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farfaras · 1 year

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First part to this prompt I posted the other day. This is gonna be eventual steddie (sorry, stonathan) and I’m really excited. Title from the song ‘nonsense’ by Sabrina Carpenter.

I think I got an ex but I forgot him

Part 1. (You’re here)

Part 2.

If he heard the words: Robin and in love, in the same sentence, with the melodious voice of one Dustin Henderson, one more time. Steve was sure he was gonna lose it.

Listen, he understands where he’s coming from. The kid just wants him to be happy. But he is! Dustin just doesn’t seem to get that. Happiness doesn’t only come in the form of a relationship. His teenage brain can’t comprehend that fact just yet. He wishes he did though, because he’s absolutely insufferable about getting Steve and Robin together.

No excuse or explanation he gives is good enough. Dustin still insists that he needs to try, that this is his chance at true love. Robin is kind of the love of his life, sure, but the platonic love of his life. His best friend, his soulmate, sister from another mister. All that jazz. Dustin doesn’t buy it though.

And Steve’s tried everything! He even told Dustin about that time in starcourt when they were high off his asses. Told him that he confessed his crush to Robin but that she rejected him, and that they were best friends now and nothing else. He obviously left out the part where Robin came out to him. He’s never gonna reveal Robin’s secret to anyone. The only answer he got was that “It doesn’t even matter now! Things could’ve changed! You never know.” Steve knew. He knew that he would never be into his best friend like that, and she would never be into him. Apparently they were the only ones who knew that.

Because of all the fuss Dustin was constantly making, other people started giving their input. Thanks Dustin. They didn’t get it either, didn’t believe they were just Platonic with a capital P. They made sure they knew it too, the whole party, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie. Not Argyle, he said that the energy between Steve and Robin was intense but completely friendly, almost like they were twins. Steve liked Argyle. Of course he had to be miles away.

Most of their friends dropped the subject after the second time Steve or Robin explained the nature of their relationship. Even if they weren’t convinced, they didn’t push. Except for one person. Yep. Dustin.

Who was currently harassing Steve at his job. He didn’t know what else to tell him. If family video wasn’t empty he would just ignore him to do his job but there was nothing to do. He couldn’t even sweep or anything because everything was already done.

“Okay well! There must be a good reason why you guys haven’t gotten together!” Dustin exclaimed. He is so fucking stubborn.

“I already told you, Henderson. We’re. Just. Friends.” He knew it wasn’t gonna do anything. It was just a routine at this point.

Dustin’s expression changed to determination. “Nuh uh. There’s a reason there. And I’m gonna find out!” Shit. Could Dustin figure out Robin? He doesn’t think so. But he’s starting to panic. What if he finds out? Robin doesn’t deserve that. He’d feel like it was his fault, and everything would go to shit.

“Okay! Okay! There is a reason.”

“I knew it! You have to tell me.” Dustin demanded. Well, Steve hasn’t thought that much ahead. He needs to come up with something and he needs to do it fast if Dustin is gonna believe it.

“Look, I haven’t told anyone this before.” Building suspense, nice.

Then, an idea popped into his head and it seemed like the perfect response to all of this. Or maybe it’s the only thing he could think of in such short notice. “I’m gay.” He blurts out. It made sense in his head, really. Robin doesn’t get outed, but she can still look at the reaction she might get when she comes out. (It doesn’t hold any kind of truth at all. Not one Steve can see right now at least.)

Dustin is just staring at him. “What? I don’t, you’re not, since when?”

“Since I was born?” It sounds like a question. Steve didn’t prepare for follow up questions to the reply he literally just crafted.

“There’s no way you’re gay.” At least he didn’t seem disgusted or upset? Is this a good or bad reaction?

“Are you not okay with it?” Steve dared to ask.

“What?! Of course I’m okay with it, I’m just. I don’t care, but you don’t really seem gay. It’s hard to believe.” At least he’s okay with it. He’s still being stubborn.

“Way to stereotype, Henderson.”

Dustin sputters. “Wha- can you even blame me? Who could believe you?”

The next words that came out of Steve’s mouth didn’t actually ask for permission to be said. “My boyfriend can believe it.” He said it so matter of fact that he surprised himself a little. The way he usually took the route of action before thinking was gonna bite him in the ass some day. Would that be today?

“Boyfriend?!! And you didn’t tell me? You don’t have a boyfriend!” He accused Steve. “Who is it?”

Oh. Shoot. Quick, brain. Who could be his boyfriend? Someone his age, that was single, and could be believed to be in a gay relationship.

“It’s Jonathan.” Why did he say that? He just broke up with Nancy, that would just seem like a messy situation. Also is he literally just doing what he scolded Dustin for and stereotyping?

“But he just broke up with Nancy.” Hmm. Did Dustin read his mind or something.

“It’s new. That’s why I haven’t told anyone.”

“Not even Robin?” Oh, crap. Is he gonna have to tell this to people? Well, he should probably tell Jonathan first that he is apparently in a relationship with him now.

“Not even Robin.” Dustin beamed at this.

“You know, even if you and Jonathan are kind of a weird sounding couple, and this is surprising… if you’re happy then I’m happy for you, Steve.” That was weirdly sweet of Dustin.

“Thanks, bud.”

After that and renting a movie, Dustin was on his way. He gave Steve a hug goodbye and hopped on his bike to go home.

Steve had a lot of things to get done now. And he hoped that the first one went well because he didn’t really have a plan B if it didn’t. What had he gotten himself into?

First things first. Asking Jonathan to be his fake boyfriend.

At least for a while.

What could go wrong?

Step 1. Get Jonathan to be his fake boyfriend.

Step 2. Probably get Robin in on it?

He’s not sure about that one. This situation was kind of embarrassing, he’d rather just share his embarrassment with the one person who is absolutely necessary. Also Robin doesn’t seem like the type to lie to their friends. Even if it was harmless.

Step 2. Probably get Robin in on it?

Step 2. Make a game plan.

They’d probably need to talk about how this was gonna go. Get all their facts straight in case there were any questions, which there were going to be. Plan how long this was gonna be for. He was getting a bit ahead of himself, but there was no plan B.

Step 3. Hope it’s believable.

He was already outside of the Hopper-Byers home. This shouldn’t be hard, Jonathan is a pretty understanding guy. He wouldn’t judge Steve, or make fun of him. At least that’s what Steve hoped. They’ve been developing a friendship for a while. Which has been going surprisingly well. Fuck. Was this gonna mess it up?

He got out of his car and walked to the door, knocking. El answered the door, she gave him a smile and let him in.

“Is Jonathan home?” Him asking for Jonathan wasn’t a rare occurrence nowadays, so El just nodded and pointed to his room.

He knocked to make his presence known. “Hey, Jon?” He opened the door and stepped inside the room.

“Hiya. What’s up, Harrington?” Jonathan grinned at Steve. Ah. Shit. He didn’t look completely sober. Must’ve smoked something earlier.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you. I’d rather wait until you sober up though.” Jonathan just gave him a thumbs up.

“Happy to have company.” Steve knew Jonathan was having trouble dealing with the break up. They had been together for a while and he thought that those two were gonna beat all the odds and marry each other or something. Maybe they still could find their way back to each other someday. Right now though, it probably sucked.

Nancy was off to college, Jonathan stayed here in Hawkins doing community college. There was no way of knowing how Nancy was taking it, she barely called and when she did it was kinda cut and dry. Although Steve supposed that was a way of telling she wasn’t doing so good either.

They hung out, doing nothing in particular. Just talking, listening to music and Steve sobering him up.

“Did you say you wanted to talk about something?” Jon asked. He looked sober now. Or as sober as his perpetual stoner face could look.

“Yeah… I kinda did something stupid.”

“Don’t we all.” Cute. Was he trying to make him feel better? It would’ve worked if what he did wasn’t as stupid as it was.

“No, seriously. I think this is the dumbest thing I have done.” Understatement.

“It can’t be that bad.” Jon’s words weren’t aligned with his face because it looked like he was starting to worry.

“It has something to do with you too.” With those words, Steve definitely made Jonathan start to worry. “Hear me out first!”

Retelling the events from earlier was excruciating. Steve has never felt this embarrassed before. It sounded so dumb saying it out loud.

“You really couldn’t come up with anything else? Like oh I don’t know. Saying you don’t like Robin like that?” It was like he wasn’t even listening.

“I tried that thousands of times! He wouldn’t buy it!”

“Why haven’t you just dated anyone else? To prove that you’re not hung up on her?” Interesting line of questioning. Honestly, it’s been a long time since someone has made him feel anything at all. No girl caught his attention like before. Has the upside down messed him up so bad that he can’t form romantic connections anymore?

“I just, I don’t really. Taking a break from dating sounded good to me.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Jon didn’t believe him, whatever.

“Look I just panicked, spoke without thinking.”

“You know, I actually thought that Dustin was right about you and Robin before. But if you’re so determined to prove you’re not, to even come up with something like that.” Steve hated this. Was Jonathan getting a kick out of this?

“Are you amused? I’m kinda suffering here.” Steve lamented. “Can you just please help me?

“Oh god, what do you expect me to do? Pretend to date you to get Dustin off your back?” Yes. Please.

“Look! I only ask for a few weeks! It doesn’t have to be for long. Just, a few weeks of fake dating and then just say it didn’t work out and we decided to stay friends. All that cheesy stuff.” God, he was not being convincing at all.

Jonathan still looked skeptical. But at least he was considering it now. “I’ll owe you, big time. Whatever favor you want.” Steve offered.

Jon looked resigned now. He huffed out a breath. “I never thought my first boyfriend was gonna be Steve Harrington.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I always pictured a nerd or maybe a stoner.” He was confused now. Was Jonathan? “Yes, Steve. You should probably know if we’re gonna do this. I also like guys. And I’m assuming you’re okay with it, considering what you just asked.”

“Of course! Thanks for telling me. I’m glad you could trust me.” He was being genuine. Even if Steve was a little surprised, and now felt even more guilty about words he used in the past to insult Jonathan. All the past apologies seemed insufficient. Even so, he was happy that their friendship could develop into this.

“So? How is this gonna work? You really owe me now, you know.”

“Trust me, I know.”

