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#I'm broken#I was already broken but now I feel like I can't do anything#Ive done too much#and now I'm just a piece of shit who won't apologize to anyone upfront#Just crying in the tags pathetically waiting for anything to happen#I can't do this#I can't help people no matter how hard I try and it makes me feel like I have absolutely no purpose here#and It's taking too much of a toll to fail#I should just go to sleep and forget about everything#but sleep is for people who care about themselves#I do care about myself#but I care in a way that I need revenge on her#I loathe her and everything she's done to the people that tried to love her#she's pathetic and ugly and I don't see how anyone even tried to befriend her in the first place#and I feel especially bad for the people who succeeded#because she turned into a clingy parasite for everyone who talked to her#She never even had the courage to start a conversation with people and made each and every one of them feel like this shitbag didn't care#She just hurts and hurts and hurts until she comes crawling back to apologize only for her to clam up all over again#she's selfish and rude and pathetic in every awful way and I wish people would learn that about her#I feel sorry for her and everything that becomes of her shitty actions#but she never FUCKING learns and it ends up hurting everyone that was sorry enough to pity her with conversation#I wish she would just suck it all up and try to be a good fucking person for ONCE in her FUCKING life in a way that didn't make people want#to fucking#off themself just because they TALKED to her and she rudely FUCKED OFF TO NOWHERE#because at the end of the day#I say to myself#at the end of the day she tries her fucking best#BUT NOBODY SEEMS TO FUCKING SEE THAT SHE IS CONSTANTLY FUCKING TREMBLING AT THE MERE *THOUGHT* OF HAVING TO LIVE AS HERSELF#and I feel so bad for her#I feel bad for me I guess
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Talkative- M. Sturniolo
pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt
classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons
inspiration: request
warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship
summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!
Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)
Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)
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☆ SFW
It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.
☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.
☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.
☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.
☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”
☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.
☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”
☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.
☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”
☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.
☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.
☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.
☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it
☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying
☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.
☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.
☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.
☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.
☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”
☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”
☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.
☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.
☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.
☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.
☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”
☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”
☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”
☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.
☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.
☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.
☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.
☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.
☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.
☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.
☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.
☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”
☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.
☆ NSFW
Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.
☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.
☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.
☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.
☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.
☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.
☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.”
☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“
☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”
☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”
☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.
☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.
☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.
☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”
☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”
☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.
☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.
☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.
☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.
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A/n:
YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️
thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏
- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗
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#she’s so right she’s seen right through me I knew this would happen from the start#as soon as I was convinced she had some real feelings for me I knew I’d fucked up#because I’d have to somehow find a way to push past this wall for her#and I’ve never once been capable of that in my life I have to find a way to somehow#what do I even do with myself for the first time the first fucking time in damn near 25 years#somebody GOOD actually fucking cared and I just sat here knowing at some point I’d have to come clean#that I’m a spineless coward I’m an addict I’m numb and pathetic and people fall for me so often#and everytime they do they end up hurt cuz they learn I’m just this stagnant dead thing#and this time is so much worse cuz I actually reciprocated somehow SOMEHOW I felt things#I can’t even do the bare minimum for myself or her what am I even doing#I wonder if she’s even gonna read this#I’ve hurt her so badly I think I’m so stupid im a fucking parasite and a curse on everyone who’s misfortunate enough to like me#I’m so so sorry for what I am and for getting under your skin I literally built something under you knowing it’d almost certainly collapse#saying it’s not you it’s me really is the most cliche thing ever but it’s true#you’re so loving and funny and supportive and just real everybody is so fake and then there’s you#now you’re just gonna feel like I’m being manipulative if you actually read this god damn me#maybe I am idk I don’t mean to be but given the type of life I used to lead maybe like#it’s just burned into my subconscious idk but she’s right the things I said probably just filled her with guilt#like oh he’s putting himself down was I too mean what do I say now#it’s so obvious now that she’s pointed it out it’s just my thoughts I don’t filter them with her I want her to know exactly whats on my#mind and it just turned into me dumping way more stress on her#and now she doesn’t even think my feelings were real she thinks I was just toying with her or using her as free therapy#I just couldn’t control myself I finally had somebody who both cared and understood a lot of it#rare occasion I don’t fuck up and I snag someone who’s far above anything I deserve and I just filled her with pain
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(cw: f!reader, a few curse words, no hate at all to business majors xx)
“Baby! Come on you know I didn’t mean it!” Fratboy!Jaehyun calls out with a laugh in his voice.
“You called me stupid, Jaehyun," You pout.
He fails to hide his laugh at the sight, "No, I said don't be stupid. There's a difference."
"And there's a difference between being single and having a girlfriend, asshole," you reply, slamming the door behind you.
You stomp down the stairs and almost make it to the door when Taeyong, your favorite of Jaehyun's frat brothers, asks if you were going to stay for dinner. You can never say no to him.
In the kitchen you help him chop vegetables before he finally asks you what happened, "I told Jaehyun I couldn't spend the night because I had a big project due by Monday and he told me there was no way a project for my major would constitute me not being able to spend the night. Then he just kept talking and said that none of my classes could be harder than his."
Taeyong stopped with wide eyes, "he said that?"
You nod quickly, "Oh yeah, then he told me that he doesn't think any major would be harder than his business classes, especially mine, and I'd be stupid to think so."
Taeyong ends up agreeing with you and your current upset state, Jaehyun is officially in the wrong. You can feel your phone in your pocket vibrating with texts from Jaehyun but you don't care enough to text back. He can learn from the consequences of being rude.
When the meal is finally ready, you take a seat at the table, far away from your honorary seat at the dinner table, the seat that was right beside Jaehyun's.
Jaehyun walks into the room and sees you sitting beside Taeyong and Haechan, "Really? You're still butt hurt? You didn't answer any of my texts, I wasn't sure if you were safe."
You make it a point not to look at him, so Haechan answers for you instead, "You have her location and you made her feel bad, she doesn't owe you anything."
Jaehyun glares at the younger man, he could be so annoying sometimes. While he ate, Jaehyun's eyes were glued on you with a scowl watching you laugh and interact with everyone but him. He looked like a child who was forced to share his favorite toy, it was hilarious.
While you stood in the kitchen and continued conversing with Taeyong, Jaehyun slipped in and wrapped his arms around your waist, "are you really still mad at me baby?"
"Yes, Jaehyun," You reply curtly, not reciprocating any type of affection like you would usually. This was new for everyone to witness, usually it was you giving the affection. It was you who initiated the hugs, used the mushy petnames, began the disgusting make out sessions. It was funny to see Jaehyun being the clingier of you two now.
He nuzzles his face in your neck, pressing kisses to the slope of your shoulder, "I'm not Jaehyun. I'm your love, your baby, your babe."
"Not when you're being mean."
"I didn't mean to say it," he whines, hearing someone snort out a laugh in the background.
"Jaehyun, I just can't believe you'd say that to me. You're a fucking business major with a 2.8 GPA and I'm on the dean's list with a 3.9. Almost all your classes are freshman level classes. Anything I do is harder than what you do," you finally snap.
"My love, I'm sorry," he cups your face and begins pressing kisses across your face while you still huff in annoyance in his hold.
"I don't like it when you call me stupid or imply that I am," You pout looking up into his eyes.
He presses his forehead to yours, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, "You're not baby. You're so smart and I'm the stupid one."
Someone imitates a whipping noise and mocks, "No, I'm stupid! Me! Me! I'm so stupid!"
"Fucking whipped is what he is," someone else chuckles.
"Would you guys knock it off, I'm trying to apologize to my girlfriend here!" Jaehyun calls out with an annoyed groan.
Another whip noise, "Pretty sure, I heard her call you single bro."
"Did you break up?" Haechan asks hopefully, fingers visibly crossed on both hands.
"Jaehyun gets a pass this time," you reply leaning into Jaehyun to give his cheek a kiss, ignoring the groans of the other guys in the room while he smiles happliy, "but I want flowers too."
He kisses you softly a few times, your face still cradled in his hands while he looks you right in the eye, "then my girl is getting her flowers."
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Request: wrong number au, Eddie texts Gareth something personal but puts in 1 wrong number & ends up texting Steve. The two of them hit it off & start chatting & then when they meet IRL they are completely head over heels in love & its cute as fuck
MY LOVE MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! LOVE A GOOD WRONG NUMBER AU!!! I can't believe I've never written it before now. I also had to actually include Gareth because I am actually obsessed with him lately, and I just think it's really neat that we can make these characters our own. This was such a fun and cute request! I didn't do the inappropriate route because I thought this was hilarious so sorry about that. I made up for it with something else! - Mickala ❤️
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GARE BEAR! You won’t believe it but i dropped my phone in a sewer. Lost everything.
He had never been so happy about having his closest friends’ numbers memorized. His phone was somewhere under the streets of Chicago, floating through dirty water and sewage, dying a slow and painful death.
He texted everyone else one at a time, let them know he had a new number and to completely delete the old one because it would never be recovered.
They were used to things like this happening; He lost his phone annually at this point and it was cheaper just to get a new number than transfer everything to a new one.
He went to dial Wayne, the old school part of him insisting on phone calls instead of texts still, when Gareth’s name popped up with a new text.
Not sure who Gare Bear is, but sorry about your phone. That’s shitty.
Eddie let out a loud laugh.
did you mean to make a pun?
Did it make you laugh?
yes
Then yes.
Eddie sat down on a bench, entirely focused on his conversation with this stranger.
Did you find your Gare Bear yet?
Not yet but i think i’m pretty happy talking to you for now
Smooth, Eddie.
Admittedly, he was in a hell of a dry spell.
Going on almost two years, actually.
A little flirting with a stranger never hurt anybody, not when he clearly needed some practice.
Not sure if your Gare Bear would like it very much though
Wait, what?
Eddie stared at his phone, trying to comprehend what that could mean. Why would Gareth not want him talking to a stranger?
I hope you find your partner though!
Oh.
Oh!
Eddie hit the call button in the corner before he could even register what he was doing.
“Hello?”
Oh no, he sounded hot.
“Hi. So, Gareth is very much not my partner. He probably actually wishes I would really forget his number,” Eddie rushed out.
“Um. Okay?”
“He’s been my best friend for ten years and he thinks I’m a mess. Not a partner,” Eddie further clarified.
“Got it. Not a partner.”
“Yes, exactly.”
They stayed silent for a moment before Eddie coughed.
“I’m Eddie, by the way.”
“Steve. Sorry about your phone, seriously that sucks,” he sounded genuinely apologetic, like he personally threw Eddie’s phone in the sewer.
“Oh, no big deal. I lose my phone more often than I go out with someone,” Eddie said.
Why did he say that?
Steve let out a laugh and it was like music.
Eddie couldn’t help the smile taking over his face at his laugh, already knew he wasn’t gonna be able to let this guy go without learning more about him.
“So you’re, what? Celibate?” Steve asked.
“Far from it. Well, maybe not far from it. Temporarily, maybe. It’s been a while,” Eddie admitted.
“How long?” Steve asked, a loud bang coming from his end of the phone. “Sorry, I had to go outside for some privacy.”
Eddie wasn’t going to read into that. He wasn’t.
“Two years give or take. I mean I’m not counting shitty dates that ended before they got worse. So, yeah. Two years.”
“Been a year for me, but. Yeah, I get it. My last relationship didn’t end on the best terms. She decided I was too in love with her I guess,” Steve sighed, voice sounding pained.
She.
Steve was probably straight.
There was no way he’d be lucky enough for Steve to like men.
Or for Steve to like him.
“I can’t really imagine breaking up with someone because they loved me too much. I’m usually the one who falls too hard,” Eddie admitted.
“Yeah, well, same here,” Steve sounded sad, a bit withdrawn.
Eddie wanted to hear him laugh again.
“I doubt either of us have ever fallen as hard as my phone did down a drain,” Eddie said sadly.
Steve let out a loud laugh and Eddie smiled.
“This might sound crazy, but I’m kind of glad your phone decided to live in the sewers,” Steve said when he finally calmed down. “And maybe a little too happy that you typed your friend’s number wrong.”
“Oh really? Why’s that?”
Was this flirting? Was he successfully having a flirtatious conversation with a potentially very hot guy?
“So I can be bold and ask if you maybe wanted to meet up somewhere?” Steve asked hesitantly.
“So you’re in Chicago?” Eddie asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“For the last five years, yeah.”
“You busy tonight?”
Eddie’s heart stopped.
He was really going to meet up with a stranger just because he liked his laugh and hoped he was hot.
He’d done more with less.
“Yeah, actually. I’m getting dinner with this guy I accidentally texted,” Eddie smirked, looking down at his feet.
“Dinner? What a lucky guy. Where are you going?” Steve sounded amused.
“Well, it depends on what he likes. I’ve been craving some pierogies. Ever been to Staropolska?” Eddie asked.
Gareth’s family owned it, and he used to eat there two or three times a week while they were in college, usually working off his bill in the kitchen doing dishes after.
He hadn’t been in a couple months, work keeping him busy and his budget being pretty tight when he moved into a studio apartment by himself.
He had enough to treat himself tonight though.
“The one on Milwaukee? Yeah. One of my favorite places to get devolay,” Steve sounded surprised that he knew it.
“You won’t believe this, but the friend I was trying to text when I got you, his family owns that place.”
“No way! Then we have to. We owe it to the guy who has almost my exact phone number,” Steve responded.
“Meet you there at seven?” Eddie asked, suddenly more nervous.
“Seven sounds good.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Steve giggled. Eddie fell in love.
“We should probably hang up.”
“Should we?” Eddie asked, not wanting to stop talking to him yet.
“Yes, I have to do my hair. Gotta impress the guy who drops his phone in the sewer and texts strangers about it.”
“He sounds like a loser. Don’t put too much effort in,” Eddie sighed. “But okay. See you at seven.”
“See you then.”
They both stayed on the line for a minute.
“Okay. For real. Bye,” Steve laughed.
“Bye, Stevie.”
He hung up before he could convince himself to talk to him for the rest of the afternoon.
He breathed out a loud sigh, smiling as he realized he had a date.
He dialed Gareth’s real number immediately.
“Gareth, I have a date!”
“What is this number, Eddie?”
“Oh, I dropped my phone in the sewers. Not important. I have a date!”
“Jesus Christ. Okay. Come over then.”
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Gareth had been his pre-date hype man since high school, though he wasn’t very good at it.
Mostly he calmed Eddie’s nerves and helped make sure his hair didn’t look like he just woke up, which was often its unfortunate state of being.
“So, you don’t know this guy,” Gareth said from his bed.
“No.”
“And you talked for like two seconds and decided you’re in love with him,” he continued.
“Yes.”
“And you think this is totally normal and sane?”
“I didn’t say that. But we just…I dunno. We clicked. I haven’t been that at ease with someone in a long time. It felt natural,” Eddie fell back on his bed, starfishing so his arm and leg hit Gareth’s legs.
“Dude, I’m not discouraging it. I’m happy for you. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it isn’t as easy when you meet,” Gareth said softly.
“Yeah, thanks. I think it’ll be okay, though.”
“Alright. Tell babcia I’m coming by tomorrow for lunch.”
Eddie sat up and gave Gareth a quick hug.
“Thanks Gare Bear!”
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He arrived 20 minutes early so he could sneak in the back to say hi to Gareth’s grandmother, who still insisted on getting her hands on the food every day for a couple of hours despite being nearly 80 years old.
“Babcia!”
“Eddie! My kochany! You forget to visit and I forget what you look like!” she rushed over, flour and oil stains all over her apron.
He should have kept some distance so his shirt didn’t get ruined, but he ignored the part of his brain telling him to look perfect for his date so he could get a hug.
“You know I have to watch my money,” he said against her shoulder.
“And you know I feed you for free if you clean up after yourself. No excuse,” she pulled away and looked him over. “You look handsome. Why?”
Eddie put his hands on his hips.
“What? Don’t I always look handsome?”
“Of course, but this is different. Your hair is smooth and you smell like the perfume store,” she smirked. “Is it a girl? Or a boy? Or a someone?”
“It’s a boy. We’ve never met in person, so I wanted to make a good first impression,” he admitted.
“Oh! How lovely! What’s his name?” She was back to kneading dough, but kept her eyes on him.
“Steve. He actually has been here before, loves the devolay?”
Babcia froze.
“Steve? Oh goodness.” She turned to the sink and washed her hands, muttering under her breath about something.
Eddie’s heart sank. Babcia didn’t seem happy about this.
“What’s wrong? You know him?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Is he not a good guy? Has he been mean to you? I’ll call and cancel right now,” he insisted, reaching for his phone in his pocket.
“No, no. Nothing like that. He is a very sweet boy. He got broken up with in this restaurant a few months back. Tore me to pieces. He just sat here for hours crying. I moved him to a corner booth for his privacy and he left me a $100 tip and ever since then when he comes in I make sure to give him as many szarlotka as he wants.” She touched Eddie’s shoulder. “You be good to him. He has a nice heart.”
Eddie’s mind raced.
Why had Steve agreed to come here for a date if this is where he’d been broken up with? Why did he even bother coming back if it held such bad memories?
What if he didn’t see this as a date?
The front door chimed and he heard the employee at the front welcome someone.
“He will be good for you, drogi.”
Eddie nodded before making his way to the front, stopping in his tracks when he saw the most beautiful man he’d ever seen standing at the podium, talking to the employee with a smile.
“That’s him,” Babcia said from behind him. “Go get him.”
She shoved him forward, nearly making him trip, which caught the attention of Steve.
He looked over with a curious smile, and then realization seemed to hit him.
“Steve?” Eddie managed to ask, loud enough to be heard over the few full tables in the restaurant.
“Eddie?” he asked back, hesitantly moving towards him.
“I, um,” Eddie started, then cleared his throat. “I usually sit by the window, if that’s okay?”
