to save the rest for tomorrow morning.

“Eddie, it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you say as you timidly pick at the loose threads of your sleeping bag, “kiss me, I mean. It’s okay if you don’t wanna kiss me,” you clarify.

Eddie sighs, knowing you’re not gonna let this go very easily. His mind races with thoughts of you kissing him, and his heart lurches at the idea that you’d even want to kiss him, but he also knows it’s too good to be true. You don’t actually want this, at least not with him; you’re just high and lonely. You’re too amazing and angelic; you could never want a freak like him, not in the same way he wants you.

“How about you ask me again in the morning, okay?” Eddie offers placatingly as he climbs into his sleeping bag, saying anything he can to get you to drop this, to stop torturing him.

Eddie’s not leaving any room for argument as he rolls over to face the opposite direction before shutting off the lantern. You sigh before climbing into your own sleeping bag and getting comfy.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you whisper tentatively, worrying that you’ve upset him.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

The following day is awkward, to say the least. The fresh air the wooded campground provides is nice, or it would be if it wasn’t filled with unbearable tension thanks to last night’s events.

Eddie won’t even look at you, hasn’t spared you so much as a single glance since the two of you first woke up at around 9 a.m., nearly two hours ago. Granted, he’s not being outwardly hostile or anything like that. Instead, Eddie just won’t look at you, won’t speak to you in more than short sentences and noncommittal hums, and hasn’t touched you at all since last night when his fingers brushed yours as you exchanged the shared joint repeatedly. Usually, he would’ve talked your ear off about some new music by now, most likely the new Metallica album, or even about the latest drama plaguing the Hellfire club; surprisingly, a lot of juicy gossip comes out of that group. If the present circumstances were normal, Eddie also would’ve definitely exploited the many unintentional openings you’d given him this morning by tackling you to the ground or putting you in a half-nelson by now. However, he hasn’t done either of those things and, if his tense body language is anything to go off of, you figure he probably won’t be doing any of those things any time soon. How strange is it that you’ve begun to miss how Eddie playfully wrestles with and pesters you? How pathetic is it that you’ve started to yearn for how he carelessly flings you around like a ragdoll in an ornery display of his shocking strength?

“What time are we heading to the beach?” You ask meekly as you continue to pick at the Zingers Eddie had gotten you from the campground’s convenience store earlier this morning. At least he’d still gone out of his way to get your favorite breakfast-adjacent junk food. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Dunno,” he replies gruffly and then shrugs his shoulders as he takes another puff of his cigarette, his gaze still fixed on the sparse grass beneath his Reeboks.

“Maybe we could head out there in like an hour?” You suggest, your tone still timid and unsure, “That way, we could grab lunch on the way there. I just- I don’t think three Zingers will hold me over for the rest of the day. Not that I don’t appreciate that you got them for me, because I do! It’s just-”

Eddie cuts you off with another short, gruff response, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

You frown at his dismissive tone. Had you really pushed things too far last night? Was the idea of kissing you so bad that even the mere suggestion of it had gotten Eddie this upset?

When you first woke up this morning, you were mortified by the memory of what you’d said to your friend last night. Now, his sudden indifference toward you only amplifies that feeling of humiliation.

This is only day two of what’s supposed to be a week-long trip, and you’re not sure if you can survive several more days of this trip, not if things will continue being this tense between you and Eddie. So, you decide to repress your shame in favor of making peace. After all, only a couple weeks after you get home from this trip, your dad will drive you up to Ann Arbor to move into your new dorm room for your first semester at college. You’re unsure if your friendship with Eddie could survive the distance, not with this lingering hostility creating such a harsh divide between you two.

