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dycefic · 1 year

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Tom Saves The World

Everyone knows that it’s super-heroes who save the world. They fight the aliens, or the monsters, or the bad guys. And mostly, that’s true.

But not always.

I’m a psychic. The thing is, my range isn’t that great. I don’t have much detail more than about 36 hours out, 48 for something really big. I’d had a nebulous sort of bad feeling for about a week before this one finally hit, and it was big. Something very tough and very supernatural was going to come up out of the harbor of Nova Roma, and the death-toll was going to be high. Crazy high.

I did all I could. I told the Unaligned Supers Job Placement Agency, and they put the word out to everyone on both sides of the Line. The Henchman’s Union don’t like natural disasters any more than anyone else, and they’re often quite helpful against eldritch horrors and stuff like that. Things that don’t hire henchmen and ruin the property values.

The trouble was, nobody big was around. The only really big team of heavy hitters on the West Coast were away dealing with some sort of doomsday cult - I never was clear on what that was about - and Guarde and Dog Fox were out of touch and even Mx Frantique was out of town at someone’s wedding. It was going to happen in less than two days and we couldn’t find anyone to help and I was seriously considering calling in some kind of bomb threat or something to get people away from the docks, at least.

And then, about eighteen hours out, it just… went away.

Which never, ever happens.

My powers might be short range, but they’re reliable. I don’t get stuff wrong, and I hadn’t been able to find any way to prevent what was going to happen, or even been able to identify anyone who could. But someone did. Someone had done something to stop the threat, something that happened literally while I was opening my car door. When I reached for the handle, thousands of people were going to die. By the time the door was open, there was no threat at all.

At first I thought it must have been a ranged thing. Like, whatever I’d been seeing (all those teeth, I saw them in nightmares for months after) had been distracted by something tasty on its way here and gotten off track, that it’d come up somewhere up or down the coast. My range isn’t that big, either. Anything outside about thirty miles might as well be on Mars for all I know about it. So we kept a watch out, and warned the chapters of the Union and the Agency in other cities.

But nothing happened. Nothing at all. I couldn’t explain it, and I was really unpopular for a while. Supers do NOT like people who cry wolf. There’s enough freaky shit we have to deal with without someone panicking everyone with a dire prophecy that fizzles out.

Thank all the gods that Tunny showed up. Nobody’s really sure what Tunny actually is - sentient fish creature, some kind of really mutated human, an alien, or what. She changes her story a lot. But she’s pretty friendly, especially for a twenty-foot-long horror-movie-mermaid-thing with four arms, so when she came into harbor to pick up some supplies a guy from the Agency went out to tell her what I’d seen. I’d gotten a wharf and dock number, so she went down to check.

I don’t think anyone had ever seen Tunny scared before. Her English wasn’t good enough to really explain what she’d found hibernating down there, but it was something very old and very powerful and very dangerous, and if it’d been woken up my vision would just have been the start of the crisis.

She rounded up a bunch of whales to help her move it, once she was sure it hadn’t been agitated and wasn’t likely to rouse if moved carefully. They towed it out before dawn, not wanting to scare the civilians, and when I saw the footage from the helicopter the Union sent up, when I saw how big the swell was, how many whales were pulling, I swear I nearly crapped myself. No wonder I’d been getting hints a week in advance. Somehow we dumbass humans had built a whole fucking city almost on top of some kind of Ancient Old… THING, and eroded the sea-bottom until it was exposed, and if someone hadn’t done whatever it was we’d all have been dead long before Tunny arrived. And not just all as in ‘all of Nova Roma’, it could have taken out half of the continent... or all of it.

It took me years to find out what happened. YEARS. It turned into a kind of hobby, tracking everything that might possibly have come into contact with Wharf 38 on that particular day.

And what I found, eventually, was a city employee named Thomas Briggs.

I’d found out early on that 38 wasn’t in good repair. Not that bad, but not great. It was old, things were getting a bit saggy in a few places, but there’d been no sign that anything was likely to fall off on the day. It had sat there for a couple of years after the crisis that never happened,, doing its job without problems then been rebuilt without any drama at all.

Entirely, completely, and totally because of Thomas Briggs.

The story, when I finally pieced it together, went like this.

There’d been some project or other to build some sort of high-budget science project over on the other side of the harbor, hanging it off’ve Pier 8, the furthest out on that side. Something about tracking sea-life or ships or something. My conversational English is near perfect, I’ve been here for years, but I don’t speak science nerd in ANY language. It’d all been approved, some university was covering most of the cost, it was all gonna be fine. And it was gonna be over on 8 because that side of the harbor is the shallow end. It’s where the sailboats go. All the big stuff that would block visual sensors and deafen the thing with engine noise was over in the thirties, in the real deep water.

They were almost ready to install the thing when a bunch of rich dudes suddenly got their panties in a bunch over having a big sciency tower thing ruining the view from their yachts, and tried to get it moved.

To, and I’m sure you guessed this, Wharf 38.

Which was completely insane. It wouldn’t be able to do its job over there, it’d be way more in the way, and (although they couldn’t have known it) the installation would definitely have woken up the Thing sleeping by the wharf and we all would have died. But rich dudes with yachts don’t care about that stuff. They’d bitched out and bribed up their friends on the city council, and those friends had done their thing, and the scientists had been left in the dark, and it’d almost gone through. They’d figured to install it right away, so that when the science guys found out it’d be too late and they’d either have to pay a lot to move it or just use it where it was.

Enter Thomas Briggs.

Mr Briggs, Tom to his friends, didn’t give a crap about the yachts or the science. He was a senior money guy for the commercial wharfs, the one who figured out things like how much money they’d take in in a quarter, and what the repair budget should be, stuff like that. He found out about this thing two days before the disaster would have happened, and sat down and did the math.

Then he sent out an email to the guys trying to push this through, and he ripped into them like they’d threatened to knife his mother. I got my hands on that email, and I didn’t understand a lot of it any more than the council guys would have. It was ALL numbers. But at the top he wrote it out in plain English. Pier 8 was new, and rated to handle the weight of the thingy. Wharf 38 was going to be scrapped in a few years, and it was NOT rated for that kind of structure. Pier 8 had plenty of room around it. Wharf 38 was already a tight fit for the big commercial ships, and adding a structure sticking out on one side would block off at least half of the wharf to those ships completely.

Bottom line, putting the thing on Wharf 38 would cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars more per year than putting it on 8, AND the city would have to eat the cost if 38 collapsed under it which it could easily do, AND the city would have to pay to move it in a couple of years anyway when 38 was due to be rebuilt.

And he cc-ed every important person he had an email address for, including the mayor, the anti-corruption people, and several reporters.

He must have sent that email right when I was opening my car door.

The whole plan collapsed right there, and some people got fired. There was no news story because the whole plan got killed before the reporters even got to the right office. The installation was started on Wharf 8 a few weeks later and I never connected it to a commercial wharf on the other side of the harbor.

One email, and a man who I never could have located in time, a man who had no powers at all, a man who was just conscientiously doing his job looking after the city’s money saved the city, and the continent, and maybe even the world.

Who could have predicted that? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

I can’t deny that I went home and got drunk off my ass that night. Just thinking about how close that had been made my hands shake. One man. One honest man who’d done the math.

I put the word out, once the hangover wore off. What had happened. That Thomas Briggs was the reason we were all alive and everyone better make his life real nice from now on, because he’d done what none of us could do and nobody but the supers would ever even know it.

He’s got a lot of luck coming to him, I can tell you. We don’t forget debts like that.

And I knew that’d freak him out, because honest men don’t like it when people start doing them a lot of favors for no apparent reason, so I tracked him down at the little bar where he likes to have a quiet beer on Friday nights before he goes home. Hell, I was the one who’d gone through it all, back then. I should get to tell him.

I sat down beside him at the bar and looked at him. I saw a thin, small, balding man who looked like he worried too much and didn’t get enough sleep, with lines around his eyes. Yeah, he looked like a man who’d do the math. “Thomas Briggs?”

He blinked at me through his glasses. “Yes? Do I know you?”

“No, you don’t. My name’s Barkhado Omar, and I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” I offered him my hand and he shook it, still looking confused. Which was fair, ‘cause I doubt a lot of seven foot tall Somali women came up to him in bars even when he was young. He’s got to be close to retirement now.

He frowned. “Looking for me? Why?”

I smiled at him. “Tom, let me buy you a drink and tell you about the day you saved the world.”

It’s usually us who save the city, or the world. We have all the intel, all the advantages, all the powers.

But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s someone like Tom Briggs, doing the right thing at the right time and never knowing that he changed the course of history.

Wild, huh?

This story is a direct result of me and my ex chatting about how different the entire Marvel Universe would have been if Jean’s first ‘resurrection’ - being found in a life pod under a wharf, IIRC - had happened at like... any other time. Earlier. Later. It would have changed SO MUCH.

And we speculated about how it could happen, how someone just puttering around in middle management might have unknowingly saved countless lives, prevented Madelyne’s corruption, the legacy virus, all of it, just by postponing that particular set of repairs a bit longer.... and I couldn’t resist writing a version of the story in which Tom does, in fact, save the world.

#short fiction #dyce's supers universe #comics inspired #sometimes something just goes right #horseshoe repair

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lllivia · 2 months

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This was never supposed to happen

Natalie Scatarccio x f!reader

Summary: Nat's asshole of a dad ruins everything

Warnings: not proofread, angst, homophobia (might have gone a bit far idk 🫢), modern au

Part 1 of 2

Music blasts through Nat's speaker as you lay on her bed, spread out comfortably as she sits on the floor scrolling on her phone.

10 minutes go by with the comfortable silence before you decide to put down your phone and finally speak up, not completely sure if this was a good idea.

"Hey Nat.. Yk how I told you that I kinda haven't kissed anyone before?" You pause for a second "Well I've been talking to this.. Person for a while and it's starting to get serious... So I was just wondering if maybe you could, idk - this is probably dumb but, teach me?"

You say quickly, staring up at the ceiling and expecting the worst.

"Okay"

"..Okay?"

"Yeah okay, I'll teach you dumbass" She smirks and crawls onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to hover over you.

Nat was always quite comfortable with who she was, openly talking about her experiences with men, while you on the other hand were much more reserved. So you weren't necessarily surprised when she said yes (since it was only going to be two girls practicing after all), but you still feel your hands get sweaty resting on your stomach as you stare right back at her, glancing down at her lips just to notice the shadow of her smirk still imprinted on her face.

"So um, what should I do? " you say awkwardly, fidgeting with your sweater as you struggle to not look away from the girl who's face is now merely inches away from yours.

"Just follow my lead okay?" She responds in a surprisingly soft voice before finally leaning in to where your lips ghost over each other, sighing slightly before gently pressing your lips together. One of her hands slowly creeping up to cup your face like she's afraid you might break if she adds too much pressure.

"Is this okay?" She pulls back to ask, her face flushed and her lips redder than usual as she scans your face for any discomfort.

"Yeah, yes, you can keep going" you respond quickly before pulling her back into you, unable to describe the tingling sensation fluttering through your entire body as your lips meet again in a slightly rougher matter, pent up need for your friend that you didn't know you had suddenly crashing down at you all at once.

"Shit Nat" you groan as she bites down on your lip, both of you forgetting that this was only supposed to be practice as her hands-

"WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE"

You quickly pull apart, your eyes flying open as you try to scramble away from Nat as her father stands in the now open doorway.

"WHAT KIND OF FAGGOT FILTH HAVE YOU BROUGHT INTO MY HOUSE GIRL??" He yells, pointing a dirty finger towards Nat as his other fist grips onto a half full bottle of alcohol, his disgusting breath seeping through the room as spit fly's out of his mouth.

Nat doesn't know how to respond, seemingly too shocked to answer as her dad continues shouting at her.

"ANSWER ME FREAK! YOU WEREN'T RAISED TO COMMIT SUCH SINS. YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE YOU HEAR ME?? A DISGRACE.

NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I DECIDE TO SHOOT YOU AND YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING FAG FRIEND"

He finishes, his last sentence barely having left his mouth before you run outside, your heart beating faster than it ever has and tears now streaming down your terrified face.

You turn back towards the trailer as you suddenly hear glass shattering, all your other worries almost forgotten as all you can think about is if Nat is okay.

You were about to go back inside when Nat storms out the door, slamming it behind her as she steps forward.

You weren't exactly sure what to say as you look at her, you'd never seen her in such a vulnerable state before. The usual cool and confident Natalie now replaced with a nearly crying girl, her hair disheveled, her shoulders shaking from the suppressed tears and one of her hands bleeding from a deep cut that you could only assume came from the shattering sound that come from inside the house mere seconds ago.

As she tries to hold in her tears she refuses to meet your eye, her expression changing between hatred, embarrassment, shame and more as she furiously wipes her face with her sleave.

"Nat? Are you o-"

"Go."

"What?? Your hand clearly needs medical attention, we can go back to mine"

"Just go."

"Stop being stupid Nat, I can't fucking leave you like this" you say and step towards her, anger starting to creep into your voice as you can't understand why she's acting this way towards you.

"I SAID GO" she suddenly shouts. "you heard what he said dyke, this was clearly a mistake and it was never supposed to happen!"

Her bloodshot eyes finally meet yours again and all you can see in them is hate and despair, tears spilling out as she bites her bottom lip hard before she looks down at her feet, immediately regretting everything she just said.

"Get the fuck out of here y/n" her voice breaks.