“That’s perfect,” Steve nodded.
It was cliche, like the room around them closed into just them existing together, like the stars had aligned exactly right for this moment to happen.
They sat down at the table Eddie usually sat at, staring across the table at each other in slight awe.
Eddie really hoped that Steve was having the same feelings he was.
But one thing was stopping Eddie from being completely enraptured.
“Is this a date?” he asked suddenly.
“What?” Steve seemed surprised by his question. “I mean, yeah. I’d like it to be. I thought it was.”
Eddie nodded once, but remained quiet, thinking.
“Oh God, it wasn’t, was it? You were just being nice. What is it with this restaurant? If I didn’t love the food so much or babcia, I would never step foot here again, I swear-”
Eddie put his hand on Steve’s to calm him down, frown on his face.
“Woah. What?”
“I just. I don’t have the best history with dates here and I guess I didn’t learn the first time something bad happened, and now I’m being too much too fast again in this place and-”
Eddie pulled Steve’s hand up to his face, placing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
“Stevie, calm down. This is a date. I’ll have as many dates here as you want to to get rid of whatever negative stuff you associate with this place. Babcia would hate that I ruined this place for you,” he said quietly.
Steve seemed to relax at his words.
And if you wanna tell me about what happened, you can. If it’ll help,” Eddie offered.
Before Steve could reply, Gareth’s cousin, Ben, came to take their order.
It was a quick order, both knowing exactly what they wanted, and then Steve looked back at him.
“It’s just. My last girlfriend, who I was with for almost three years, dumped me here. It was kind of out of the blue for me, and I had a really hard time that night.”
Eddie felt his heart break.
How could someone do that to Steve? He didn’t need to know him better to know that he didn’t deserve that, especially not if babcia had taken him under her wing so quickly.
“She must be awful to have let you go like that,” Eddie squeezed Steve’s hand in his, resisting the urge to go to his side of the table and hold him.
Steve shrugged and looked down at their hands.
“I mean, I should have known. She was never much for romance or spending time together that didn’t involve work or school. I was looking at engagement rings and she was looking at apartments to get away from me. I was just…really blinded by what I thought was love,” Steve smiled sadly at him.
“It wasn’t?”
“Well, it may have been a type of love. It was more comfort than anything. She was kind of all I had for the first year we were together, and I think I just ignored how unhealthy that was for both of us. And then I met Robin in college, and she was like the opposite of Nancy in every way. A few months before Nancy broke up with me, I told her that Robin’s parents kicked her out when she came out to them and that she needed a place to stay until we graduated. She agreed, then never made any attempt at getting to know her. And I didn’t read into it, Nancy isn’t like, super talkative with people she isn’t already close with, and Robin just kinda stayed to herself when Nancy was home.” Steve took a shaky breath. “But it turns out she didn’t bother getting to know her because she already knew she was gonna break up with me and leave the apartment to me and Robin, so.she just. Didn’t bother. Robin warned me, but I didn’t listen.”
Eddie wanted to cry.
Steve’s voice was full of pain, but not in a way that told him he still loved her, or still hoped they would get back together. More that she broke a part of him that he still hadn’t been able to fix no matter how hard he tried or wanted to.
“Was she jealous?” Eddie asked, trying so hard to understand what could have happened.
“I dunno. I mean, Robin’s a lesbian, and I definitely never had feelings for her anyway. Nancy was always so sure of herself, I can’t imagine she’d be jealous.”
“It sounds like she didn’t appreciate you very much.”
“What do you mean?” Steve didn’t sound mad, just curious.
“Well, she didn’t even make an effort to get to know your best friend, right? And it sounds like she was too busy focusing on her future to even think about what you looked like in it, and instead of trying to plan it with you, she made a future for her. She sounds a bit selfish,” Eddie shrugged.
Instead of being upset, Steve laughed.
God, Eddie loved that laugh.
“Sorry, it’s just that you sound exactly like Robin. You’d probably be two peas in a pod.”
“Tell me about her,” Eddie genuinely wanted to know more about the person who kept Steve going.
Their food arrived in the middle of the story of how Steve and Robin met, but it didn’t stop him from continuing.
Eddie listened with a fond smile, filling in Steve’s gaps of silence as he chewed a bite of food with questions or something related to what he’d been talking about.
It was easy.
It was fun.
Halfway through the meal, Steve’s foot rested against one of his and it felt like electricity shooting through his bones.
Eddie told him about Gareth, and his family who had pretty much adopted him when they both moved here from a small town in Indiana. He talked about his uncle who raised him for most of his life, who visited every Christmas despite being on a really tight budget.
Time passed quickly, but not at all.
They hadn’t realized how long they’d been sitting there until babcia came out without her apron to hand deliver an apple tart.
“You boys enjoy. I’ll see you both soon!” she said as she smacked a kiss on top of each of their heads.
Both of them blushed, but tried to cover it up with a bite of food.
As they finished, Steve looked outside to see how dark it was, how few people were left walking the streets.
“Guess we should head out,” he muttered, sounding like that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Would you wanna come to my place? We don’t have to do anything except talk, I promise. I just don’t really want this to end yet,” Eddie suggested.
“Really? I haven’t bored you?” Steve asked, just a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.
Eddie shook his head.
“Not at all. I’d really like to get a chance to love you the way you deserve,” Eddie said.
Steve’s eyes widened.
Eddie should back up, should say something less intense.
But if this ruined it, then at least he said what he was thinking.
“You think you could love me?” Steve asked, barely more than a whisper.
“I think I already do a little,” Eddie admitted.
Steve blinked at him for a moment, mouth slightly agape.
“I need to kiss you,” he finally said.
“Now? Here?” Eddie smiled.
“Now. Here.”
“I won’t stop you.”
Steve stood from the table and stood in front of Eddie, placing both hands on his cheeks and leaning down.
Their lips brushed in a barely-there kiss, softer than Eddie expected.
Steve stayed there for a moment, eyes closed, and Eddie couldn’t help the words tumbling from him.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
If someone had said it to him, he would think they were just trying to get him into their bed, but that wasn’t the case here and he hoped Steve knew that.
“People used to call me a charmer, but I don’t think I’m half as good at it as you,” Steve whispered, his breath ghosting against Eddie’s lips.
“Just honest.”
“Take me home,” Steve said, opening his eyes and staring at Eddie, his eyes glowing with something close to love.
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They stayed up all night, never doing more than kissing and mapping out patterns on each others’ skin.
They talked about everything, even the painful parts of life, even the parts that they hadn’t shared with anyone else.
It didn’t make any sense that someone who had been a stranger not even 24 hours ago could already mean so much.
When the sun started to shine through the curtains of Eddie’s apartment, Steve sighed and buried his face in Eddie’s neck.
“I have to go to work,” though he burrowed his entire body further into the bed and Eddie’s side.
“You could call in sick,” Eddie suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.
“Robin would kill me.”
He and Robin worked together as team teachers at an elementary school. When one of them missed, it left the other with 34 kids alone.
Plus, Steve loved his job, worked hard to be a teacher, and hated missing a day if he didn’t need to.
“Maybe you could bring Robin here after work? I can make dinner?” Eddie’s job was pretty easy, marketing for an Indie record label based out of New York remotely really kept him busy for a couple hours a day and the rest of the time was spent writing his own music.
Steve sat up and looked down at him, his hair ruffled from Eddie running his fingers through it for the last eight hours.
“You’d wanna meet Robin?”
“Yeah, if you want me to. She sounds like fun.”
Steve started crying.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry. Good job, Munson, already ruined something good,” Eddie was reaching for a tissue from his bedside table.
“No, no, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and emotional. And just. It means a lot that you’d wanna meet her,” Steve said between gasps for air as he continued to cry.
“Of course I do. I could even invite Gareth over, too, if you want. He won’t believe that our date went well,” Eddie joked, brushing the tears away from Steve’s cheeks.
“I’d love to meet him,” Steve said, sniffling.
“When can you guys get here?”
“Usually we’re done by four, but sometimes we stay later to finish grading stuff. Maybe we should say six?”
“Got it. Any allergies?”
“Robin is allergic to shellfish. She says she is. I think she just doesn’t like them,” Steve rolled his eyes.
“No shellfish, got it. Any preferences, my love?”
Steve blushed at the term of endearment, looking down before he leaned in to kiss Eddie softly.
“Anything you make will be great.”
“You wanna borrow some clothes for work?” Eddie asked.
“Do you have any business casual stuff?”
Eddie gagged.
“Unfortunately, it’s required for the job sometimes. Far left of the closet should have something,” he nodded towards the small closet by the bathroom.
Eddie watched as Steve walked over and picked out his only pair of khaki pants and a navy button down. Steve looked back at him and winked before he nodded towards the bathroom.
“Could use some help working the shower if you’re willing to,” he smirked.
Eddie jumped up from the bed and ran into the bathroom, ignoring the way Steve was laughing.
“The hot water is tricky sometimes. I should probably get in there too to make sure it stays hot,” Eddie said as he stripped off his pants.
“Definitely. Wouldn’t want me to get cold,” Steve put a hand on his shoulder to slow him down. “Kiss me?”
Eddie leaned in to kiss him slowly, letting his tongue brush along his lips just to get a taste.
“Okay?” Eddie checked in.
“Yeah. You remember what you said last night? About loving me like I deserve?”
Eddie nodded.
“I want you to. And I want to love you back.”
“I think we can arrange that.”
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RZ Michael Myers x patient reader
reader is at Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium Michael is at and she is pushed around by the nurses and crys when yelled at.
Tw : abuse, abuse mentioned ( or implied) , Michael blames himself for leaving boo and thinks she is being hurt ( he wasn't told about his mom or boo ) , murder ( it is deserved) , swearing,
yes Michael sees us as a boo
I'm so sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors 💗
you had only been at Smith's Groves for 5 months and you had yet to make any friends.
you understood that it was a mental hospital and the chance of making friends were slim to none but you wanted to try anyway, your first two attempts went badly and ended with you getting a big black bruise on your right arm and lower cheek.
when you had confronted the nurses to ask for help with your bruises you were told to ' get over it ' and ' you should be thankful they didn't't kill you ' and never got any ointments, you had to learn that the nurses weren't going to be much help in those situations so you choose to keep to yourself to avoid getting hurt.
as much as you hatted being alone with only your therapist to talk to it was better than getting hurt, you hadn't know this before you were forced into smiths Grove but there were many criminals also seeking treatment here; you wish you were made aware of this factor, considering it would have changed your argument on why you shouldn't go to a mental institution.
but here you were sitting at your small desk drawing small useless drawing of cats and mice that your therapist would stupidly try and find a deeper meaning to.
as you began to draw your firth cat your door was aggressively opened and made a loud noise, scaring you and made you mess up.
you took a deep breath and looked at your now destroyed drawing, you hatted not being able to finish your drawings but you hatted getting yelled at for being late to breakfast more.
you slowly sat up knowing who was opening the door without even having to look , it was one of the nurses that was in charge of you.
you turned around and walked towards an strange face , one you hadn't met before.
you just have stoped walking towards him because the next thing you knew he was yelling.
" Jesus Christ, can you go any slower !" the man screamed as you quickly walked towards you and grabbed your arm and yanked you towards the door.
you weren't sure what was happening.
as soon as he yelled tears filled your eyes and you tried not to allow more tears to replace the ones already falling.
you my not be able to see well but you could feel the arm that grabbed you and yanked you out of your room.
you knew it was best not to resist, so you silently follow the man who still hasn't let you go.
he didn't let you go until you were sitting in your normal place at the small breakfast table.
" now just sit the fuck down and stop crying for god sakes, I didn't even do anything" he whisper yelled right next to your face.
than he was gone, he walked away leaving you crying at breakfast.
not long after that food was put in front of you, you had no appetite so you didn't move.
your head between your raised shoulders and your eyes stuck as a spot on the ground.
you managed to stop crying a little after breakfast was out on the table but your appetite remanded the same. so you didn't even bother picking up your stupid plastic cutlery.
if you were being honest you were fine with just staring at the spot on the floor forever if you were allowed to , but like most things you got comfort in it was taken away.
" why aren't you eating?" a female nurse asked you .
you knew this nurse, she was nice enough but still carried a attitude.
you lifted you head to meet her eyes and gave a small shrug not wanting to speak.
she rolled her eyes and took away the food.
you kept your head up now looking at everyone else talking to there friends or sitting quietly by myself, you eyes accidentally locked with a tall man sitting at a separate table with gards all around him.
he was wearing a blueish long cardigan and a white uniform like the rest of the patients.
looking at the tall man you suddenly become very aware of the fact you went wearing a bra and felt very exposed.
you returned to normal, your head below your shoulders and your eyes focused on a spot on the ground.
you're not sure how long breakfast went on for, but you do know that the male nurse was once again grabbing your arm and trying to pull you somewhere.
" are you my new nurse?" you quietly question, hoping he would say something along the lines of 'no' but lady luck wasn't on your side today.
" fucking hell! speak up bitch" he yelled and pushes you away from him, it didn't hurt but you started tearing up.
you quickly looked around trying to see if there were any nurses around to help you but there was only 3 gards around the big man.
you were quick to realize no one was going to help you .
though, that wasn't how Michael Myers saw this situation at all.
although Michael doesn't get angry often this made his blood boil .
he wasn't sure but in his eyes you were a exact same as little boo.
and he could just sit down and let someone that reminded him of boo get hurt again.
but for now he will just stay put, he's watching as you slowly get up and whisper a small ' sorry '.
" god sakes, if I knew any better I'd say you're scared of me ? you scared slut ?" the man says in a sarcastic voice.
you stay still
𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵.
Michael stands picking up one of his gards and throws him across the room.
'𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘰'
the other gards try and reach to there batons but don't get a chance before there also killed.
Michael slams one of there heads into a wall until he hears a cracking noice, he's not sure if it's the concrete or his skull;
and he doesn't care.
the other gard is thrown on to the ground were the man with a caved skull lays, there's another crack.
Michael looks up to you only to find you're looking into his eyes.
you tillt your head slightly.
the male nurse is trying to call for help on his wally talky which he keeps dropping; he's shaking so much he can't think anything in his hands.
as soon as Michael begins walking towards the two of you the nurse pushes you into Michal and runs of.
𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'
but Michael don't want you dead , no.
he catches you and carefuly moves your body onto chair.
Michael once again starts walking towards the stupid man.
the nurse was trying to open the door but he was blissfully unaware that it was locked.
all the doors were locked why Michael would get angry to attempt to lessen the number of dead.
the nurse was screaming and bashing on the door, not that it would do anything.
Michael grabbed the nurses arm and pulled him back dislocating his shoulder with a creck.
the nurse now on the floor tried to crawl away from the significantly larger man who had no intention of stopping.
Michael gave him no time to get away before he picked the nurse by his head and smashed it back into the hard concrete floor and repeated the motion.
all you could do was sit in horror as the sound of the cracks filled the room, the blood pooling at the nurses now caved in head only grew bigger and bigger.
you weren't sure when he died but you understood he stopped screaming at the second blow.
the screams re looped though your head , the only thing you could remember was the screams: they were ear piercing.
Michael picked up the un- recognizable head and pushed it down one more time before standing up.
Michael whipped his blood stained hands and walked towards you, you were not scared; not that you felt safe , but you were so drained you couldn't help not feeling anything at all.
he sat down next to your trembling body and put a significantly larger hand on your shoulder.
the guards came into the room ten minutes later, you and Michael hadn't moved an inch.
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#slasher fanfiction#slashers imagine#slashers#slash fanfiction#slash fic#michael myers#rz michael myers#rz michael myers x reader#holloween#halloween#halloween 2 1981
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Hold Fast | Ch. 1 Will Squat for Dinner
Series Master List
Inspo: In an IG reel @ tashabraziliano asks a guy at the gym to play a game where if she squats him he has to buy her dinner at Nando’s.
Rating: M for this one shot, but this blog is 18+ MDNI
A/N: Thank you to @bloviating-vy for being my beta and my write or die! Grateful to everyone who voted in my poll and @katareyoudrilling for encouraging me to post. In the Hold Fast AU all the guys make it back from S. America, additional details TBD if this ends up being a series
Word Count: ~4.0k
Tags: no y/n, gymbff!Benny, alcohol, swearing, reader is a powerlifting girlie described as short, Tom is alive unfortunately (we hate Tom), alcohol, brief body insecurity and Frankie being down on himself, Tom owns a bar, Pope owns a gym, alternating POV with one brief Benny POV
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The first time you went to train at Pope's Gym, Benny wouldn’t stop talking your ear off during your workout. When you finally got a word in edgewise, you made a bet with him that if you could squat him, he would shut the fuck up and let you finish your workout in peace. To his amazement, not only did you squat him, you repped him 3 times before setting him down to raucous applause. You’d been gym besties ever since. It didn’t hurt that he was nice to look at with his dirty blonde hair and penchant to go sans shirt so he could flaunt his abs as frequently as possible. Plus, his big golden retriever energy never failed to brighten your day.
Benny liked to tease you about the gym you used to go to that had vanity lighting, a smoothie bar, and chilled eucalyptus-scented towels. While Pope's had the most lifting platforms of any gym in town, you were adjusting to the lack of central A/C and other amenities you were used to. Pope’s was housed in a large warehouse space, bare metallic bones, with multiple commercial rolling doors instead of a proper HVAC system. Besides the rows upon rows of platforms, a selection of assault bikes and ergs lined one wall of the gym, while a section of accessory machines collected dust in the corner.
You learned which platforms got the most airflow depending on which rolling door was open and which ones the massive fans covered best. You had made the switch because you had outgrown your old gym which catered to the general public. The bougie public, Benny liked to remind you. You had started lifting heavy and wanted to lift heavier, so you found yourself signing up at Pope's after Pope himself had given you the tour around the space. You learned that Pope had started the gym after coming back from Colombia wanting to promote health and strength in the community while getting into better shape himself. Looking at the peach shape of his ass you could bounce anything off of, you knew Pope had been putting the work in.