“Look, Eds,” you sigh, swallowing down what’s left of your pride as you prepare to grovel, to plead for your friendship to remain unchanged after last night’s blunder, “I’m sorry about last night, about asking you to… to kiss me. I mean- fuck- Grub, I’m really sorry for bringing it up and making shit weird between us. I promise I’m not, like, harboring some freakish little crush on you or anything like that. I just- I wanted you to be my first kiss because,” you pause with a quivering sigh, thinking better of your impending confession, “You know what? That doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that I’m sorry, really fucking sorry, and I just wanna go back to the way things were before I said any of that stupid crap, okay? I just wanna enjoy our trip. I wanna have fun doing moronic bullshit in the woods with my best friend, the same way we always do every summer. Do you think we can do that? That we can just go back to the way things were? Please?”

Eddie sighs, dragging the palm of his hand harshly down his face until it reaches his jaw, where it then remains, kneading the muscles there as if to relieve the tension. His soulful brown eyes flicker up to meet yours just briefly before his gaze falls back to the ground. He finally breaks the silence, quietly asking, “Why me? Why d’ya wanna kiss me?”

The question catches you off guard, so much so that you almost think you’d misheard him when he asked it. You can only think to reply with a surprised, breathy, “What?”

“Why did you want to kiss me, bug?” Eddie reiterates.

Your brows furrow, your nose scrunching up as you ponder and carefully plan your reply, not wanting to give too much away, wanting to keep your cards clutched close to your chest. You finally come up with an honest response and, most importantly, one that omits some of the more embarrassing details. You tug on the inside of your lower lip with your teeth, wriggling the flesh between your incisors, working up the courage to answer his question before sighing and eventually replying, “Because I trust you, Eddie. Because I know you won’t take things too far or do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

Eddie’s leg bounces as he considers your answer. “That’s all?” He asks suddenly, once again catching you off guard.

“Wha- What d’you mean?” You curiously inquire, wearing your confusion plainly on your features.

“That’s it? That’s the only reason why?” Eddie questions, his gaze intense, alight with an emotion you can’t place.

“I mean,” you trail off, your leg bouncing in tandem with Eddie’s, though not intentionally. “Yeah, kind of,” you lie.

Unfortunately, Eddie still doesn’t look entirely convinced, and that makes you nervous. You huff out frustratedly, wringing your hands together and carefully thinking over your words before speaking.

“Grub, I’m 18 years old, and I’ve never once in my whole life kissed someone, so, yeah, at this point, I’m pretty fucking desperate. Hell, I think I’d kiss just about anyone,” you ramble, slightly exasperated.

I think I’d kiss just about anyone.

You don’t mean it as an insult, you don’t mean to hurt Eddie’s feelings, he knows you don’t, but it still stings something fierce.

“Look, Eds, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, so if you’re not-”

Eddie interrupts you, not that he’s truly listening to how you’re trying, in vain, to walk back your previous statements anyways. No, Eddie’s too busy thinking about if he is actually going to go through with this. He bluntly asks, “Just one kiss?”

Those three words halt you in your tracks, making your breath hitch. You miraculously manage to collect yourself and come up with a coherent response.

“Yeah,” you reply in a tone that’s gentle and airy, soft and breathy like a sigh, “just one.”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie swiftly asserts, taking you both by surprise. “I mean, um, I’ll- I’ll help you, but you gotta promise me something first, ’kay?”

“Yeah, yeah, anything, Grub, of course,” you agree far too eagerly, making a swirling mass of embarrassment sink down heavily into the pit of your stomach. All the while, your voice is still soft and quiet, nothing more than a susurration.

“You gotta promise me you won’t let this change things between us, bug. Okay? I can’t lose-” Eddie cuts himself off with a shaky, anxious exhale, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he attempts to reign in his emotions. He wants to tell you that if he ever lost you again, like he did in the summer of 1980, he wouldn’t be able to survive it; Eddie’s not really sure how he survived it last time. However, Eddie’s too afraid to tell you that, too scared of what that implies, and infinitely more scared of how you’d react to that implication. So, he drops his hands from his face, opting to pick at his nail beds to keep his fidgety fingers busy, as he continues, “I’m just helping you out, alright? So, just- You gotta promise that you won’t start acting all weird around me or, um, start avoiding me again, or whatever.”