"Nat.." is all your broken voice manages to squeak out as your eyebrows furrow, the tightness in your chest feeling as though it might suffocate you as you finally turn away from her, walking away from who you thought was your best friend only 15 minutes ago - now feeling unsure that you'll ever see her the same again.

a/n: I'm too impatient to wait for the poll to finish, also I can't decide if this should have a sad or happy ending 😜 SEND REQUESTS, MY INBOX IS BASICALLY THE SAHARA DESERT RN CHAT 😢😢😢

#Spotify #natalie scatorccio angst #natalie scatorccio #natalie yellowjackets #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio #yj #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #yellow jackets #lllivia

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dira333 · 6 months

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Wild Dreams - Sero Hanta x Soulmate Reader

For my Follower Celebration - requested by @fuzztacular

and before anyone asks: Denki's soulmate is blind as a bat without her glasses and mistook him for a friend

“Hey, sexy lady.”

You look up from the breakfast you’ve been preparing.

Hanta’s standing in the doorway, exhaustion pulling on the bags under his eyes. He’s still in his Hero Costume, looking almost as dashing as when he left yesterday evening.

You, on the other hand, are wearing one of his shirts that you pretended to throw out months ago and threadbare pajama shirts, your hair hasn’t seen a brush and you’re pretty sure you forgot to take off your make up last night.

But that’s Hanta for you. Flirting with you even when he’s falling asleep standing up.

“Hey yourself.” You wave your spatula at him. “Do you want to have breakfast with me?”

“I want to sleep with you. In our bed. Just… eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. Could we do that?”

You laugh. “You can, but I will be off to work in an hour.”

He takes two steps and drapes himself over your shoulders. “Please?” He whines. “The bed isn’t the same without you.”

“Five minutes.” You agree easily. “Go wash up.”

“YAY!” He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek and dances out of the kitchen while you finish your breakfast.

You’re not surprised to find him fast asleep by the time you step into your bedroom.

He’s curled into himself, leaving just enough space for you to slip in between his arms.

You close your eyes, trusting your phone alarm to wake you up - and allow yourself to slip dream…

Years before

“This sucks.” Hanta mutters and pops another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“What sucks?” Denki’s been fiddlling with his phone, his Nachos precarily balanced on his drink.

“Soulmates.”

“Oh, that again?”

“Yes, that again! I can’t believe I’m the only one in our class who doesn’t have a soulmate.”

“You don’t know that.” Denki repeats his mantra for the hundredth time. “You just don’t have any visible clues.”

“Even Mineta has a Soulmate! He might not have found it yet, but how cool is that? Only being able to see colours when you meet them? That way you know for sure who it is.”

“You could have the same type as Todoroki. Your soulmate is just ultracareful that’s why you haven’t felt any pain yet.”

“Nah.” Hanta shakes his head. “I told you, I don’t have a soulmate. Just accept it and feel lucky about your own.”

Denki levels him with a glare. Right at the collar of his shirt sits his soulmark, four words written out in scraggly handwriting, spelling “What’s up, Dumbass?”

“You shouldn’t give up that easily,” a voice behind him says and Hanta turns, surprised to see the prettiest girl he’s probably ever met.

“I…” He starts, mouth dry, words dying on his tongue.

“Couldn’t help but overhear.” You stick out your tongue as you smile. “But you could be a dreamsharer? Everyone in my family is one.”

“That can’t be.” Hanta shakes his head. “My dreams haven’t changed at all ever since I remember.”

“What a shame.” You put one hand on his arm as you speak and his mouth runs dry again.

“What are your dreams like, then?”

Hanta looks over at Denki who’s eyes are as big as saucers now, urging him to keep talking.

“I, uh… they’re pretty active? Like there’s this new anime that I started watching lately and I keep dreaming that I’m in it.”

You laugh. “Don’t tell me it’s Haikyuu. I keep thinking that I’d make such a great Libero but I keep dreaming of myself as the Ace.”

“You watch that too? That’s funny, it’s the other way around for me! I think the Ace’s are the coolest, especially Asahi or Iwaizumi, but I always dream of myself as the Libero.”

Your smile grows.

“What a coincidence.” You draw the words out and flick your eyes to the front where the doors to the cinema hall open.

“I think you should give me your number.” You say, words coming out so smooth Hanta thinks he’s misheard you. “Just in case we dream of each other tonight. You never know.”

When your alarm goes off, Hanta is dreaming of swinging from building to building, the night sky clear and full of stars above him.

You don’t feel bad to leave him to his own dreams when they’re as nice as today, even less when you know that this has been the last night shift for a while.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #follower celebration #Sero Hanta #Sero Hanta x reader #Sero x Reader #Sero Fluff #Soulmate reader #Soulmate AU

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kingkatsuki · 8 months

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this random thought popped into my head and now I cannot control the brain rot. Thinking about !streamer y/n and !mod bakugo!! streamer y/n who ‘accidentally’ flashes when she sees !mod bakugo enter chat. streamer y/n who feels a rush when they see bakugo block weirdos in chat. Streamer y/n who pretends they don’t have a favourite mod or fan but let’s mod bakugo get away with everything! Like the hold he would have over you 🥹🥹 I love him!

- 🎀

Omg I love this idea so much!!

Mod Bakugou would stop any guys from treating you like shit or talking down to you because you’re a girl, especially if you’ve got a cutesy aesthetic.

Since joining the server you’ve managed to play with him before so he knows how good you are, and if anyone tries to talk shit he’s like “She could end you in one shot, shut your mouth or get muted.” Like he’s not here for their shit.

You secretly light up whenever you see he’s online because he’s always looking out for you, so you make sure to ping him in main chat to say hey, and he rarely responds if it’s busy but you’ll notice the little explosion reaction that he uses beneath your message to indicate he’s seen it.

His friends always tease him because he’s got the biggest crush on you, even though he’s never actually seen your face. But Sero is constantly talking about the soft spot he has for you whenever he’s doing his mod duties.

He’ll never admit it to anyone, but he searches your name in the server to see if anyone’s been talking about you and equally to see what you’ve been talking about whenever he’s not online.

Bakugou always messages you first whenever he needs a partner to game, or someone extra for the team because he just knows he plays so well with you and that he usually wins when you’re on his team.

He’s already in love with your voice, in game you’re so cute whenever you almost get shot or die— the little squeal you make when it happens he wants to record and keep it forever. And he’s been in a voice chat with you and even though he was on mute the entire time he could listen to you talk for hours. And you’re adorable whenever you say his name when you notice he’s joined.

One day you’re brave enough to stream with your face, and you call it your big face reveal and Bakugou could die. You’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on, no exaggeration. And now you’re more confident you start posting outfit pics or face reveals in the server. Where there are a tonne of comments on how pretty you are and how good you look, and how people want to date you so bad— but you’re always looking out for a little emoji reaction beneath your pics from Bakugou🥺

And then it’s time for you to make your own server because you’ve got enough subs, and you’re nervous to do it but Bakugou is already in your dms encouraging you to go for it. And he agrees to be one of your mods😭 so you do!!

And it takes off SO fast. A thousand new members in just a few days, and your poor mods work so hard to make it a great place— but of course Bakugou is your favourite.

Anyone that says anything lewd or inappropriate about you are muted or kicked in seconds. Usually with a comment below it like “fucking imbecile” “dumbass” or something like that. He’s also always the mod you’re gushing about the most, and your fans/followers are now starting to tease that you might have a crush on mod Bakugou. And he wouldn’t ever admit it, but he reads those messages with the dorkiest smile on his face.

So normally you tell your mods to be nice to fans and give them the benefit of the doubt, but Bakugou can roast anyone he likes and he always gets away with it. Occasionally you’ll ping him with a cute “Bakugou don’t be mean!!” and he pretends that doesn’t give him a hard-on. It only makes him wanna be meaner.

And one day you’re getting ready for a follower celebration stream, listening to music and doing your make up in the private mod only chat and Bakugou joins. Just as you’re sitting there in a towel from your shower as you fix your makeup, and you turn to face the screen to see who joined and you’re so surprised it’s him. Excitement gets the best of you and you reach up to wave, but your towel loosens and slips and he gets the quickest EVER flash of your tits and now he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. You’re apologizing profusely and hiding your camera and he’s telling you it’s fine and don’t panic he didn’t see anything (he totally did) and now he’s going to have to spend the rest of your stream with his cock throbbing between his thighs.

You know whenever it’s Bakugou deleting a message during your stream too, because he’s so quick. He’s there telling people to stop being assholes or lose their privileges and people are even commenting on how lucky you are to have such a great mod. Even though he’s terrifying😂😭

After your stream you’re in his dms to apologise again, and he just keeps telling you that it’s okay and that you did such a good job and how proud he is of you🥺

And you keep trying to get him to collab with you on a stream because he’s got his own channel, but he never posts his face on it and as much as he’d love to collab with you the thought makes him SO nervous.

YOU ALWAYS ALMOST DIE when he enters chat, because you get so distracted🥺😭

He’s the only mod that has your actual phone number and you text outside the channel and server. He’s always sending you pics of his day, and you’re always sending him outfit pics.

And the server see you both together in private voice chats ALL the time so your fans/followers start jokingly shipping you together🥺 and someone draws fanart of you but it’s just you and a guy wearing a black hoodie pulled up over his head because no one in the server really knows what Bakugou looks like besides one “face reveal” he did where it was just a webcam of him in super low light wearing a black hoodie.

But you freak out over it because it’s adorable😭 and everyone is pinging Bakugou to get him to comment.

#streamer Bakugou #gamer Bakugou #soft bakugou #I could write about him FOREVER #gamer Bakugou my beloved #🎀 anon

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Fallen for You

Summary: Simeon x gn!Reader. You'd always had a crush on him, but things somehow get more complicated once he's fallen from grace.

A/N: This is really long, and I know the majority of you are Twst fans, but oh my gosh Inlow key love how this came out 😭

CW:Fallen Simeon is mildly suggestive...

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Simeon had fallen. And it was all your fault.

Well, sort of. Obviously, after spending so much time with his ex brothers in the Devildom, he came to question the politics of the Celestial Realm. But his main motivator had been his love for you!

Now no one was letting him see you! And he was furious. Lucifer had locked him in the attic moments after he'd arrived at the House of Lamentation in his newly acquired demon form.

"You're gonna let me out, right?" He said, doing his best to smile sweetly at Asmo, who he knew had been eyeing him as he dropped off his meals.

"No, Asmo, don't give in," Asmodeus muttered to himself, slapping his cheeks as though to wake himself up.

"I'll behave, I promise," Simeon pleaded. "Just let me out."

"Ah, please don't give me those puppy eyes. There's nothing I can do!" Asmo cried, voice cracking.

"Why not? Asmo, c'mon!"

"I can't! You'll eat Y/N!"

"Only if they ask nicely," Simeon smirked.

"Hee hee," Asmo giggled in response, before shaking himself out of it, "No! I mean you'll literally eat Y/N!"

"I won't…"

"With all due respect, Simeon," Lucifer cut in, probably after being concerned about how long Asmodeus was taking, "you don't know that. It's very likely, in this freshly born demonic form, you won't be able to resist the temptation that their soul would offer you."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you! Y/N has the shiniest, most delectable soul I've ever seen. It's hard for us to resist just gobbling them up, and we've had centuries to work on our self control."

Simeon was clearly unconvinced. He loved you. Adored you. You would be safe with him. But the brothers clearly weren't going to budge on this. So he'd just wait.

….

"Y/N. I've been locked in the attic."

You'd been a little down lately. The last time you'd seen Simeon, he'd held you by your shoulders and gave you the saddest look, before telling you he had to go away for a while, but everything would be okay.

Considering before that point you'd been seeing him less and less as he worked on some secret research project, it was incredibly hard not to fear the worst. And now the brothers were clearly hiding something from you. And it was never a good sign if you couldn't even bribe Mammon to spill the secret.

And now you were hearing Simeon's voice telling you he was locked in the attic. You were pretty sure you were imagining it. You had to be. There was no way Belphie would ever let anyone be locked in his attic again, especially considering it was now his favorite napping spot.

But the radio silence from Simeon was starting to wear on you. It wouldn't hurt to peak right? Yeah you'd be disappointed finding it empty, but it might ease some of the angst you were feeling.

"Y/N, please! I need you to save me!"

So you climbed the stairs to the attic. And you couldn't stop your heart from racing when you saw him sitting behind the door like Belphie used to, dressed in his human world clothing.

"Y/N!" He stood up quickly like an excited puppy, before stiffening. His pupils expanded, and he smiled, before purring, "how I've missed you my little lamb. Come here."

You had millions of moments in the Devildom where you would look back and ask yourself if you were a dumbass. This would be one of those moments.

"Simmy? Where have you been?" You rushed to the barrier, knowing you could get through easily since you'd done it before, when you found yourself on your back, staring up at a not so angelic looking Simeon.

"You don't need your entire soul, right? I can have just a little bit, can't I?"

Your jaw dropped as he leaned in, pupils blown wide and clearly no longer seeing you, before a blast of light threw him off you.

"Y/N!" Mammon shouted, shaking your shoulders. "Are you alright?"

You were too dazed to respond. Which was fine because you would have been interrupted by a loud hissing sound. You turned toward the noise and saw Simeon hunched, ready to pounce, dark wings fully extended behind him.

"Fuck," Mammon muttered, carelessly picking you up and running back through the barrier, just as Simeon hit it, with a loud zap.

"You all right, treasure?"

Now that demon(?) Simeon was held back by the barrier, Mammon was looking you all over for injuries.

"Little lamb, I'm sorry I startled you. Come back I swear I'll behave," Simeon purred, gripping the door frame tightly.

"Jus' Shud up, will ya?" Mammon shouted at him, causing Simeon to hiss again.

"Mams, what's wrong with him? Why is he a demon? What happened?"

It had been a long time since you'd been scared by a demon form, but something about Simeon seemed so feral that you'd be a fool not to be scared.

"Little lamb, please, I need you!"