So their friendship wasn’t ruined. Who knows? Maybe this could make it stronger.

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mochinomnoms · 7 months

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I love your idea for Hanahaki! Like you said, it's always so tragic and dramatic and angsty (and who am I kidding, I'll keep reading it), but your take on it is so refreshing!

For the event, can I request Ruggie with 15, Trey with 1, and Jade with 18? Romantic; fluff and/or suggestive, please?

And if I completely misunderstood how to request properly, I'm terribly sorry. 😬

So excited to see more of your work!

part 2: jade leech x gn!reader ruggie bucchi (15); trey clover (1) [separate] x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, suggestive [wc} – 2,500+ each prompt 15: “Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?” prompt 1: “Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?” note - both ruggie and trey got real long, so i will post jade's snippet separately later! a floral inconvenience

Dahlias – In pre-Colombian Mexico and Guatemala, wild-growing dahlias and their tubers were seen as a food source.

Ruggie has been absolutely miserable for the past week, as one would be when they have mysterious large, red flowers sprouting out from their mouth and head. It also didn’t help that all the other second-years, especially the twins, were giving him a hard time.

“Hey, hey Jade! You know plants.” Floyd was currently picking at the flower that Ruggie just spit out, undeterred by the spit on it.

“I bet we can figure out who Sharksucker likes if we figure out what flower he’s spittin’ out. What kind is it?

Jade leaned down to study the intense red, ray-like petals, poking at the central disk of yellow florets in the middle. Ruggie was NOT a fan of how interested Jade was, attempting to lean out of the twins’ grasp.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I certainly haven’t seen it on any of my hiking expeditions or in the botanical gardens.”

Ruggie yelped as Jade plucked a flower from a particularly sensitive spot behind his right ear.

“Ow! Watch it man!”

Rubbing his ear, Ruggie glared at Jade, who was still looking curiously at the flower bringing his arm down for Azul who also seemed eager to identify the flower.

“I certainly don’t recognize it either, looking up similar flora, there aren’t any that are quite the same as this one.”

Ruggie could just make out under Azul’s breath, “Imagine all the money we could make if we say we discovered a new flower!”

He scoffed at Azul, rubbing his eyes from mental exhaustion. The twins and Azul weren’t the only ones interested in his hanahaki.

“It’s a really pretty flower, Jamil! Do you think we have any like it in the gardens back home?” Kalim eagerly asked, trying his best to lean in without disturbing Silver, who’d fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“Hmm, no I don’t think so.” Jamil looked mildly interested, holding a hand to his chin. “The Asim gardens have a variety of exotic and rare flora, so the fact that we don’t recognize this one is certainly interesting.”

Jade chuckled, “So, it would be easy to narrow down the person of Ruggie’s affections, yes.”

“Why are you all suddenly so interested in my love life?”

“Why, we’re being benevolent, of course!” Azul replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yea Sharksucker, it must be reeeeal annoying to puke up flowers all the time. Besides—” Floyd gave a nasally laugh as Jade continued his sentence.

“—wouldn’t it be nice to have some assistance getting rid of his annoying sickness? After all, with your background, you’re not the most eligible bachelor around.”

“Okay, first of all fuck you—” Ruggie jabbed a fork in his direction.

“Not interested, but thank you.”

“Second of all—ew no, gross—second of all, you guys aren’t exactly the most pinned for guys, even with your family money.”

Riddle let out a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Certainly, no price in the world could make up for your personalities.”

“Aww, come on Goldfishie.” Floyd pouted. “You don’ wanna go out with me? Why? I don’t meet your mama’s standard?”

“Why you—”

“Hey guys!”

A chipper voice interrupted a reddening Riddle, who looked like he was ready to launch himself over the table to strangle Floyd. Ruggie perked up to look at you and Grim perched on your shoulder, carrying a lunch tray with some coffee, a bowl of oatmeal, and a singular powdered donut.

Adjusting the tray in your hands, you let Grim jump off onto the table as you sat. You grabbed the donut with your freed hand and reached your arm out to Ruggie.

“Hey, I got you a donut, powdered’s your favorite right?”

Oh. Oooooh powdered was indeed his favorite. So were you. By the Seven, he thinks that you’d be his favorite snack. You were so cute. Your lips looked soft, plush. He wondered if you took a bite out of the donut if the first thing he’d taste was you or the sugar.

Opening his mouth to reply, Ruggie found himself instead choking, a tickling sensation developing in the pit of his stomach and growing up his throat to his mouth. He gagged as various shades of bright red blooms fell out of his mouth and onto the table. Specifically, onto your tray as you sat directly across from him.

Ruggie could make out the stifling laughter of his peers . He internally groaned, looking at your tray, now covered in red flowers. Riddle tapped his shoulder, offering him a cup of warm tea.

“Here, it should help soothe your throat.”

Taking the cup, he started drinking what he thought was honey lemon tea, soothing his throat.

Across the table from him, you let out a soft cough, drawing his and the other’s attention.

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

The tea went down the wrong pipe. Ruggie started choking, Kalim frantically reaching over to pat his back.

“Oh? Does the Little Shrimpy know this flower?” Floyd asked, he and his brother slithering over to sit on either side of you. Their eyes met briefly, then at Ruggie, both giving him a knowing grin.

“Dahlias? Yeah! They’re my favorite!” you answered, blissfully unaware of the predicament they’d just put him in.

Ruggie wished he could be just as carefree.

The other five slowly turned their heads to stare at Ruggie, each looking especially gleeful and teasing.

“You don’t say?” Jamil drawled, smirking at Ruggie, whose state of mind was rapidly deteriorating. “We’ve never heard of it.”

You looked at Jamil in surprise. “Wait really?”

“Yes, these, dahlias you called them? They’re not from Twisted Wonderland.” Riddle had a mischievous smile, tipping the end of Ruggie’s cup before he could interject, making him choke on the tea again.

“Aw really? That kinda sucks.” you pouted, twirling one of the loose flowers in your hand. “I love them, fun fact, did you know you can eat both the flower and the tuber?”

Ruggie would never admit it out loud, but your cute, excitable grin makes him feel all warm and giddy inside. He’d even give you his grandma’s homemade donuts if he got to see more of it.

By the Seven, he’d give you his donuts. He really had it bad.

“Really? How fascinating! Isn't it Ruggie?” Jade asked, giving a closed mouth smile. The tone of his voice made it clear though, he and the others figured out you were the root cause of his hanahaki.

Ruggle got up abruptly, snatching the donut from your hand (why miss out on free food?) and the breakfast sandwich he’d gotten for Leona.

“I gotta go take Leona’s breakfast to him, I’ll see you guys later—”

“Wait, Ruggie!” Kalim cries out, startling Silver awake. “But the Prefect knows the flowers—”

“WOW I GOTTA GO! BYE GUYS SEE YOU LATER!”

Ruggie rushed out of the cafeteria, red petals flying behind him as he ran. The remaining 8 at the table stared after him, you in particular looking confused.

“Is he okay?” You asked, looking confused and disappointed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, perhaps we went a bit too far…” Jamil muttered.

Riddle sighed as he nodded in agreement, “Yes. Don’t worry yourself about it Prefect, we were discussing something else, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

You hummed as you cleared off your tray of dahlias, taking small bites of your oatmeal.

“Why’s he puking flowers?”

The group stayed silent, sharing knowing looks with each other. The twins and Azul in particular were smirking, while Kalim perked up.

“Oh he has hanahaki, it’s like a love sickness.” Kalim blissfully replied, Jamil pinching his nose and sighing heavily.

“Love…sickness?”

Riddle placed a hand on Kalim’s shoulder, giving him a stern look. “We had our fun earlier, but it’s not our business to share his medical information with anyone.”

He turned his gaze to you, making you shrink in on yourself. “It would be best to ask him yourself, Prefect.”

Floyd tsked. “Aww, that’s no fun! Don’t you wanna help Sharksucker? You do, dontcha Shrimpy?”

The twins leaned into your ears, like an angel and devil on your shoulder if the angel was just a devil with a halo and wings taped on.

“Why, you care for Ruggie, don’t you dear Prefect?” Jade cooed, chucking at your pink cheeks.

“Hehehe, of course they too, look at their blush!” Floyd giggled, poking at your right cheek. “Little Shrimpy isn’t a shrimp for nothin’!”

“And after all, only you can help him!” Azul came up behind you, startling you as he placed his hands on your shoulder.

The trio chuckled, coercing you to listen to their honeyed words, feeding on your soft spot for the hyena beastman.

Riddle shared a look with Jamil before sighing and walking off. Jamil followed suit, grabbing Kalim by the arm to drag him away before he too, inevitably, got involved in their scheme. Silver, now that he was bright and alert, similarly left, nodding at you.

Here you were, alone amongst the “benevolent” Octavinelle trio, now regretting waking up early to get breakfast instead of just sleeping in.

Ruggie had been leaving trails of dahlias behind him all day, getting on the ghost janitors’ ire and lectured by Crewel specifically.

“Loose flowers in a lab is the perfect example of a hazard to lab safety! Have you not gone to the nurse to get this taken care of?!”

He hadn’t had a fit since seeing you this morning, luckily. He had noticed you in the hallways in between classes though. Everytime your eyes met his own, you’d flush and rush away.

“Ugh, one of the guys must’ve told them.” Ruggie groaned, slumped over as he walked over to the kitchens, feet aching from running around his shift at Sam’s and now Mostro Lounge.

Azul had asked him to collect some perishable items that he’d purchased from a supplier, having it delivered to the school’s walk-in fridge until he could have someone pick it up.

Jade and Floyd were supposed to be there, ready to help, but they were nowhere to be found. Ruggie shrugged, walking into the kitchen and heading to the fridge before he felt himself get yanked by his collar.

“Hahahehehe! Be sure to thank us later, Sharksucker!”

“Fuhuhu~ Indeed Ruggie, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it later.”

“Oof! Hey!” Ruggie stumbled into the pantry, landing on something soft. “What the-Jade, Floyd this isn’t funny—”

“Mmph!” The floor beneath him started wiggling and groaning, startling Ruggie. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, his hyena genes serving him well as he yelped, looking down.