You frown at the sentiment, briefly looking back on those two years you’d spent without Eddie in high school. You were an idiot back then, avoiding the one person, the only one of your peers, who’d ever shown you genuine kindness, just because he’d gotten a little mean and said some things that had hurt your feelings during a heated exchange, what’s worse is they were things you’d desperately needed to hear. You gently shake your head as if to rid yourself of any and all memories of that lonely time in your life before looking into Eddie’s eyes and earnestly swearing, “I won’t, Grub. Nothing will change between us, I promise.”

Things truly won’t change between the two of you; you’ll make sure of that. Eddie will never find out about the love you pathetically harbor for him, and, most importantly, you’ll never shut him out again. Even when he settles down one day with someone who isn’t you, maybe marries them and has a couple kids with them, you’ll still be his best friend, no matter how much it hurts, and you’ll make damn sure that Eddie never finds out how much it hurts you.

Eddie can hear the unwavering sincerity in your voice, can see it in your gaze, and it makes him smile softly, a warm expression you cannot help but reciprocate.

“Okay,” he breathes, his tone wavering as he rubs his sweaty palms on the rough denim of his jeans. “Just, um, c’mere… If you want to, I mean,” he stammers awkwardly. You’d probably chuckle at his apparent nervousness if you weren’t feeling the same way right now. Instead, you simply get up out of your lawn chair, rise to your feet, and trek across the short distance between the two of you. You then lower yourself to sit down in the grass in front of Eddie, who promptly lowers his legs, his knees no longer tucked up against his chest as he now sits tailorwise, or criss-cross-applesauce, as you both call it. You sit in the same position, your knees pressed against his own as you mirror him.

Eddie tentatively leans forward, bridging the gap between you two, as one of his large, warm hands rises to hover over one of your shoulders for a brief moment before he finally gets the courage to lower it so that it rests there. With his other hand, he takes a much bolder step, lifting his arm and hesitantly reaching up to brush his calloused fingertips against the soft, smooth skin of your cheek before finally cupping it in his palm.

“Is this okay?” He asks you quietly, like he’s afraid that speaking more loudly than a mere whisper will frighten you and scare you off. You nod your affirmative as your hands slowly move forward to rest on his denim-clad thighs, just above his knees. That contact makes Eddie’s breath hitch, but you both elect to ignore it for reasons unbeknownst to each other.

Eddie then leans in further, his bulbous nose gently brushing against yours with purpose, effectively warning you and giving you a chance to stop him. However, you do the opposite. “Eds, please, kiss me,” you whisper.

It’s all the encouragement Eddie needs. He closes the gap between the two of you, his lips finally meeting yours. You try to reciprocate as best as you can, but you’re, admittedly, a little lost. You’re overthinking things, Eddie can tell. He pulls away far sooner than he would’ve liked to and then presses a comforting kiss to the corner of your mouth, by one of your smile lines that he loves so much.

“I wasn’t good, was I?” You grimace, your forehead still resting against his. “Please, you can tell me. I just wanna know what to do, Ott.”

Eddie licks his lips before hesitantly replying, “When you, um,” he clears his throat, “the next time that you kiss someone, try not to purse your lips so much,” he winces, both at the thought of you kissing someone else and out of fear that he’s been too harsh.

“I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do when you kiss someone?” Eddie thinks your puzzled expression is far too adorable to be legal.

“You are! You are, a little bit, I mean. Just not quite so much; you gotta relax your um- your mouth a little bit,” Eddie blushes, thoroughly flustered. As usual, you’re oblivious to his plight, too caught up in your own mind.

Your brows furrow as you stare at his chin absentmindedly, mind racing a million miles an hour all the while, “S-so how much should I purse them then?”

Eddie thinks it over. “It’s hard to explain,” he sighs.

“Could you, you know, show me?” You ask. “I mean, if you’re comfortable kissing me again.”

Little do you know, Eddie would gladly give up both of his kidneys if it meant he got to kiss you again. Needless to say, he’s pretty stoked that he gets to do it without having to endure a double nephrectomy.