"Look, we'll talk to Lucifer about it, okay, I don't trust him not to…

"You made me like this!" Simeon screeched out. "Now get over here and accept the consequences!"

"What?" You were so startled, you couldn't help but look at him, which seemed to satisfy him, because he was smiling again, as he calmly spoke,

"Those silly brothers have truly told you nothing, huh? Well, I fell for you, little lamb. Quite hard as you can see," he gave a wink that in any other situation would have flustered you so bad.

"Now, be a good little lamb, and come back over here so that I can finally hold you. I'm calm now, see? I was just startled by how delicious you look. I won't eat you, I have control. Please, I need to kiss you, I need to hold you, I need you by my side."

Your hand started reaching out to him of its own volition, before Mammon grabbed your wrist, and then slung you over his shoulder.

"This is above my pay grade," Mammon muttered under his breath as he began to descend down the stairs. You did your best to ignore Simeon's pained screech trailing after you.

….

Lucifer explained everything to you, and made you swear not to go back into the attic until Simeon had more control over his new form and abilities. And since he couldn't trust you to actually keep that promise, you had a brother with you at all times.

The first couple weeks were hard. He would call to you in the sweetest voice and ask you to come see him. He would promise you all sorts of things, just to get you to go back up to the attic.

It was so tempting. And after talking to a very bitter Asmo, you found out it was because one of Simeon's new abilities was to be very persuasive, similar to his charm.

"It's not fair that Simeon can charm you and I can't," he pouted, before perking up again. "But don't worry, all of us are working with him, and we'll help him get it together. Pretty soon, you won't even remember angel Simeon, because Demon Simeon will be just as great!"

Eventually, Diavolo called you into his office and told you some good news.

"We think it would be okay for you both to meet."

"But before you get too excited," Lucifer cut in, "there are some rules."

You groaned and slumped in your seat, causing Diavolo to laugh.

"Trust me, it's not that bad."

"You both have to stay on your sides of the barrier, no matter what he says. He's doing extraordinarily well, but he has relapses from time to time, and as we've all discussed, your soul… well it's different. You shouldn't bring up his days as an angel, unless he does, because he can be a little offensive about it. You can only stay for an hour, and if I tell you we have to cut it short, you will leave without complaint."

"Wait, you're gonna be there?" You shot out.

Lucifer groaned and rubbed his temples, "Obviously. Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will all be there. Don't give me that look."

You pouted, but guessed it was better than nothing.

So as you nervously climbed the stairs with your three chaperones, you started to think about what to say. Turns out he was just as nervous as you, because as you reached the top of the stairs you saw him restlessly pacing back and forth at the barrier/door. He was in his human form, which was good, because you didn't know if you had fully recovered from the last meeting.

When he noticed you, he halted, excitedly gripping the door frame, as he whispered, "Y/N."

"Hey Simmy," you exhaled, looking at Lucifer, who nodded, and walking towards the door.

"I…" his knuckles whitened a little from gripping the frame, but aside from that he was frozen. "I'm sorry for what happened last time, I-"

"No, it's alright, you didn't have control of yourself."

He seemed relieved as he let go of the doorframe.

"Just one of the many reasons I love you, I guess, my little lamb," he laughed lightly. Then he frowned.

"I never did tell you that before, huh? That I love you?"

You shook your head. Sure you'd hardcore crushed on him, and you had suspicions, but prior to your last meeting neither of you had said anything.

"Well, I do," he laughed.

"I love you too, Simmy. So I need you to get completely better so we can actually be together."

"That sounds nice," he sighed. "But why can't we be together now?"

Alarm bells started going off in your head, but you knew it would be better for both of you if you kept a clear head.

"Because you need to get better."

"But I'm better now!" He reached out to the barrier, before freezing. He stared at his hand in disgust, then made eye contact with Lucifer.

"I think that's all I can handle for today," he said through gritted teeth.

"Time to go," Lucifer said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"What?" Your voice was shrill, it even startled you. "No, that was only five minutes, I was told we could have an hour!"

"We'll get there little lamb, I promise. I'm just not ready yet. We can try again tomorrow," Simeon soothed as Lucifer guided you down the stairs. It almost reminded you of angel Simeon. Almost.

….

Everyday, you visited Simeon with a chaperone, slowly increasing the time you were able to talk to him. He had two moments of relapse, but they had both been small, and the barrier had contained them well.

But you were getting impatient. Maybe it was because you were too human, but you wanted to just be able to see him like old times. And you were jealous, because you'd heard Luke and Solomon were already in a phase where they could see him without chaperones.

So one night, you snuck up the stairs after dark. When you arrived at the top, you quietly tiptoed over to the barrier, and peaked in at Simeon.

He was facing away from you, typing on a typewriter that Solomon had given him.

"Someone's being naughty," he said with a laugh as he finished the last line of his typing.

"How did you-"

"I could smell you when you hit the stairs," he took the paper from the typewriter, scanned over it, then set it aside as he turned his attention to you.

"What can I do for you tonight, Y/N?"

"I just, well, I wanted to hang out, you know, without chaperones."

He hummed a little in agreement.

"That sounds nice. But knowing your guard dogs, it's only a matter of time before one of them goes to your room for cuddles, and figures out you're here. Personally, my money is on Mammon."

"I know. But can we just sit together for a minute? We don't have to talk, I just want to be with you."

"Sure," his smile was so warm.

You both sat on your respective sides of the barrier, just looking at each other. You took the time to study him. In his human form, he didn't look much different. His clothes were different, but that just could have been out of necessity. There was a different glint in his eyes as he studied you, and he had less tension in his shoulders. But the rest of him was the same.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" He startled you back to reality, and you nodded. "Can I hold your hand?"

You stared down at your hand for a moment, before slowly putting it through the barrier. He gently took it in his own, caressing each knuckle, sending a delightful thrill down your spine.

"Y/N!" You heard Mammon yell at the base of the stares.

"I should have put real money on it," Simeon sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your palm before reluctantly releasing it.

"Go before we both get in trouble," he said with a wry smile.

You stood up, and sadly walked over to Mammon, who immediately started berating you, and dragging you to Lucifer's office.

"This human was-"

"I know."

Both you and Mammon froze at Lucifer's statement.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long, but that was a test. We have a two way mirror up there," he pointed at a mirror sitting next to his desk, "and we were merely a moment away."

"So wait, does this mean…"

"Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will have to discuss it, but things may be able to change for the better."

….

The second the door was open, his arms were wrapped tightly around you. After he took a moment to inhale your scent, his lips were on your neck, jaw, ear, pretty much everywhere he could reach as he continued to hold you tightly.

Lucifer coughed behind you two. It was one of the rules to meet outside of the attic; one of the chaperones had to be there. But still, you were finally together in a way you could pretend was normal. And Simeon seemed to be taking advantage of it.

"Shut up, old man," he groaned as he continued to press kisses up and down your neck, nibbling a little here and there.

"Simeon," you whined, starting to feel embarrassed by the attention.

"I'm a demon now, baby, I don't care what people think of me," he laughed, but pulled away nonetheless. He held you by your shoulders, reminiscent of the last time you saw him as an angel, studying your face with an elated expression on his face.

One of his hands came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"When we don't have a chaperone, little lamb..." he muttered with a smirk, causing your cheeks to warm, and Lucifer to cough again.

He laughed, the first unrestrained laugh you'd heard from him in a long time. You swore you fell in love all over again.

"Now let's have a seat," he said, sitting, and pulling you abruptly into his lap, before placing his face in your shoulder.

He sighed happily, then through a muffled voice said, "Lucifer can you give us a sec'."

"No."

You laughed at Simeon's sad whine, and gently guided his face up so you could kiss his forehead.

"Don't worry, 'baby'" you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, and delighting in his excited smile. "I think, starting now, we have all the time in the world to be together."

"A new beginning," he whispered.

"Sounds nice," you giggled.

"Yeah," he hummed against your lips. "Lucifer-"

"No."

....

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summermimosas · 3 months

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Itoshi Brothers: U20 Edition

Part 1 to this is here! I explain my basic idealogy for Rin here, so it might be better if you that one first.

The basic tldr is: Rin doesn't see himself as an individual at all, and he doesn't seem to realise it. It's why Sae is pissed and as rude as he is, and it's why Rin feels like he's restricted.

He can be as annoyed about the "Itoshi Sae's little brother" label as he wants, but he hasn't realised he fosters it unconsciously.

Once again, this part is very very nicely covered in @/riririnnnn's post. Please go read their theories linked in Part 1 too!! And the source of this creative bug was @/boinin's work for Rin's Aura-also linked in Part 1.

This is when the realisation finally happens. He realises that he's being shadowed by Isagi constantly, watched, judged, all on the basis of what people expect of him. Of what he's imposed on himself.

And then there's this infamous panel.

No, he's not alone. And it's entirely the reason he feels as restricted as he is. Not because he's not alone- but because the second he feels like he isn't, he starts adapting those labels into himself. He needs to be Itoshi Rin if he wants to develop an ego of his own.

Everyone clap really loudly, okay- really really loudly. This man spends his entire life studying and emulating Sae and it takes him an entire year to realise that he's been doing it and see the problem in it.

Dumbass. Why am I analysing him again?

And this is what triggers his flow state. One of the craziest ones we've seen- why? Not as a flow state separately, no, but because this is what Rin is at this point in time. He may evolve, become a different person at whatever time, but at this point he's keen on finding a sense of self that isn't in relation to anyone else. Note how after the flow state- and the brutal comment Sae makes- he goes right back to "Crushing Sae Itoshi, but destroy Isagi Yoichi first". But now he's still in flow- a true, completely disconnected version of himself that is only influenced by his own thought process.

And Sae, of course, knows. I mean- it makes sense right? He's the only one who's seen Rin before he started playing football, before he became Itoshi Sae's little brother. When he really was just, Itoshi Rin.

At this point, however, he's still focusing on completely destroying expectations. An antithesis of everything he used to be called, everything he used to be. So his aura shifts to directly contradicting Sae's- it is still not his own.

This is why the unusual water theme comes in so late. It is Rin's, of course it is, but until the NEL/end of U20 he never knew of himself.

I will be skipping over the absolute trainwreck that is the ending of U20- you get it. Sae acknowledges Isagi, affirms just about every single one of Rin's insecurities, and this time repeat cycle. Destroy the target of Sae's attention, Isagi himself.

You know what the most interesting part of this all is? AFTER ALL THIS. He's learned so much, he's grown so much. Don't get me wrong, this younger sibling is learning to be his own person.

But. Then you see him in the current NEL Arc.

This fucking idiot- I mean. Ahem.

He's still thinking in terms of other people. Of course, now he's learned to separate himself from the equation, thankfully. But he's still not playing for himself. He's not "Itoshi Sae's little brother" anymore, he's the one who will "surpass Itoshi Sae and destroy Isagi".

Nagi asks the very good question of, what comes after that? Rin is no longer someone's shadow, but still thinks in terms of surpassing them, much like Nagi used to think before the Manshine vs BM Match. And this absolute nutcase. Replies.

You know, he's a stupid guy, but atleast he's honest about his thoughts. Makes it easier for me to analyse him, unlike his emotionally constipated brother.

He's describing it as a baby just born- fitting, because he's trying to find his footing after being label after label in someone else's story. Not that he was doing it intentionally, but it had become subconscious. He hasn't thought about the future, at all, because he can barely understand what he's doing now.

"Number 1? I don't care about that. What I care about is destroying you, Isagi." Well, I've rambled long enough. You get my point now. He's learning!! Like a baby bird learning to fly, very slowly. Hence the newly present water aura. This will become so much more interesting when we learn what happened to Sae in Spain, and if Rin finds out? Well. Maybe we can finally get the resolution I need them to have.

Because, god forbid they have another miscommunication. I will actually lose my mind.

But also, I'm someone who understands Rin on a really deep level because I've had similar experiences with mirroring an older sibling because I had nobody else to turn to for a role model or admire. And I tend to think of myself in terms of other people, too. So this analysis was something that came really naturally to me. I hope it was worth your time.

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s1ater · 2 years

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do something.

pairings. eddie munson x fem!reader

about. eddie tells you his impression on you.

warnings. foul language, set in s4 but not really any spoilers

ricky rocks. tbh i’m very suspicious of eddie, but here’s a short ass fic about him 😁

“so, you and harrington…dating?”

you had to hold back a laugh as you look over at eddie, not being able to tell whether or not he was pulling your leg. and it seemed he wasn’t by the way he looked back to you, waiting for you to answer.

the question was preposterous, mainly because for the longest time steve didn’t like you, and you didn’t like steve—not until he ended up saving your ass multiple times. and from there on, he was nothing but a friend.

“no,” you shook your head, biting down your grin. “no, not at all.”

eddie couldn’t help but nervously smile back, almost regretting asking in the first place, “really?”

you nodded.

“i don’t know if i believe that.”

“why not?”

“c’mon, you and steve?” he talks like you should know this, like everybody knows this. “he was like king of hawkins high, still is, and you’re fucking… you…”

you still smile, watching him try to explain himself. you don’t know what to say and he can tell by the way you open your mouth but don’t say a word.

“now i feel stupid…”

“why?”

“because i just made myself look like a total dumbass in front of you…”

you laugh, “eddie, i honestly don’t think you need to worry about that type of thing right now when you watched me eat shit trying to fight killer bats not even twenty minutes ago.” he laughs now, looking at you, really looking at you like he hadn’t ever seen you before, “what?”

“nothing,” he mumbles, smiling softly now, “you’re just kinda cool.”

“wow, thanks.”