A white cloth was tied around your mouth while your hands and feet were bound by what looked like Floyd’s scarf. Ruggie’s ears and dahlias drooped down as he saw that your cheeks were covered in tear tracks.

"Mmmphie! Mmmphie! Mmmph mmph mmph!" came out from behind the tightly-bound cloth.

“W-what? FLOYD! JADE! WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!” He could hear the twins’ laughter from outside the door. Ruggie started pounding on the door with his fist, growling before freezing, hearing your muffled crying.

The hyena scrambled to turn on the light switch before returning back to your curled up form, gingerly untying the bound on your mouth.

“R-r-ruggie!!” You bawled out, fresh new tears spilling out of your eyes as he undid the knot on your hands, then feet.

“Hey, hey it’s alright Prefect, Y/N? I’m here—AH!” He yelped as you launched yourself in his arms, landing on his back, red petals flying . He stiffened as you shoved your head into the nook of his neck, hiccuping as you began babbling.

“I’m sorry Ruggie!!!” Softly glowing dahlias started popping up from between his ears and vines growing down his arms as he spat out petals.

“What’re you talking about? This isn’t your fault—”

“But it is! Azul and them said you were sick and that it was my faaaaault!” He froze, pulling you away to look at your teary eyes and snotty face.

Gods you looked terrible. Red-faced, puffy eyes, and pout made you look like an ugly crier, not doing you any justice. Ruggie couldn’t help the squeeze in his heart as you reached back out to clutch onto him again. You were the cutest ugly crier he’d ever seen.

“What? What do you mean—”

“They said that my crush on you’s been making you puke the flowers!” Ruggie’s ears perked up, and despite the growing blush and the resembling dahlias, he let you continue.

“Your crush?”

“My crush!!! It’s making you sick, a-and that I needed to confess to make it go away but-but-but-” You wailed, Ruggie allowing you to shove your head into his chest.

“I was embarrassed! Then Floyd got mad a-at me and he and Jade tied me up and threw me in here.”

Ruggie hummed in response. It made sense now why Azul specifically asked him to collect the produce from the kitchen, instead of letting him manage the floor like usual.

“They said I was ’ppose to be a present. I’m sorry Ruggie, I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of your head affectionately.

“Nah, it’s not your fault entirely.” He tilted your chin to look up at him. “You are the reason I got the flowers, but not cause of your crush though.”

You made a questioning noise, blinking curiously at him. You looked like one of the kids back home after throwing a tantrum.

“Shyehehehe! They didn’t say what the flowers ‘re from?” Ruggie laughed as you pouted, pinching his cheek.”

“What do you mean? Is it still my fault? And I basically just confessed! I’m crying in a closet, just confessed and you’re laughing at me!”

Ruggie’s laughter died down as he grabbed your hand, moving it to cradle his cheek instead. His ears perked up as he heard your soft gasp, his eyes meeting yours, blown wide.

His tail wagged, despite himself. “It’s cause I like ya, Prefect. I like ya so much that it makes my stomach ache and flowers sprout from all over. I gotta hand it to ya, for a cute little herbivore, you sure got your teeth dug right into my heart.”

You scoffed, using your other arm to wipe your face clean.

“The dahlias make sense now…did you at least try eating them?”

He let out a barking laugh, followed by your giggling. “I thought about it! I spat out enough of them that I got sick of the taste, besides…”

Ruggie could hear the rustling of his tail under his clothes as he wrapped an arm around your waist, grinning wider at the gasp that left your mouth as he yanked you onto his lap.

He pressed you against him until your bodies were flushed against one another. Heat pooled in the pit of his stomach as he gazed up to your flustered face. Ruggie nuzzled his head into your chest, feeling your rapidly speeding heartbeat.

“Ruggie…” You tangled your hands through his hair, making him groan as you gently pulled his head back and rubbed the backs of his ears.

You leaned down to graze your lips over his, giving Ruggie a heady whine as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“Shyehehe~ You’re awfully clingy for a poor little hyena like me, you sure I meet your standards?”

Despite his attempt at humor, Ruggie was sure that you could hear the apprehensive tone in his voice, your eyes softening.

Instead of pointing his insecurity out, you answered his question with a deep, open-mouth kiss. He groaned into your mouth, returning your kiss with desperation, as if you’d disappear in his grasp.

Ruggie’s hands wandered along your sides, slipping underneath your shirt and tracing your spine, causing you to shiver in delight. You pulled away from his lips, causing him to let out a displeased growl before shifting into something closer to a purr as you left wet kisses along his neck.

Feeling your teeth softly dig themselves into the crook of his neck and chest, Ruggie rolled his hips into yours, delighting in the moan that left you.

Just as you started suckling, no doubt leaving a mark, his world turned upside down as he suddenly fell backwards onto the ground of the college kitchen.

“Ow, shit!” Ruggie winced as the back of his head smacked into the hard tile flooring, you splayed over his body.

“What is wrong with you two? When I said get them into a room together, I didn’t mean—oh my!” Azul squeaked, glasses skewed as he saw the two of you. Ruggie developing a dark red hickey and you with your shirt nearly half off.

“Aw, see it worked out!” Floyd chirped, delighted at the turn of events.

Jade chuckled, taking his phone out to quickly snap a photo.

“W-what, hey! Don’t go taking pictures!” Ruggie cried out as the both of you scrambled to get up and tidy yourselves.

Jade smiled innocently. “Oh? Don’t worry, I’ll only share it with the other second years, just to win a bet.”

Ruggie narrowed his eyes at Jade. “Alright but how much did ya bet? You’re gonna split it with me right—”

The four men winced at your shrill shriek.

“RUGGIE?! NO!”

Zinnia – A purple zinnia flower symbolizes spiritual exaltation and honoring the divine. It also symbolizes love on a soul mate level.

Pink cosmos – In the Victorian era, cosmos flowers symbolized joy in love and in life. Dark pinks ones should be given to a romantic interest.

The latest unbirthday planning was going well. Since spring had just arrived, it was tradition for the first spring unbirthday party to have the desserts be made with the seasonal harvest. Riddle was especially happy to hear that Trey would be making strawberry and apricot tarts for this party.

Trey was especially excited to try his hand at his mother’s sugared lavender cupcakes, a family recipe that she insisted on keeping out of his hands until he guaranteed her an in-law.

Luckily he’d managed to convince her by telling her that the cupcakes might help him dazzle a certain someone. She was quick to mail him the original copy with the promise of a visitor during the next break.

Now if only he could find the recipe card.

“Hmm, I thought I brought it down from my room…hey Cater?”

“Yeah Trey?” Cater answered in a sing-song voice.

“I can’t find my mom’s recipe card.” Trey groaned as he rubbed his face. “She’ll kill me if I lose it, can you go to my room to check if I left it on my desk?”

Cater winked and gave him a finger gun. “Sure thing Trey! Cay-Cay in on the case! Brb!”

Trey nodded as Cater left the kitchen, now focusing on preparing the jam and frosting for the strawberry-lemon cake, which was cooling on the counter. He was so focused on making the jam and whisking the cream cheese frosting, he failed to notice a certain someone sneaking up behind him.

“Boo!”

Trey hummed, looking over his shoulder to look down at you with your arms out and teeth bared. “Oh, hey Y/N, you’re here early.”

“Aw booooooo! You were supposed to get scared!” You pouted at the taller man, pulling at his arm as he laughed at your little tantrum.

“Haha, scared? Of you? Hardly.” Trey winced and held his arms up in defense, still laughing as you started to pound on his arms and back.

“Ow, ow! Okay I concede!” He grabbed your hands, holding them over your head as he leaned down towards your face, smirking.

Trey hovered his face over yours, enjoying your pouty blush. With a teasing lilt, he cooed, “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. Or else you won’t get a treat later~”

“Hmph, maybe I’ll just steal some later. What are you gonna do? Punish me?” You replied in an equally teasing tone, stepping on your tiptoes, making yourself just talk enough to brush your nose against his.

“Mmm, don’t tempt me, I just might—”

“Hey Trey I found your—whoa! What did I just walk into?”

The two of you rapidly distanced yourselves from each other, Trey nearly knocking over the bowl of jam and you tripping into the table chair.

Both of you answered Cater with a louder than needed, “Nothing!” as your faces turned the same shade as the strawberries he was baking with.

“Riiiiight, uh, Trey I got your mom’s recipe card!” The ginger looked between you two with an absolute ecstatic grin, making eye contact with Trey and wiggling his eyebrows.

“I can come back though, if you two need a moment—”

You interrupted, “No, it’s fine. I promised Ace and Deuce I’d help paint the roses.”

Trey looked at you wistfully as you tidied yourself, pulling out a bouquet of dark-pink cosmos from your bag.

“Here, you like these right? I thought you could use them to decorate the cake ‘n stuff.”

Trey smiled and accepted the bouquet of admittedly stunning cosmos, ignoring Cater’s open mouth smile and silent squealing.

“Thanks, I’m sure they’ll go great with the cake, I’ll see you later.”

His eyes wandered up and down your body as you left the kitchen, waving your fingers as you gave a playful “Bye~”

Trey replied with his own enamored “bye” as he waved after you, a lovesick grin on his face as he watched you leave.

Eyes still on the doorway you left through, it took a few moments and Cater waving his hand in front of his face to get his attention back.

“Helloooo? Wonderland to Trey~” Cater sang, snapping his fingers in Trey’s face. “You’re a lil out of it, got something juicy you wanna share with me? Come on! Give Cay-Cay the deets!”

Trey rolled his eyes, swiping the recipe card from his friend’s hands.

“There’s no ‘deets’ for Cay-Cay to know, not if he wants me to make him a spicy fruit cocktail for today.”

Cater hummed as he watched Trey resume building the strawberry-lemon cake, gesturing for him to grab stuff from the pantry.

“Now, help me grab the lavender from the pantry, and get some more flour, I’ll need it for the cupcakes.”

“Sure! Speaking of flowers…” Cater leaned over to whisper into Trey’s ear, “why’s your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

Cater let out an uncharacteristically giddy cackle as he watched Trey drop the clean bowl he’d grabbed, whipping around to stare at him with wide eyes.

“You saw those?”

“Yeah, zinnias right?” Cater called out as he collected the items Trey requested. “Little Y/N’s favorite~ You want to tell me where you got so many?”