Benny worked the front desk at Pope's between training and fighting MMA. His older and blonder brother Will would come by to work out, but he was often leaving when you were arriving so you didn't know him well beyond a friendly wave. Plus, it seemed like Benny used the majority of the word quota between the Miller brothers. Pope's grew on you and you got to know the regulars who trained the same time you did; enough that you gave them cute identifying nicknames in your head (often without knowing their actual names) and worried about them when they missed more than a session or two.
Benny was surprised to see you walk into Pope's one night an hour before closing since you always trained in the mornings. You had given him a short head nod instead of your usual big smile before stalking to a platform and slamming your bag down.
"Yooooo, everything ok?" he asks as he walks over.
"Does it look like I'm okay," you huff, aggressively wrestling your knee sleeves on. Glancing at him, you immediately apologize when he hesitates and takes a step back.
"Sorry, Benny. I'll be a lot better after I pick up some heavy things and put them down."
"Might help if you want to talk about it?" he ventures leaning against the barbell.
You finish tying your squat shoes before looking at him again with dejected eyes and sighing.
"I just went on a crappy date with a guy from one of those dating apps," you sigh again. "He spent the whole time talking about himself and how much he works out. Then he had the fucking audacity to question me when he asked how much I could lift."
"Fucking asshole!" Benny feels himself getting steamed.
"He just stormed out of the restaurant and left me with the bill when I refused to change my answer," you shrug, but Benny sees your jaw tick. "Apparently, I squat and deadlift more than he does and he couldn't date someone who could do that." You roll your eyes and huff.
"WTF! What a total loser. You don't need a guy like that who doesn't appreciate you," Benny replies incensed. He sees your face fall for a moment, eyes downcast and tight.
"I just — I've been trying to put myself out there again and it sucks," you mumble, cheeks flush with embarrassment. "It's also been kinda lonely since I moved here, and I guess I could just use more friends, too."
"I'M YOUR FRIEND!"
"Yeah, my gym friend! We don't do anything outside of this hot, sweaty box Benny," you remind him with a small smile and playful shove to get him off your barbell.
Benny decides this is completely unacceptable and immediately remedies this by inviting you to the next hangout with him and his ex-Delta Force friends at Redfly's, a local bar nearby. "You know Pope and Will already," he reassures, "Tom's the owner of the bar and he's an asshole, but he's our asshole. And there's Catfish — we call him Fish for short. We've been trying to get him to come work out here, but he's been busy with his new pilot job for the hospital. And he shares custody of his 3-year-old daughter with his ex."
He could see your brain turning over all the information he was throwing at you. You don't seem to react either way to the news that Fish has an ex and a daughter. As you adjust the bar height you respond, "You sure? Don't want to crash a regular thing that you have with your guys."
"Nah, it'll be great! They'll love you!" Benny's determined to get you to come.
You hand him your phone. "Well... okay. Text me the details?"
With your phone in hand, Benny puts his number in to text himself and then convinces you to show him your dating profile. Between sets of squats you both take turns swiping on possible matches, Benny teasing you on your picks. Ever observant, Benny notices your preference for profiles with tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed candidates. As you work through your next set, Benny sneaks his phone out and immediately texts Fish.
Redfly's was what you expected for a bar run by an ex-delta force asshole. Dimly lit, buncha mismatched tables and chairs, lots of dark grain wood, and an air of neglect despite being quite clean. It was mostly empty except for a few grizzled guys who screamed regulars, nursing beers at the bar. Lots of beers on tap, but not so much for cocktail options. Not that you were a big drinker anyway. If anything, all the training made you an extremely cheap date. But damn, if you were going to drink, you wanted it to be a solid cocktail.
"THERE SHE IS!" Benny bounds over to you before grabbing your hand and dragging you over to the table in the corner. He introduces you to Tom who was standing by the table chatting with the guys. Tom gives a half-hearted greeting before stalking off back to the bar. Pope gives you a big smile and hug, "Good to see you hermosa, don't mind Tom. That was downright friendly for him." You snort as you settle into your seat next to Pope. Will also greets you with a small wave and an offer to pour you a beer from the pitcher.
"That's okay, I'm not much of a beer drinker." You wince, wrinkling your nose.
"I thought you said she was cool," Pope teases Benny who rolls his eyes and looks at you with faux betrayal.
"How about I buy shots for the table? Would that make me cool?" you smirk, getting up to go to the bar.
"Only if I get one too," says a warm, baritone voice from behind you. A tall, handsome man slides into the last vacant seat across from yours. Soft brown curls threaten to escape the Standard Oil cap nestled on his head. The warmest brown eyes smile at you as he holds your surprised gaze. "Hi, I'm Fish. Sorry, 'm late."
You want to trace the golden skin stretched deliciously along the column of his neck. Run your fingers through those curls that look so, so incredibly soft. And the strong curve of his nose... You snap out of your reverie before you respond with your name. "Better get those shots then," you say, trying not to trip over your unexpectedly shaky legs. Holy shit, why the fuck didn't Benny mention his friend Fish was gorgeous?
When Benny bugged him to come to the Friday night hangout at Redfly’s, Frankie hadn’t given it a second thought. The exuberant text from Benny, “You coming this week right? Got someone from Pope’s coming to meet you guys!!!” had two too many exclamation points for his taste. He figured Benny had a new lifting partner he wanted the guys to meet and his attendance had been pretty spotty between the new EMS pilot gig and balancing shared custody with Vanessa.
So when he walked into Redfly’s and overheard you say “… shots for the table?” He just assumed Tom had finally hired some help in the form of a very cute new waitress.
It wasn’t until he asked the guys when Tom hired you, eyes not leaving your form as you walked away, did he realize the absolute error in his assumption. “That’s my friend from the gym, Fish. SHE’s from Pope’s,” Benny rolled his eyes.
“C’mon hermano, you know Tom’s too cheap to hire help and too much of a pendejo for help to stick around,” Pope added.
Frankie pulled his cap low over his eyes and slid down his seat. He could feel himself flush. Fuck, he thought. Just made an ass out of myself demanding a shot from a total stranger.
You had frozen for a moment after he introduced himself before offering your name with a bit of a grimace. He thought you were gorgeous though and smelled incredible, fresh and citrusy with hints of something sweet and floral that lingered even after you had walked away.
“So, whaddya think, Fish?” Benny prods. "She’s smart, pretty, super strong, and a total sweetheart. Should ask her out."
Frankie flushes a deeper red. “S’outta my league Benny.”
“Aw, c’mon Fish, you gotta get back out there,” Benny persists. "Made it easy for you too. I happen to know you’re exactly her type."
“What, she into out of shape, 40-year-old, divorced, single dads with a toddler?” Fish grumbles. He hadn’t dressed particularly well tonight either, just his usual worn khakis and old faded navy t-shirt. Hadn’t suspected Benny was going to try to set him up tonight, although with Benny you never knew what you were getting yourself into.
“Might’ve mentioned summa that to her. She didn’t even blink, Fish. You got a shot and you should take it.”
Frankie finally tears his eyes away from you. You had just said something that made Tom smile ever so briefly and he wanted to know what you said. Frankie didn’t even realize Tom smiled anymore.
He sees Pope giving Benny that look that said Pope knew Frankie was indeed interested in you, but needed some extra encouragement and to get out of his head. How a single look conveyed all of that spoke to the years and shit they’d all been through together.
“Gonna help her bring over the drinks,” Benny says, popping out of his chair before Frankie could tell him to keep his big mouth shut.
He lifts his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He hadn’t even tried to comb his fucking hair before coming out tonight. He slides the cap back on hoping it catches the more unruly curls.
“You’re a total catch, Fish,” Pope says, pouring him a beer. “Don’t count yourself out before even shooting your shot.”
“Could just be a coffee date. Don’t overthink it,” Will seconds.
Frankie takes a big pull of his beer. Easy for these two to say. Both Pope and Will worked out regularly at the gym and had the physiques to show for it. As much as Frankie had insisted everyone needed to get back on their game when they got back from Colombia, he was the only one out of the five of them who hadn't.
At least it didn’t feel like it with his achy back and bad knees. Sure, he had finally gotten his pilot’s license reinstated and now shared custody of his daughter. But he was self-conscious of his soft stomach, especially next to Benny whose abs were definitely the example given in the dictionary next to “rock-hard.” What did he have to offer you besides a mountain of baggage and PTSD? Maybe if he just kept his mouth shut everything would be fine and he’d survive tonight without embarrassing himself.
At this point, you are willing to brave Tom the asshole to collect yourself before sitting across from Frankie and his big brown eyes again. Tom raises an eyebrow when you order six shots ("One's for you asshole," you say to Tom with a teasing glare) and ask if he could make an Aviation. You swear he gives you the faintest smile before grumbling about ridiculous froufrou cocktails, but he wasn't born yesterday and yes he could make you one.
Benny sidles up to you at the bar as you wait for Tom to finish making your drink, offering to help you carry the drinks back to the table. "You doing ok? You seem nervous," Benny observes as you tap your fingers on the bar.
"Why didn't you warn me Fish is fucking hot?" you pointedly whisper back.
Benny grins at you as he leans back on his elbows against the bar, "Fucking knew it. Totally thought he'd be your type, girlie."
"You trying to set us up??" you glare at him.
Benny shrugs with exaggerated innocence. "Maaaaybe."
You huff, "Does he know that? Am I even his type?" You cringe inwardly at your insecurity.
"Well considering he hasn't taken his eyes off you since you left the table makes me think you are," Benny smirks. The smug look stays on his face.
For once you're glad you took more than five minutes to put yourself together before walking out the door. You picked a pair of jeans that hugged your curves and a fitted top with a very complementary neckline. Black-heeled booties gave you a few inches and made your legs look longer than they were. Worth the hassle of walking in at least for one night. The lightest dusting of make-up, mostly eyeliner and glossy lip balm, highlights your facial features.
"So maybe I should shoot my shot then, hmm?" you wink at Benny with a knowing smile.
"If you're thinking what I'm thinking…," Benny grins thinking back on the day you two met.
"That's very purple," Fish observes as you and Benny set down the drinks for the table.
"It's an Aviation. You might like it considering you're a pilot, mmh?" you respond with a smile. Okay, you've collected yourself. Sort of. Let's see if you remember how this flirting thing goes.
"What are we taking shots to celebrate?" Pope asks.
"How about to new, strong, friends?" you quip.
"I'll cheers to that!" Benny raises his glass.
Conversation is light and fun with the guys. You marvel at their connection and closeness as they teased and talked like people who have been through some shit together over the years. You convince Fish to try the Aviation to which he declares it a "very fancy purple" and keeps sneaking sips much to your amusement. They fold you into their conversation, asking about your training, and what competitions you might try this season. They praise Pope about how the gym has flourished and rib him about his ever-revolving door of beautiful women.
"What about you, Fish? You thinking about getting back out there and dating?" Benny asks before flicking his eyes over to you. You remind yourself to thank Benny profusely for being the best wingman ever.
"'Dunno. Not sure where to even start," Frankie mumbles into his beer, casting his eyes down.
"I have an idea," you give Frankie your best coy smile.
"Yeah?" he breathes looking up at you. Those damn brown eyes.
"I have a game for you," you offer before taking a breath. “If I squat you, you get to buy me dinner.” Your heart is thrumming in your chest and you feel your cheeks flush, but damnit, you were going to shoot your fucking shot. "But if I can rep you, I want the whole nine yards. Pick me up at my place, flowers, dinner and dessert."
"You — you think you can squat me?" Fish looks a bit surprised, "I— it's, it's not that I don't think you can. But 'm... A lot bigger than you... 'm out of shape." His ears pink at the last part as he cups one hand over the back of his neck.
"I know I can. Do we have a deal?" you smile at him with encouragement and extend your hand across the table. Fish hesitates, but you try not to assume why.
"Jesus, Fish, if you don't take her up on it, I will," Pope winks at you.
Fish glances between you and Pope for a brief moment.
He reaches out and shakes your hand. "Okay, deal." You try not to get distracted by the way his large hand engulfs yours.
"Let's go, brown eyes," you tell him as you stand up from your chair and whip your hair up into a high ponytail.
"You're going to do this in heels?" Fish asks as he gets up from his chair with a grunt. Christ, he's so tall. And broad. You shrug and look up at him through your lashes, “I mean, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.”
You move so you stand with your side towards his front.
“I'm going to put my hand here,” you gesture to his right inner thigh just above the knee. "Is that okay?"
"Yep."
"Alright, you ready?"
He nods.
You carefully slump him over your shoulders in a fireman's carry, gripping tightly to his upper arm and thigh. You can feel the warmth of his body pressed deliciously across your shoulders. He's so warm.
You brace.
Benny's out of his seat, whooping and hollering. Pope's leaning forward, elbows on his knees, clapping, "Let's go, let's go!" Will's grinning and shaking his head in amusement. The regulars at the bar sneak glances over in your direction.
Frankie catches himself remarking on the particular shade of purple out loud when you return to the table with Benny bearing shots and a suspiciously purple beverage. He realizes after you respond and the dazzling smile you give him that you’re flirting with him. He thinks?? He’s so out of practice. God, he’d do anything for you to smile at him like that again.
When you slide your drink over to him to try he surprises himself by taking a sip. He’s even more surprised that he likes it. Crisp juniper dances across his tongue followed by a delicate floral sweetness and a touch of citrus with a spiced cardamom and anise finish. This very purple drink tastes the way you smell. And the giggle you give him when he calls it a “very fancy purple” blooms warmth through him, settling low in his core. He can only think about how he can elicit that sound from you again.
Which is how he misses Benny asking him if he’s thinking about getting back out there and dating. Fucking Benny and his goddamn big mouth.
But then you’re smiling at him again, telling him, single-dad, divorcee Francisco Morales, you have an idea. He’s looking at you and he can barely breathe as your eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint and your plush, glossy lips propose a game.
For a moment he’s confused. Did you not want to go out to dinner with him? Because if he’s honest, he doesn’t think you could squat him. He’s so much bigger than you. And he’s pretty sure if he tried, he could put you in his pocket. But then you’re brimming with confidence and extending your hand out to strike a deal.
It’s when Pope — fucking Pope — threatens to play your game in his place that Frankie is engulfing your delicate hand in his large one. You surprise him with a firm handshake and it’s then that he can feel the callouses across your palm. Callouses from many, many reps with the barbell.
Frankie finds himself towering over you, realizing you’re about to try and squat him in heeled booties. He vaguely hears you ask for consent to touch his inner thigh just above his knee before he finds himself suspended horizontally in the air across a set of firm shoulders, anchored by two small hands. He can feel when you brace, feel your entire core expand. The muscles across your shoulders and back flex underneath your fitted top. And suddenly he’s moving up and down, steadily with control.
You end up squatting Fish five times before setting him back down gently with a breathless giggle. He's towering over you again and you just want to press yourself into his broad chest and envelope yourself in the smell of his body wash.
"Dinner?" you smirk up at him.
"Wow, yeah, dinner on me," Fish flushes, impressed and a little dazed.
"It's a date then," you quip, poking him in the rib before you sit back down at the table. You notice his brown eyes spark with realization at your comment.
Will, Benny, and Pope all high-five you. Cheeks still pink, Fish pulls his chair around to sit closer to you. Tom wanders back over to the table grumbling that Redfly's isn't that kind of establishment with theatrics like you just pulled. But he also sets down an Aviation along with another pitcher of beer before returning to the bar.
"He's just jealous you didn't try to squat him," Benny laughs. You giggle in response as the conversation around the table picks back up.
Feeling Fish's gaze on you, you slide your cocktail over to him. A frisson of electricity shoots up your entire arm when his fingers brush against yours as he takes your cocktail glass.
You tilt your head towards him, your eyes meeting his warm brown ones, and whisper, "By the way, my favorite flowers are dahlias."
Frankie lost count by the time you repped him the third time. Just awed by you having the strength to carry him like this. He decides to just enjoy the rest of the ride.
When you set him back upright he almost melts into a puddle at the breathless giggle you let out. He catalogs that sound in his mind. He wants to brush back the hairs that have escaped your ponytail and he already misses your touch, wants to close the space between your bodies somehow without being creepy.
He gets lost in your eyes when you gaze up at him, he’s definitely over a head taller than you, and ask, “Dinner?”
Frankie is pretty sure he responds in the affirmative, still a bit dazed and very impressed.
It’s when you confirm it’s a date that his brain fritzes, reboots, and takes a minute to come back online. He blinks several times at the realization. He has a date. With you.
next chapter>>
Notes: Dahlias symbolize elegance, creativity, positivity, and growth. It also represents inner strength, likely due to the plant's ability to tolerate harsh conditions.
"Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.” — Ann Richards
🙏🏽 Thank you so much for reading my first fic! I'm bad at tumblr and new to tags/warnings/fan fics in general, so if I missed something please let me know.
I am open to constructive feedback but please be gentle with this baby powerlifting writer, yeah? I might be able to squat you, but I'm a big ol' softie.
Aaand I'm thinking about expanding on these characters and making Hold Fast into a series if anyone would want to read it. I may or may not already have a Frankie POV at Pope's Gym where he gets to see reader in her element. 👀
Taglist: @katareyoudrilling @christinamadsen @rebel-held
#frankie morales x you#frankie morales fanfic#frankie morales x reader#frankie x reader#frankie morales x f!reader#frankie catfish morales#pedro pascal characters#triple frontier#pedro pascal cinematic universe#hold fast a frankie x powerlifting!reader fanfic#happy frankie friday#frankie friday
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Kaz Brekker x Shy! Fem! Reader Headcanons
All right! This one was requested by @whitejxsmine and, in an effort to keep the note short and sweet, I’m going to apologize for how short this set of headcanons is, given how long it took me to see the ask she’d originally sent, and also, raine, if or when you see this, I am so sorry again for how long these took!