“no, i mean—it’s like i always saw you as someone who lived in their own world, stuck up, y’know? didn’t give a fuck about anyone, which nothing wrong with that, just highly obnoxious if i might say—but, you’re a lot cooler than i thought, i mean the way you dove in for steve like that, without a thought, shows you’re a better person than me.”

you thought about his words, thinking it was strange to receive some outside review about yourself in a whole different dimension with someone you had never thought you’d interact with—but it was refreshing.

you don’t think you had ever had someone be so straight up to you like this—and even as he was somewhat being nice about it, you appreciated it. all your life people were suckers, willing to do anything for you.

he was being honest.

“you know, since you and harrington aren’t dating. who do you go out with?”

“no one.”

“really?”

“yeah,” you laugh, “what, is that so hard to believe?”

“well, yeah. pretty girl like you, you’re all everyone talks about. surprise no one’s done anything about that…”

“yeah, well,” you turn on your heel, now walking backwards, still facing him, “maybe when we get out of this hell hole—if we ever do, how about you do something about it.”

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!

Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫

This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕

Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold

You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?

Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go

Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep

Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting

Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.

For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.

He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"

Or maybe that's just you.

But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.

So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.

You: I'll try

You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi

You: Boss's orders

That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.

Yoongi: Yes boss

Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now

He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.

Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow

You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this

Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight

You: That's the plan

You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.

You: Sorry abour any typos

You: I'm like typing with one hand

Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.

Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation

You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?

Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!

Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -

and then a new message appears.

Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up

Excuse me??

Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.

"Yoongi?"

A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."

The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?

"I - um - thank you?"

Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.

"You ok?"

"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.

"Don't be. It's really cute."

Well thank fuck for that.

"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."

Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."

"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?

"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"

Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."

More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.

"You mean…"

"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."

He exhales shakily. "Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.

"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.

"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"

"A date?"

You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"

"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.

"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."

"Good night, Yoongi."

Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

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baratiddyappreciator · 6 months

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Dating the main Baki cast HCs

Continuing on with these because... idk, I can't find many that I really like.

Baki:

You two would probably get together sometime after Kozue has had enough with his constant putting his life on the line and in danger.

He's not a good boyfriend, but he's not a bad one either. He's really only had experience with Kozue, and even then, they weren't really together for a really long time.

He's either very present or very absent, there is no in-between. Be prepared to be put on a back burner if he wants to train to defeat a strong opponent or just because he yes he absolutely needed to spend an entire month training up in the middle of nowhere.

He does try and be present for you though, he likes to show his partner that he cares and appreciates them. A lot of making food and cuddling whenever he's not obsessively training or getting ready for a fight.

Introduce this man to ASMR and he will absolutely melt tbh, he's already super chill, ASMR would just amplify that level of chill. Once you introduce the concept of a self-care night, he'll be fully on-board.

"Hey baby, are you ready for our quiet night in? The blankets are fresh out of the dryer, they'll be nice and warm."

Kozue:

You two would probably get together a while after she dumps Baki because that boy gives her too much stress to date, but she can indeed keep him as a friend. Let me tell you that the relief of having someone less likely to get themselves killed by being an idiot from planet strong does wonders for this girl.

A lot of average and basic dates, but that's okay, she doesn't need anything fancy as long as you have a good time. It's about the quality with her, and some good quality time is all she needs.

Self care is really important to her, considering she spends a lot of time studying and doing extra-curricular activities (as well as worrying about Baki's dumbass), so playing with her hair during down time or even a little shoulder massage while she's studying goes a long way with her.

High-key needs someone who can reassure her that she's doing the right thing or validate her worries and not make her feel like she's crazy or over reacting about something that stresses her out.

Pamper the hell out of her, this girl deserves it. Get her some cozy pajamas and a nice fluffy blanket, drag her into bed and watch a movie or her favourite idols performing live before bed, help this girlie pop relax after a stressful week.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have crammed that project, I mean, it's not due for another while. Thanks for the help!"

Hanayama:

He met you at a bar, and the man absolutely did not waste any time expressing that he was interested. Unfortunately for him, he's basically physically unable of being suave or subtle, so he absolutely fumbled the bag in the beginning.

Don't expect him to have any idea what he's doing in the beginning, he'll be awkward and confused about what he's doing with you, a lot of just straight up staring at you and than saying something that is (probably) really weird or rude. It takes a while for things to click with him, but once they do and he figures out what sort of things you like, he's actually a pretty good partner.

He's actually really sweet once he figures out what you like. Do you like quality time? Yeah, he can do quality time once in a while, just don't expect him to appreciate it if you ask him to snuggle while he's in front of his underlings. He has a reputation to uphold you know.

He absolutely loves showing off how strong he is for you. Need that jar opened? No problem, he's got it. Just make sure you have a spare container handy for whatever is inside. You want him to help you reach something? Yeah, he can do that, up you go. Anyone bugging you? Not anymore. As a matter of fact, they're never seen again, and if they are, it's definitely in worse shape then they were last.

He's theoretically a great listener, but whether or not he's actually listening to you is a 50/50, because he might just be lost in his own head. He doesn't talk a lot, but when he does speak his mind, you should probably listen, because he doesn't really confide in a lot of people.

He'll absolutely spoil you to show off, but then sometimes he'll get you small, really thoughtful gifts that he knows you'll like. Did your favourite necklace go missing? Don't worry, he's gotten it cleaned, fixed and polished, he's got it in his back pocket in a box so he can give it to you later.

"Hey, I've got somethin' for ya. Turn around and close your eyes, trust me, you'll like this one."

Katsumi:

Honestly, you either met him while just out and about and saw him with the Shinshinkai karate boys, or you met him while you were just out and about. Either way, it's one of those situations where you wind up having no clue how you bagged this one.

He's absolutely the kind of guy to be able to charm your socks (and pants) off but he does it with pure intentions. He just wants to make sure that you know he has eyes only for you.

He absolutely uses his parent's relationship to judge if he's doing things right. Do you look at him the same way his mom looks at his dad? No? Well, looks like he needs to work harder then, because that's absolutely how he wants his pookie to look at him.

You know those giant plush teddy bears? Yeah, so does he. He would absolutely get you one. He would also crawl inside said teddy bear and surprise you, especially if you've had a rough day. So if he asks you to go grab something from the store, then be very suspicious.

Absolutely the kind of guy to cuddle you while you both sleep. He'll wake up a few minutes early just so he can spend some time cuddling you before he gets up to work out. Lots of sleepy kisses and little mumbled I love you's while he rubs your back or plays with your hair.

"Hey precious, good morning. Did you sleep okay? The sun's not up yet, we can stay in bed a little bit longer."

Jack:

Honestly, you likely met him while he was out and about, likely at a restaurant or while he was at the gym, and he probably ignored you the entire time, the man is incredibly used to having to ignore people staring at him, but he's not very used to those stares being literal heart eyes.

He's oddly enough a more competent partner than Baki, but not by a lot. He'll give you attention, sure, but you aren't really a priority in his eyes, just a nice bonus that makes life more enjoyable for him. He'll at least pause his training and workouts to give you a small kiss on the forehead or to look at you while you're talking to him.

Definitely not perfect, he's a stubborn man, and while he'll usually give in to some requests of yours. He's not going to ease up on his training, and he's not going to stop taking steroids, but he will at least refrain from taking them in front of you, and he'll at least bring water with him while he trains.

Katsumi has lazy mornings, but Jack has lazy nights. After his night-time run, supper and a shower, he's perfectly happy to curl up and laze around with you until one or both of you falls asleep.

His voice gets really rumbly when he's tired or right after he's woken up, so talking to him when he's right on the cusp of sleep winds up in him mumbling back to you, not even bothering to open his eyes unless it's just stupid enough.

He's more used to violence, so gentle touches absolutely make him shiver. If you gently scratch the back of his man's neck right at the base of his skull you can knock him out in under five minutes. He can't even complain, it probably helps with his back pain, and he's not above returning the favour.

This man radiates heat too, so a movie night in bed while it's chilly out is just pure bliss with him, because he'd absolutely start tracing little shapes on your back and thighs.

"Hey darlin', c'mere, you're gonna get cold all the way over there. The bed's warm and it's gettin' kinda late."

Kosho:

You probably saw him doing something dumb and dangerous (cough cough standing in front of a charging bull cough cough) and he somehow managed to not die??? And you also managed to not die??? Impressive.

He's not a distant partner, but he's not very close either. He doesn't want you to be seen as a potential weakness for him, but he also wants to brag about you because you're just so gorgeous and precious, and he's absolutely head over heels.

If you like taking care of your hands, that's something he'll have in common with you. His hands and feet are some of his greatest weapons, his fingers and nails especially. Give him a manicure and he will both kill and die for you.

Treating his greatest weapons with such care and gentleness is a surefire way to show that you care about him and his training. Show this man some love, he deserves it.

Playfully bullying each-other is a very large aspect of the relationship most likely, he is a younger sibling, he's gotta get that younger sibling energy out somehow, but he won't cross the line, he's not trying to be mean.

"Yeah yeah, and you're the president of the United States. Should I follow you around everywhere you go like a lovesick puppy to make sure you don't get kidnapped?"

Kureha:

You most likely met him at work, in school, or at the gym. And like most other people, you probably thought that he was really charming and well-spoken. Until you got to know him a little bit better and realized that he's just a straight up bitch.

Unlike Kosho, who playfully teases you, Kureha will sometimes actively be mean to you. If you can roll with the punches though, you'll be surprised to find that he'll start showing you that he doesn't actually mean anything by his snarky comments.

No, he will not let you play with his hair, absolutely not, that is his and his alone. You can look at it though. And don't use his shampoo either. Sure it smells good, of course it does. It's his.

I hope you don't mind messes either, because this man is either one of the neatest people alive, or one of the messiest. I'm talking just walking away from whatever he's doing for hours on end because he got called away to do something, or got the sudden urge to go workout again.

He's also a wild sleeper, so for the first little bit you'll get some good sleep, but once he gets into a deeper sleep you're probably going to get kicked or rolled around.

If you somehow manage to sleep through that, then his fifteen billion alarms are probably going to wake you up. You will not be in a normal sleeping position, because he'll have moved you around in his sleep.

He doesn't really cuddle, but he will let you curl up to him. He likes feeling how much more delicate you are than he is. He's also the kind of guy to just grab your hand and look at it for a little while, doing all sorts of random stuff like posing your fingers or bending your wrist.

"You do know that you've got some of the worst circulation that I've ever seen, right? Your fingers are always so cold, go stick them under some hot water before you give me hypothermia."

Retsu:

It's a case of right place right time with this one, because as far as you were concerned, you were just going to go get some groceries, and now there is a wall of man asking you if you know where they moved the seasoning to.

Very much an old man when it comes to love. He'll take you out on several dates before he actually asks you to be his partner. Not like, six or seven dates, nono, enough dates to just assume that you were already official.

Even when you are dating, this man is going to be working hard to properly court you. Do you want a quiet night in? He'll clean the place up, cook some dinner and set up some nice music so you can have a relaxing atmosphere.

He's also the kind of person to just spontaneously go on a walk. Sitting inside all day when there's good weather is such a waste of a good day, why not go walk through the park to go see the ducks or watch other people having a good time?

A few months into actually dating, he'll just sorta start reading you poetry. Really beautiful poetry too. The man has such a relaxing voice that he could probably soothe you to sleep. Ask him to read you a story during a rainy day and you'll be snoring before he finishes the first chapter.

"Did you want some more tea before I begin? How about a blanket? Alright, let's see what we have here."

Doppo:

Honestly, the only way I can see Doppo getting into a relationship with someone is if Natsue passes away, and even then, he probably wouldn't, but HYPOTHETICALLY, if he did, it would be with someone closer to his own age, he wouldn't want to feel like a cradle-snatcher.

We all know how devoted he is to Natsue, if he falls for you he'll fall HARD, anything you want, you can get it, just say the words. Hell, you don't even have to say the words, if he catches you looking at something for a while with that look of want in your eyes, expect it to be placed into your hands on your next date night.

Speaking of date nights, those happen frequently. He wants to make sure you know just how loved and valued you are, so he's taking you out every weekend for a nice quiet dinner somewhere cozy and pretty.

Expect for him to teach you a thing or two about self-defense. He may be your Superman, but he's not always right by your side, and he wants to know that you're safe.

Katsumi is pretty chill, so he wouldn't exactly mind another parental figure in his life either. Which is good, because Doppo does care about his son, and if Katsumi is against you being with him, he'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He holds your hands a lot. When you're walking, sitting together, laying down to go to sleep, he just likes holding your hands and calling you pretty.

He's a suave mf, he knows how to compliment someone to get their heart fluttering. He'll look you dead in the eyes and give you the most thoughtful, love-filled compliment anyone has ever given you, and he won't stop until you make him shut up.

"Honey, you are the most stunning person I know. I'm lucky that you chose me, because your love is like standing in sunshine, like walking on a cloud."

Shibukawa:

I just can't see him getting involved with someone much younger than him honestly. Just imagining him with a sweet older partner that he can just sit and exist with and talk about life is just such pleasant imagery for me.

Someone who understands all his old aches and pains, and is there to support him through it. He's not decrepit, mind you, he's still pretty spry for a man in his mid seventies, so if anything, he's the one taking care of you.

He loves his early mornings, drinking tea and watching the sun rise, listening to the birds and the sounds of nature before the city comes to life, probably sitting out on a patio, just the two of you.

A lot of mischief. He's a mischievous old man, and you'd probably have to reign him in, he's not as spry as the youngsters he pranks after all, and sometimes someone needs to remind him to slow down a little sometimes.

He probably has a collection of all of his glass eyes, divided between old broken ones and new unused ones, all the way from his first one to the newest ones that he's had made. It pays to have spares.

You know the old people who pop out their dentures to scare kids? Yeah he does that with his eye, and you'd be left either trying to comfort this poor traumatized child or scold him so the parents don't get too upset. You can laugh about it later, don't worry, he certainly will be.