“Uh, the botanical gardens, where else?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, the gardens.” sneaking up from behind him, Cater plucked a light purple colored flower from the back of Trey’s neck, who hissed at the sudden prick.

“Not from hanahaki popping up on your body, tooootallyyy!”

Trey groaned out loud, attempting to look behind him for any other blooms. “Damn it, I thought I got rid of them. Are there more I can’t see?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” Cater waved him off, looking around the hard-to-reach places for his friend. “It was just the one.”

Trey sighed in relief, thanking Cater as he placed the bag of lavender petals in his hand, “Good, it was a pain to get them out of my hair, let alone my mouth. They’re really bitter you know?”

“O-M-G, Treeeeey!” Cater gasped, throwing himself against his friend. “That’s, like, a supes easy fix! Just confess, you already have the flowers to give!”

“Ha, I know, I plan to later.”

“Plus, with the way you two were allover each other earlier, there’s no way they won’t say yes—OMGWAITWHAT!”

Cater shook Trey by his shoulders, while the latter attempted to steady the bowl of dry ingredients in his hand, guarding it with a vigor akin to a knight and their liege.

“OMGNOWAYWHENHOWAREYOUGONNADOITINFRONTOFEVERYONEAREYOUGONNADOITINPRIVATECANIRECORDCANIPOSTITTREYTREYTREYTREYTREY—”

Trey smacked his free hand on Cater’s mouth, effectively silencing him minus a few muffled sounds. He breathed out a heavy and deep sigh before slowly replying to Cater.

“If I take my hand off your mouth, will you quiet down?”

Cater gave an enthusiastic nod, eyes twinkling. Trey could feel the grin against his hand, and reluctantly and slowly removed his hand.

“...So when did you find out? When did you decide to confess?!” The ginger asked giddily, watching as Trey resumed his task at hand, preparing the ingredients for the lavender cupcakes.

“A week ago, I overheard Ace and Deuce talking about the Prefect coughing up a bunch of pink cosmos, they were arguing over what tea would help with their symptoms.”

Cater made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, pointing at the cosmos you’d given to Trey earlier, placed carefully on the counter.

“You mean—”

“Mm-hm, those are probably their hanahaki, grew up with those in my mom’s garden, she used them as garnishes on cakes, especially wedding ones.”

Trey smiled fondly as he reached to grab one of the small flowers, rubbing the soft petals between his fingers. “A bit after that I started to find zinnias in my bed, coughing them up and everything. I think the nurse probably put two and two together after I went to see her.”

He shrugged as he grabbed his mother’s recipe card, twirling it in his fingers.

“I figured, why wait? Mom always said that it was these cupcakes that snatched Dad up, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at them plus she wouldn’t pass down this recipe without a partner in the picture.”

“Oh, Trey!” Cater clasped his hands together as he squealed, “You want help? I get some of the froshies to finish up the tarts and cake, so you can focus on those! Like, don’t even worry about it boo!”

Cater winked gave Trey a half-arm hug. “I’ll make sure they follow instructions to a T! All I ask for in exchange is the exclusive right to snap the first pic of the brand-new school couple, capiche?”

True to his word, Cater was quick to round up a handful of freshmen who he’d found goofing off instead of painting roses. They were more than happy to take over Trey’s baking, after he gave them strict rules and a talking too on what to do, in order to not be snitched off to Riddle.

Thankfully, the cupcakes weren’t difficult to make, what with his experience in the kitchen. He’d cut the recipe down by half so that he’d only make four, medium sized cupcakes. In fact, the most difficult part was making sure that he ground up enough lavender to turn the glaze a soft purple, which complemented the zinnias he’d placed in the small basket. Using the plush flowers as a cushion, he placed the blooms of your cosmos in between the gaps, creating a beautiful, pink and purple presentation.

He was sure you’d love it, carefully hiding the wicker basket, covered by a white tablecloth, underneath the table.

Later, Trey smiled as he looked around at the dorm members enjoying the party. His cake was a big hit, and Riddle in particular was enjoying the flower themed desserts, specially the daisy-shaped fruit tarts.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time Trey!” Riddle praised him, “It seems that everyone has particularly enjoyed the sweets this time around. Well done, I’d expect nothing less!

Trey chuckled bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. “Thanks Riddle, be sure to praise the freshmen too, that group over there helped out a lot as well.”

Riddle nodded, his mood in high-spirits as he walked over to the group Trey gestured to. Trey raised his head to look over the crowd of red, white, and black for Cater, who was currently adjusting his slice of cake for the perfect angle.

Grim was also with him, hungrily waiting for Cater to give him the okay to make the sacrifice of scarfing down the sweet dessert. Perfect.

Trey briskly walked over to him, basket in hand, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Cater perked up and nodded before calling out.

“Hey Acey, Deucey! Com ‘ere real quick, Cay-Cay needs ya for a super-duper important task!”

The pair perked up mid-conversation with you, nodding at you and rushing over to Cater per his request. Trey walked over to you, though he could make out Cater asking the duo for assistance with a Magicam post.

“Hey, Y/N.” You smiled up at him as he approached, wiping the tart crumbs from the corner of your mouth. Trey had the impulsive to lean down and lick the mess off of you himself, though he shook it away.

“Hey, what’s up Trey!” You clasped your hands behind you, rocking back and forth on your heels, unaware of the petals. “You did great with the desserts, I noticed you didn’t use the flowers I gave you on the cake though…are they not edible?”

“About that…I actually wanted to show you something else I did with the flowers,” Trey held his hand out to you soft smile growing bigger as you laced your fingers through his.

Trey led you to an isolated corner of the rose maze, stiffening slightly as you wrapped your arm around his, relaxing as you leaned in. The small basket was being carefully guarded against his right side, being carefully cradled like a precious stone in a gold necklace.

The two of you remained in a comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence like an old, aging married couple on a stroll. The image made him smile.

I wasn’t but a few minutes later that you’d arrived at a secluded white gazebo, roses and vines crawling up the sides. It was just far enough away that the sound of laughter and chatter from the party was but a faint white noise, giving Trey the perfect ambiance needed for his plan.

“Take a seat right there, I got something for you.” Trey gestured to the stone bench, a fitting heart-shaped backrest further setting the mood.

“Oh? Alright.” You took a seat, still looking up at him with a curious expression. “Is it something in the basket?”

He let out a soft chuckle, “Why don’t you close your eyes and let me surprise you?”

You squint your eyes in suspicion, scoffing as you obey.

“Fine, if I get another spoonful of vanilla extract though—”

Trey barked out a laugh. “I told you it was bitter! Now keep those eyes closed.”

“It smells sweet! It’s made of vanilla!” You huffed, flinching and then relaxing as you felt him place the basket on your lap. “That’s not the worst thing even, I’m still angry about the oyster sauce donuts!”

“Okay that one was your own fault, you saw me do the same thing with Ace and the chestnut tarts, remember? When we first met?”

You smiled fondly, as did Trey though you couldn’t see it. What Trey could see though were the cosmos blooming along your exposed nape. He let out a soft cough, spitting out a lilac zinnia.

“Hmm, yeah, I do.” He wiped his hands clean, gingerly placing the zinnia on the bench next to you, uncovering the basket and grabbing one of the still pristine cupcakes.

“Okay, here—” Trey took the sugared lavender stem and held it up to you mouth. “—open up and say ‘aah’~”

“Pfft—okay, aaaah~” Grinning, Trey placed the stem on your tongue and watched as you slowly chewed.

“Well? How’s that taste?”

You hummed. “It’s sweet, flowery…it tastes like the evening tea Riddle has before bed…soooo lavender?”

Trey hummed in affirmation. “That’s right, now take a bite of this.” He unfolded the wrapper off of the cupcake, holding it up as you took a small bite.

“Mmmh! Trey!” Your moan of delight caused a pleasurable shiver down his spine, less than pure thoughts filling his head. “It’s so good, it’s lavender too? Is it a cookie…no wait, a cupcake!”

“Heh, good guess, I have one last thing for you to taste, ‘kay?”

He watched as you eagerly nodded, mouth open for the next treat. Trey leaned down, hovering his lips over you own, noticing the light purple glaze still on your bottom lip.

Feeling his breath over your own, you stuttered out, “T-trey? What are you—mmph!”

Trey gently, but firmly pressed his lips to yours, licking the glaze and swiping his tongue along your lip as you opened up to let him in. Your hands reached to tug him by the lapel, returning his kiss with eagerness and tugging him closer and closer, gasps leaving both of your lips.

Still hands were now wandering, gliding up your thighs and along the curve of your back, deciding to settle on the backrest. Trey found himself leaning down to match your height, knee settled in between your thighs.

A beguiling groan rang from between your mouths, from who you didn’t know, then another as Trey’s tongue met your own. Then a gasp as you felt his hand hook underneath you as he lifted you to curl against his body, left hand still cradling and rubbing soothing circles at the small of your back.

Your back was so far arched, chest meeting chest, that you moved your hands from their steel grip on his lapels to instead wrap around his shoulder and neck as he dipped you further to feel your body press into his.

Trey licked your lower lip again, positive he could still taste the sweet lavender on your lip, causing you to whine as he instead took your lower lip between his teeth and tug. Breaking the kiss to observe your red face, gasping breaths, and half lidded eyes.

He has to say, of all the cakes, cookies, and pastries he’s made and tried over the years, you were by far the sweetest, and most divine treat he’s tasted. Trey decided that he needed another taste to confirm as he lips met yours for another passionate kiss.

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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 next: Part 8

spoilers but a phone call gets through!

“You’re a thousand percent sure?”

Mike groans as he checks down the school halls, “Yes, Lucas. How many times do I gotta tell you that?”

“Well, maybe until I’m positive that we’re not having a collective auditory hallucination or the weirdo isn’t tricking us.” Lucas crosses his arms. Beside Dustin, El mutters “auditory hallucination” to herself with furrowed eyebrows.

“You guys hear that?!” Dustin exclaims too loudly, earning equally loud shushes. “Sorry, but El just said a scientific word without mispronouncing it! She really does have superpowers…”

“Not now, Dustin.” Mike hushes as they finally get to the AV club. He unlocks the door and lets everyone inside after peeking in. He guides El to sit in front of the radio while Lucas and Dustin turn it on.