He nods, answering wordlessly, before leaning in again, connecting your lips once more. You make sure to pay attention to what he’s doing, to how it feels, so you can mirror it. You relax your mouth a bit, your lips not quite as pursed as before, and Eddie sighs his approval. That sound sets your whole body alight with tingly, little fireworks.

You both get caught up in the moment, in the feeling of finally acting on the desires you’ve both spent years repressing. Consequently, when Eddie nips at your bottom lip, and you respond with a gasp that he can only describe as sinful, he doesn’t even try to resist the urge to take advantage of the momentary part in your lips. You pull back abruptly, primarily out of shock, when you feel his tongue slip through the gap. Eddie winces at the loss.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologies gruffly, comfortingly rubbing your upper arms on instinct, soothing you.

You let out an easy, breathy giggle as you ease back into his space, resting your forehead gently against his own. “It’s okay. You surprised me, that’s all. Just, um, warn me next time, okay?”

Warmth blossoms in both of your chests at the thought of getting to kiss each other again. Eddie lets out a gentle chuckle of his own as he moves his other hand up to cup your other cheek, feeling the warmth alight beneath the soft skin there too.

“Next time?” Eddie questions with a nervous grin, mentally berating himself for daring to question you because, in his eyes, you’re practically offering your lips up to him on a silver platter, and he’s about to make you second guess that monumental decision.

“Yeah,” you let out the prettiest little sigh, “I feel like I have a lot left to learn, and, well, you seem like a pretty good teacher. I mean, if you don’t mind kissing me again, that is,” you look into his eyes hopefully. Eddie feels his smile grow wider at the sight of your sanguine expression.

Eddie offers his whispered reassurance while gently nudging the tip of your nose with his own, “I don’t mind.”

Needless to say, you two won’t make it to the beach today.

Side Note: Please don't feel like you're weird if you're older than 18 and still haven't had your first kiss yet!! I literally haven’t had my first kiss yet and I’m 21 years old. We all do things at our own pace and in our own time, so, trust me, you're not weird at all if you're an adult (of any age) who hasn't been kissed yet!!

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Rollercoasters and Ice Cream

Derek Hale x reader

Singles Paired!AU

Summary: Being forced to take your sisters to an amusement park kinda paid off.

Masterlist

A/N: Posting this from school feels illegal. Nevermind. Has not been proofread so read at your own risk honestly.

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This was the worst day ever.

Standing in line, you fixed your top as you rolled your eyes at your sister's words. The twins' favourite activity today wasn't rollercoasters or having excessive amounts of ice cream but instead was to make fun of you since you had to go on all the rides alone. Every time they opened their mouths to say it a new way, you were reminded why you never took them anywhere as they had complained. But every time you did, the twins found some way to tease and pick fun at you which you always found ridiculous because you were older so surely it should be the other way round.

Right now their teases were mainly fixated on the 'singles will be paired' sign next to them. They were having a field day with it, joking about who you might end up with and taking photos. You, meanwhile, were desperately trying to find the will to live and settling on the idea of ice cream from the Ben & Jerry's parlour next to the ride. You had been tempted to have some before but thinking the ride through, you had decided after was best. After all, the sign above the ride entry had read in weird writing:

This hydraulic launched rollercoaster will propel you from 0-80 miles per hour in less than 2 seconds!

You eyed the tall tracks of the rollercoaster, nothing being used to pull the actual thing up and drop it down. You watched the group go, screams filling the air as they flew past. The line began to move then so you decided to look over the singles in the line ahead. Some of them didn't look too mean, others had resting bitch faces. It made you pray to be able to pick.

Still scanning the people in front, you were cut off by the loud shouts behind you. It wasn't like anyone else was quiet but there was something too loud about the people behind you and when you turned to see a big group of teens, you realised why. They looked a couple years older than your sisters, well most of them anyway. There were a few younger ones who looked your sisters' age and there was one guy who was most definitely your age. He was probably the only responsible adult, an older sibling like yourself. His eyes met yours and your cheeks grew hot as you gave a pathetic wave to try and cover you staring.

Yeah, you really hope you got to choose.