"Oh nonsense! That little brat needed to have a good scare, did you see the way he was treating his parents? It's just a glass eye, give him a few years and that'll be one of the coolest things he's ever seen!"

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki hanayama #kozue matsumoto #kaoru hanayama #jack hanma #katsumi orochi #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu baki #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #shibukawa gouki #baki headcanons #headcanon #romantic headcanons #reader insert

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It takes a mob pt. 9

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Ao3

“So what color flowers do you think Marv would like to be buried with?”

Bill glanced to Ken as the kid made a loud squeal from his place on the counter. The diaper incident was still fresh in mind but for the moment the kid looked content to stay solid.

Ken played with Danny’s legs before continuing his musings,

“We could go traditional roses, but carnations might have a better meaning and shit.”

“I don’t know shit ‘bout flowers.” Bill grunted as he dumped a large mixing bowl of dough on to the table. “But I want his ass cremated, going to put him in an hourglass. Maybe he’ll finally will learn time and place.”

Me-Mah tutted as she measured and cut the portions.

“That child was never one to think things through.”

“It kept Danny out of the limelight, didn’t it?”

Me-mah snorted as she glanced over,

“But, at what cost boy?”

“A hell of an ass whoopin for the most part.”

A voice chimed in, and Bill felt some color leech from his face.

“Ayyyye, didn’t know you were scheduled to hop in Jay! What are you doin’ on this side of the front?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ken take a sudden dive to the floor with a loud thump.

Everyone paused for a second to look at the space the man once inhabited.

“…you good there Ken?”

Ken let out a wheeze as his head popped back into view.

“..Just some fractured dignity.”

“Riiight.. So, I heard you guys had quite a busy weekend, mind catching me up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it busy per se, but you know how- hey hey! Why don’t you not come over! you know what I’ll come over to you!”

Scrambling past the table tops Bill steered Jason back out the door onto the streets.

“You know I was actually going to ask Me-mah about a possible change in meal prep for next week, right?”

“And I can make sure she’s up to date and everything! No need for the higher ups to need to hand around you got your own projects to worry about!”

“Like the project you three have decided to take?”

“..I have no idea what you are talking about boss.”

Bill stumbled as Jason finally dug his heel as they came close to an alleyway opening.

“Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way Bill, and my night’s been headache inducing enough.”

With a gritted teeth, Bill trudged into the ally with little fanfare.

“So,”

Jason started through a puff of a cigarette,

“I would like to preface this talk with the fact that Marv will be fine. Some bruising and a concussion to match but no lasting damage as far as the doc is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s, good.”

“You don’t sound so sure of that.”

“No! It’s- it’s great that Marv is good an’ all but, this is the boss we’re talking about! That ain’t his usual M.O.”

Bill took off his hat and rubbed at his temple,

“I mean, I’ve seen the dude do a lot more for way less. No scarring? No disfigurement? Not even a broken nose??”

“And it was anyone else than it would’ve been so, but it’s Marv we’re talking about. The dumbass is the equivalent of a pittie in a sweater. Besides-“

Jay made a show of flicking the used bud into a puddle before shifting to face Bill and leaning a hip against the grimy wall.

“He had his gun in his holster, if he was trying shit, he would’ve went with that instead of a steel chair.”

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

Home couldn’t come into view quick enough.

Unlocking the door, Bill dumped the bag in his arm before he made a b-line to the kitchen.

The kid had a set of lungs and was making it quite clear that he did not appreciate being hungry.

“It’s okay kid, let it out, good for the soul and all that.”

Bill started to bounce as the microwave warmed the key to his ears’ bliss. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his conversation with Jay in between Danny’s gasps of air.

“What’s the plan? Fling the kid from person to person? Playhouse until gets annoying and pass the kid around like a hot potato? I don’t think there’s a single person who went through foster that wouldn’t be able to tell you how that would work out.”

Gently, Bill removed the tot from his imprisonment before quickly scooping up the bottle and testing the heat on his wrist.

“Do you even know the first thing about babies? How to test their bottles temp and clean them? How about burping? What about Immunizations? Or are you flying by your coat tails? They need commitment!”

It didn’t take as second for Danny to latch on with a content hum.

The quiet bliss could’ve been heroin as far as Bill was concerned.

Making his way back to the fallen bags, he got a glance at the small library that had made its home on his floor.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He could do this, he got his GED last year, so Bill was used to studying. He just had a bit of a time crunch to catch up is all.

“I don’t know shit about kids..”

One of the first things Jay did as soon as they properly introduced him to Danny was drag both of them to Dr. Leslie for an evaluation.

Bill’s original estimate was quite off.

The kid was about four months old.

Reaching over for a dirty towel, Bill shifted Danny to his shoulder and gave him some pats.

He wasn’t above admitting that a lot of what he was told went over his head, but a relative bill of good health was good news as any.

He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter when he noticed the kid’s face.

“What? What’s with dat look? Am I really doing this wrong Al-“

The sound that came out of the kid had no right being that grotesque.

Danny face smoothed as Bill looked down in mild horror as he felt new weight on the back of the onesie.

“..that wasn’t a fart, was it?”

The beginning of another spell of crying kicked the henchmen into gear.

“Right! Bath! Shit, don’t got one those bath thingies- uuhhh… right! Sink time Dano.”

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, Bill went back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet sending a silent thank you to the two idiots who finally went home.

There was a bit of hesitation before he snapped the kid’s buttons off.

“Babies are messy Bill; they piss and shit and throw up to hell and back because it’s the only thing they can really do. If you can’t handle that then you have no right-“

With a quick shake of his hand, Bill made quick work of the kid’s clothes and diaper before turning his head to the side letting out a small gag.

He’s handled men’s entrails falling out of their bodies better than this.

Checking the temperature, Bill held Danny so that his back was to the faucet and started to splashing handfuls onto the mess.

“I know I know, not the most conventual cleaning but we’re going to have to sort that out tomorrow.”

Steeling his nerves, Bill fished out the baby soap from the bag and got to work.

“The things I do for yah…”

One freshly scrubbed Danny looked up with a giggle as Bill meticulously worked to keep the soup from his eyes.

A new problem emerged as the impromptu bath was over. There wasn’t a clean towel nearby much to Bill’s dismay.

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

The sudden clearing of his work schedule via text made Bill pause before he tossed his phone within reach.

Letting out a huff he placed Danny onto the makeshift changing table.

“‘You need an adjustment period’ and ‘Can’t have you working in the high risk now and blah blah-‘ The bosses are acting like I’m some transplant now because of you.”

His complaints were unanswered by his audience though a small squeal of laughter did tug a smile onto his face as he plopped the kid’s rump back onto the clean diaper.

“Yeah.. yeah, yuck it up. Just so you know, this is a once in a lifetime thing goin’ on, so don’t expect me to pull a Wayne an’ bring you back any siblings.”

Dawn was breaking as close is ever did in the city. The early commuters were starting their day and he bit back a yawn as he continued his work.

The two of them didn’t get to go back home until well past three. Both Jason and Dr. Leslie felt it consequential to give Bill a crash course in baby 101 and enough homework to reach his gills to boot.

Something that he was beginning to notice is that plans tend to not hold up when dealing with children.

Sure, Bill hasn’t got much range in experience with kids, but what plans he has made around Danny got shot through like a diamond store on a Saturday.

He planned to never have kids, and now that had one to take care of, he just planned to keep him clean and worry about everything else tomorrow but-

“Shit!”

Waving away the sudden cloud in his Face with a cough, Bill looked down at the scene in dismay.

What was once a perfectly clean skin was now powdered white up to a confused little chin.

“Come one Kid, up, up-“

Bill gently pulled them to a sitting position by the arms with snicker.

“We got the rest of our lives together kid.”

He started to try brush down the excess with a towel as he continued,

“Yeah, this ain’t goin’ to be easy, but hey, I’m in your corner for better or for worst.”

Scooping and wrapping up Danny in a bundle Bill took another glance around his apartment and tried not to grimace.

The kitchen window was patched over with some newspaper and tape and the carpet still had some questionable stains from the past.

As much as it sucked to admit, Bill knew his time here was limited.

A one-bedroom apartment was not good enough for a kid to grow up in.

The feeling a small hand brought him out of his musings.

“Bab bah.”

“You know that's very cute, but I just swaddled you for a reason. Phase you hand back under your blanket.”

With a gently poke Danny was once again fully engulfed.

“I’m going to have gray hairs by the time you learn to crawl, I can just feel it.”

That was another day’s concern, as for today.

“I think it’s time we go lay down for a bit. How’s that sound?”

With a small yawn from his companion, Bill eased into the couch and turned on the tv low with a sense of déjà vu.

‘If dad could see him now…’

And as he started to lose the battle with sleep a passing thought made him let out a small huff.

Maybe he’d give his old man a call, it’s not every day the family expands after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This has been an adventure. I started my tumblr page as a place to throw away my prompts so that someone else could get inspired and my brain wouldn’t hold onto them. I didn’t actually expect to not only use but finish one!

For all of you guys who’ve been following along on both tumblr and ao3, thank you.

Here’s to more stories to come!

#dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #it takes a mob au #jason todd #there is going to be more on this au #but the main story is done!#please tell me your thoughts #it takes a mob

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imfinereallyy · 11 months

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i'll be sure to come back July 2nd and wish you a happy birthday! but as for now, can i please request from your dialogue prompt list, n. 35 “Please leave a message, after the beep.” with Steddie? ♡

this is such a fun idea and i look forward to reading the stuff you'll create! ♡♡

@spicysix I hope this one is up to your expectations, it was a lot of fun to write! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ I had an angsty idea, if anyone is interested in it I might still write it, but today i needed some good old domestic fluff.

“Eddie, are you being serious right now.? Steve huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Steve loved the man beyond anything, but he could be an immature brat sometimes.

Eddie had his hands over his ears, yelling, “La la la, not listening.” In the middle of their apartment. He was refusing to hear Steve out.

“For the love of god, Eddie! Would you just—” Steve moved to grab his boyfriend's arms to yank them away from his ears. Eddie squealed and ran around the couch.

“Eddie isn’t here right now. Please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeep.” Eddie’s hands gripped the arm of the couch, trying to dodge Steve.

“Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous!” Steve crossed his arms in a huff. He thought the party being here would soften the blow, and just maybe Eddie would hear him out. But no, apparently, them being here made Eddie extra stubborn.

Steve really loved the damn fool.

“Is there a reason Eddie is being extra weird on movie night?” Dustin and Will walked out of their kitchen. It was Will, surprisingly, who asked. He had come a long way from the shy kid Steve once knew. He was proud of him.

Especially when he called Eddie out on his bullshit like now.

“I will have you know, little Byers, will of the wise, that I am not being extra weird! This is a perfectly reasonable reaction to an absolute travesty of a suggestion! Also, Steve, you love that I am ridiculous! Don't act like you don't.” Eddie collapsed on the couch dramatically, and heaved out a sound that could only be described as a mix between a sigh and a strangled cry.

Eddie should have gone into acting instead of music. Indeed the man would have made a killing.

“I haven’t seen Eddie this distressed since we told him the bat tattoo didn’t make it after the literal bats tore him apart. Maybe it’s serious.” Dustin bit his lip. It was clear to Steve he was torn between choosing sides between him and Eddie.

It was a tale as old as time really, at this point.

Max strolled into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. “What’s princess crying about now?” She shoved a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

Eddie gasped, “Princess?! I expect the blatant homophobia from Mike—“

A distinct “hey what the fuck!” comes from the bathroom but they all ignore it.

“—But from you Red? I’m devastated.” Eddie gripped his shirt where his heart is.

“I’m bisexual, you dumbass; how can I be homophobic? Besides, that wasn’t a dig at your sexuality but rather the fact you are being a spoiled brat right now.” Max shoved another handful in her mouth as she casually tore Eddie apart.

Steve knew he should defend his boyfriend, but he was a little proud of his kids right now.

“You don’t even know why I am upset! All of you are taking Steve’s side!” Eddie grumbled.

“Dude, I didn’t take anyone’s side. And you haven’t even told us what’s got you so upset.”

Eddie rushed over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. “Oh, Dusty buns, you’re not even prepared. Our dear boy Stevie, just told me…that he’s thinking about shaving his chest.”

The room was silent before Dustin finally said, “Oh, never mind, I am on Steve’s side. That jungle needs to go.”

Eddie fell dramatically into the floor in outcry. Jesus Christ, Steve thought. Why am I into this?

Max put the bowl down, suddenly getting serious. “No, I agree with Eddie; you can’t do that.” She looked Steve up and down; a blush rose as she remained stoic. “Yea, Steve, it needs to stay.”

“Ew, gross! Max! I’m telling Lucas and El you said that!” Dustin scrunched up his nose while Will giggled.

“And? They’ll agree with me!” Max shouted back.

Steve was starting to feel uncomfortable, but Eddie’s smile was wide. It made Steve smile a tiny bit.

But only a teeny tiny bit.

“I agree it has to stay,” Will spoke up with a blush blooming across his face, breaking up the fight.

“No, no! Not you too Will!”

“What? Maybe I just wish I could grow chest hair too.”

“Oh we both know that’s not what this is about!” Dustin tugged on his hair.

Max stuck her tongue out, “Sucks to suck loser.”

The next few minutes, we’re chaos as they all start to place down arguments on what to do about his chest hair. Okay, now Steve was definitely uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright. Enough.” Steve spoke calmly, “I appreciate your concern for my body hair, but please stop talking about it. All of you are my weird surrogate children—“

Dustin leaned over to Max and whispered, “Look mom finally admitted it.” She tried to smother her giggles as Steve leveled them with a look.

“—so it’s a little weird you guys are arguing about it.”