Dustin won’t lie - he’s super excited to see El use her powers for the radio. He couldn’t believe it when she made Will’s voice come out. Will! Alive and singing!

But he’s still confused over Mike’s news of Will being with someone named Eddie. Eddie who? is their biggest question but El can’t say because she doesn’t know his last name or how to describe him.

“He’s a friend.” She keeps telling them.

Dustin prays it’s not Eddie Tremblay from fifth grade. The little sucker doesn’t deserve to be Will’s new friend after his football landed on their rocket project last month.

“Aaaand we’re in!” He announces, hopping behind El. Mike and Lucas squish against him even though they clearly have much more space.

El closes her eyes and listens to the whining static. Then the static changes through channels, voices quickly overlapping until they get more comprehensive. Then the voices get compressed into six, four, two-

“-Control to Major Tom..”

Dustin shoots his hand forward and grabs one of the speakers. But so does Lucas and Mike and now they’re slapping each other’s hands until Lucas finally takes it and yells, “Will, can you read us? Over!”

“‘Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong..’”

At the sound of the second person, Dustin’s first thought is oh thank God, it’s not Tremblay. Then his second thought is hm, this Eddie guy sounds kinda cool. Then his third thought is oh my god, we gotta talk to Will!

“Will! Do you copy? Over!”

“Will, where are you?”

“You feeling a bit better so far?”

“Tell Eddie we’re saying hi! Who is he? Over!”

“I’m getting cold again..”

“Me too. C’mon here.”

“Will! We’re right here!”

“How the hell are they not hearing us?”

“I wish I could go home…”

“So do I…”

El gives out a painful gasp and the radio explodes into flames. Dustin manages to extinguish it before the rest of the room catches, but the fire alarm goes off.

They all stare at the now-ruined transmitter, their only chance of connecting with Will and his mysterious new friend.

—

Eddie’s definitely missing.

It’s a fact that Jeff grows more sure of every day since Wayne Munson had asked him for Eddie’s secretive hideouts.

He keeps trying to ignore the seed of dread in his stomach, but it’s impossible now with the slightly somber atmosphere in the school after the morning announcement of Will Byers’ death. The fact that Eddie hasn’t shown up for classes or in the cafeteria again today isn’t helping either.

“If Munson’s still gonna be on his bender, he should’ve at least cancelled this week’s session.”

Jeff takes a half-open Skittles bag from Maya’s tray and throws it at Evan, making the two members jump. Maya because those are her Skittles and Evan because the bag hits his chest making more pieces fly out on the table.

“Eddie’s not on a bender.” Jeff hisses at Evan. Across him, Frankie is giving him one of his Don’t-Make-This-Any-Worse looks.

Evan huffs and crosses his arms, “Oh, yeah? Then where the hell is he?”

“Definitely not on a bender of any kind!”

“Gee thanks, that clears things up.”

Jeff’s about to snap back, but Frankie discreetly kicks his leg with a warning glare. It might be a good call because Jeff doesn’t know what to say next. Another defence of Eddie, for sure, but nothing to quench the rest of the club’s antsy-ness.

“Maybe he’s gone to a concert. Like hitchhiked to Indy or Chicago?” Maya asks after picking up her spilled candy.

“But he has a van?” Daniel, the senior member of Hellfire and their current drummer, frowns pointedly.

“What concert could’ve he gone to? Is there even any band playing in this bum state?” Evan raises his eyebrows.

“I dunno, Dio?”

“They’re touring in the UK right now.” Frankie says. Jeff shoots him a bewildered look that’s the equivalent to screaming are you kidding me? Frankie gives him a Play-Along-With-It look.

“Well, that settles it.” Evan raps his knuckles on the table. “Munson’s saved a fucking ticket to the goddamned Iron Lady’s territory and is breeding chicks in Dio’s mosh pit as we speak.”

Jeff stands up, no longer feeling hungry. He throws his half-eaten sandwich at Evan. The other boy gives out a disgusted shriek as the mayonnaise hits and stains his shirt. “Dude! What-”

“Shame on you.” Jeff keeps his voice even, just quiet enough for only Hellfire to hear him. Maybe it would somehow reach Eddie wherever the hell he is right now. “The only good thing about Eddie being absent is that he isn’t ripping the skins off of you and your characters right now. Especially you, Evan.”

He stares Evan down, who visibly gulps. “Eddie took you in the club’s open arms because he saw you were a loner who needed the right people to hang out with or you would’ve been one of the bullies. And this is how you thank him?”

He looks at the rest of the members and points at them accusingly. “When Eddie comes back from whatever he’s doing, I hope that rest of y’all feel guilty for thinking he doesn’t care. Because he absolutely does.” Then he grabs his bag and leaves the cafeteria without a second thought.

Outside is chilly as usual and the breeze helps relax Jeff’s nerves. For a while at least.

He stands at the parking lot, trying to think what he should do when he hears someone running over. He looks up and groans.

“Frankie, leave me alone, man.”

“So you haven’t heard anything from Eddie?” Frankie’s voice isn’t accusing but his look might’ve been.

“No. Not since the band practice days ago.” Jeff walks away but Frankie still follows him. “Then his uncle came and asked if I knew any places Eddie frequents. I told you guys that already.”

“Doesn’t stop Evan’s stupid theories.” Frankie mutters.

“You should’ve shut him up!”

“Are you kidding? You did better than what I could’ve done.”

“Words are stronger than death looks.”

Frankie snorts. He goes quiet as they reach the end of the school parking lot. Then he says, “Are you going to search for Eddie?”

Jeff stops. Turns and stares at him. “Uh, yeah? I mean, from what he said, Wayne’s probably already doing that. So, I dunno, I’m probably gonna do the bare minimum. Like where am I going to look, dude?”

Frankie doesn’t answer. His face is strangely pale and looking at something behind Jeff. He follows his friend’s phase and feels the dread well up in his mouth when he sees a poster on a nearby telephone pole.

He doesn’t need a closer look to recognize the black and white photo of Eddie from two months ago grinning at him or the large word MISSING written in Sharpie above it.

He tries very hard not to notice that it’s stapled right below Will Byers’ already wrinkled poster.

It’s a very strong feeling to see your best friend’s missing poster a few days after you last saw him alive.

Jeff forces to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s captured monochrome cheeriness. “Know what? Fuck it. Let’s find him. Wanna start at the woods?”

—

There’s something about singing quietly in the nightscape hell mirror version of your bedroom that makes Eddie’s fingers twitch to jolt it down somewhere.

After the meltdown at the house, Will had grew more quiet. Eddie had rocked him until Will complained of motion sickness and then Eddie had held him even when they slept.

After piggybacking the kid and singing “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” (at least until Eddie admitted death by earworms and convinced a change to “Space Oddity”) on the way back to Forest Hills, Will seemed to be back in his original spirits. Still quiet but no longer on the verge of tears next to Eddie. Although his coughs started to sound more wet and shook his small frame like a leaf.

Eddie prays to god that he can speak to Wayne this time. He hopes his uncle to come up with a cooler code system than Mrs. Byers and maybe get them out somehow.

But the trailer is quiet, save for Will’s whistled breathing as he sleeps in Eddie’s arms, the old itchy quilt cocooning them both. He has to stay up. Keep a lookout for the demogorgon in this hell land and for Wayne in the real world. But he feels so tired. If he can rest his eyes for just a moment…

The sound of muffled crying wakes him up.

—

The longer Wayne stares at the posters, the bigger the impulse to rip them up grows.

After Hopper left, he had went back inside and started on making the Missing posters for Eddie. The hardest part of it had been trying to find the right photo of his nephew and he had held back tears at how much Eddie had grown. How happier he looks.

He had printed copies at the library, keeping his head down from curious and pitying eyes. Christi Waldon was nice enough not to charge him for the fees.

Then he started putting the posters up and Wayne had felt like he was making a mistake.

Nobody never said anything how difficult it is to go around town again, putting a poster with your child’s face silently begging strangers who may disliked them to find them, and to do all of this without the police helping.

Wayne had printed 100 copies. He only managed to put up 18 of them before it became too much and hurried home.

Now there’s a pile of 82 posters with Eddie’s face staring up at him on the table. Wayne can’t bring himself to rip them up no matter what his mind demands it. He has a new superstition that if he does, Eddie will never be found alive.

He checks the time. Seeing it’s only after six, he sighs heavily and takes out his cigarette. He’s briefly overcome with the memory of catching a fourteen year old Eddie trying to smoke and how his smart cookie of a nephew swallowed the lit cigarette, immediately threw up, and sobbed while Wayne had to sit down so he wouldn’t break his own ass from laughing so far. After they’d both calmed down, Wayne showed him how to smoke properly and said-

He said…

What did he say?

Something erupts from his mouth. He clamps a hand over, suddenly worrying that he just got sick. But there’s no taste of bile. Only wet salt. He takes his hand off and, ah. He’s crying.

Wayne gives a wet laugh. Then it gasps into another sob. He covers his mouth again, unable to hold the tears back.

Above him, the lights flicker.

It feels almost comforting.

Wayne sniffs, watching as the bulbs hang on to its dear life of electricity. Then one of the lamps next to the couch start flickering as well. Slow and rhythmic.

The sadness does go away, but it makes Wayne feel the back of his neck hairs stand up.

—

Eddie drops his hand from the lights, stomping over to the phone. “Fuck this, now’s the chance.”

Will glances at him from where he’s crouching by the lights, still tired from being jostled awake so soon, “Eddie?”

He turns to him and says, “Little Byers the Vanished, how does one make a landline in the Vale of Shadows?”

“You, uh, just pick it up-”

Eddie does exactly that.

“Wait! It won’t even last-!”

—

The phone rings with a shrill.

Wayne snaps his head over to it. He’s breathing slowly, watching the landline like it’s his childhood spider.

The atmosphere in his trailer feels suddenly colder. As if there are ghosts present. Waiting.

The phone rings and rings until it gets to voicemail, his gruff message for the last decade. “You’ve reached the Munsons. Leave a message after the beep.”

There’s nothing after the beep.

Wayne looks at the lights again. The ceiling light has stopped but ones over the kitchen and door are flickering this time.