Fic type- this is entirely fluff!
Warnings- one singular mention of death
Kaz is exactly the type of person who literally won’t notice if you don’t talk or are a generally shy person for a few weeks, I would think
He definitely gets lost in his own thoughts a lot and is never really one for words himself so when others are ALSO not talking, it’s not something he picks up on as quickly as someone like Jesper or Nina might
Even after it gets pointed out to him he’s just like “she’s not one for words. What does it matter?” and that’s kind of just it
he’s also like, super observant so he learns to read your body language pretty quickly, and you end up learning to read the one man who everyone in the Barrel always claims to be unreadable as a result
A lot of your relationship is that, actually. Knowing and understanding each others limits and managing to find good communication even when you’re not in the mood to communicate verbally.
It’s also a lot of give and take, a lot of “you hurt her, you die” and even more I will glower at you in silence while you threaten his life until you finally get the fucking point
Kaz doesn’t mind that you’re shy and not really outgoing, either. He’s more content at home planning heists as it were and after a while, he literally just expects to find you on the windowsill in his office reading a book.
Speaking of books, though? Jesper makes fun of him for it but he goes to the bookstore every few weeks and leaves his findings on the bookshelves in his office.
His goal is ALWAYS to find books he thinks you’ll enjoy because he’s trying to be subtle about wanting you to spend more time with him and he also just can’t really find the words to express it.
SPEAKING OF HIS OFFICE (I know we weren’t but backtracking is a thing that we do from time to time so shhhhh)
Kaz has a coffeemaker in his office. That is established in literally EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FICS because why would he spend kruge on coffee everyday when a coffeemaker is a one time purchase and coffee grounds are a bi-weekly purchase or a monthly purchase if you buy enough in one go? Kazzle Dazzle is smart about his finances and coffee is how he’s capable to run off of so little sleep so of course he’s going to have a coffeemaker
I’m getting sidetracked and before I do, he has a coffeemaker but a few weeks into your relationship he buys an electric kettle (I have no idea if they’d exist in the era that the grishaverse is set in but we’re going to pretend they do) a box of the tea you like, and a mug
If you’re a coffee person rather than a tea person, though, he makes note of what blend you like best and the additives you use for it and buys them whenever he restocks his own
He also gets you a mug if you’re a coffee person (and they say chivalry is dead, but it’s not)
generally, though, your relationship is just really sweet and not one people pick up on a lot because the ways that you show affection as a shy person with an introverted partner aren’t usually grounded in verbalities like “I love you” but more so looks and simple understanding.
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I really try to understand and reread the Ken document to see where Viv’s supporters are coming from, but I’m sorry, all I thought when I was done reading it is that Vivienne is just mentally unstable to the point where she can’t carry a normal and steady conversation without either being petty or freaking out. I think that’s why so many of her peeps and fans excuse her because they see her in a vulnerable state and see her say she’s “shaking” and that she can’t handle this, so everyone coddles her and thinks that Ken must have said something to warrant a reaction like this out of Vivzie…….expect….they didn’t.
Ken never harassed or poked Vivzie, they never got angry and forceful, but when they reasonably give Viv VALID constructive criticism about how she should be crediting her artists since she’s leading an INDIE team (and can’t figure that out apparently since she compared herself to fucking Disney) apparently that was enough to send Vivzie off the edge immediately and think that Ken was attacking her, when Ken said it themselves, they were just talking to her. To have fans paint Ken out to be this needy person who demanded credit in unwarranted aspects is disgusting, because what they said in their document was true. They HAD been responsible for writing MAIN plot points, jokes, and ideas that all made their away into the final product, and the fact that they only got an “additional writing” credit rather than having their name up with Viv, Dave, and Raymond is bullshit.
Viv’s point she had made of Ken’s writing only being in the “early stages” is literally a lie because what they wrote ended up in the final product, not only writing main jokes but Alastor being in the pilot and investing in the hotel, Angel being there for free rent and being the first hotel patron, Charlie trying to convince those of redemption ect. And then when the two brushed it aside, good ol’ perfect Vivzie called Ken an abuser to others, saying false things behind their back while ALSO pretending to be nice to them upfront. That’s my biggest issue. Tell me one instance where Ken was “abusing” Vivzie. They weren’t, Viv is just so fucking emotionally sensitive with zero thick skin and sees anyone daring to criticize her as an attack, and she’s STILL like that to this day. I really don’t see how people can read a document of her not only tracing and not crediting someone, but talking lies behind someone’s back while also being nice..and STILL support her, I really can’t. And it’s funny when some of y’all think that we want Hazbin to cease to exist or Helluva to stop running….no….we don’t give a shit about the shows, we want Viv to get the consequences of her actions and her victims to get justice. We want her to own up to what she’s done, especially the recent drama, and yet she never does cause in her eyes she can do no wrong. She always fucking acts like she did nothing wrong, or blames her behavior on everyone but herself. She’s a 30 year old woman, she acts like a child and needs to be kicked down a notch. She never learns from her experiences or gets better and it really is tiring to see people side with her EVERY single time, despite their being countless evidence clear as day that she’s an entitled brat, with even ANOTHER spindle-member coming out and revealing that they were mistreated as well:
All I can say is that I hope more members are inspired to come out, and not afraid, especially since there are ex members who came out that we haven’t heard a word from, like Salem Squidder, the person above, even Ashley Nichols. People need to realize that wether you like Viv or not, people were HURT by her, and she needs to come forward and confront it, not vague tweet and hide behind her fanbase, leaving everyone to fight her battles instead of herself.
#vivziepop critical#spindlehorse critical#helluva boss critical#helluva boss critique#hazbin hotel critical#helluva boss criticism#anti vivziepop#helluva critical#spindlehorse criticism#spindlehorse toons#vivienne medrano#Vivziepop#vivziepop rant#vivziepop drama#helluvaverse#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#vivziemind
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sorry if you’ve already done this 😭😭😭 but could you do Avery and Gigi headcanons!! Like when they meet and become friends ((((:
avery and gigi head canons
OMG YES! i honestly didn't think of making head canons for those two, but now that you mention it, i'm extremely intrigued. might not be as good as my other posts considering we don't know a whole bunch about gigi but i'll do my best. i've also been working on requests/posts for literal hours so my brain might be out of head canon making power. hope you like them though <3.
gigi is always asking questions about avery's childhood bc avery has the weirdest stories ever bc of the way she grew up.
avery taught her self-defense after some guy tried to come after her. gigi is now better than avery and will most definitely end you if you try to hurt her (she may or may not have also learned self-defense in order to kill duncan)
gigi loves talking to avery bc she doesn't really talk often which allows gigi to spill her guts out. she always has so many different stories to share and stuff, but most people don't spare the time to listen to her.
gigi forces avery to do tiktoks with her (dances, grwms, etc) bc avery looks so awkward and uncomfortable, and it makes her laugh.
she will steal avery's coffee bc no one allows her to have any. avery knows she steals it but doesn't say shit.
gigi forced avery to talk about sheffield and what he did to her. gigi now despises (but still sort of loves him cause he's her father) her father. she didn't think he had it in him to do smth like that to a literal child.
she encourages avery to talk about her emotions and let everything out. gigi is like the mental health advocate (for everyone but herself)
gigi loves ice skating and wanted to bring avery to the ice rink with her. avery didn't know how to ice skate though so gigi taught her how to (their lessons involved a lot of falling, near death experiences, concussions, etc)
avery is like an overprotective mom. if gigi is getting bullied or smth, she heads to that person's house/school or whtv and beats the crap out of them (verbally). they always run away in fear and never bother gigi again.
gigi buys avery clothes all the time. she thinks avery is really pretty and likes dressing her up.
avery gives gigi her credit card and tells her to spend money on whatever she wants (gigi calls avery her sugar mommy)
for some reason, avery is a really good twerker (is that even a word) and gigi forced her to teach her how to shake ass.
gigi feels comfortable enough to open up to avery and ask for advice/vent. she finds avery to be really non judgmental and straight forward which she appreciates.
avery and gigi will constantly gang up on grayson and pull pranks n him (they once replaced all of his expensive skincare with cheap shitty drugstore skincare and he actually screamed)
avery helps gigi with her homework when she's struggling. gigi is convinced avery is a saint bc she always explains the stuff to her better than her actual teachers.
gigi is bi (at least in my head), and avery was the first person she came out to.
they both talk about how much of a fucking coward grayson is when it comes to his feelings for lyra(?). they'll be watching grayson and lyra and they'll be saying things like 'omg how fucking dense can a man be, like, just fucking confess', and gigi will be like 'i fucking hate men'
avery bought her a cat (idk if its been mentioned in tbh if gigi actually has cats or if she just likes them, but if she does own cats, just pretend avery bought her another one)
they go out together and buy her cat(s?) cute little outfits (tutus, gucci coats, bows etc).
gigi has (not anymore though) a tinder account, and avery found out about it. she absolutely freaked and deleted the account telling gigi that it was dangerous and that she'd find a man for her if she was that desperate.
avery never got to experience things that most kids got to experience (she grew up too fast/didn't have the opportunity), and gigi finds it sad, so, she brings her out to like trampoline parks and stuff. it makes gigi happy seeing how happy avery is.
avery is always apologizing to gigi about her father. she blames herself and thinks she should've found another way to escape (when she was kidnapped). gigi reassures her by telling her that there was no other way and that, after everything her father did, he sort of deserved to die.
they shit talk men. they fucking hate them.
in my gigi and grayson post, i mentioned gigi loves knitting. avery knows this and buys her yarn all the time. when she's out with max (or alone or with gigi), she goes to stores that sell yarn and looks for smth cool for gigi.
gigi and her family don't have much money after what happened in tbh. avery gave them all a huge amount of money. acacia feels bad, but avery insisted. when gigi found out, she was so fucking happy she literally knelt on the floor telling avery she was a literal god. she then cried in her arms.
gigi gets her to dress up in the most scandolous shit ever. she somehow found out avery's bra size/underwear size and buys her lingerie whenever she goes out. avery secretly loves it but pretends to be scandalized.
#the inheritance games#jameson hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#avery grambs#xander hawthorne#nash hawthorne#gigi grayson
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(Waiting patiently on the edge of my seat for the groupie pt 3♥️) Can I request a smutty/angst Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader have been seeing each other behind reader’s boyfriend’s back. Eddie finds out her boyfriend mistreats her and wants her to leave him but she’s scared of what might happen. Angst prompts 10 & 34 pleeeeaaaase
Definitely. I love pain :)
Groupie part 3 will be a bit longer so keep waiting!!
⚠️it's gonna hurt, abuse is mentioned
Smut 18+
“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”
“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”
She never should have allowed herself to fall in love with Eddie. She knew it could only end badly for everyone involved. But it mostly ends badly for her.
When she first met Eddie it was actually through her boyfriend. Apparently they worked together at the mechanic shop. She was bringing lunch to her boyfriend when she met a new face.
"Eddie Munson." He smiled sticking his hand out for her to shake.
She was caught off by the fire that burned when their palms met.
"Y/F/N" with a smile of her own.
~~
When she went home that day that smile of his wouldn't leave her head. She thought of his eyes and hair.
She brought her boyfriend lunch every day, slight excitement building in her when she would leave the house. Excited to see Eddie again.
~~
One day her boyfriend was sick, but Y/N still made lunch and brought it to the shop, this time for the boy who's been stuck in her mind.
"Y/N? Vince isn't here today." Eddie said as he sat at the front desk.
"I know but you are." She smiled as she handed the bag over to him, watching a smile light up his face.
"you brought me lunch?" He asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.
"of course. I figured it's unfair to always bring it in for Vince and never for you." She smiled brightly.
"well thank you very much."
~~
After that she slowly found herself wanting to be closer to him. Secretly liking when Vince couldn't make it to work, allowing her and Eddie to talk alone.
She was learning more about him over every lunch. It might have been stupid, but she gave him her number. Letting him know she won't take it personally if he doesn't text.
But he did
And they haven't stopped texting since.
~~
And that's when she felt herself catching feelings for him. She knew she wasn't supposed to like him but she did.
~~
He knew it was dumb, and that he should have never asked but he still did it.
"want to maybe grab some dinner? My treat for all the lunches you bring me ;) "
Maybe he should have deleted the wink before he sent it. He shouldn't be asking out a coworkers girlfriend to dinner.
"as in a date? ;)"
The reply caught him off guard. It definitely shouldn't have been a date, but the wink had him rethinking that.
"if you want it to be"
~~
They met at a bar, sharing appetizers and pitchers of beer.
Getting more drunk as the night went on.
"you are so incredibly gorgeous, do you know that?" He whispered as his hand landed on her knee.
Against her better judgement she leaned into his touch. Resting her own hand on top of his.
"thank you Eddie." She whispered just as quietly, blushing underneath his stare.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or the look in his eyes but she found herself leaning towards him further. Lips seconds away from tasting his. She was just one small movement away, eyes closed preparing to feel his lips, but then she didn't. She snapped her open to see Eddie pulling away
"shit no. We can't." He said
Embarrassment filled her, rejection sobering her up quick
"oh God. I'm so sorry. That was so stupid" She squeaked out as she gathered all her things
"wait no, just wait." Eddie tried but she was running out the door.
He tried to catch her, hot on her heels but she got into a cab and was gone.
"fuck" he sighed as he kicked the nearest wall.
~~
She never texted him back, too embarrassed. She went home and sobered up with shame in her bones. She tried to kiss her boyfriend's coworker. She made it a date. When in the hell was wrong with her?
~~
He sent countless texts to her phone
"can we talk?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run off"
"look please talk to me"
"I wanted to kiss you too"
She looked at the last text multiple times. But it was wrong. It was wrong for how it made her heart race and face flushed.
She quickly deleted the text.
Refusing to see Vince for the last few days. Guilt eating her alive.
~~
She hasn't returned to the shop with lunch in a week. Still embarrassed to show her face to Eddie.
But when Vince called asking for his medicine, she knew she had to bring it. She stopped at his house and grabbed the bottle.
Nervously she drove the whole way to the shop. Praying to any God that was listening for Eddie to not be there.
She tapped the smell bell at the front and waited on her heels. Relief filling her bones when Vince popped out.
"hey baby." He said and kissed her cheek. She tried not to flinch at his rough grip on her waist.
~~
Apparently she wasn't successful because Eddie noticed it when he walked past the front. Eyes watching her closely as she tried to lean away from Vince's touch, hurriedly running out the door.
~~
Y/N was successful in avoiding Eddie. It's been two weeks since he rejected her at the bar. And two weeks since she deleted his texts.
She slowly got back into the routine of things with Vince, trying not to be so suspicious of her behavior.
But apparently her luck had a time limit.
Because as she sat at the table in the restaurant, wearing her sexiest dress, she did expect Eddie Munson in a tux to sit across from her.
~~
Eddie wanted to bang his head into a wall. Hearing Vince bragged about the reservation he got at the fanciest restaurant in town. Eddie felt jealous knowing he was taking Y/N there on a date.
A date he shouldn't even be jealous of, because he was not supposed to like her.
Then Eddie felt anger filling his veins as he watched Vince flirt with a girl at the front desk. The clock was ticking, he was meant to be at that restaurant 30 minutes ago.
"Vince I'll take it from here. Go leave for your date." Eddie tried to help but Vince scoffed and waved him off.
Lying about not knowing anything about a date as he winked towards the girl.
Eddie couldn't believe his eyes.
Eddie had two choices: beat Vince's ass or go to the restaurant.
Eddie picked her
~~
"is this seat taken?" He smiled as she looked up. Shock taking over her features.
She smiled and welcomed him to sit.
Eddie tried not to stare at how amazing she looked in her black tight dress. Licking his lips as he scanned her head to toe as he sat.
She noticed him staring and blushing. Slightly pushing her arms under her boobs to push them up a tad bit further. His eyes catching the action.
"he's standing me up right?" She sighed. Eddie hated the way her eyes went down to her drink, playing with the straw wrapper.
"caught up at work." He slightly lied but she wasn't dumb.
"Let me guess, a blonde with huge tits showed up?" She laughed, even though nothing about it was funny.
Eddie's silence was all she needed to know she was right.
It hurt Eddie to know she knew exactly what Vince was doing before she was even told.
"does he do this a lot?" He asked quietly, hand reaching for hers. Her eyes snapped to his hand that was burning her skin.
"I don't feel like lying tonight, Eddie." She sighed, starting to stand up.
"now where are you going?" Eddie asked as he gripped her hand harder. She looked at him confused.
"home?"
"no uh babe. I took this tux out of the back of my closet, it's getting a good use tonight so sit your lovely ass down and let's eat."
Another moment she should have said no and walked away.
But she sat down, a smile on her face.
~~
"This is me." She sighed out as Eddie walked her up to the front door of her house.
"um Eddie I just wanted to say I'm sorry for trying to kiss you that other night. And thank you for making me not feel like a total loser tonight." She laughed, looking at her high heels.
Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets.
"one- don't apologize for the kiss. I was sending signals for it. And you deserve someone who shows up for you. Especially in a dress like that." He whistled as she blushed to the floor.
"this is probably stupid, but do you want to come in?" She asked
"this is probably even more stupid, but yes I would."
~~
Now they sat close on her couch. His arm was thrown over the back of her couch, legs spread wide.
She sat tucked into his side with a glass of wine in her hand. Trying to avert her eyes away from his thick thighs
She wanted it and he wanted it.
Vince didn't appreciate her but Eddie knew he could.
So he thought fuck it.