“Stevie, honey. Ignore the children. Actually, just ignore Dustin. And listen to the rest of us. Don’t shave it.” Eddie came up to Steve and rested his hand gently on his chest. His thumb softly stroked the fabric of his shirt. Steve hummed quietly at the gesture; for a moment, he’s forgotten that they weren’t alone.

Steve gently cupped Eddie’s cheeks, before speaking quietly. “It’s just…baby. Baby, i get so sweaty with it.”

Eddie’s eyes filled with mischief. “I know it’s why I like it.”

Steve barked out a laugh as he heard groans throughout the room. Suddenly a burst of noise from the other side of the apartment startled all of them.

“Why are you saying im homophobic? Im not homophobic!” Mike crossed his arms in a huff.

“Until you unlock that closet door, you’re homophobic, Mike.” Max glared.

“What the hell does that even mean!?” Mike stomped.

Steve interrupted before it got out of hand, “Calm down, Wheeler. They are just fucking with you. We know you’re not a homophobe. They are just arguing whether or not I should shave my chest hair.”

Mike scrunched up his nose in disgust. “Ew, why are you guys even arguing about it? It’s Steve. It’s gross either way.”

Steve glared, “Never mind, you’re homophobic for that one. The chest hair stays.”

Eddie screamed, “Victory!”, and started peppering Steve’s face in kisses.

And when the children, who were not really children anymore, started to scream at each other in the background, Steve didn’t even care. Because right here, with Eddie, who made grabby hands at his chest, and his gremlins filling up the place with noise, is home.

***

fluff fluff fluff. also I agree the chest hair should stay.

find the request game here.

#steddie #domestic fluff #max mayfield #implied elumax #implied elmax #implied lumax #Dustin Henderson #Eddie Munson #Mike wheeler #will Byers #Steve harringtons chest hair #stranger things #request game #my writing

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Benevolence

Chapter one: Vivian

Warnings: cussing

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I thought it was the happy hotel, not Hazbin. I thought to myself while staring up at the sign above the giant building. Well, it’ll be good to see Charlie again. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear everyone in the lobby freaking out trying to get themselves situated– quite funny might I add. The person to open the door was a women, with an x over her eye. Interesting. “Hel–” I didn’t get to finish before she closed the door in my face, rude. I heard her started to freak out with the rest of who I presume are the staff. “Alastor! One of the commandments is at the door!” The voice who i believed belonged to Alastor had a radio effect on it.

“Oh what a sense of de-ja vu.” The door opened again to revel red. So much red. Red suit, red eyes, red cane, and antlers. The radio demon was a deer, who knew. “Welcome my dear! How can we help you?” There’s the manners a hotel should have.

“I’m looking fo dear Charlie, her father set up an appointment for her with the head of the exterminators.” The cat dropped a bottle and the spider fell over, well nothing. “She’s just getting ready for the day!” Good. I walked through the door, which should honest get a better bellhop. I waited as the first women I saw went to get Charlie. It was so obvious she was an angel I wondered if Charlie knew – of course I wouldn’t snitch.

The princess of Hell came running, full on sprinting down the stairs so fast I don’t even know if she touch one of them. “Did dad really set up a meeting?” She had stars in her eyes, It was nice to see how much she actually admire her dad. “Wants to help your Hotel, in any way he can. The only condition is I go with you.”

“Why?”

“Let’s say the leader isn’t a fan of your family.”

—

She started singing. She actually started singing. Sometimes I forget how much people in the after life sing. Even Heaven sings a lot. By the time we got to the sign in she looked at me – now done singing – and looked confused. I smiled at her and ranged the bell, a page appearing before us. I signed us in and the doors opened. Here we go. Charlie looked around calling out for someone. “Hellooooo? Anyone here.” It was pitch black but I could still see the silloutee of Adam. Yep Adam, the first man. “Sup.” The lights flicked on and charlie stepped back into me. I steadyed her before taking a seat.

“Oh hi, I’m Charlie my dad set up this meeting for me.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” She started to walked to him as he stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you too.” But she didn’t shake his hand as her hand went through him. He was a hologram. “HAHAHA! I got you! You see that shit Lute?” He turned to the other angel who just nodded at him. “What about you babe? You seen that?” Did he seriously just call me babe? Imma kill myself. “Wasn’t paying attention.” He nodded up and down and looked to Charlie. “It was good shit!”

“Well anyways I’ve been working on the project–” I took this as my que to teleport her notes in front of her with the snap of my finger. “And I really wanna get into it.” But she was sushed before she could even start, as Adam put his hand up. “Slow down, we’ve got time. Want some food, I got just the thing.” He held up a plate of ribs. God Charlie don’t fall for it again. “Oh thank you.” Her hand went through the plate, and I meedietly slapped my head. What a dumbass respectfully. “I got you again bitch! You see it that time babe!”

“Not my name and no I didn’t.” I wasn’t going to indulge him. I never indulge anyone. His mask frowned and his eyes brows pulled together.

—

“So I was playing this gig–” Of course he’s a rock star. “And this virtue chick was digging on the drummer.” He then turned to me to see if I was paying attention to his story. “And I’m like do you know who I am, I’m fucking Adam. I’m the original dick, every dick decens from me, and you think you want drummer dick?” He was speaking as if anyone who didn’t immediately want him was fucking stupid. “So then we fucked and it was great.” What a lovely tale. “What you two do this weekend?”

“Wait your Adam, like first man.That explains so much.” The said man just smiled and stuck his hand up saying. “I know I fucking rock.”

“Well, Adam, Sir, Sir Adam.” She was fumbling and his next words did not help. “Call me dickmaster.” I glared at his masked face. “Adam.” I said my voice final.

“Say my name all you want babe.” Imma throw hands with him I swear to god.

“Anyways, Adam, you seem like a smart stand up guy.”

“Uh huh.” Picking at his teeth. Are you serious?

“I know your the leader of the angels, your a revelational genius.”

“I mean your words sweetheart.”

“Who would want to put his name on something.”

“I fucking love putting my name on shit!”

Charlie walked over to him and put her hands out in a grand gesture way. “It’s a solution to our biggest problem.” He looked to Charlie and smacked his lips. “Oh herpes yeah thats a bitch.” Welllll, I suppose he’s not entirely wrong. “No! Our second biggest problem.”

“Oh ugly people?” My eye twitched. He looked to me with a fucking smirk that I woud wipe off in an instant if he were someone else. I suppose he finally did get a reaction out of me. “Math? Global warming? No thats Earth’s issue. Uhhhhhhh.”

—

“You mean when you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay! But wasn’t she like ‘hey I want equality’!” I raised my eye brow to him and looked him up and down. “Hard to believe you could get to a fifth date.” Now it was his eye that twitched. Before he could make a comeback Charlie groaned.

“No our shared problem of over population in hell!”

“OHHHHHH! That’s not a problem. Lute how many demon you kill this year?” The angel at his eye finally spoke up. “Got a good 275 sir.”

“275! Woah, awesome job!” The angel fist bumed her boss and glared at me. Fucking bitch. “No! Not awesome, those are my people, my friends.”

Adam nodded his head put his hands together. “Must suck for you!” Charlie heart looked broken listening to them, and this is exactly why Lucifer sent me with her. “Watch it. That’s royalty our speaking too. And sinners and saints souls are no different, death comes for both, and they both live a life.” Lute glared at me trying to burn a hole through my skull while Adam titled his head.

“Sinners may have made mistakes, but so has everybody.” Lute turned her glare to Charlie. “Angels don’t make mistakes.” I wasn’t going to let her continue her bullying, I’m over this shit. “Tell that to your bloody uniform, how bout you wash it. Would hateee for your secret to get out.”

“Listen to Lute babe, I’ve never made a mistake in my fucking life.”

“The only reason your here is beacsue daddy gave you and your hell born kind a pardon. How does it feel to know how little you matter.” This bitch. I stood up and yanked her away from Charlie. My hand didn’t go through her hologram. My hand was burning like fucking hell, but I had enough power to reach her as long as they were being projected here.

Her eyes widened as I pushed her to the ground. “Watch you fucking mouth, or next extermination I’m coming for you.” Before I could take another step Adam cleared his throat. “I guess we should hurry this up.” Charlie pirked up at that while she started to sing her little presentation to Adam – all the while I was keeping my glare on Lute.

“Let me stop you right there save us all precious time. (oh okay) if what your suggesting is letting them climb up the latter. Oh they rather cross the pearly gates.” Okay, I’ll admit it, his voice is fucking awesome. “Sorry sweetie but theres no defying their fates cause hell is forever weather you like it or not. Had their chance to behave better now the boil in a pot, cause the rules are black and white. Theres no use in tryin to fight it, there burininn for there life until we kill the again.” I started to speak up but he put his finger up to my mouth, stopping me. “Just try and relax babe, your wasting your breath. Did I hear you imply that they don’t deserve death?” I started to back up pushing Charile with me. “Are they winners? Are they sinners? Cause it’s cut dry. (well actually if you take a look at this–) Fair is fair, an eye for an eye. When all said and done. (Said and done) Theres the question of fun. And for those of us with divine ortainment, extermination is entertainment! Gutair solo fuck yeah!” He started to fly around with Lute while other angels appeared around us. “Cause hell is forever weather you like it or not, had their chance to do better now they boil in a pot. The rules are black and white, there no use tryin to fight it. (Where did all of you people come from?) There burning for their life until we kill them again. FUCKING HELL!” He brought out a guiatr and now I know the part he played in his band. “Is forever and it meant to suck a lot. You have to give up your endeavor cause you don't have a shot! He flew up beside me and leaned against my body he was slightly gitching, but I could feel him – just barely – but I still did. He was cold. “Now that I have your attention I guess I should mention that we made a determination! To move up the next extermination! (What?)” I pushed him off me and and turned to him, pure shock on my face. This mother fucker. My eyes started to glow purple and I could feel my power running through my veins begging to be released. “Can’t wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know it’s been a week but we’ll be back in six months.” And the he pushed us both out the door. Charlie was quick to try and get back into the room but it closed quickly. “Shit!” Imma fucking tear their souls apart and have them feast on it before ripping there throats out.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Official Girl Part 2

AN: Always believe in making the most of your second chance

Synopsis: After Jack made the decision that the two of you should just be friends, he finds himself wishing that he could have that ol thing back

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a whole bunch of my beautiful readers! I love yall so much!

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Jack had now been on tour for two months and he was excited to be able to travel the world and perform for his fans.

He admits that he got less excited when the realization hit him that you wouldn't be with him a week before it kicked off.

That had been the original plan.

Until you cheated on him.

Well, technically it wasn't cheating since the two of you weren't officially together.

But, at the time the two of you weren't talking to anyone else so...

Jack considered it cheating.

Jack and his entire team were currently on a flight to Finland and he was passing the time by scrolling on his phone.

On instagram.

But more specifically,

Your Instagram.

He had been wondering what you had been up to since the last time the two of you had talked.

The last time the two of you had talked, he had told you that he only wanted to be friends.

But, the question is....

Is that what he really wanted?

He was interrupted by Urban who had peeked over his shoulder and seen what had him so intrigued.

"You have literally been on her page for close to an hour."

"No I haven't."

"You have. Will you just talk to her? We can all tell how much you miss her."

"Nah, I just...."

"You miss her so stop acting like a dumbass and get your girl back."

"But she cheated on me."

"Ehh, I wouldn't exactly call that cheating."

Jack raised his eyebrows in response to Urban waiting for an explanation.

"You never actually asked her to be your girlfriend and seeing that video might have made her think you didn't want to be with her."

"But..."

"I'm not done. What she did was fucked up and definitely should have asked you first but I mean come on... you can only be so mad at her.”

"But..."

"And another thing. It was your idea for the two of you to be friends and not hers. You sitting up here miserable knowing that you still want her. You haven't even been with anyone else since her."

"She probably doesn't want to talk to me. She probably moved on. She literally hosts parties for other celebrities as her actual day job with people constantly surrounding her."

"I doubt that."

"Besides, I'm good."

"Good with what? The two of you being friends but barely talking? Not even barely now that I think about. Not at all. You haven't said anything to her since that day we saw her in Atlanta. Friends don’t do that."

"I'm just focusing on myself Urb."

"Uh huh focusing on yourself but rereading her text messages over and over and stalking her Instagram page?"

Silence.

"Exactly. Just talk to her."

"But... I can't trust her."

This lead to Urban rolling his eyes.

"Did you forget about the little reputation of you being a playboy? You not so innocent either."

"I just.... what if she does it again?"

"The way that you told me she was pleading for you to take her back, I doubt it."

Neelam couldn't help but to overhear the conversation and she simply rolled her eyes.

She wasn't a fan of you in the slightest since finding out you "cheated". But if we were really being honest, she really didn’t like you before that either.

She really wouldn’t even say two words to you and you could never put your finger on as to why.

You had heard such good things about her, but the way she acted towards you, made you steer clear.

"You can do better."

This caught both Jack and Urban's attention.

They knew that Neelam didn't care for you.

Urban was all for giving you another chance and Jack well, he just didn't know what to do.

"Nee..."

"No. She was dead wrong for what she did. She could've just asked you but instead what does she do? Go and fuck her ex. My vote is no. Besides for your image do you honestly want to be connected to an Instagram influencer?"

"But, she made me feel different. A good different."

"Don't tell me that you love her." Neelam said as she rolled her eyes.

Jack simply looked down at his phone at one of the last text messages that you sent after he had cut ties with you.

Jack, I can't tell you how sorry I am for doing this to us. You mean everything to me and I do admit I acted out of anger. Just please give us another chance so I can prove to you that you're the only one for me.

As hard as it was for him to do, he left you on read when you had first sent the text.

His biggest concern was if the two of you actually did get into a relationship he needs to be sure that nothing like this will ever happen again.