"Yeah, no, he's way too hot for you," Your head whipped round to your giggling sisters. They were high fiving and you had to lean down to whisper your next words to them, "I'm not against slapping you little shits," they knew you were partially joking, smirking as arms crossed over their chests and you mimicked them. The other one spoke up, "You can't, it's child abuse," Yeah, like you didn't know that. So you simply nodded as the other one dropped in, "You'd go to prison. You want to go to prison?" They seriously thought they had you there and it made you grin as you answered, "Gladly, if it meant that I got a break from these absolutely pleasant trips I have to do," Their faces fell before one of them shoved your shoulder and they moved forward with the rest of the line.

You'd made it to the very front of the line when the gate closed on you and they prepared to send the full ride off. The guy said you'd be sat behind your sisters and then the next person by themselves would be sat next to you to which you said was fine. Like you had a choice. Glancing at the still insanely loud crowd behind you, you realised they'd already formed their pairs (7 to be exact). And then you realised that the ridiculously attractive guy your age was by himself and that made you turn back with a giddy smile as you wrapped your arms around your sisters' shoulders.

It didn't take long for them to start seating you, the two idiots celebrating they were at the front and you were shoved behind them. The group of teens filled the rest of the ride and you fiddled as someone approached the seat next to you. The nervous smile you sent him felt almost drowned out by the cheers from behind you. Most were wolf whistles, a few, "Go Derek," and "Get some," that made you about ten times worse. It felt like it couldn't get too much worse until he smiled back and your sisters took the opportunity to turn and embarrass you. They both had those signature smirks that made you often contemplating ditching them on the side of the road. "I'll try my hardest not to throw up on you but no promises,"

"Yeah, like she's not going to throw up on everyone behind her,"

Leaning forward, you grab their heads to turn them and push them in their seats as you mutter, "I think I'll do great in prison," they both paled slightly with nervous chuckles and strapped themselves in as you fell into your seat to do the same. The guy, Derek you guessed, laughed as he followed. You didn't dare to talk until the worker had pushed the harness down. You felt like you might as well introduce yourself since you knew his name. Doing your best to hold out your hand, you leaned forward to talk, "I'm Y/N, by the way. It's nice to meet you,"

"Derek," was all he said as he shook your hand and then he was looking away and you gave yourself a small nod as you got the message. Not a talker, huh? You still felt like you should warn him so, nervously, you leant forward again and said, "Sorry if I scream your ear off," He laughed this time with a small nod that let you know it was okay and that made you feel about ten times better. It was then that you felt the roller coaster moved back, getting ready to slingshot to the speed said on the sign and with a shake of your head, you regretted every single choice in your life that meant you were here. About to embarrass yourself in front of a ridiculously hot stranger. Screw God and higher power, Satan clearly took the wheel for your life and was obviously not very good at balancing duties 'cause even for him, this was a shit show.

A scream tore through your lips the second the wind started whooshing in your ear but all you could hear was a heart melting, gorgeous laugh from next to you which honestly made you just want to die. How was he perfect and how did that perfectness inject adrenaline in your veins so much quicker than this death coaster? How was this much of a high possible? You hated attractive people.

When you reached the top and it slowed for a view of the park, all you could fixate on was the very vertical drop you were about to face. Sure, you loved rollercoasters, they were great fun but a massive fear of heights always restrained some of that excitement. And maybe that fear and the shear height you were at managed to give the worst brain damage in the world or maybe you were just that dumb but you grabbed his hand. You grabbed the hot, mysterious, future-husband-material guy's hand and he held on just as tight. He held it with a small squeeze and laugh at the curses that spilled from your lips and you fell in love as you felt your stomach flip not only from the descent of the coaster but from the no doubt twinkle in his eyes. Yeah, kill you now.