The phone rings again.

He stands up slowly, walking over to the phone. It rings louder to his ears now. He tries to ignore the sudden sense of a presence behind and beside him as he picks the phone up and holds it to his ear.

He hears static as if the caller has a bad connection.

He clears his throat and speaks, “Wayne Munson speakin’.”

The static crackles with some kind of harsh breathing. It’s loud to make Wayne cringe away and hang up-

“..Wayne..”

He freezes. The anxiety vanishes in an instant. “..Eddie?” He chokes out.

“..Wayne!”

“Oh my lord…” Wayne clutches the phone closer. “You’re alive, right? Eddie! Tell me where are you!”

“..I’m-”

The phone bursts into literal shock. He drops it with a yell and it clatters to the ground, dead.

That was him. That was Eddie’s voice.

Breathing raggedly, Wayne’s gaze snaps up to the lamps flashing maniacally. The air around him feels desperate and sinks down upon him. Anxiety comes back as quick as it comes, squashing on the brief spot of hope he felt.

“Nah, fuck this.” He mutters as he swipes his keys and runs out of the door. He can’t deal with more ghosts at this hour.

—

“Nonono—NO!”

Eddie slams his hands against the lights too hard. The pulsing glass bulbs nearly crack under the pressure.

None of it stops the sound of the truck engine starting.

“Wayne, it’s me! Can’t you hear me?!” Eddie’s throat is already dry from screaming, but he doesn’t care about it. “UNCLE WAYNE! JUST STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

He runs outside to the ever barren yard. He tries not to think about Wayne leaving just like how his dad did in his very last visit. How he had tried to chase after his dad’s car until Wayne stopped him. How he had been a crying mess while Wayne told him that both of them will stay together from now on.

“WAYNE, PLEASE! YOU PROMISED TO STAY!”

The truck drives away, farther and farther. If Eddie can catch him-

His lungs constrict themselves again. He stumbles, scraping his knees and palms on the ground. He coughs, gulping in too many shaky breaths that almost tastes like glass shards. He calls out-

“Come back! Come back!”

It comes out as a hoarse whisper.

His throat hurts.

The truck disappears. The sounds of the trailers’ muted everyday life and his own painful wheezing replace it.

Eddie is vaguely aware of Will shuffling up next to him and wrapping his arms around his shaking shoulders.

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stevetonyisendgame · 11 months

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It’s the fifth day of work reveals for A Second Chance: A Steve/Tony Endgame Mini-Exchange and we have 12 fics and 1 artwork today!

Thank you to all participants - we’re so excited to share all these beautiful gifts with you! Enjoy and remember to leave kudos/comments for our hardworking creators to show your appreciation!! ❤️

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Let’s Stay a While for geekymoviemom | ART - M

Some one had to return the stones just with a little company this time around and hopefully a little less chaos. They’d dealt with a life time supply of crazy already as it was if you asked Steve.

2. Sound the Reveille for AirlocksandAviaries | FIC - 2.1k, T

Steve wasn't in denial about his feelings toward Tony but they weren't something he expected to confront on the battlefield, either. Then Tony put the gauntlet on and snapped his fingers, and Steve thought he wouldn't get another chance.

3. don't fear our futures and dreams for captainstars | FIC - 8.9k, T

“Do you accept this chance, Steve Rogers?” There is no trace of laughter in the Keeper’s voice now, only grave formality. “I do.” For the first time since Tony had looked at him in that long-ago-2012 and asked you trust me? and Steve had replied without hesitation, Steve feels completely sure in the choice he’s making. During his journey to return the Infinity Stones, Steve discovers to his horror that Tony is in fact, not dead, but trapped inside the Soul Stone. The Keeper grants Steve one chance to save Tony. He takes it.

4. ever be afraid to say for captainstars | FIC - 1.4k, T

Steve sees it happening a moment just before it does, Tony snapping on the Gauntlet and facing Thanos head-on, eyes bright and ever-defiant. And Steve—Steve’s heart falls to his feet. No.

5. Once More for the First Time for Neverever | FIC - 4.1k, G

It was like clockwork. Get together, do a mission, part ways. Steve wondered what would happen if he asked Tony to stay.

6. Zero to One for lomku | FIC - 2.8k, T

Steve returns the Stones, comes back to 2023, names Sam the successor to Captain America, and sets off on his bike. Life is transient, and grief is all-encompassing, until Steve starts dreaming of Tony every night.

7. you are all I was hoping for for Areiton | FIC - 4k, T

His life had been so much emptier without Tony in it, and he missed him. He missed him so much that he felt better being in his company for even a little while.

8. way to a father's heart for robertdowneyjjr | FIC - 6.8k, G

Steve loves kids, and kids like him. He’s never met one who hadn’t immediately taken a liking to him. He’s good with kids. At least, he thinks he is. But these are Tony's children, and that fact alone makes all the difference in the world. He needs to make sure that he gets along with them. Otherwise, he can kiss his chance to be with Tony goodbye.

9. Right Where I Belong for This_Is_Captain_Handsome | FIC - 1.8k, G

After Endgame, Steve struggles with Tony's injuries. Will he ever recover?

10. Here To Stay for wingheads | FIC - 5k, M

Steve visits Tony (not unscathed but alive) in his cabin, post-endgame, and stays there longer than intended, because they have so much to do and because Tony never tells him to leave.

11. A New Vision of the Future for Thahire | FIC - 3.8k, G

Natasha watches Steve and figures out he's watching Tony - a lot. She watches it all become a mess and watches as Steve never stops pining.

12. Momentum for Thahire | FIC - 6.9k, M

He had said “resentment is corrosive.” He had shaken Steve’s hand, had nearly said more. He wanted to say more, but what was left to say? “Resentment is corrosive and I hate it, but I still feel it, and also I feel a lot of things about you and I don’t know how to untangle them all?”

13. Darling, let’s run for IronChantress3000 | FIC - 1.7k, G

Now, if I were a supersoldier, where would I go? Tony quickly scanned the doors with his glasses for Steve. He spotted his figure behind the door labeled Margaret Carter, Director. Of course. Where else would he be? Tony thought wryly.

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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year

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Calloused Hearts

Hi! New story, new series in fact. It’s scary, it’s new, I’m excited. Hope you guys like it.

Summary: You’ve been a part of Kaz Brekker’s life for a long time. Some people said it was before the cripple, before the gloves. Maybe they were right, but it didn’t change the fact that you’d disappeared for 6 years of his life. You weren’t there, and that meant you couldn’t be let back in….right?

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, violence, kaz’s touch aversion, but a lot of fluff towards the end.

w/c: 1419

Chapter 1:

Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Everyone knew this. Everyone feared it. It’s why he could walk down an alleyway in confidence. Of course, he was alert, because there was always someone who felt himself to be the bigger and better man. Which is why, when he heard someone grunt behind him, someone who he knew wasn’t Inej, he stopped.

“You know better than to sneak up on me.”

He heard the softest thud, one he wouldn’t have heard, had he not noticed the grunt before..

“You had to choose an alley with the worst houses in the Barrel?”

Kaz’s heart dropped. He knew that voice. How could he not? It was engraved in his mind, he knew it better than he knew his crows, better than he knew his trade, perhaps better than he knew himself.

“Why are you following me?”

He hated how his voice wavered. Your mere presence had such an effect on him. ‘Pull it together Kaz. You’re Dirtyhands. The Bastard of the Barrel. Act like it’.

He heard a huff, some shuffling, before you spoke again, “6 years, and the first thing you ask is why I’m following you?”

“You said it yourself. 6 years. So why?” He gripped his cane to ground himself. He had to remind himself that you weren’t the girl he knew. This girl wasn’t his best friend.

“I’ve been following you for nearly over 3 years now. You’re telling me you hadn't realized? Not once?”

“No.”

That was a lie. He had. He’d seen your navy blue coat in the small light of a shop window on a few occasions. The way that the rain didn’t seem to fall much on him and his crows, while others nearby got drenched. The shadow of your figure flying past his window. He’d seen it. But he’d refused to believe it. He’d blamed it on his mind. Was convinced that it was just his imagination. “No, I haven’t,” he said. Stronger this time, more firm, as if trying to convince himself.

He heard a sigh, more shuffling. “Ok. Alright, I guess I’m just that good then, huh?”

He knew what you were trying to do. You were trying to irk him. To get under his skin, to get him to spill the truth. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction, nor did he want to play along. Both were costly. So, he opted for silence.

More shuffling. Another sigh.

“Do I have to continue talking to your back? Or are you going to turn?”

He didn’t want to turn. Turning would mean seeing you. Seeing you would mean backtracking on all the efforts he’d put into forgetting you.

And yet, his heart yearned for it. To look at you, to see your face. One of the few good things in the Bastard’s life. He couldn’t afford it. He always trusted his mind. Not his heart. Yet somehow, he turned.

He couldn’t see your face clearly. It was hidden behind the shadows of the night, only the silhouette of your body. You kept your style; he could make out the jacket you wore, something like what Inej had, and your hood. You moved your hand and it came to a stop in front of you, where the moonlight illuminated your awkward wave. Gloves. He remembered those gloves. Fingerless, black leather. He’d given those to you. Kaz’s fingers curled around the crow on his cane. She’s not the girl you gave those too, she’s a betrayer. He stayed silent.

“Wow, no waving back? Okay.”

“Stop pretending like we’re friends. Like we know each other. Like I know you,” again, he was trying to convince himself. This wasn’t you. Part of him believed otherwise. Part of him wanted to take you back to the Slat. Catch up over whiskey, laugh it all off like you always had. He wanted to revel in your comfort. Your smile. Your lau-

‘Kaz stop it. Don’t let her in again’.

You stepped forward, and Kaz had to prevent himself from moving back. The moonlight fell on your face now, and his fingers ached from clutching his cane. Your features were more defined now, your eyes darker, without the spark he’d known. A scar, starting a bit above your eyebrow, ran down, across it, and ended just before your eyelid. He was right. This wasn’t you.

“We were, before,” the hurt in your voice did something to him. It made him want to give in. But he couldn’t. He remembered waiting for you, hoping you would show up. He set his jaw. No. He wasn’t going to give in to a traitor. “Before,” he said, still not in complete control of the confidence in his voice.