"But I do."

---

You were currently getting ready for one of your many club appearances and you were actually excited for this one.

It had been a long time since you had gotten excited for your job and embraced the feeling.

You were still somewhat sad about the whole Jack situation, but I mean... as much as you wanted to you couldn't stop living.

And you definitely wanted to when he said that he just wanted for the two of you to be friends.

Your heart shattered that day.

You were... better.

You did leave your apartment for things other than work which took a lot of effort on your part.

However, if you could turn back the hands of time you would.

Then maybe just maybe you would be a whole lot happier right now.

Tonight you were headed to Blue Flame in downtown Atlanta and you would be hosting no one other than Drake himself.

You were a huge fan of him and his team actually reached out to you a few weeks ago for the event.

Of course you said yes.

It was nearing 10 PM when you started to make your way out the door, wearing one of your newest outfits that you bought in order to give yourself a little pick me up, while wearing your famous Hello Kitty necklace that Jack had bought for you and decided to wear your hair down.

You were honestly surprised that he didn’t ask for it back seeing how you knew this shit was expensive.

He had went to the same person that made his Kentucky chain.

I guess it just serves as a reminder as to what was and what used to be.

You just prayed that tonight would go smoothly.

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Drake caught wind of Jack being in Atlanta and invited him out to his event at Blue Flame since he was taking a few days off.

This just so happened to be the event that you had put together and Jack didn't realize it until he saw your post on instagram and he was already on his way to meet him.

You had seen where he liked your post and your heart had definitely skipped several beats.

But, you decided not to get your hopes up since he literally told you that he wanted the two of you to be friends and nothing more.

You were making your way around the club mingling with everyone until you saw him.

Jack.

Your breath immediately hitched and you had to regain your composure before someone noticed your sudden change in demeanor.

You knew for a fact that he hadn't been there 20 minutes ago since that's the time you had left Drake in VIP.

He was now sitting with him and you also caught sight of Urban and the rest of PG.

Your friend Kayla just so happened to come with you and immediately saw that you became flustered.

“You okay?”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“He’s here. In VIP. With Drake!”

“Okay, so this might be his way of telling you he wants to try again.”

“No, he made that very clear that he only wanted for us to be friends.”

“It’s been a few months so you never know.”

“I doubt it. Like you didn't see the way he looked at me when he said it. He was so hurt and the fact that I was the cause behind the hurt… just… he made me so happy and I ruined it."

"But he has to see your side too. You didn't have a title to your relationship."

"True, but I hurt him and I hurt him bad. And then ended up hurting my damn self."

"But didn't he also tell you that there could possibly be hope for the two of you in the future?"

"Hmm yeah.. but like I said. I'm not getting my hopes up. And fuck I have to go back up there."

"I'll go for you."

"Thank you. I just can't do it."

Meanwhile in VIP, Jack was having an entire meltdown ever since he saw you making your way around the club down below.

Drake had told him that you had literally been in VIP with him ten minutes before he had gotten there.

He was secretly praying that you would make your way back up to VIP, but he had no idea what he would say to you if you did.

He even ordered alcohol which had Urban confused as all hell seeing as he hadn’t drank in a year.

“Would you stop staring at her?!” Urban basically yelled at him.

“I’m staring?”

“Yes, again. For the eighth time. Go and talk to her.”

“Nah, she doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“I wish you would stop being a dumbass about the whole thing. She has to know you’re here by now.”

“Well I’ll be here for a few days so maybe later.”

All Urban did was roll his eyes.

“You just like being miserable, huh?”

“Well, no... just.... what if she doesn’t even want to be friends anymore?”

“You are literally raising your blood pressure up for no reason. SHE WANTS YOU BACK.”

“I’m going to need another drink if I’m going to get through this.” Jack said while staring down at you talking to one of your friends down below. His eyes hadn’t left you all night.

“And you don’t even drink anymore, so therefore I know it’s bad.”

“She makes me nervous, man.”

“I can’t wait until you grow some balls and go talk to her, I’m about to go get her.” Urban was trying to get up but Jack immediately pulled him back.

“NO! I’ll do it.”

“I don’t believe you and you’re about to be staring at her all night.”

“Just.. I will....”

“SHE’S LEAVING! GO GET HER!” Urban exclaimed as he saw you making your way towards the exit.

“I need another drink.”

“SERIOUSLY?”

---

You had taken a shower and gotten settled and was now laying down considering it was almost two in the morning.

You number one mission had been to avoid Jack and you had been successful... or so you thought.

There was a knock on the door leaving you confused on who it could be.

You figured it might be Kayla since she did come over from time to time after you two would be finished and event so you went to open the door startled to see that Jack was on the other side of it.

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance.

He looked so good and you were not expecting for him to come and see you.

I mean yall hadn’t talked for months and you figured that he didn’t want to be bothered with you anymore despite him saying that the two of you could be friends.

Friends didn’t ignore each other and the last thing you wanted was to be rejected so you didn’t bother to reach out to him first.

“Uhh, hey...”

You were immediately cut off when he reached down to kiss you taken you aback and surprising you.

“What...Umm.. okay that was... unexpected.”

“I just... I miss you okay and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“But you said...”

“I know what I said but I’ve been fucking miserable since I told you that I just wanted for us to be friends. And seeing you tonight in person....”

“So you still want to be with me even after I treated you like shit?”

“I should have made you my girlfriend a long time ago and that wouldn’t have ever happened.”

You moved to the side so that he could come into your condo and you both sat in the living room next to each other as you were taking this all in.

This has to be a dream of some sort because you couldn’t believe he was here in front of you.

He simply took your hand in his and you missed this feeling of the two of your hands being together.

“So, what do you say?”

Your eyes started to water because you honestly didn’t think deep down that you deserved a second chance.

“But, I hurt you and I shouldn’t...”

“I’m willing to start over if you are. Like a clean slate and I promise to never bring it up again.”

“Jack... but it’s still going to hang over my head. Like you are the only want I wanted and when I saw the video, I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“I just wish you would’ve came to me because I would have told you everything, but I’m at fault too because I should have flat out made my intentions clear. I mean even though I bought you things and spent time with you, that isn’t the same as flat out telling you.”

“Very true.”

“I’ve fucking missed you so please give me an answer and if you don’t want...”

“Hold up Jackman, I never said I didn’t want you or didn’t want this. I just...”

“Just let me love you the way I know you deserve to be loved.” Jack pleaded with you as he slid you onto his lap.

“And from now on, you come to me when you need an explanation about something, not anyone else. Understood?”

“Yes, I get it.”

“Soooo...”

“Soooo.....”

“You want to pack your bags so you can come with me on tour when I leave again in a few days and stay with me until then?”

“Yes, I’d love too.” You replied while kissing him and then Jack proceeded to place kisses all over your face making you laugh.

“I missed you so much.” He confessed as he pinched your cheek.

“I missed you too. And you can tell Urban I owe him 200 dollars.”

“Wait, for what?”

“We made a bet saying how you would take me back and he was right so I’ll run him his money. He said you were miserable and knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me for too long but I didn’t believe him. He actually told Drake to set this whole thing up apparently and he was expecting for you to talk to me when you saw me tonight.”

“Urb be getting on my fuckin nerves because he’s always right all the damn time.”

“Come on and help me pack and you can worry about killing him later.” You replied while kissing him once more.

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xxchthonicreaturexx · 1 year

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Hey I heard you write dark themes so I was wondering if you could write what would the Greasers (Tim & Curly too) be if they found out there partner used to/still SH. You don't have to and that's completely fine I just never seen one and I think that's a topic I would like to see someone else's opinion on. :)

No problem at all :) I too want some darker themes in the fandom lol

ALSO to anyone struggling with this; You aren't alone <3 as someone that has too struggled with sh, you're more than welcome here.

Ahhh- why is Tim's so much longer than everyone else's 😭🙏 anyways normal headcannons might not be as long as this fie the characters, but I do feel strongly about mental health and stuff like this, so that's why there's kinda more detail than just a bullet pointed list.

Trigger Warning: S3lf harm/ scãrring.

TIM SHEPARD

Well, starting off, I feel like Tim would be the best with finding out out of all of the boys? Would he be slightly upset though? Absolutely.

If you watch the series you'll see that though Tim can be a royal asshole and kinda cocky, he actually is pretty wise and cares about others. When finding out his s/o self harmed, however, I feel like he'd be kinda quiet.

The night could be going by like normal, he and Curly fight a bit, s/o is helping do dishes after their crappy "family dinner". S/o's sleeves get pushed a little too far up while rinsing off some dishes, or maybe he's visiting you at work and he sees the pant leg of your pants move up a little too far while you're rushing to grab something from the other side of the building. Whatever it is, he won't immediately say anything.

I feel Tim will let it fester. Not enough to where he's avoiding it, but kinda like- if he sees it once, he wants to try and see it again, or mention it to see how you'd react before outright asking you. Remember, Tim isn't the softest guy either, but he's trying.

When asking you about it, it's probably at night. Curly and Angela are either out at a friend's or in their own rooms and you and Tim are probably on the couch for your sacred nightly cuddle session. His arm is around your shoulders and suddenly he couldn't care less about the stupid black and white tv.

"Listen, babydoll." he'd start, shifting so your bodies were facing each other and you were looking at him instead of the screen.

"I don't cry. Haven't since I was real young. I don't cry but I found other ways to cope with when times are hard. There's a difference between good and bad coping though, you got that?" He'd ask you, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles, something he'd rarely do, but nevertheless it was comforting.

"I know that line can be blurry sometimes, but you're not alone, yeah?" He never outright told you how he knew, or outright asked you to stop, but even if Tim's a cocky asshole, he's very attentive to his s/o. If something seems remotely wrong or if he sees any new marks he's sure to give his partner his own way of comforting them.

Curly Shepard

Ahhhh Curly. He's so alike Tim, and yet so different at the same time. Where Tim doesn't outright confront you and casually just tells you that he's there, Curly is not as shy about it.

Honestly, I could see his dumbass being like "Hey, where'd you get those cool scars, baby?" And just cue him waiting for some entertaining story while you facepalm.

Though, yes, he most definitely would say something dumb like that, he's also not entirely oblivious. If your scars were in a mess common area or weren't somehow a pattern, he'd ask where they came from, but if for example you had a row of scars on your wrist or arms, and it was much more obvious than the sneaky ones, he's would catch on.

Unlike his brother, Curly would probably grab your wrist the first time he saw them. Grab your arm, rug your sleeve up and clench his jaw as he tried to find the right words. He's pissed. Not at you, but who or whatever made you feel like you had to do this. He'll curse a few times and probably ask you who made you do it. He'd be an angry little whiney boy for a while but after cooling off he'd probably coddle you. Cuddles and soft affirmations, hair stroking and the softest neck and shoulder kisses you've ever felt.

Despite wanting to look just as tough and badass as his brother and Dally, I could also see him as the type of person to ask if he can doodle over the scars. Cute little pastime of his, as also his way to show you that even if you have scars, he still finds them valuable.

If you or anyone mentions it though, he'll throw a huge fit. 🙄

Darry Curtis

HA. You think he's not going to yell at you? Oh no, sweetie, he's yelling. He may not yell at you as much as he does the boys, but he's yelling. The moment there's tears though, he's tearing himself apart.

It truly is out of concern though. This dude has lost so much already and is constantly reminded that he could lose his brothers at any moment if one of them does something too reckless, but now add into the mix you? It breaks Darry's heart. He can't stand the thought of losing you, and ESPECIALLY doesnt want to imagine what happened to make you so sad that you'd turn to a blade, or to whatever you used.

His strong hands would no longer gently rub your sides anymore while cuddling in his chair, but rather, they'd trace over your scars mindlessly as he read the paper. After the yelling, he'd basically get down into his knees for you to not harm yourself anymore. He's apologizing profusely for his volume and harshness, but at the same time he's hoping you understood just how important the topic was to him while doing so.

He's not the best with emotions. Much better at them then Tim or Dallas, but he's more awkward with them. He'll hold you if you cry though, and will make sure to check up on you much more often. Expect more late night sentimental chats and slow dancing to Elvis while everyone else is sleeping.

Sodapop Curtis.

Well...Soda is pretty good at keeping his real emotions hidden. He's the happiest greaser on the surface but in actuality he's hurting just as much as anyone else. He's no stranger to self punishment. He doesn't self harm, but he's familiar with the concept and would sometimes sabotage his relationship with girls for the sake of him not feeling good enough.

Like I said, Soda doesn't self harm physically, but he's familiar with the concept. That being said, I feel he'd be pretty upfront and open about it. He's a sensitive guy and of course he'd shed a few tears, because let's face it, he's terrified once he finds out, but he's one of the best ones in the group for a self harming s/o.

He won't make them talk about it, but he will. It could be a late night drive, or even a sleepover where Pony took the couch so s/o could sleep with loverboy. He'd graze his lips against s/o's ear as he whispered sweet nothings and would tell them stories about how he would sabotage himself for the hell of it sometimes. He'd kiss their knuckles and try not to cry as they tell them that they don't have to be alone. Hell, ESPECIALLY if s/o is the type of self harmer that's usually pretty happy on the outside.

"Angel, I don't want you to harm your beautiful skin like this, okay? If you feel the urge to hurt something take it out on me, okay? I can take it for you." You'd probably never harm Soda in any shape or form, but he still offers it because he's trying. Not always the brightest, but he's trying for you <3

Ponyboy Curtis.

I'm not even saying this to be funny, but I genuinely feel like his next creative writing assignment will be based on it. PoneMcbone here will write this beautiful little short story with just enough of a dark undertone that gets him an A, and also helps him cope with finding out.