"If you tried to kiss me again, I wouldn't move away this time." He whispered as he turned his head, staring right into her eyes.
He could see the desire and lust swimming around. Just seconds of overflowing.
She wanted it and he wanted it.
Vince didn't appreciate her but she knew Eddie could.
So she thought fuck it.
She slammed her wine on the table and climbed on his spread legs. Straddling his lap as she smashed her lips onto his.
He moaned at her taste and placed his large hands on her back. Smashing her into him further. He pinched her ass and used the surprise to slip his tongue into her mouth.
His tongue was so warm and wet. Massaging against hers in ways she's never felt. Her brain was telling her it was all wrong. But her body was already grinding on him. Her body was moaning as she felt him grow hard underneath her.
Eddie pulled away breathless, smiling at her smudged red lipstick.
"you're so fucking hot." He moaned as his lips attached themselves to her neck
"Eddie." She moaned as she pulled away.
She stared at him for a few seconds. Debating if she was really going to do this. She was going to destroy a relationship, become a cheater.
But looking at his lips smeared with her lipstick, his eyes were huge and dark. Hair messed up from her fingers. The way he looked already fucked out had her thighs clenching
Fuck it- she's a cheater
"fuck me Eddie" she whined, standing up and unzipping her dress.
Eddie sucked on his bottom lip as she stripped in front of him. Her hands teased her skin as she trailed her fingertips around her breasts.
He palmed himself over his dress pants. Groaning at the small relief he felt as he watched her slowly unclip her bra. Next removing her underwear.
She stood naked in front of him
Eddie scooted to the edge of the couch, face to face with her lower stomach. He kissed her naked skin.
Lifting a leg over his shoulder, now face to face with her wet cunt.
"so gorgeous baby." He moaned as he slowly rubbed her outer lips, teasing her.
She whined as she dug her hands into his curls. She felt so vulnerable being naked in front of him while he was still dressed in a suit. It made her drip.
Eddie kissed the skin on her thighs that laid next to his head.
"eds please." She begged, rocking her hips closer to his face.
He nodded and licked a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit. She shuddered at the action, scrunching his hair tightly. He barely touched her and she felt like she needed to come undone.
He kitten licked her clit, small circles with his tongue before shoving his tongue into her hole.
"oh yes." She whined, feeling his tongue inside of her. She was trying to hold on to Eddie tight to not fall over.
Eddie replaced his tongue with his fingers. Shoving two deep into her cunt, scissoring in and out. All while keeping his mouth on her clit.
The louder she moaned the harder he went with his fingers. He was fingering her as fast as he could.
His own hips rocked into the air as he felt how wet she was. His fingers covered in her. The sounds of her wet pussy taking in his fingers had him leaking in his boxers.
When he snuck in a third finger she was seconds away from screaming. Her knee buckling as she tried to stay up. Eddie placed his free hand on her hip, trying to stabilize her.
He removed his mouth from her cunt
"you look so gorgeous like this baby." He meant it too. He's never felt his cock this hard in his life. Watching her body thrash in place, stomach huffing up and down. Her tits moving slightly when she'd rock her hips into his fingers.
"please eat me out Eddie. Eat my pussy."
He growled at her words. Diving back into her cunt. Sucking and licking everywhere. Making it as wet and loud as he could.
His fingers curving up to hit her spongy spot that had her thighs shaking.
"IM GONNA CUM!" she screamed. Eddie used his nose to nod on her clit. Returning to eating her out like he was starved. Refusing to come up for air until she finished.
She came with a silent scream, hips rocking into his face as she yanked his head closer. His head burned but he didn't care. Eyes looking up at her as she orgasmed. He moaned pathetically at how beautiful she looked, hips humping the air.
He cleaned her up, using his tongue to shove some of her cum back in her.
"Jesus fuck." She gasped out. Planting both feet on the ground but placing her hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady herself.
She smiled down at him. His hair was even more fucked up and his mouth was soaked in her.
"that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Eddie laughed as he slapped her ass. Her moan cut off her laugh.
"I need to fuck you baby." He said as he worked to undo his belt but her hand stopped him.
"fuck me in my bed please?" She asked as she held out her hand.
Eddie smiled and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed in surprise.
"lead me the way." He declared as he raced through the house.
~~
After that she couldn't ignore his texts.
Especially the texts that had her sneaking a hand in her panties.
Or the texts that made her giggle.
Or the texts that made her heart beam with love.
~~
Eddie couldn't get her out of his head. They've been sneaking around for two months now and he couldn't get enough.
But he wanted more. He wanted Y/N to himself.
"Eddie, boys are going to the bar want to come?" Vince asked as he cleaned off his hands.
"no. I've got plans." Eddie answered as he threw on his jacket heading to his car
"a hot date?" Vince teased
"something like that"
~~
Eddie parked down the block from her house before running to the door. Knocking impatiently. The second she opened the door he was on her. Kicking the door closed behind him as he smashed his lips on her.
"I've been thinking about you all day." She moaned as her hands ripped off his grease stained shirt
"like what baby?" He gasped out as her fingers teased the top of his boxers.
"how bad I want that cock in my throat." She got on her knees and tugged down his pants and boxers.
Biting her lip at the sight of his hard and red cock.
She wasted no time and sucked him slowly. Taking him in a bit at a time.
"take all of it. I know you can." He grunted through his teeth, trying his best not to force her down his cock.
She ended up gagging and choking on it anyways
~~
Once they hit the third month, Eddie wanted her only or to be out.
His heart couldn't take it when he'd see them together.
He hated when she'd talk on the phone while Eddie sat next to her.
He knew he was signing up for this but it was starting to hurt too much.
~~
So he stopped it.
"I can't do this anymore. I need you to leave him. Be with me. I know you are happier with me." He pleaded
"Eddie I can't. You don't understand what he would do if he found out." She tried to explain
"no you always say that and I just shut up but I can't anymore. I love you and I know you love me too. So be with me. We will figure it out together."
"Eddie stop! If he found out he'd try to kill you, actually kill you. I can't let him hurt you." She tried to reason with him. Keeping Eddie safe was the only thing she could do.
"But we can run away! He will never find us."
"yes he will Eddie. He has found me before! He beat me badly last time. We can't do this."
"can't or you just won't?" He snapped
"Eddie it's not like that. If I could you know I would" she cried. Tears now flew down her face faster than she could catch them. She reached for his hand but he yanked it away from her.
"then we are over." He said as he stood up, walking to her door.
"EDDIE NO DON'T DO THIS." she screamed running after him. Standing in front of her door.
"Y/N move , You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me! You are doing this to yourself." He demanded. Holding in his own tears.
“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.” she begged, dropping to her knees
"I don't feel like lying tonight, Y/N."
She felt like she was choking on her own tears. No air was making it to her lungs. She silently watched as he opened the door and walked out. Never once looking behind him.
~~
Eddie hasn't seen her in three weeks.
Three horrible weeks and he barely felt like he was holding on. She called every day many times but he never picked up. Last night she called for the last time.
When he finally returned to work he noticed Vince was more pissed off than usual.
But Eddie ignored him.
He noticed that Y/N left a message with her latest call, something she hadn't done. He headed outside and listened to it closely.
Hey Eddie,
I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."
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Thank you so much for this prompt which is from this list (I’m still open to requests.) Sorry the reply itself is un-prompt (I spiralled), but hopefully you'll forgive me!
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Man, that’s going to stain…How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)
–
Kavitz screws all his courage to his sticking point and opens his eyes. He looks at the cake. He looks at his hands. He looks at the kitchen counter. They’re all still the same; bright red, unpleasantly sticky, and mocking him. The ‘icing’ could have at least had the decency to dry slightly in the air by now, but no, he’s made some kind of sugar based slime that is intent on eating everything - especially Taako’s worktops.
Taako’s worktops… Taako definitely absolutely loves these worktops more than Kravitz. Kravitz knows this, everyone knows this, so why on earth had he decided to try his hand at baking at Taako’s house instead of his own? Maybe it was because he spent more of his non-death crime battling time here than anywhere else, he hadn’t spent a non-work night on the Astral Plane since well… hmm… and all his stuff was here, so it made sense, perfect sense. Or it would, if he hadn’t just committed a crime against baking, nature, and kitchens in general, there was no way Taako wasn’t going to notice.
He’s stuck, is the problem. He can’t operate his phone with his sugary murder hands even though it will absolutely be worth Sloane laughing at him if she can save him from this. Sadly it’s not like he can just go over there… although, no, actually, it’s exactly like he can just go over there! Kravitz reaches out his hand, and only winces slightly at the wet sound his scythe makes as it zoops into it. It’s fine. It’ll clean, and if not he can just tell people it’s blood and they’ll think he’s extra fearsome probably definitely maybe.
He cuts a very careful rift, if he can place it just right then… Kravitz leans his face gingerly into the rift and uses his nose to press the doorbell. He learned very quickly after Sloane and Hurley started dating that it was important to rift outside and wait for someone to answer the door. Sloane tugs said door open as he’s reaching his nose out to press the bell for a second time.
“Kravitz? What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck?” She folds her arms and gives him a look which means he’s definitely never going to hear the end of this.
“I need some help.”
Sloane raises her eyebrows.
“It’s a cake problem.”
“You didn’t!?”
“I…”
“Kravitz! After last time? And the time before… and…”
“I thought it might be different.”
“Because?”
“Taako’s good at baking.”
“And you figured cake osmosis was a thing?” Sloane’s lack of sympathy would be hurtful if she wasn’t entirely correct.
“On reflection, it wasn’t the best idea I’ve had in my life.” An understatement, but he doesn’t have time to properly catalogue this error right now. It can haunt him when he’s lying awake at 3am for the rest of his life instead.
“How bad is it?”
“It’s not sentient.” He’s remaining optimistic.
“Yet…” She mutters.
“I gave it a bit and it seems fine.”
“Uh huh.”
“I know that’s what I said last time, but I really think it’s okay.”
“If I had a gold piece for every time…” Sloane begins.
“Please just help.” Kravitz must sound pathetic enough because Sloane just rolls her eyes, and smiles fondly.
“Okay, are you coming to me or am I coming to you?”
Kravitz holds up his non-scythed hand.
“I’m coming to you,okay. Gimme a minute and a me-sized rift?”
“Thank you.” Kravitz nods and splices.
–
There’s a shuffling noise and Sloane opens the door again.
“Why do you even have a hazmat suit?” Kravitz tries not to feel offended, he doesn’t succeed.
“It’s not a hazmat, that would be overkill, it’s a tyvek.”
“And you have it because?”
“Do you wanna know?” The distinct edge to her question tells him he definitely doesn’t.
“Is it for work?”
“Yes.”
“The flower shop job?”
“Nope, and you said you don’t wanna know anything that you could be compelled to give up in a court of law so…”
“So I won’t ask any further questions and should instead be grateful that you’re coming to help save me and Taako’s worktops?”
“You got it on Taako’s worktops? Kravitz! I’m going to miss you.”
“I don’t know if he can kill me.”
“Here lies Kravitz…” Says Sloane as she steps through the rift. “... The bestest friend a gal could ask for. I’ll miss his ability to transport me without paying bus fare most of all.”
“Thanks Sloane, you always know how to make me feel better.” Kravitz says dryly.
“So you sure fucked this up, yeah?” Sloane looks around at the general devastation.
“The cake might be nice?” Kravitz points with a sticky hand.
“Mmhmm.” Says Sloane like she wants to believe him but can’t.
“But… it’s just… yeah…” He trails off.
“Have you tried anything yet?”
“Er…”
“Water?”
“I can’t touch the tap.” Kravitz brandishes his free-hand. Tries for a second time to banish his scythe, fails. Maybe he doesn’t need to mention that specific issue to Sloane yet. “It’s really sticky.”
“Right. I’ll try water first. Do you have sponges you don’t care about?”
“As opposed to the sponges I do care about?”
“Hey, Kravitz, do you remember who you live with? The man who cares about nothing more than his kitchen and nearly broke up with you when you scrubbed the cast iron? You think he doesn’t have opinions about your sponges?”
She has a point. “There’s some in the garage.” He starts to move towards the door.
“No!” Sloane grabs the back of his suit and pulls. “You stay here, we need to keep the crime scene secured. By which I mean you specifically. Don’t move.
It’s a good point. Kravitz is going to stay so still. “I can’t quite remember where they…”
Sloane’s gone before he can finish and back too quickly for him to think about in depth. There’s definitely no reason for that which relates to her ability to case a joint.
“I’m going to try cold water first in case hot water makes it harden… or, you know, go on fire.”
“That was one time!”
“One time too many, Kravitz. One time too many.”
He opens his mouth and shuts it firmly again. The ‘gift to science’ defence doesn’t really work when he still doesn’t know how he did it.
Sloane dabs gingerly at the very edge of the worktop spatter. They both lean away in anticipation. Nothing happens. “No explosions is a good start.” She says cheerfully, as she walks back to the sink. “I’ll test hot now.” She repeats the leaning, runs the hot tap directly onto the red spot on the sponge.
“Is it helping?”
“Nope.”
“Soap?”
She tries. “Nope.”
“How hard do you think it is to replace an entire kitchen and also me in… er…” Kravitz glances at the clock. “2 hours?”
“If anyone can do it’s Magnus. Well… maybe not you. You could ring your Mum?”
“She’s not my Mum.”
“Then why did I have to get my parents to call her before I was allowed to come play and why did I have to call her Mrs The Raven Queen when I came to visit?”
“That’s manners.”
“So anyway, call your Mum.”
“I’m not calling my Mum… I mean. Fuck. Sloane! Stop laughing! Can you help me ring Magnus?”
“Why can’t you…” Kravitz brandishes his hand again. “Ah. Fine. Where’s your phone?”
Kravitz swings a hip towards her.
“Nope.”
“Sloane!”
She rolls her eyes. Hard. “It’s a good job I love you, you know that?”
“Like I haven’t earned this.”
“Hey, I’ve never…”
“Don’t make me bring up The Plantcident.” Kravitz side eyes her as she reaches for his phone.
“Urgh, you’ll never let me forget that, will you? I maintain it could have happened to anyone.”
“But instead it happened to you and I had to talk the bank manager down so he didn’t press charges.”
“It’s a good thing you’re so clean cut and know all the fancy words. Now, sssh... “Sloane holds his phone up to his ear.” … it’s ringing.”
“Wait, how did you know my code?”
Sloane doesn’t answer, she just smiles unnervingly instead. Kravitz worries sometimes about how much and how little he knows her all at once.
Magnus picks up before Kravitz can ask any more ill-advised questions (because he definitely doesn’t want to know the answers to them.)
“Hello Magnus, I just had a quick…. Yes? Oh… yes… No of course I think he’s a very clever boy… No, it’s okay, you don’t have to put me on to hi… Hello Johann. Magnus says you did a very good job today. Well done… Magnus? … Magnus?... Johann, can you get Magnus?... …. … MAGNUS?” Sloane winces. Kravitz mouths a quick sorry her way. “Great! Magnus, I… No, don’t hang up, I rang because I had a question, you know the kitchen worktops? … Mmmhm, yeah, they’re incredible, how long did they take you to make?... Oh? A week? Wow… And that was quick?” Kravitz widens his eyes at Sloane, her face doesn’t give anything away. “... and if it was a rush order? Oh… it was? Wow. Yeah. Lots of intricate bits…. Mmm… yes, you’re right, it is a funny shape in here. Good point… okay, so if someone had say, for example, stained them, how would one go about getting that stain out?... No it’s not a sex thing!... Magnus!... Do you really want to know the answer to that?... I didn’t think so… Look, it’s a hypothetical question which I need the answer to please?... Yes, haha, you’re right it is a good thing it’s hypothetical, Taako would be really upset yes, but if you could just tell me… you know, for the thought exercise, yes, right… It would depend on the stain? So if something was sticky and had food dye?... Magnus please, you have to focus… Okay… Yep… Water… nail polish remover… baking powder and vinegar… toothpaste… yes we’ll try that… yes of course hypothetically… no, please don’t tell him… Because nothing has happened. Everything’s fine. Sloane can tell you.”
Kravitz gives Sloane a pleading look and she retracts the phone to speak to Magnus herself. “Hey Magnus, yep, all fine here… Ha, yeah, just playing a fun hypothetical game, you know how we do that… give my love to Julia and Johann... Yeah, thanks from both of us… Bye!”
“So water didn’t work, but we can try the nail polish remover and the toothpaste, and I’m fairly sure Taako has the baking powder and vinegar.
“Be right back.” Sloane’s gone before Kravitz can tell her where anything is.
He tries to un-summon his scythe again while he waits. Nothing happens. He tries again, double hard, it tries to leave, there’s a second where it might, but no. Stuck fast. The door creaks open slowly before he can try a third time.
“I didn’t even know it was possible to get magic stuck to you.” He sighs.
Sloane doesn’t reply.
“Sloane?”
There’s a skittering noise. No. Oh fuck no.
“SLOANE!” Kravitz yells, hoping she’ll hear him before whichever one of them it is can get themselves stuck too.
“Pss pss pss pss pss.” He keeps his arms well out of reach, and moves slowly towards the door.
It’s Tiny Taco, of course it’s Tiny Taco.
“Hello there, why don’t you go back out into the hall? You can play with your toys and your friends. It’ll be so nice out there in the rest of the house, in literally any room but this room.”
Tiny Taco struts confidently forward and rubs his head fondly against Kravitz’s legs. This is the most affection he has ever shown him. Kravitz fights the impulse to lean into it, it’s all part of the ploy. Maybe if he slowly shuffles towards the door?
“You yelled?” Sloane asks from the doorway?
Kravitz turns to look at her. It’s all the distraction Tiny Taco needs and he makes a break for it.
“No no no no no no no!” Kravitz tries to block him with his body, Taco dodges. “Sloane can you…?”