The coaster slowed over the small bumps but you didn't drop his hand, still in a state of shock over your simple stupid self. It wasn't until the harnesses lifted and your sisters were poking fun at you that you dropped his hand like it burned you and started apologising profusely. He'd waved it off with probably half hearted reassurances that made your inside do cartwheels and was kind enough to hold his hand out again to help you out of the coaster when the attendants were getting very quickly pissed. The kids he was with were chattering away about how awesome it was or how 'No Stiles, I'd rather jump into an active volcano than do that again' which honestly felt like a mood. You went a few paces before you swung your hand and realised your fingers were still intertwined with Derek's

Lord have mercy.

"I'm so sorry. First on the coaster and now, um," you dropped his hand to wrap your arms around yourself, "I promise I don't go around just holding people's hands," He smirked, he had the audacity to smirk your way, all flirty as he commented, "So, what you're saying is that I'm special," That wasn't even a question, he was so confident. You hated his very beautiful face for that. "No?" You were such an idiot, such an idiot. What was that one word shit? Why were you doing that? It didn't hide the heat in your cheeks or clear embarrassment or the dead look in your eyes that became more oh so obvious every time you opened your mouth.

At the gate to the exit, he paused to hold it open for you and just casually asked, "Where are you going now?" Off a cliff sounded nice in all honesty, before you could mess this up any further. But instead of that, you gave the honest truth with a small point to the parlour, "My sisters want ice cream and I'm not complaining," he nodded, all the kids he was with being sent a quick glare to shut them up that low-key made him hotter, before he grinned brightly at you and shrugged, "Ice cream sounds great. Just give me a second," You nodded dumbly all but collapsing into your sisters' arms as he left. Their teasing was distant and a faint echo as you calmed your heart and tried your hardest to stop your head from planning an entire future with him. Easier said than done.

When he waved you over with a bright grin, your sisters all but dragged you as your body gave out and next thing you know, your in a queue for ice cream with him laughing at some no doubt ridiculous joke you made. He was prettier up close, eyes all scrunched and lips bright with a face splitting smile. Once all orders were made and the group was spread across three tables in the corner with your sisters making quick friends, you were a blushing mess in the silence that settled over the two of you. He was just smiling as he had his ice cream and you were scrambling for some sort of conversation to come to mind.

"What do you think of Queen?"

"What?" It came out as a laugh, a confused look being sent your way and you could hardly disagree. Who asks that out of nowhere? Still, you'd done it now, time to push through. "The band Queen, I'm just asking about, you know, music taste. It's a very deciding factor," That smirk was back for seemingly no reason and you racked what you had said and done but were easily cut off when he asked, "What's it you're deciding?" Oh, that. That comment; of course it was that comment. Trying to play it cool (and clearly miserably failing based off his laugh), you shrugged and continued eating your ice cream. He shuffled, bright smile as he answered, "They're good. Prefer Bowie,"

You paused, twisting your small wooden spoon before finally nodding, "I can get behind that answer," He grinned and you felt yourself relax just a tad. He quickly moved in before much more could be said, "So that decision then, got it yet?" A heat made its way to your cheeks and a helpless and rather pathetic shrug was all you could give. He seemed to still have more to say on the matter anyway, "'Cause, you know, I think I've come to one,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," You resisted the very strong urge to giggle as you simply leaned forward and he mirrored it. Ice cream had long since left your mind as you asked with a small, held-back smile, "What's that then?" He reached to hold one of your hands, watching your focus move to where he played with your fingers, "That I should ask for your number and how you would feel about a date?" You couldn't stop the face splitting grin fro surfacing no matter how hard you fought and quickly nodded. "I think I'd feel pretty great,"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," When you looked back to him, he was solely focused on you in a way that made you want to scream into a pillow later when remembering. How were you supposed to live long enough to go on a date when he was looking at you like that?

"Damn, Derek's got game," Safe to say moment ruined. You watched him hold back a look of murderous rage before his eyes settled on the boy who spoke, your gaze following. The boy didn't recoil like others, a sarcastic smile lighting up his face that only brightened when Derek muttered rather bitterly, "Stiles," It had you poorly stifling giggles and that was enough for Derek to turn and face you again with a bright smile.

Yeah, maybe taking your sisters out today wasn't the worst day ever.

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