“Ok look, I can explain Kaz. Please let me explain. I-”

“No.” He cut you off. You froze. He took a deep breath in. “No Y/N you may not explain why you betrayed me. Why you broke your promise. I am not the slightest bit interested. I’ve learnt to live without you.” Lie. “I don’t need you.” Lie. A pause “I don’t need you,” he repeated. He was convincing himself, he just hoped you didn’t know that.

He watched you stiffen. Your expression dropped, shoulders sagging. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to turn around and leave. He wanted you. He wanted to forget your existence. He wanted so many things. All contradicting. He hated that you could do this to him. That you could turn his world upside down. That you could make him confused, and not know what he wanted. He hated you. No, he wanted to hate you, but his heart wouldn’t let him. He huffed. Get a hold of yourself Brekker.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Soft, hurt, confused. He couldn’t read the emotion. Your hand moved to clutch your side, a small whimper leaving your lips. Were you going to cry? That’s when he saw the sticky substance that coated your fingers. He froze, his eyes widening slightly. “Fuck,” you muttered. You looked back at him, eyes widened, face pale.

“I-”

“You’re bleeding.”

“Believe so,” you chuckled dryly.

“How?” He cursed himself internally. He shouldn’t care.

“Must’ve gotten shot escaping PR. But then I saw you outside alone and I followed. Kinda didn’t realize”

PR. The code you created for Rollins. Makes him seem too important, he’d say. Yeah, but PR’s are annoying, you’d bite back.

Kaz’s free hand curled into a fist. Did you think he couldn’t handle himself? Why did you follow him even after being shot? Why were you shot in the first place? And by Pekka? Why were you shot by Pekka? How by Pekka? What is up with Pekka, and him constantly messing with people he cared about? Why did he include you in that group? He flexed the hand holding his cane, it had gotten too stiff from all the gripping.

“I’ll uh- I’ll go. Just forget this ok? I thought it would go well, clearly it didn’t so, just ignore me.” You rushed with your words.

Kaz had to think fast. He didn’t want to let you back in. But he could have you healed right? Just once? Would it hurt? No it wouldn’t, right? Nina could fix you better than you’d be able to fix yourself. You’d already lost quite a bit of blood from what he could see. C’mon Kaz. She left you to fend for yourself. But the sight of you bleeding, hurt, and the fact that Pekka Rollins had done that to you, it changed something in him.

Just as you turned around, he called you out. “Wait.”

You turned back around slowly. “Look Kaz, I should go-”

“Can you walk till the Slat?”

He couldn’t see your face, you were in the dark again but he could hear the shock in your voice as you asked “What?”

“I was clear, I believe. Can you walk till the Slat? I assume you already know where that is.”

There was a pause, and then “Yeah, but-”

“Then we better get going before you faint, because if you do, I’m not carrying you.”

He walked up to you, pausing to look, “Let’s go,” and he walked off. He didn’t wait for you, fighting the urge to look back. After a few seconds he heard your huffs and then you yelled “Wait up Brekker, I’m hurt if you remember.” And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fight the small smile that made its way to his face.

Chapter 2

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : ME OR HER PT 3

Read part 1, Insta AU, pt2, Insta AU2

* featuring once again the @hoodharlow and major thanks to my baby Ree @heavyhitterheaux for the help, appreciate it mamas, she also makes an appearance in here.

It’s been days, even weeks that Y/N had reached out to Jack and till this day he hasn’t replied to her. In which she’s deeply hurt about, it’s so weird to her that he can be under her comments but he can’t talk to her privately.

It’s now the day of the festival in which they both will be performing and Jack is scared to run into her. But knowing his luck, that is more likely to happen.

“Jack, seriously? The day I met you, you were heartbroken and said you missed someone. So when I found out that someone was Y/N, I was more than happy to be working for you and get you both to reunite. I made that opening and you’ve been acting like a pendejo.” His manager Blanca says, glaring at him.

“I didn’t ask you to do that though.” Jack tells her.

“Este guero no entiende nada.” She says to Urban and Clay.

“Do whatever you want man, this stress isn’t good for the baby.” Blanca says rubbing her bump and leaves him there alone to go work on something before he has to go on stage.

“Are you really not going to talk to her at all? For someone who claims you still love her, you’re doing a shitty job at getting her back.” Urban tells him.

“Like come on, I can see the box in your pocket. Who carries that if you don’t plan on trying to fix things with her.” Jack’s brother Clay adds.

“Why is everyone so bothered whether I talk to her or not?”

“Because the moment she left you’ve only been depressed and whining on how much you miss her, And how you would do things differently.” Clay says. “But we can’t tell you what to do” He shrugs and grabs his phone and puts it in his pocket.

“We’ll meet you before you go on.” Urban tells him.

“Where are you guys going?”

Clay and Urban give each other a look but go on and answer him “We’re going to see Y/N perform and hangout a bit.” Clay answers him.

That answer has Jack sitting up “What? Since when are you two close with her.?”

Urban shrugs, “She reached out to all of us that day we all found her Instagram account.”

“So now you’re all friends with her.?” He’s clearly getting annoyed now.

“Dude, she was our friend too. When she left she cut all ties with us as well and we’ve missed her, so don’t get mad at us for doing what you’re too scared to do.” His best friend tells him.

Jack nods, “Just give me time.”

Clay shrugs “Get all the time you need, but don’t cry to mom when it’s too late and she finds someone else.” with that Clay and Urban leave Jack standing there alone with his thoughts.

******

“Ree I’m telling you, he doesn’t want to talk to me, why would I reach out to him again?.” You ask your best friend.

“Because babes, you’ve always been the one to fix things first. Every little argument y’all had, you would be the mature one.”

You shrug “Maybe I don’t want to be the mature one this time?”

Ree smiles and raises her eyebrows and looks at you “The same person who still wears the Necklace he bought you?. The same person who after two years, you still have as your home screen.? Or the fact that you kept in touch with his mom all these years or the fact that you bought a house in his hometown.? Someone who doesn’t want to fix things, wouldn’t have done all that.”

You groan “I hate when you’re right.”

“As your best friend, it’s my job to call you out on your bullshit.”

You smile “The only one actually.”

Ree smiles, “No lies were told. Now shake some ass, do your thing and show him what he’s been missing and if he doesn’t come looking for you, you go and set his ass straight and maybe go down on him.”

You both laugh at that.

“Share the joke with the crowd.” A voice says coming into the dressing room.

You both turn to look who it is and you both smile.

“My baby is here.” Your best friend says excited and runs to her man.

“Hi mamas, miss your tiny self.”

“You’re not calling me tiny when we do all those moves in bed and hotel bathrooms.”

Urban chuckles “My fun sized baby.”

“Damn Urb, you can handle all that?” Clay asks

Ree smiles “He sure can, and he does a perfect job at it.”

You roll your eyes playfully “Okay horn dogs, be respectful with the single ones.”

“You’re single because Jack and you are so stubborn.”

“Clayborn, you’re supposed to be on my side.” You tell him with a pout.

“I’ll be in your corner when you and my brother fix things.” He goes up to you and hugs you. “Plus if by the night my mom doesn’t get a word that you too are good, she says she’ll find both of you and lock you in a room until y’all fix your shit.”

You smile at that, “Mama Maggie has always had my back since day one”

“Yes, now come on, it's time for you to kill it.”

*********

After your performance you make it your mission to go look for Jack. You thought you had seen him in the crowd where families and friends of the performers would have a safe and secluded area. But when you did a double take, he wasn’t there. So that just killed your mood, but once you were done, Ree confirmed that you weren’t imagining stuff, he indeed was watching and was smiling the whole time.

So Clay and Urban directed you to his backstage area. You were power walking through halls and halls until you made it outside of his dressing room.

“Te ves como una mujer que tiene una misión que cumplir.”

You smile, “Blanca, siempre un placer en verte.” You go to hug her.

“Please tell me you’re here to work shit out with that stubborn man?”

“Hopefully yeah, I know he’s been giving you shit about this topic. So I appreciate you being understanding and patient with him.”

She shrugs. “It’s my job to have him on check but also in such a short period of time he’s become a good friend, so I just want both my friends to be happy.”

I nod, “I make no promises.”

“Go in there then, he doesn’t have to perform until last so you have time.” And with that she walks away.

You take a deep breath and knock on the door “come in.”

You walk in and your eyes automatically go to search where he’s at and find him sitting down on a couch, doing something with his phone.

“Hi.” You say to break him out from what he’s doing.

He looks up and it’s shocked to see you “Y/N!”

You smile “I saw you out there watching my set.”

He nods “Yeah.” He stands up so you take that as an opening and head closer to him.

“Why didn’t you stay to say hi or something?”

He shrugs “Didn’t think there was anything to talk about.”

“Ouch.” You look down at your hands, then up at him. “I deserve that I guess.”

“I mean yeah, you do.”

“Can we talk?”

He shrugs, “About what? The last time we talked, you said lots of things and made a choice for the both of us.”

“I know, But please let me explain.”

“I have to get ready to perform, so maybe some other time.” He walks towards the door but you’re faster so now you’re blocking his way.

“Y/N, please step aside.”

You shake your head. “No, please just tell me at least why you hate me so much? I know I walked away but it was hard on me as well.”

He just stays quiet, looking at you and you notice he’s trying to bail.

“I’m not leaving until we get to talk, after tonight if you don’t want anything to do with me I’ll disappear.”

“Yeah, you’re perfect at that.”

You nod, “Again, I deserve that but please let's talk.”

“You left, you left me all those years ago and you didn’t even look back. You didn’t think about anyone else but you. Then you pop up like nothing? Like everything is supposed to fall back like how it used to? No Y/N, you hurt me. You left me. We had plans and you chose to leave.”

“I know and I regretted it the moment I did. But come on Jackman she was your manager, I was just the girl warming up your bed. You weren’t about to set her straight or let her go.”

He glares at you. “You were more than a warm body and you know that. We were leaving that night, I wasn’t going to decide on anything. But yeah maybe you’re right. I wouldn’t have set her straight there because she was part of my contract. But you took the easy way out.”