She tries, she does. She moves fast. It’s not fast enough.
Kravitz reaches out and grabs him.
“Kravitz!” Sloane thwacks her palm against her head. “You had one job and it was standing still.”
Taco’s already squirming in his hand, this is going to get ugly fast.
“Shout at me later. Help, please?”
Sloane sighs unnecessarily loudly. “I’m taking a photo.”
“What? Sloane, no.”
“Do you want my help or not?”
Kravitz knows better than to try and bargain with her. “Fine.”
“Smile!”
Kravitz is not going to smile.
“Smile or I’m not helping.”
Kravitz smiles.
“Okay, what goes best with cat? Toothpaste?”
Taco wriggles again and digs his claws sharply into Kravitz’s arm.
“Ouch! Anything, just try.”
Sloane shrugs and brandishes the Aquafresh. “Brace yourself.”
It works, eventually. Kravitz has fresh scratches, but Taco has been pasted (and slightly snipped) clean and returned to the ‘anywhere but the kitchen’ exclusionary zone with enough Dreamies to buy his silence.
“One down. Shall we try it on the worktop or your hands first?”
“The worktop’s more important.”
“Oh wait, your phone’s going.”
“Who is it?”
Sloane checks. “Taako. There’s a few missed calls too.”
Kravitz smiles as endearingly as he can manage. Surely Sloane wouldn’t stand in the way of speaking to his boyfriend, not after how much he helped when she was worried about telling Hurley. “Would you mind?”
“Fine.” Sloane holds the phone to his ear.
“Hello Taako! It’s so nice to hear from you, love, how’s your day going? … mmhm… incredible… I hope you told him off… Maybe not the words I would have used, but as you say, it’s your school… Another award? Congratulations! Very much deserved as far as I’m concerned… How am I? Oh you know, fine… My day? Nothing much, just missing you… You can’t fireball me through a phone dearest… No, actually I don’t think you should try, if anyone can it’s you..”
Sloane prods him hard and makes a ‘wind it up’ gesture.
“Ow… I mean… How is your afternoon looking?... Wonderful… Anyway, I should let you go. I know you’re busy… No no, honestly… I’ll see you later, I know you have so much on… Love you… Goodbye, Taako!”
“Gross.” Says Sloane loudly.
“Shut up, you love your girlfriend.” She doesn’t have a leg to stand on as far as Kravitz is concerned.
“Yeah, you’re not wrong… I was actually thinking of… Wait, now’s super not the time. Let’s try and fix… you know, all of this?” Sloane gestures to the whole of everything.
Kravitz nods.
The layer of toothpaste doesn’t have the same effect on the counter as it did on Taco.
“Nail polish remover?” Sloane asks.
“Yes, whatever you think.” Kravitz eyes the clock warily.
It doesn’t work either, although it does remove the toothpaste effectively.
“Vinegar explosion?” Sloane sounds more excited than he’d like her to about this option.
“Did Magnus say how much to use?”
“Nope!” She says, happily, shaking powder across the worktop.
“Maybe you should start with a test patch?”
“Uh huh.” Sloane looks him dead in the eyes as she pours vinegar over it all.
The fizzing is far more dramatic than it would be on a small scale, he’ll give her that. Especially when it turns red.
It’s unfortunate that it’s still going when they hear the door open.
“Home, I’m honey!” Taako shouts from the entrance hall.
“Hi Honey, I’m Kravitz.” Yells Kravitz, automatically.
Sloane stops watching the fizzening long enough to pretend to puke. Kravitz glares at her. He can be gross in his own home. Taako’s own home. He doesn’t live here. Obviously.
“Where are you, Kraveroo? … Oh, hey there hi hello, Taco, most precious baby angel, how’re you doing this fine d… KRAVITZ!”
“Fuck.” Say Kravitz and Sloane in tandem.
“I can’t believe he told, we gave him so many treats!” Sloane shakes her head.
“He hates me.” Says Kravitz, mournfully. “We should never have trusted him.”
“Kravitz? Where are you and why have you given the cat a shit haircut?” Taako’s voice is hovering somewhere between pissed off and amused and Kravitz would love to be able to tip it over into the latter category. He can’t deal with being in any more trouble right now.
He widens his eyes at Sloane, sadly she’s doing the same right back.
“I feel like we’ve gotta let it fizz? That’s what’s doing the cleaning, right?” Sloane hisses.
“Yes. That sounds logical, but how do I?” Kravitz holds his free hand up.
“You could poke your head out through the door?”
“What?”
“He can’t see your hands if you’re just a head at the kitchen door.”
“Of course, thanks Sloane.” Kravitz makes it all the way to the door before realising his error. “Er…”
Sloane sighs heavily and dashes over to crack the door open before retreating to the counter.
“Hello my love.” Kravitz shouts, head poking into the hall and foot firmly wedged to stop the door opening any further.
Taako careens round the corner. “Why’re you in the kitchen?” His eyes narrow dangerously.
“I’m just doing something. A surprise.”
Taako doesn’t look any less suspicious. “What’s that smell?”
“Surprise smell.” Kravitz smiles his most reassuring smile.
Apparently it’s less reassuring than he thinks because Taako disappears, and, if the “what the fuck?” From behind him is anything to go by, blinks into the kitchen.
“It’s not what it looks like!” Sloane’s hands are in the air and her head’s swivelling frantically, looking for escape.
“Cha’boy hasn’t a clue what it looks like… what the actual fuck is going on in here?”
“There may have been a slight incident.” Kravitz decides that there’s not many routes other than honesty left at this point.
“Slight?” Taako raises a single, reproachful eyebrow.
“It’s not all of the things. Just some of them.” Kravitz tries not to sound sulky, he does.
“Why’re you holding your scythe?”
“Uh…”
“Why’re you red?”
“Er…”
“Did you try to bake?”
“No.” Kravitz replies before he can remember his plan to the tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth. “I mean, yes. I did bake! The baking wasn’t the bit that went wrong. Look!” Kravitz points triumphantly at the cake.
Taako’s eyes soften for the barest moment. “It’s heart shaped.”
“It’s for you!”
“And the red stuff?”
“I had to ice it.”
“With?”
“Icing.”
“That you made from…?”
“I’m not actually entirely sure I remember.”
“Okay. Well first things first, Krav, Kraverino, beloved… you’re a skeleton. You, my guy, are made of bones. Meat you isn’t real.”
“Meat you isn’t real!” Sloane repeats. “I forgot.”
“Oh.” Kravitz unravels himself immediately and feels his scythe release into the ether, thank goodness. Not that he didn’t love it, but it’s a pain in the arse to lug around all the time, plus the drama of the reveal is always fun. “Thank you Taako.”
“Is this why you chopped Taco?”
“There was an incident.” Says Sloane. “But I toothpasted him out.”
“And he only bit me twice!” Kravitz adds.
“See, cha’boy said you he was coming round to you!” Taako sounds genuinely delighted. To be fair, it is an improvement.
“So that’s one down.” Sloane says. “Just… this to go.”
“Have you tried, you know, magic?”
“Er…” There’s a long pause. A very long pause.
“I rifted to Sloane.”
Taako pinches his fingers at the bridge of his nose. “So just to clarify, neither of you, including you, handsome man, literally made of magic. tried any kind of mending, purifying,…” he lowers his hand to glance at the mess again. “... banishing?”
“Well…” Sloane starts, as if there’s any way to get them out of this.
“We rang Magnus!” Says Kravitz quickly. He can’t leave it all to Sloane.
“Ah, well if you rang Magnus, notoriously magical Magnus! Of course he would have thought to suggest all of the best wizardly crafts, he’s always casting spells, punch, chop, harder punch, Magical Magnus, we all call him.”
“Can you get rid of it?I think the fizzing has stopped now.” Sloane points at the still definitely-more-red-than-it-should-be counter.
“Can Taako get rid of it? This lowly idiot wizard? I suppose I can maybe see my way to trying, but what good could cha’boy possibly do against something so fearsome as icing?” Taako waves his hands dramatically.
The red gets redder.
“Did… have you just made it stronger?” Sloane asks in disbelief.
“I meant to do that. It was just a warm up. Natch.” Taako’s voice doesn’t waver.
Kravitz tries very hard not to feel too smug.
“Abraca-fuck-off!”
A small chunk disappears, but the rest remains just as vibrant.
“Fuck. That was high level too. Uh. Cha’boy’s out of ideas, have you called your Bird Mom, Krav?”
“She’s not my Mu…”
Taako gives him a hard look. “Because, cha’boy’s just saying, these worktops, they’re good worktops, and it’d be a real shame if anything were to irreversibly stain them.”
“Taako, I can’t contact the god who oversees the natural order of life and death and ask her to take some time out to come fix… this.”
Taako raises an eyebrow.
Sloane gives him a look.
Kravitz snatches his phone back from her with his now blissfully un-gunked bone hands. “Fine, but I’m not communing, I’m texting.”
“She always rings you straight back anyway.” Taako says.
“Classic Mum behaviour.” Sloane adds.
Kravitz needs to spend less time with both of them, he refuses to be bullied like this.
His phone rings. “Hello M…y queen.” Kravitz glares at them both as they snicker. “We’re experiencing some issues with an, er, substance… No, not like that… No, we wouldn’t take anything that’s bad for us or the people around us… Thank you… Do you think there’s anything you can… yes. Yes, I know… I promise, this is the last time… I thought that maybe I’d be better… not just proximity… yes, okay, yes. Proximity… Thank you… I promise I won’t… I know I did, but this time I really mean it… Thank you very much… I love-you-too-bye.”
“What did your Mum say?” They chorus wearing their most pointed smiles.
“She’s going to have a look at it.” All of the fight has gone out of him. Kravitz has accepted his fate.
The counter shakes violently. Nothing happens.
It shakes again.
Nothing.
Kravitz’s phone rings.
He doesn’t want to answer. Less than anything does he want to answer, but he cannot ignore direct summons.
“Hello… yes… No… I can’t remember… I’m sorry… I don’t think… Okay. Yes. I’ll ask him…” Kravitz turns to Taako. “How attached are you to your kitchen?”
Taako narrows his eyes. “Very.”
“How would you feel if the counters had to be banished into a secure dimension?”
Taako’s mouth forms into a tight line.
“It may also not really be a question of whether you’re happy for it to happen or not because Raven checked with Istus and there’s a strand of fate which needs to be snipped right now…”
“So what you’re saying is that cha’boy’s losing a chunk of the kitchen he spent what feels like a century planning? That his best friend in the world hand crafted for him?” Taako presses his hand to his forehead and pretends to faint.
Kravitz opens his mouth and shuts it again. Guilt gnaws at him. He wants more than anything to fix this, but he doesn’t know how.
“Shall I tell Magnus you said he was your best friend?” Sloane asks.
“Take the counter.” Taako replies immediately.
“Taako, I’m so sorry.”
Taako smiles and waves his hand. “Honestly, Taako was bored of them.”
“But…”
“Magnus hasn’t really been challenged lately. I think he needs this. We’ll do it as a favour to him.”
“Are you…?”
“Honestly, Taako made the kitchen with himself in mind, but it’s not just cha’boy living here anymore, is it?” Taako waves his hand flippantly.
Kravitz pauses. “I… Taako.”
“Tell her to do it now.”
His tone leaves absolutely no room for disagreement, Kravitz gives the answer.
There’s a brief moment of nothing, enough time for Kravitz to chance a tentative look at Taako. He meets Kravitz’s eyes confidently, doesn’t even flinch as reality twists around them and there’s a gentle pop. Kravitz doesn’t need to check to know the counter is gone.
Taako smiles at him.
“I’m gonna head out. Kravitz could you…?” Sloane asks.
He cuts the rift without looking at her. “Thank you for helping.”
It seals behind her.
“I’m sorry.” Kravitz says again, because he is.
“You made me a cake.” Taako says again.
“Yes.” Kravitz replies, because he did. Regardless of everything else, he did.
“Because you wanted to fuck my kitchen up?”
“No! I, look, you made the me the pastries.”
“The date ones?”
“Yes. The ones from home. You spent weeks working at it and you didn’t even have a recipe, just me trying to explain a taste I can barely remember.”
“And cha’boy nailed it.” Taako grins smugly and Kravitz loves him in all his brash confidence.
“You did. You really did.”
“So you decided I needed cake too?”
“No one ever bakes for you.” Kravitz says quietly.
“Ango did that one time.”
“Yes, that’s true. But it’s been ages and they got set on fire, and no one else does. You deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of right back.”
“Hey, Krav. Quick question, just a teensy smidgey one. Who got the shoe organiser after cha’boy kept falling over them?”
Kravitz tilts his head, uncertain what this has to do with anything.
“Go on, don’t get shy on me, who did that?”
“Me.” Says Kravitz. He’d been sick of worrying that Taako was going to fall over and get lost in a shoe pile and need help when he wasn’t there to give it.
“And who actually puts the shoes on the shoe organiser when cha’boy forgets?”
“Me?” It’s not like he does it all the time, just now and again.
“And who got the cats those extra perches to go round the walls because I was worried they were bored?” Taako doesn’t wait for an answer. “Oh, yeah, that was you too.”
“But…”
“Bones, you care for Taako in so many different ways, so leave the baking to the professionals because so help me fantasy Jesus if you wreck any more of our house.”
“Our house?”
“Yeah. Now shut up and tell me what your perfect kitchen looks like so I can fix it.”
#Sloane and Kravitz are friends and I refuse to hear any different#Sloane#Kravitz#Taakitz#Taako#Background Magnus because nothing brings me more joy than one sided phone conversations with him#Can you guess which line made me laugh so hard I choked on my drink?#This went off piste and I had a great time#The adventure zone#TAZ#Taz balance#Tiny Taco is my favourite villain
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A/N: no hate on Carol, she’s a sweet lil babe. this can be read from her pov too. just crushing on this man. might a smutty follow-up. lemme know if you’d like to read it or if you enjoyed. feedback is always welcome. please reblog if it’s positive! apologies if any mistakes are found.
Pairing: John Kinley x gn!reader
Word count: 1,180
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Sleeping in the same bed with John was usually amazing. The warmth that radiated from him was a constant and pleasant reminder that he was there. After so many nights spent thousands of miles apart, your only desire was to hold onto him and never let go.
You knew what you had signed up for when you met. His commitment to his honor was one of the first things you learned about him and it was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. How could you ask him to change what you loved about him? So, you supported in every decision he made renew his contract with the army; smiled through the hurt you knew the lonely nights were bound to bring upon receiving every deployment date. It was an emptiness no video call could fill. But you needed to be strong. John had enough to worry about overseas. You didn’t want to add to his burden and being with the children demanded strength.
John’s last call had still been taking a toll on his mind. Relieved know Ahmed and his family were finally safe, it wasn’t enough to make the nightmares disappear. He lost his entire team within minutes. One by one, the smiling faces of dumb joy became another folded flag and dog-tag to be handed to family. Though he knew the risk – everyone knew the risk – the camaraderie they shared and the unique bond of relying on one another to survive couldn’t be vanquished as quickly as their lives were. That bond couldn’t allow them to simply not grow attached. That bond haunted John.
Some nights were better than others. Most often, he was able to leave his inner demons at bay long enough to rest his mind. But every now and then, they would find a way to sneak past his defenses and line their traps to ignite the ambush. Tonight, was one of those nights.
You could hear his heavy breathing as you slowly came to, shedding the exhaustion from your body as adrenaline begun to take its’ place. As you opened your eyes, he shot up from his pillow leaving behind a wet print on the fabric. His long sleeve pajama shirt had already been soaked from the cold sweat that seeped through his clothes.
Once his eyes scanned the environment, he quickly processed the fact that he was home and that he had been dreaming. Dreaming was a far stretch. In his mind, he was back there in midst of combat bracing himself for the blunt contact of the back end of a rifle.
“Fuck…” he whispered under his breath as he ran a large hand over his face, frustrated with his own mind. He wished he could just cleanse his head of that moment. He rarely relieved that close call now, but when he became prisoner of it, it felt like never-ending hell.
He felt the bed shift beside him and peered over his shoulder at you. Guilt merged from his fear.
“Shit. I’m sorry, babe. I’m good. Just go back to sleep.” It was useless. He knew you wouldn’t.
Pushing the covers off of him, he stood and walked out of the room to make his way to the kitchen for some water. Carrying his glass in hand, he slid the backyard door open and stepped outside for some air.
It was like clockwork. Water, fresh air and space were all he needed to calm down but he always came back for you like you were the cherry on top. You took advantage of the moment to strip the bedding, flip the mattress and set clean, fresh bedding for him. Propping your pillows against the headboard, you sat and laid back on them as you heard his calm footsteps returning.
His big blue eyes found yours and he couldn’t be more grateful to have you. Without a word, you turned the bedside light off and patted the space beside you with a tired smile. He smiled to himself as he walked over and climbed back into the bed, nestling himself against your side. Your arms wrapped around him as he rested his head on your stomach.
“Thank you.”
“You got nothing to thank me for.” You replied combing your nails through his dark luscious hair as his arm stretched across your torso. With his hand on your hip, his fingers stroked the soft skin there as he took in your scent.
“No. I do. I got so much to be thankful for.”
You smiled to yourself, but stayed silent after that. Words weren’t needed to let him know you were there. He could feel your devotion with every stroke through his hair. You tried to stay awake as long as you could for him, but you eventually ended up falling asleep before him. He couldn’t blame you and felt relieved that you could rest. He still felt guilty for waking you and keeping you up. But truth was he was right where he wanted to be. Safe in your arms.