It's cannon that writing comes naturally to Pony, and it's his escape. Once he finds out that you've self harmed, he's not sure how exactly to react. In fact, you'll probably have to mention it a few times to get a real serious talk out of him. That's not to say he doesn't care, but he's just not used to the idea. He cares, he really does, but he can be slightly insensitive.

"Why would you do it if it hurts?" Gee, thanks Pony. Great with words. Uh, yeah, he'll be a bit blunt, but he'll probably ask you some questions about it. I feel like he'd be much more interested in trying to figure out the psychology behind it and how it helps you, but in the end if it was a big problem or if he ever found new scars, he'd probably write little compliments over them. Also, with how strangely pretty his handwriting is, you've thought about getting some tattooed over the scars.

Perfect little snippets of poetry on your scars, reminding you that no matter the scar or the history that you're still beautiful and Ponyboy still loves you.

He probably reads you some of his stories while you lay with each other and makes a specific one for days particularly bad for you. Has all of this cool symbolism and shit and it's just so wholesome despite him being horrible at outright comforting you.

Steve Randle

I'm going to be so deadass right now, I kinda wanted to skip Steve. I feel like I just can't grasp his personality down enough. Like, watching the series has made me better understand these characters so much better, but I feel like Steve is one of the most... misunderstood characters? That doesn't seem like the right word but we'll go with it.

I feel like Steve would be a bit pissed off about it. He wouldn't yell, but he'd be slightly passive aggressive. He's kinda an angry dude however, the series portrays him to be more so protective and slightly territorial??? Like- I think if he saw or found out you self harmed he'd almost treat it like you're sick. Like you aren't allowed to clean or work too hard after he finds out or he's kinda pissy. He's definitely to type to rub lotion into your scars though as a way of helping you "heal". Probably is one of the very few that takes the time to research how to help. And like hell is he asking Ponyboy. Ponyboy doesn't know shit anyways-

If your friends knew I think it'd be a bit iffy with that too. If your friends made a comment about the scars or a joke he didn't find funny, you'd probably have to distract him or make it clear that you didn't mind. He's probably the most likely to carry you though as a form of comfort. Like, carrying you like a baby and rocking type shit. Might be embarrassing if anyone walked in, but low-key I feel like he'd be pretty good at that shit 👍

Two-bit Matthews

Similar to Sodapop, Two also wears a metaphorical mask. Although he's the funniest in the group and never turns down a good time, he knows the hurt. Twobit himself self harms similar to Sodapop. It's a more emotional harming than physical. He would screw something up just for some shits and giggles to make jokes and would drink away his feelings.

Honestly, I could see Two offering you some drinks instead of harming. It probably wouldn't help much and may even create an alcoholic, but he's trying. No, he's not shitfaced all the time, but he does rely on a decent buzz somedays. If he found out while he wasn't completely sober he'd probably not take it as seriously. Twobit is Twobit. He'd probably make some jokes that may be slightly insensitive but that's more so to keep himself from being upset by finding out. If he's sober however, and he finds out, he's much more gentle about it. He may still make a joke here and there while he closely examines some of your scars, but it's more so little encouraging quips and little sympathy jokes to try and get you to smile for him.

He doesn't want to see you sad, as what keeps him going is your laughter and encouragement, so if he sees you down he's definitely a bit rocky himself.

Overall, i feel like he'd try not to mention it a whole lot. If you needed it, he'd be there for comfort, but he wouldn't usually be the first to mention it. Jokes are another coping method for him most definitely, but he'd only ever joke about self harm if you did it first. Kind of his way of being reassured that it's not a sensitive topic and he's able to make light of it.

Dallas Winston

"Don't be like me, doll. You knock this shit off before it eats at you and you aren't able to walk away alive." As tough as Dally is, he's kinda emo. (I'm so sorry-)

Dally's been around. He's seen shit, he's done shit, he's been through hell and back basically. He pretends he doesn't care, but in reality he's still a hurting little boy that needs a home. When he sees the scars it's almost an immediate game changer. He somehow feels more connected to you? That's not to say go hurt yourself to get closer to him emotionally, but in a strange way it somehow comforts him too. He's not alone and you understand.

You two comfort each other. Dally's self harmed like any other and tried almost everything in the book. The moment he sees you scars though, he seems pissed. Lights a cigarette and blows the smoke in your face to purposely annoy you while he tries to calm down. He doesn't want to yell or scare you, that's not what you need, but Dally hated being sentimental and was absolutely shit at speaking about his feelings. After he smoked his stick though, he would force you to look at him by grabbing your chin.

"I'm only saying this once so pay close attention." He'd start, flicking his cigarette off to the side, "You want something to hurt, hurt me. I can take it. But if I ever catch you hurting yourself again, I'll kill you, you got that, doll?" Unlike Soda's attempt to make you feel better, Dally actually means that. He truly would rather you hurt him than yourself, but perhaps that's how you both begin to heal together.

Johnny Cade

You're sitting in the lot, hand in hand, looking at the stars. Johnny's jean jacket hung around your shoulders and you guys are talking quietly amongst yourselves. What's being said? Johnny trying not to cry and telling you he understands.

Johnny doesn't want you to self harm. No way in hell does he want that, but he's actually one of the few boys that won't ask you to stop. Rather than begging for you to stop he just hugs you and tells you he gets it. And he does. He's not as big on self harm as Dallas, but he has thought about suicide before. He's no stranger to it and makes it known that he's got you. Does he cry? A little, yeah. He cares a lot about you, but he has full faith that you'll be okay.

He'll probably ask Dally about it to be honest. Being close with Dally means Johnny knows about his issues, and who better to ask for advice than from someone who's went through it all? Dally, though not the best help, does give Johnny a few good ideas for some alternatives. Johnny would be the one to give you rubber bands for snapping on your wrist only to kiss the same spots you snap whenever you're sharing cute little moments together. He knows that it's hard to stop coping with hard things once you find a method you like to use, but he's all for trying to shift you to a healthier one.

In all, Johnny is probably the most patient one. He and Tim are only ones that are comforting and yet calm about it. They know it may take time to get out of bad habits, but they're there for it every step of the way. Unlike Tim though, Johnny is much better at talking about it and much prefers you venting at him about your issues and feelings than harming.

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jake riley x male reader

he may be ooc as I don’t know him that well but I tried

FEM DNI (you will be blocked)

this is smut (surprising ik) ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+. this is my best try at making a feminine male reader (there will be more feminine pet names and reader is imagined w/ femine clothes) so if you have any suggestions to help me pls tell me! alsoooo mention of drugs (just ppl having them at school, reader isn’t drugged nor takes drugs) .

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Your last class of the day finally finished, it felt like forever when it was maybe 40 minutes long. You and your friends started talking while walking down the stairs until, you looked over and saw the same cop look at you. You rolled your eyes, “Whoever he is he’s such a weirdo.” Your friends laughed, “Or maybe he thinks your a druggie.” One said and punched your cheek. “Get off me weirdo.” You lightly pushed them and walked away. “Awww we’re sorry our little baby, did we offended you?” You stopped and glared at them, “Meet me outside right now.” Sadly you didn’t see the cop next to you, “No violence.” You took a deep breath and looked at the cop to realize it’s the one who keeps looking at you. “It was a silly little joke, you think he’d honestly try to fight us?” One of your friends said. The cop just walked away.

“Guys he’s totally a creep, you gotta listen to me.” You said. “My boyfriend isn’t a creep you dumbass, don’t be jealous you can’t pull any bitches.” You acted offended, “Did YOU, just say I can’t get any bitches? I can pull anyone I want.” Your friended looked at you like you were stupid, “Go talk to them guys over there and get their number.” You looked and saw two guys who went to your school, “Them are the ones who always has the drugs.” You looked back at your friend, “Are you trying to make me get free drugs for you?!” Your friend playfully hit you, “NO! Just go talk to them!” You sighed but got up, you were going to prove all of them wrong, you can pull bitches.

You were starting to regret even getting up. As soon as you went to them they looked at you like they were about to eat you alive. “Hey I was wondering if I could get both of your numbers..” you gave them a sweet smile. “Sure.” They both gave you it and you chatted a little more until you felt someone glaring at the back of your head, you turned around and thought it was your friends waiting for you but they were just talking. You excused yourself from them and went back to your friends, “We’re y’all staring at me? I swear I felt someone like glaring at me.” They all said no and you went on with your day.

When you went home that night, you felt something was off but you couldn’t stop thinking about that officer, you would never admit this to anyone but he does magical things to you for some reason.

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Rumors were going around about the cops talking to students and some other stuff, you didn’t pay attention because well, you didn’t do any drugs nor interact with the people who do them. So you should be safe, well at least you thought. You were walking back to your class after using the bathroom and heard someone say your name, “Are you Y/N L/N?” You turn around and see the officer you thought about last night and maybe jacked off to last night, “Yes I am, why?” You felt your pants get tighter the more you heard his voice. “Follow me, I’ve got to ask you some questions.”

You followed him into this room you had never seen before, you were guessing it was an old room they decided to clean up for now. “Sit down.” You didn’t think twice before complying, all you could pay attention to was his muscles and the way his mouth moved, you even pretended to tie your shoe just so you could get only look at his crotch. God, you’re such a weird pervert. You didn’t know he knew everything you were doing, all he had to do is act like he didn’t notice. “So do you know anyone here that might sell anything?” He asked, you shook your head no. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak to him. “Well I hope you know, some officers caught you speaking to them, are you perhaps selling drugs?” “No! I was just asking them for their numbers.”

After answering the rest of his questions he dismisses you, “Well I shouldn’t keep you any longer, you’re free to go. “You didn’t want to leave, so you had to quickly say something,” Well, I do know something else…” He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “What are you waiting for..? Can you tell me?” You glared at him, “Well I WOULD tell you if you didn’t have an attitude, now you gotta work for it.” You smirked. ��No sweetheart, you can go ahead and tell me. You brought it up in the first place.” He looked at you with a glare. You wanted to say so much risky stuff but you thought he wouldn’t show any interest in you, at least you thought so. If only you paid more attention to his eyes.

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You don’t know what happened much after that but, at the moment you do know you are on your knees in front of him. “Don’t be shy, go ahead and suck, I’ve seen your eyes looking the whole time I was talking to you.” You unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers just enough for you to be able to suck his cock. You looked at it and wondered how you were going to fit that in your mouth, he grabbed your head and pushed it closer, “The more you stare, the more impatient I get.” You slowly put his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue on his tip before putting more in your mouth. You were only halfway and felt like gagging, your mouth was too full for you to handle.

You felt him run his fingers through your hair, it felt refreshing even though you were practically choking on his cock. You looked up at him and saw that he had his eyes closed. “You are doing so good, princess.” His hand suddenly pulled you back by your hair, “Why’d you make me stop?” You asked. “I don’t want to cum first.” He picked you up and placed you on the table, “Have you ever had sex? Or a better question, have you had at least some type of dildo inside you?” Straight to the point, you thought, “What do you think?” “I don’t know, I’m asking you for a reason, love.” Does he think you just gave him the most amazing head in the world without any experience?! “I have obviously, use that cop brain of yours.”

“You have a nasty attitude.” He said after bending you over quickly. You didn’t have any time to think before you felt your pants and panties get pulled down, “Aw, these are so cute.” He wouldn’t let you speak a single word and just stuck his fingers in your mouth. “Get them nice and wet, unless you’d rather me go in dry.” You felt drool drip on your chin, gross. Once he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, he circled them around your hole. “Are you ready?” He asked, “Now you are asking? Just hurry up already before someone comes in here.” He complied and didn’t waste a second before shoving them in you. A moan ripped out of you, “You sound beautiful, princess.”

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Your hands were gripped onto his shoulders, leaving marks but neither of you cared. You tried to hide your moans but couldn’t, his fingers were hitting all the right spots, “Please-” Begging for no particular reason, “Please what?” “Don’t stop!” He smirked, “I wasn’t planning on it.” You were about to cum, he felt you tighten around his fingers so he went faster. After a couple of seconds, you cummed for the first time that night. “Good job, love.” He reached for something and pulled out a condom. “You have condoms but not lube..?” He just looked at you and didn’t respond with words but with his actions. The condom was on and he slowly pushed into you, making sure to hold your hand in the process even if you didn’t ask for it. Once he was in fully, he waited until he felt some movement from you before pulling out and slamming back in.

This may be yalls first time fucking but, he knew all the right places to hit. “Jake!” You were starting to moan a little too loud, and even though he loved you moaning his name, he didn’t want to get caught. He somehow took off your panties when you were on cloud 9, and shoved them in your mouth. Mumbled words and moans came out of your mouth while he continued to fuck you like no tomorrow. His thrust were starting to become faster and harder, indicating he was close. You squeezed around him which made him groan, “Fuck, calm down a little bit.” In reality, he didn’t care how hard your hole clenched around him, you were so warm and soft inside that he got lost in the feeling. Before he knew it, he cummed. You still were erect, so he gave you a short handjob to finish the job.

You were calming down while he started to clean up the place a little bit, “I hope you enjoyed our little session.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a short moan as he cleaned you up as much as he could. He handed you some water, “I don’t have anything to eat on me sorry.” “It’s fine, you can just take me out on a date later tonight to make up for it.” You replied with a smile. He quickly scribbled down something on a piece of paper and put it in your pocket. He gave your ass a squeeze, “Cant wait to see you tonight, princess.”

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This was requested by: @weepingsandwichenemy

Sorry for taking so long to upload, I’ve been all over the place with some stuff. I’m trying to get back into writing so I’m sorry if the smut/ending is disappointing ☹️

#jake riley #containment #police #gay #male reader #midshot #mxm #oneshot #request #smut #this is so gay #feminine male reader #Jake Riley x male reader #I’m sorry if this sucks ass #requested #this took so long for what #IM SORRY FOR THE WAIT

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