You woke up the next morning in a panic, fearing you’d overslept. Did the alarm clock even ring at all? Because you didn’t remember waking up to shut it off. And you wouldn’t have simply gone back to sleep. You couldn’t; it was a school day. Shooting up to your feet, you quickly raced to your daughter’s room to wake her up, but you found the bed empty. The result was the same in your young son’s room. You frowned to yourself confused as you walked to the kitchen – the scene that explained their absence. The dirty dishes from breakfast tossed in the sink, the empty box of frozen waffles, the pan of leftover scrambled eggs now cold on the stovetop. John must’ve taken the kids to school. The note you found on the counter with John’s unique handwriting confirmed it. With a relieved sigh, you unplugged your phone from its’ charger and called your husband.
“Hey, honey.”
“Good morning, sunshine. You sleep alright?” The passing sounds of cars and horns in the background made you aware he’s driving.
“Yeah. I found your note. How’d the kids go?”
“Smooth sailing, sweetheart. I left you a plate in the microwave.”
“Oh, thanks. I’ll just heat it up. Why didn’t you wake me up though?”
“I wanted to let you sleep in after night. I know I wore you out.”
“You didn’t wear me out. Not like you usually do” you smirked.
“It’s never too late, baby” he chuckled smirking widely. “I’m stopping by the store to pick up more waffles for the kids. Any special requests?”
“We could use more milk, coffee and eggs. Oh, and pasta for dinner tonight.”
“I’m on it. Anything else?”
“Not that I can remember, but I’ll text you if I do.”
“Alright, babe. I’ll be home soon.”
“Thank you, John. For covering me today. I promise I’ll make it up to when you get home.”
“Oh, yeah? How’d you plan on doing that?”
“I’ll wear you out this time.”
#john kinley#john kinley x reader#john kinley x y/n#john kinley x you#jake gyllenhaal#the covenant#the covenant 2023
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yan!Tendou has his own way of curing your low self-esteem
summary: yan! Tendou fucks you in front of the broken mirror, after hearing you talking bad about your appearance, to show how pretty you are.
author's note: was going thru my notes and damn, I can actually write, so posting this for you guys, a bit (lot) personal self-insert, hope y'all can enjoy too, but it would be much better if you couldn't relate. anyways, peace and love 🫶🏻🕊️💞
pic from ブリテッリ @BRTRmilk_ on Twitter
tw: mentions of self-harm, body dysmorphia, low self-esteem, rejection trauma, self-hatred, non-con, skin carving.
all characters are 18+
minors dni
Life with Tendou Satori was bombastic(side eye, m sorry guys😭), you never knew when he's going to "explode" and affect you. He was as unpredictable as he was on the playground. As it usually happens when people are living together, they start to unintentionally pick up each other's behavioral patterns. You became as explosive and as unpredictable as him. Of course, it can't be denied that three months here, with him, after kidnapping weren't also great for your mental health, which led to the weakening of your psyche.
It's not like you've ever loved or liked yourself. You couldn't even understand why this whole thing happened to you, since you weren't even that pretty, not really wise too. You'd probably consider yourself as one of the last choice. So there were many other more beautiful girls around, why out of all people YOU???Dysmorphia returned to you even during the worst moments, making the whole situation much more horrible.
You were standing in front of a bedroom mirror and couldn't stand the way you looked, you hated yourself not only for your appearance, but also for your past mistakes, your weak personality and character traits that let other people exploit and mock you, and he was another evidence.
"I HATE IT, I HATE IT, I HATE IT"
Mirror flying down, glass hitting the floor and the pieces scattered in all directions. You wanted to hurt yourself so bad, you wanted to end these sufferings, you didn't understand why you deserve this, but at the same time this was exactly what a bitch like you deserves.
"(Y/N)!"
Your red haired kidnapper barged into the room only to find yourself sitting in the corner and crying.
"What happened?"
"I, -I.." your breathing was deep and fast.
"I hate the way I look, I wish I was born a pretty girl, I wish I had other mindset, I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in, but I'm not! And everytime I feel good about myself, she's always coming back!" you shouted it loud, while grabbing onto your head.
I wish I wasn't different, I wish I could fit in
Oh, that hit home to Tendou.
So you think he'd fall for you if you were like everyone else? You think he'd find other girls attractive when you were around? You think if you'd fit in he'd consider yourself as his soulmate?
Well, I guess you had to learn this lesson as he once learned.
"Get up."
"N-no.."
"GET UP."
Quiet cry.
"(y/n), don't make me do things that I don't want to do."
You slowly got up, keeping your hands around your stomach, facing the ground.
"I-I just don't understand... why me..?" you said with soft, tearful voice.
Why are you still asking him this question?
As if he didn't tell you enough.
He unhurriedly came closer to hug you. Usually it would take longer if not forever for you to hug him back, but this time you just needed that support from no matter who, even if it’s from a man who ruined your life. If you can't give it to yourself, maybe he could.
Abruptly he lifted you up and brought to bed. You could tell where it was going, you just didn't care anymore, because it has already happened many times. And hey, at least he likes you..
He removed soft fabrics from your body and unbelted his pants. Having you in a missionary position, he pulled you by your thighs and harshly entered you. Loud gasp escaped from your mouth.
For foreplay his thrusts were quite rushed and hard, you didn't even get wet enough for his dick.
"S-satori.. ple-ease.." you whimpered his last name in a bit pesky manner.
"Say that you're beautiful (y/n)," you were just whimpering.
"SAY IT" he repeats it louder than before, suddenly squeezing your nipple as you moan out loud.
"Tendou-u, p-please, stop... it hurts"
He continues to twist your nipple even harder.
"I AM, I am beautiful" you yell out.
"That's right," Satori releases your nipple and starts gently massaging the sore area with his palm, without slowing down the pace and strength of thrusting.
"What else?" looking into your eyes, long, slender fingers tenderly caressing your breast area, periodically making a circle movement around your areola.
"I am smart"
"Good girl"
"I am sexy"
"You're right, princess" he increases his pace, grabbing your hips and slightly lifting up your pelvis to hit the spot. You let out a loud moan, trying to stabilize your breath. You feel your orgasm coming and your vaginal muscles slightly pulsating as you finally come on his cock, his pace being as fast as before.
"I am loved"
Tendou leans down to kiss you. You do not resist. If at least somebody can love you, then it's better than nothing. Your tongues weawe together like snakes during mating season. You can't believe that you don't want to pull away from your kidnapper, all you want is this moment to last forever as your bodies unite in one.
You can feel him gradually increasing his pace, as it becomes harder for you to breathe. He gets it as he pulls away from you and finishes inside you. Picking up from the floor the broken mirror glass to carve into your skin "beautiful" and "mine".
#reuploading this cuz tumblr won't let me edit the first post the way i want#haikyuu smut#yandere haikyuu#yandere x reader#yandere smut#yandere tendou x reader#yandere tendou satori#romance 💋#yandere male#yandere oneshot#haikyuu dark content#yandere scenario#yandere x y/n#yandere tendo x reader#yandere tendou#tendo satori smut#tw: body dysmorphia#tw: noncon#tw: skin carving
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The boy from nevermore
I do not support percy, I no longer write for Xavier.
This is from an ask and I had so much fun writing this (If you want to be on my taglist please send me a message or comment on this) I think i'm gonna do a part two on this
Xavier thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader
Part 1/?
Warnings: SMUT, Unprotected sex, pet names, praises, swearing, (idk what else)
Words: 1.2k
Having a sister that everyone was scared of wasn't easy. I mean you loved your sister, even though she was always mean or shallow with people you always found a way to make her smile. So you weren’t surprised when she was pissed off on going to nevermore, I mean who could blame her you had to go there too for what? Just because you were defending your little brother?
But compared to Wednesday you weren’t that mad about going to nevermore you were kind of excited. Meeting new people, learning new stuff and maybe meeting some boys.You always tried to find the perfect guy for your sister but she always ended up scaring them off or hurting them... not mentally, physically. So to your surprise when she started talking to this boy Tyler when we got here. He was tall, handsome and sweet which surprised you, you thought your sister was going to end up with a killer of some sort.
Well enough about her, when you got here you met this tall, skinny, hot guy. His name was Xavier, you guys met when Enid was showing you the school (Wednesday was off trying to get out of nevermore) he was nice and didn’t talk much he was a bit shy but handsome so you guys started hanging out.
He was fun to hang around with you would always go away to his shed to talk, work or draw but after a while, you started developing feelings for him which wasn't very smart on your part because he was dating Bianca. They were on and off but almost every subject started with “Bianca is such a bitch” or “I think I love her” he was a complicated boy you would say.Here you were on his bed next to him talking about Bianca, they just had a fight about how she was using him for popularity and he didn’t want any part in it. “And she kept saying that I was crazy and that I was overreacting” he signed “god I hate her” he starts rubbing his face with his hands “it's not the first time you've said that” you mumble silently hoping he didn’t hear “wait what did you say” thank god “nothing” he sits up to look at you “ what did you say y/n,” he says in a stern voice “I just said that it's not the first time you've said that” “what is that supposed to mean?” he questions, you could see from the look on his face that he was confused. “Just that every time we hang out it's always about Bianca and it's getting really fucking annoying, why don't we talk about plants or something I would prefer doing that than talking about your stupid girlfriend.”He goes silent. “I didn’t think you cared,” he says emotionless “why wouldn't I care I mean you keep talking about how perfect or how shitty she is while I'm just here listening to all of your problems and waiting for you too fucking realize that I like you but no you could never like me back because you like girls like Bianca or Wednesday.” you finish off your sentence pissed and frustrated, as you're about to leave Xavier asks “You like me?” “No shit.” He signs and walks over to me “I’m sorry, I like you too and well I’m- I was dating Bianca to make you jealous and the Wednesday thing was just out of curiosity.” he says sincerely "You like me back?" You question "How could I not?" He says as he leans in for a kiss, it was a long one not like a quick peck it was more meaningful as if you were waiting your whole life for that kiss.
He puts his hand on your cheek and leans back to say “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” He leans back in and kisses you passionately, his lips are soft and wet. He grabs the back of your head and leans you in closer. You can feel his bulge resting on your thigh, you move your hands towards his crotch and you start stroking his length. He groans into your mouth "fuck sweetheart, yeah just like that" he says moaning into your mouth.He pushes you onto the wall and says "you're gonna be good for me yeah?" You mumble a yes as you lean in to kiss his puffy lips before you can reach him he pushes you back on the wall "I'm in charge you do as you're told, understand?" "Yes sir," you say and he groans at the name you gave him. His hand touches your thigh you let out a small gasp at the sensation of his cold fingers rubbing your skin.
He moves his hand upwards until he reaches your lacy underwear. He rubs your clit on the outside of the fabric and you whine needing more than just a few touches “more please” he removes his hand and grabs your face “you take what I give you, is that understood?” He asks. You whisper a quiet yes and he moves his hand where it had previously been.
Instead of continuing his previous actions, he removes your skirt and underwear after doing that he rips your blouse off. Xavier guides you to the bed, he pushes you on it. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” “Yes just please touch me” "As you wish," he says just before he plunges two fingers inside your cunt, you moan at the sensation. "Does that feel good?" he asks teasing. You can't even respond, you just focus on his long fingers pushing in and out of you slowly. His movements slow down and you whine at the loss of stimulation “you didn’t answer me” he says in an angry tone "yes" you say out of breath "yes it does, please do that again" you plead looking at him with a pout on your lips.
"I'll give you something better than that," he says pulling his pants as well as his boxers revealing his whole member. He's long, really long maybe 8 inches. He sees you staring and says "I know what your thinking but we'll have to leave that for next time," he says as he climbs into the bed. "Next time?" You ask, he doesn't answer he just gently taps his tip on your clit while stroking himself. "Tell me how bad you want it," he says giving you that god-awful grin. "Please Xavi, I want your cock so bad," you speak with a pout on your lips. He gives in an enters you slowly but with ease. He bottoms out and says “you okay?” reassuring me that I’m still okay with what was happening at that moment “yeah” you choke out with a moan following along. He starts moving and it doesn’t take long for him to thrust harder and faster. You could feel your body getting hot and Xavier’s praises weren’t helping much. “You're such a good girl for me” “you like that?” “Taking me so well” you knew he would get mad if you didn't answer him so you just nodded lazily. You could feel your orgasm approaching soon and Xavier knew because a few seconds later he put his hand on your clit, moving his skilled fingers in a circle. “Xavier I’m gonna cum” you moan out “cum with me sweetheart” and then just like that a euphoric feeling came over you as you squeezed his cock not thinking you could ever let him go. Your orgasm helped Xavier and not long after he came inside of you.
He pulled out and pushed his body next to yours “you still think I like Bianca?”
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Will the man become the monster, or the monster become man?
(steddie | explicit | 5k | cw: Beast!Steve, monsterfucker!Eddie, inspired by this Tumblr Post | AO3)
Happy Birthday, my favorite nickname giver and sister in Keery thirst, @judasofsuburbia 💜 This is super late, but I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this.
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His lungs burn, screaming for precious air as Eddie runs as fast as his legs will carry him.
Twigs claw at his skin, the stinging pain a distant sensation, secondary to the wild crescendo of his beating heart. Behind him, he hears the snapping of branches, even louder than the roar in his ears, and the heavy footsteps of his pursuer. The ground beneath him trembles, telling of the shrinking distance between him and the beast that hunted him.
Above him, the merciless glow of the full moon illuminates the path before him. If you can call it that, it is not much more than a desire path created by the wild life that live in these woods. It winds through the dense trees, slowing him down as he has to duck and twist and jump if he doesn't want to trip or run into a tree trunk. It's like he can feel the body heat of the monster chasing him against his back, a stark contrast to the crisp autumn air, making his hair stand on end and his feet speed up.
There's a meadow somewhere ahead, and beyond it, the Maze Garden, which he knows like the back of his hand. If only he could make it...
He never stood a chance.
Just as he bursts through the trees and into the clearing, the beast pounces. It slams into him, throwing them both to the mossy ground at the edge of the meadow. It’s heavy, holding Eddie down with its weight and he feels its damp breath against the vulnerable skin of his neck.
The ground is soft enough to cushion their fall, but it still knocks what little air there is out of his lungs with a soft hiss. He feels more than he hears the rumble of the beast on top of him.
"Are you...laughing? That fucking hurt, you brute. My poor behind," Eddie grumbles, not really annoyed, but playing it up just so Steve can nuzzle against his cheeks and kiss his ear in apology.
The rumbling only increases, vibrating through Eddie's body. "I'm sorry, love, do you want me to kiss it better?" Steve asks, his voice so deep it sends shivers through Eddie's body. It resembles a low growl that does not hide his beastly nature, even when he speaks softly and playfully.
Eddie squirms under Steve's heavy body to free his arms. Cupping Steve’s face with his hand, Eddie gently pushes it away from where it's tucked into his neck to get a proper look at his husband. His fur is soft under Eddie's palm and Steve nuzzles his muzzle into the hand that holds him. His sharp canines peek out from between his dark lips, and even darker eyes look down at Eddie with love and hunger.
Steve looks like what nightmares are made of, and yet he's everything Eddie ever wanted, ever needed. To Eddie, Steve was the most beautiful thing that ever walked the earth. From the ivory-colored horns on top of his head, almost hidden in the lush mane of gold-brown fur, to his massive paws, adorned with their deadly claws that never touched Eddie with anything but gentle devotion, to his fluffy tail. And his frankly massive cock. Can't forget that.
For that, and Steve's equally massive and kind heart, is what ruined Eddie for everyone else.
Eddie never regretted telling Nancy, the witch who cursed Steve to live as a beast until he found his humanity by learning to love selflessly, that he did not want Steve to lose that side of himself completely. Eddie had fallen in love with both the beast and the man and didn't want to part with either. She had given him a knowing smile at his request and granted it with a soft kiss on his cheek.
Since then, every full moon, when the light of day has faded, man becomes a monster. Only to become human again with the first light that touches the earth.
Smiling up at the man who stole him first and then his heart, Eddie accepts the tender licks and nips on his lips, his jaw and down his sensitive neck. It's a heady feeling to have something as deadly as Steve's fangs so close to where his heart pumps life through his body. To know that Steve could kill him with a single move and not even break a sweat.
It fills him with as much warmth as thrill to know that Steve wouldn't. He'd rather kill himself than let anything, anyone, hurt Eddie.
Eddie knows this because he still wakes up shaking some days to the images of Steve lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, a knife sticking out of his chest. A knife aimed at Eddie because he dared to love a monster.
It was his love, Eddie's love, that saved Steve that day, effectively breaking the curse and giving Steve a second chance. Who would have thought that the town freak's life would turn into a fairy tale. But it did, with a prince and a castle and all. His mother had always told him that there was magic and goodness in the world, and that he would get to have both if he just stayed true to his heart. Eddie only wishes she could see that she was right.
Lost in his own thoughts, it takes Steve nipping at his collarbone with his sharp teeth, drawing a single drop of blood from where one of them pierced his skin, to bring Eddie out of his head and back to the mossy ground. "Am I boring you, angel? Or should I kiss you -" Steve rumbles over him as he leans back on his haunches to eye Eddie like his favorite dinner, "somewhere else?"
“I want to say yes, but I’m afraid Claudia will kill me if I ruin any more clothes. And by ‘I’ I mean you, and by ‘ruin’ I mean tearing them to shreds with your claws.”
It shouldn't be possible for a 7 foot tall furry beast with fangs and horns to pout, but that's exactly what Steve is doing. He gives Eddie his best puppy dog eyes and Eddie is so in love with him that he doesn't know how it hasn't killed him yet.
"Fine, don't look at me like that. You know, we could just try, I dunno, me getting undressed like a normal person. Just an idea."
Another laugh rumbles through Steve's huge body, so strong that Eddie feels it vibrating through his as well. Steve playfully licks a wide stripe across Eddie's cheek, and before Eddie can express the mock disgust on his tongue, Steve's growling voice in his ear sends an almost violent shudder through his body.
“We could, but where would be the fun in that?” As if to accentuate his words, Steve’s sharp claw follows an invisible path down Eddie’s chest, starting at his bopping Adam’s apple and veering to the left over his rapidly beating heart before placing his paw on the center of Eddie’s chest.
Steve’s dark eyes are looking into his own, a silent question in them. Eddie knows that he’s in charge of what they’re doing, always has been. Steve might be able to overpower him and take what he wants but that’s not what either of them is here for.
For Steve, it's Eddie's willingness to submit, to surrender to him, because Eddie wants to. Wants Steve. Needs him, even. It's Eddie's trust in him, Eddie's devotion, that makes Steve purr and writhe, out of his mind with lust and love.
For Eddie, it's the fact that Steve could take what he wants, sure, but doesn't. It's the thrill that comes with the proximity of a predator, the knowledge that Steve’s deadly claws and fangs could rip Eddie to shreds, not just his clothes. And yet all they ever did was caress Eddie, cherish him, claim him, please him.
It was never really a question for Eddie what his answer to Steve would be. He nods with a feral grin that matches Steve's answering one and silently apologizes to Claudia in his head before pushing all thoughts of their friends and staff out of his mind.
The next thing he knows, his shirt is hanging in tatters from his frame and Steve's rough tongue has made it its mission to taste every inch of his upper body, adding a hint of teeth here and there. It's astonishing how much control he has over them as they scrape across his hard nipples without breaking the skin, causing Eddie to moan brokenly.
The ground beneath him is still surprisingly warm from the sun that has been heating it all day, but with the cloudless, star-studded sky above them, the warmth of the day is long gone. Eddie's whole body shivers as the cold air hits his skin and he's glad for the warmth radiating from Steve's body. He’s not wearing any clothing except for some lose pants even if he never lets himself be seen in this form by anyone but Eddie but his thick fur is keeping him plenty warm.
The town’s people think the beast got turned back into the handsome prince, a perfect fairy tale ending. They are happy to believe their reformed ruler is once again fully human, thanks to the town pariah now turned consort. Only very few know the whole truth and only Eddie is allowed to see this side of Steve. It’s his and his alone. He might have to share his husband with a whole (albeit small) kingdom but this right here? That is only for them. Only for Eddie.
Steve’s enormous paw has wandered from his chest to the prominent bulge in Eddie’s pants, putting just the right amount of pressure on it to drive Eddie crazy but not enough to give him any kind of relief. “So eager to be claimed by me. Out here under the stars, where anyone could walk by and see.”
Eddie's cock twitches at these words, at the thought of someone seeing them like this. The beastly looking creature joined with Eddie's fragile human body, so easily broken, yet cherished by this powerful being. Chosen as his mate. Steve could feel it, of course, and as always, he reads Eddie like an open book.
"You'd like that, huh? Everyone seeing us like this. Say it, love. Tell me." He's stroking Eddie through his pants, the pull of the velvet against the sensitive head of his leaking cock igniting more of the heat pooling in his groin. Instead of answering, all Eddie can manage is a breathy whimper as he shakes his head desperately. "No? You don't want people to know how desperate the Prince's consort is for the hideous beast they have hated and feared for so long?"
Eddie wants to tell Steve so many things, most of all how much he loves being his consort, to have everyone know that Steve is his, that their handsome prince chose him, chose Eddie. But he also longs to be more. Craves to be -
"Mate," he gasps between moans and whimpers, "wanna be your mate."
The hungry growl that comes from Steve at his words doesn't sound human at all. It is the sound of a ravenous animal, hungry and about to devour its prey.
Eddie has never been so turned on in his entire life. Consort. Mate. Prey. He wants to be all of those things, wants to be everything Steve will ever want or need.
Before the thought has fully formed in his mind, Eddie feels more cold air hit his skin as his pants suffer the same fate as his shirt. He really doesn't know why he bothers with clothes on full moon nights. They always end this way. Maybe it's because he loves to see the physical proof of how much Steve wants him.
The way Steve paws at his cock, the rough surface of his paw pads creating the most delicious friction, is even more proof of his desire for Eddie. It's almost painful the way it drags over the sensitive flesh and another dollop of pre slides down the side of it. Steve bends down to catch it on his tongue before it reaches the thick patch of pubic hair and Eddie can feel as well as hear his content rumble at tasting Eddie. Hungry for more, the tip of his tongue licks up Eddie's length before dipping into his slit to catch every last drop.
A deep, guttural sound rumbles in Steve's chest, and Eddie thinks to himself that if Steve were a cat, he'd be purring right now. But he's not, so his satisfied growl sounds more like a hungry wolf being fed its favorite meal.
One of his claws plays with Eddie's balls and Eddie has to force himself to stay still, not twitch his hips as he desperately wants. They don't need restraints, he doesn't need to be held down by anything but Steve's presence, the threat that underlies his gentle playfulness.
"If you keep this up, this will be over before we get started," Eddie pants, already on edge, even though Steve has barely touched him. That's nothing new either. On nights like this, his cock starts throbbing in anticipation as soon as the light begins to fade.
"For you maybe. Who says it's going to be over for me, sweet thing?" Steve purrs these words, his lips pressed right against his pulsing cock, and the sensation combined with what his words imply makes Eddie come, suddenly and surprisingly for both of them.
"OhmyGod," Eddie whines, cock still twitching, another weak spurt hitting his stomach and catching in the hair there.
Above him, Steve remains silent, speechless at what has just happened. When Eddie manages to open his tightly shut eyes, he sees his husband looking back at him with an expression so human, it's as if the Prince himself is looking at him right now. There is so much utter and flabbergasted surprise on his face that it would be almost funny if Eddie wasn't so mortified.
"I guess you weren't kidding," Steve finally manages to say, and even his voice now sounds so human in its surprise.
Eddie groans and puts his hands to his face to hide his burning cheeks. "Oh God, please stop talking," he begs the love of his life. He supposes it's a compliment to Steve that he just came like a virgin touched for the very first time.
The familiar rumble is back and Eddie huffs in annoyance at being laughed at. Strong hands - really paws, only with opposable thumbs - circle his wrists and tug gently until he pulls his hands away from his face. Steve's smiling face comes into view, and despite everything, Eddie can't help but smile back at the sight. It always looks a little goofy to him, especially knowing that to most people Steve's smile would look absolutely terrifying. Too many sharp, pointy teeth.
"Don't hide your pretty face from me, my love." Steve chides gently, nuzzling Eddie's nose.
"I will if you laugh at me, asshole." The words lack any heat because Eddie is still fighting that goddamn lovesick smile that's painted on his face.
"I was just laughing at how adorable you are, being embarrassed when you blow my mind with how hot you are." As if to prove his point, Steve presses his groin against Eddie's hip and he can feel the hot, hard line of Steve's arousal. "God, the things I wanna do to you, Eddie, you have no idea. It scares me sometimes how much I want, fuck, how much I need you. So don't hide from me, don't deprive me of your beautiful countenance."
Steve's ardent declaration of love is more beautiful than anything Eddie has ever read in any of the many books he has devoured in his life. Naturally, his reply is just as earnest and heartfelt.
"You absolute sap, I love you and if you don't fuck me right now, you'll be sleeping in the throne room for the foreseeable future".
Another rumble of laughter runs through Steve's body as he bends down to lick the cum from Eddie's belly. When he looks back up at him, his dark eyes sparkle in the bright moonlight. "Your wish is my command, mate."
His soft cock twitches at the name and he knows he'll come a second time before the sun rises.
Sitting up and leaning on one of his elbows, he reaches for the small satchel tied to Steve's pants to retrieve a small vial of oil. "How about you get rid of these then, huh?" Eddie asks, tugging at the waistband before sliding his hand to the huge bulge and squeezing Steve's cock through the thin material. Steve's hips buck at his touch and he lets out a low, growling moan that is music to Eddie's ears. He repeats the motion just to hear it again, twisting his wrist just so and applying a little more pressure to the head, so that the next moan is cut short by a breathless whimper.
When Eddie removes his hand and leans back, Steve makes quick work of his clothes, ripping them off just as he did Eddie's. He swears to himself that this time he'll let Steve explain the sudden loss of their clothes to Claudia. Wayne's knowing looks are enough for him, thank you very much.
His eyes immediately focus on the thick, curved length, his mouth watering at the sight. He's glad he insisted on Steve taking him in their bed this morning. Even if it meant Steve was late for his duties. It means his body will adjust faster, open up more easily.
They learned that it took a little more patience and a lot more oil for Eddie to take Steve in this form. Other than that, all they needed was for Eddie to relax, trust Steve and let him in. And that's something Eddie learned years ago, trapped in a cursed castle with a moody beast and talking household items as his only companions.
His breath catches at the sight of Steve is kneeling in front of him, naked except for the fur on his thick body. Eddie gets on his hands and knees and crawls over to him, oil in hand, straddling his lap, supported by one of Steve's paws on his back, the other between his shoulder blades. Even though his naked body is exposed to the cold night air, he's warm surrounded by Steve. Protected from the outside world in their intimate little bubble.
He dribbles a copious amount of oil on his hands and Steve's length, coating it generously before reaching behind him and lathering his hole with the remaining oil on his fingers. The way Steve nuzzles his throat is distracting and hot in equal measure, his little nips at his collarbone and his hot breath fanning across his sensitive skin enough to make more and more blood rush south. His cock slowly refills where it rests against Steve's and it should give him an inferiority complex, how small it looks in comparison, but all the sight does is make his hole twitch in eager anticipation.
"Steve," Eddie almost whines, taking his husband's pink and deliciously thick cock in his oil coated hand, "work with me here instead of trying to eat me as a midnight snack, yeah?"
One last nip, this one firmer than the rest, drawing another tiny drop of blood from him, and Steve growls in his ear. "Always so impatient, my love. What am I ever going to do with you?" He pretends to wonder aloud and Eddie scoffs.
"How about helping me sit on your massive cock so I can ride you until you come inside me?" Eddie asks with an innocent flutter of his eyelashes, as if suggesting they have turkey for dinner instead of boar.
The feeling of Steve pulsing and twitching against his own length at those words brings Eddie back to full hardness and they both moan at the sensation.
"I take it you like the idea, big boy." It's not a question and they both know it. Steve's paw slides from his lower back to his ass, lifting him further into his lap as if he weighed nothing. His other paw joins the first, and his long fingers slide between Eddie's cheeks, always mindful of his claws. While Eddie holds him steady, Steve spreads Eddie's cheeks so he can line up Steve's cock with his glistening hole.
He can't help but tease, just a little, sliding Steve's length between his cheeks until the head catches at his entrance. Beneath him he can feel how tense Steve is, holding back with all his strength and self-control not to just bury himself in Eddie's warmth. As much as Eddie fantasizes about letting Steve do just that, he knows it wouldn't end in a sexy way. The human body has limits. Still, it's a thought that gets him going like nothing else.
Eddie bears down, trying to remain as relaxed as possible, and slowly shifts his weight to where Steve's cock is pressing against him. It burns and if Eddie didn't know better he would think it would never fit. But he does know better, he knows how delicious the stretch will feel in a moment, how full and complete he will feel then.
One of Steve's paws has settled on his waist to keep him upright, to keep him anchored, and it begins to stroke up and down his side in a soothing way. "That's it, take your time. Easy, my love. I got you. Let me in. Let me be your mate." It's all said in his soft growl, the sound echoing inside Eddie, relaxing his muscles even more and finally allowing the head of Steve's cock to slip inside.
The sound Steve makes sounds wounded, his whole body shaking with it, and Eddie can feel it inside him. He sinks down another inch or two, enveloping more and more of Steve with his body. He's sweating profusely by now, thanks to the effort of holding himself still as he sinks down tortuously slowly, combined with Steve's body heat warming him on all sides and his rapidly beating heart pumping hot blood through his veins.
As he sinks deeper and deeper, he feels Steve's thick cock filling every cell of his being. It's a feeling he's been craving since the last full moon, something raw and animalistic and so profound he can't put it into words. Like it was fate, destiny, some kind of prophecy. Or just his body's reaction to being fucked like it's never been fucked before, all these happy and euphoric feelings driving him a little crazy.
Once he's fully seated on Steve's cock, they both take a moment to just breathe, to adjust to the intense sensation. It always feels like the first time, and Eddie hopes it stays that way until they're old and wrinkled. Sometimes he wonders if Steve's fur will turn gray, too, and he can't wait to find out.
"I love you," Steve breathes out, barely audible if Eddie wasn't so close. "Thank you for choosing me. All of me, even this. Especially this."
Eddie leans forward as far as he physically can in this position and presses sweet kisses against Steve's muzzle. "I love you. Everything about you. Especially this." As he says these words, he begins to move, tentatively rising with the help of Steve's paws on his body before sinking back down again. The drag of the hot flesh against his inner walls sets his nerves on fire, the heat pooling in his groin, his balls already taut. He never lasts long when they fuck like this, even if he has come before.
Steve's not doing much better, Eddie can tell by the way his muscles are twitching. He's still holding back, letting Eddie set the pace, fighting every instinct inside of him that wants to pound, to claim. It's all so hot that Eddie can't help but wrap his hand around his own cock, chasing his release.
"You feel so good inside me. So fucking deep, it's like I can feel you in my throat." He leans back a little, still supported by Steve's paw on him, and puts his other hand on his stomach, where he can see Steve's cock distending it. "Look how well you fill me up, love," he adds, pressing against the bulge.
Steve does as he's told, staring down at Eddie's belly in hungry wonder, and Eddie's hand on his own cock speeds up. The paw that is not propping Eddie up also reaches for his belly so Steve can feel himself inside Eddie. "Mine," Steve growls, "you're mine."
"Yours," Eddie agrees breathlessly. He's so close, he just needs... he needs...
After Steve's fingers wrap around his hand and the tip of his claw strokes the head of his cock, it only takes two more strokes for Eddie to come again, thick ropes of cum matting Steve's golden brown fur, making it look darker.
It's as if someone has cut his strings, all the strength leaves his body and he sinks limply into Steve's arms. He's spent and hypersensitive, yes, but also loose and pliable, so he tells Steve in a soft voice, "Take what you need, my love. I want you to." He can feel Steve hesitating for a moment, letting his words and their implications sink in, so Eddie nods emphatically at his unspoken question and rubs his face against the soft fur on Steve's neck.
"Mate," Steve whispers in an awed voice, his cock pulsing inside Eddie, and it feels so good for Eddie to be able to give this to Steve. Even though his body feels like dead weight, heavy and immovable, he floats on the feeling. He's cradled against Steve's, held still, as if he had any intention of moving away when Steve begins to thrust into him from below. The force of Steve's cock ramming into him makes his body jiggle in Steve's lap. The overstimulation probably borders on painful, but it's only a distant sensation in the back of his mind as he floats too high to really register it.
The sounds Steve keeps making vibrate through him from all sides, around him, inside him, and the way Steve keeps holding him as he ruts into him makes him feel so safe, so loved. Treasured, really, like he's something precious that Steve can't bear to be parted from. Steve is chasing his own high, his own ecstasy, and he's going to find it in Eddie.
The thought makes him smile and he vaguely thinks he should write that down later.
When Steve comes, it's with a high-pitched howl that causes a flock of birds to flee from their hiding place in the surrounding bushes. It's the sound of a wolf howling at the moon, and Eddie knows the townspeople sometimes whisper about the lone wolf that can only be heard at full moon, wondering what it means. They avoid the meadows and woods in the area just in case it's another beast they have to fear. It suits them, so Eddie never bothers to correct them.
He knows it's not a lone wolf, it's a beautiful beast and its human mate.
Eddie must have floated even further away, because when he blinks his eyes again, he realizes that the world has tilted while he was gone. Steve is now lying on his back and Eddie is still held tightly in his arms, covering as much of his naked body as he can.
He's warm and the fur beneath him is soft, the gentle up and down of Steve's chest under his cheek slowly lulling him to sleep. He can feel Steve's cock still nestled inside him, so big that it won't slip out even if he's soft.
Eddie sighs contentedly and smiles, thinking how lucky he is to have this. It's not the first time they've fallen asleep like this and he already knows what their morning will be like. He will wake up at dawn in Steve's very human arms, the crisp autumn morning too cold for them to sleep without the added warmth of Steve's fur.
Steve will already be awake, always an early riser, and he'll kiss Eddie's unruly curls with an affectionate smile on his face. He'll call Eddie a sleepy head and ask him if he'd rather sleep in a bed. Eddie will stretch, savoring the ache in his limbs from the passionate night they just shared. He'll enjoy the sting in his ass where Steve slipped out of him when he turned human again, and the feeling of sticky cum dripping lazily from his gaping hole as he moves to get up.
They will both run to the nearby stables, buck naked, holding hands and laughing joyously like love-struck teenagers. Wayne will be nowhere to be seen, which is for the best. He and Steve got off to a...rocky start, and that's an euphemism, what with Steve taking Wayne hostage only to trade his life for his nephew. Eddie knows that Steve has since grown on Wayne, helped along by Steve giving Wayne his stables and horses to do with as he pleases. It helps even more that Steve makes Eddie smile every day and gives him all the books his heart desires and a personal library to go with it. Something Wayne was never able to do with the meager income he used to make as a blacksmith.
Eddie suspects Wayne knows what they're up to anyway, judging by the way he'll raise a skeptical eyebrow at Eddie later that day.
Once they are back in their rooms, they will crawl into their huge bed under the fluffy covers for another hour of blissful sleep, wrapped around each other, before the needs of the kingdom take Steve away for the day. He will, of course, sneak off to see Eddie, either to seek his counsel or just to steal a kiss from his husband before the next endless meeting commences.
And a month later, they will do it all over again.
#steddie#steddie smut#steddie fanfic#steve harrington x eddie munson#Beauty and the Beast AU#nsft#my writing
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