“The easy way out? You think it was easy walking away from you?.” You shake your head. “Jack, walking away from you was harder than it looked. It broke me too, but I left for you.”

He chuckles “How is leaving doing it for me?”

“Because I knew she was your manager and you had to work with her. I also know you hate confrontation and having to choose between people you care about. She was making rude comments towards me, since the very first time she saw me with you. I left because I knew you would had to make a choice eventually and I wasn’t going to make you do that. I left because I knew you were meant for greatness and I wasn’t going to stop you from living your dreams.”

“Did you have to block me from all of your social media? I even asked your friends and they wouldn’t say anything to me about you. I didn’t know if you made it with your music because you changed your name. Then you pop up like nothing, like I’m supposed to drop everything and be okay that you left me?”

You shake your head, “No, but at least we'd have closure of everything that happened. Leaving you wasn’t easy, I regretted the moment those words left my mouth. But we both had to focus on our careers. I will never regret that, putting your career above my feelings. You deserve every success you’ve had.”

You look at him and notice he’s not even paying attention to you or looking at you, he's looking down at his hands. “Are you even listening to me? I’m trying to explain myself. To let you know why.”

He nods. “Part of me understands why you decided on leaving. But part of me is hurt that you did.”

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to come searching for you. To tell you I was sorry, but Neelam was being disrespectful towards me and was making you pick between Me or her. I’m not a child, I wasn’t going to make you decide between us.”

You stare at him and see him looking down to his hands again. “You’re honestly not even listening to me again. What has you so distracted?.”

He doesn’t answer you or even bothers to look at you.

“I tried, I guess I’ll leave you to it then.” You turn around and open the door, but he stops you and slams the door shut. “Jack what the hell?.”

“I’m hurt. You hurt me by leaving me and by the choice you made. But what hurt me the most was not waking up to you, not seeing your smile or those little silly fights we would have over what to eat for dinner. We had plans, I had plans that night, and they went to shit the moment I made it backstage.”

He pulls out something from his left pocket. “This was meant to be yours. I was going to propose that night, I had everything planned but you left.”

You freeze at his confession. “W-What? Jack?”

He smiles, “I told you on our second date that I knew you were going to be the woman I would want to spend my life with. Maybe I’m an idiot but I can’t see myself giving it to anybody else.”

“What are you saying right now?”

“Even though you hurt me by leaving, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I let you walk away from us, from me again.”

“I’m so confused right now, my emotions are all over the place and I don’t know if I’m understanding what you’re saying, so please clarify what you’re saying.”

“I’m saying that if you're willing, we can start all over again and I promise to never put you second to anyone or anything else ever again. But you have to promise me that when things get tough you won’t run and hide. We’ll work on things together.”

You nod, “I promise.”

He pulls you in. “It’s going to take some time but I’m sure we’ll get to where we once were.”

“I’ll never stop saying how sorry I am that I left you.”

“Y/N, I think I somewhat understand why, but I don’t have to like the decision you made. Enough of that though. We lost so many years, it’s time we catch up.”

You nod, smiling “I missed you so much.” You say and go to hug him.

After a while you two make it back to the couch to sit down and just talk about everything and anything. You share some kisses here and there and it just reminded you how much you really do love this man.

Jack asks you about your music, you tell him that you watched everything he’s accomplished from afar.

“Please tell me you two are fucking or at least in one piece.”

You both look towards the door and see Urban popping his head inside. “Oh, I’m guessing everything went well then?”

You nod “We’re okay.”

“FINALLY!!!!.”

“I’m happy you two solved your issues, but Jack you’re needed real quick. I’m sorry.” Blanca says.

“Oh, no problem, I actually have to go change and get my things. I rushed over here after my performance.” You say getting up from the couch.

Jack follows. “Don’t leave, wait for me?”

“I’m not leaving without you bubs.” You tell him and go to peck his lips. “But I do need to go and check up with my team. I’ll come looking for you.”

He nods “I’ll see you in a bit.”

You walk out the room with your best friend Ree, leaving Jack with Urban, Clay and Blanca.

“I need you guys to help me with something” Jack tells them.

“Ahora con que?” Blanca asks.

“I let her walk away once. I’m not letting that happen again. So here’s the plan.”

Jack shares the plan with them and they’re all excited about what’s about to happen in less than twenty four hours.

He was being serious when he said he couldn’t see himself with anybody else.

He missed you.

He still loved you despite everything.

He still had the ring that was supposed to be yours that night everything went wrong.

He had a plan, and he was going to make it happen.

He just hopes you’ll say yes.

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kimaswork · 7 months

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Please do a part 2, I thought part 1 was really sweet :]

Glad you liked the first part, I mostly wrote it on a whim but part 2 here we go!

Summary- You go out with Katsuki and friends and get overwhelmed

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After a few days of adjustment, Katsuki was accustomed to your constant uneasiness. He was always nearby, ready to tell you to sit and to hold his hand. He was better at keeping you calm than any pill you’d ever tried. Katsukis continual presence eased your mind and helped you get through the days.

After a few days of following you around the apartment and work, you felt comfortable enough to go elsewhere with him. You looked down at your phone, a new message popping up from your friends group chat. The group was going to go shopping in a hour and you were arranging to go with them. Everything was in place, except for the fact that you weren’t ready yet. Hopping out of bed, you went to the corner of the room and picked out a nice outfit that was both comfortable and would look nice while you were out with friends. You got dressed in faded black jeans and a gray tank top with a white flannel to cover your shoulders. Once dressed, you exited the room to see Katsuki waiting by the door, “What’s going on?” he asks as he sniffs the air. “You smell excited.” he states. You only smile up at him as you take his hand and walk to the front door, handing him his service vest. “We’re going out? Where?” he asks as his massive tail wags behind him. “Some friends of mine invited me out, so we’re gunna go shopping!” you declared as you put on some sneakers. Katsuki got on his vest along with a leash that clipped to the front. He never liked how the leash made him look like a pet, but he knew it was necessary.

Soon enough the both of you were ready to leave and out the door, walking to the nearby shopping district everyone had agreed to meet at. As the two of you walked you held the end of his leash tightly, fidgeting with the frayed tip. Katsuki looked down at you before placing a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, it’s alright. We’re just going to see your friends.” He remarked encouragingly. You nodded in agreement as the two of you entered the mall and waited on a nearby bench. You pulled out your phone, texting everyone that you were there and waiting. Immediately you got a message back, it was an image. Opening it, you saw it was a photo of you with your head down. Looking up you saw the sender of the message, your friend Sero. You stood up and dropped Katsukis leash, giving Sero a tight hug. He chuckled “Did ya miss me or something?” he asks jokingly but you still nodded in response. Releasing him, you sit back in your seat next to Katsuki. “Katsuki, this is my friend Sero. We went to high school together. Sero this is Katsuki, he’s my emotional support.” you explain as you introduce the two. Sero nods and extends his hand which Katsuki took and shook.

After a small wait and some chatter, the rest of your group arrived. Introductions went by fast and soon you all were walking from store to store. Katsuki stood by your side as much as he could, only being a few feet away when you went into rooms to try on clothes. The day was fast-paced and you were feeling overwhelmed by the fifth store. But not wanting to ruin the mood for everyone else you remained silent, following them from behind with a slower pace. After another three stores you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to take a break. Walking up to Mina you tapped her arm, grabbing her attention before speaking, “I’m gonna go for a bit, don’t wait up for me.” She looked at you, concern in her eyes, before she answered, “Alright, call me if ya need anything.” You hummed in response as you turned around and left the group behind.

Once you were outside you could feel the tremors in your hands and the shaking of your knees. Katsuki wrapped an arm around your waist to help you stand better, knowing all too well that you were a fainter if things got too bad. You leaned against him, trying to find comfort as you felt an anxiety attack quickly approaching. He looked down at you, noticing your current state before coaxing you towards a bench and sitting you down. Sitting down helped your body relax a bit, but your mind was still racing. Your hands shook as you tried to voice that you needed help, but words refused to be formed. Looking up to Katsuki, you wordlessly asked for help, pleading with your eyes for him to sit next to you. He sat beside you on the bench and pulled you into his chest, gently embracing you. You hugged him tightly as you tried to bring your breathing back to a normal tempo. Hearing your heart beating in your ears was no help at all, though. The thudding through your mind only reminded you of how the stress was affecting your body. Katsuki placed his hand on your arms and lightly pushed you back, “Take deep breaths.” He orders. Nodding in understanding, you struggle to do as he says. Your breaths coming in sharp choppy gasps of air, trying to get oxygen to your body. He holds your arm firmly with one hand as the other tilts your face up to look at him. “Copy me.” he commands, as he begins demonstrating how he wanted you to breathe. Katsuki assisted you for the next twenty minutes, gently aiding you through your panic and rubbing your arms.

After what felt like forever, your breathing was finally stable and your tremors had lessened. “T-thank you, Katsuki.” you said, finally finding your words. He smiled down at you as he then asked, “Are you okay now?” You nodded. “Think you can get up?” “Yeah, I should be okay.” you replied. He stood up, holding out his arm for you. You smiled at him before taking his arm and standing. “Wanna go find your friends now?” He asks. You think for a short moment before you answer, “I think I’m ready to go back home, I feel alright now but I don’t think I’m well enough to keep going.” Katsuki nods before taking your small hand in his and walking you back home.

Once at home the both of you changed into some comfortable clothes, you in some sleep shorts and a large t-shirt, and Katsuki in some gray sweatpants. You sat on the living room couch and turned on the TV, soon feeling the couch dip as Katsuki sat next to you. You look at him with a small smile before scooting closer and leaning against him. For the rest of the day the two of you stayed in and watched TV while cuddling until you both fell asleep on the couch, you laying on Katsuki with your head on his chest and him with his head back on the couch and his arms wrapped around you.

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The Shape of You Pt. 8

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Reader is dealing with depression and anxiety, mentions of Michael’s murders, angst

Word Count: 6.1k

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7

Taglist: @msghostface @izumima @cavern-creature @101killer @scooby-the-soviet-soldier

(A/N:) Thank you everyone for your patience! I can’t believe I’ve almost been working a year on this series! And at 55,000 words already I feel like I’ve really accomplished something! I know we’re nearing the end and I know how I want to end it, it’s getting the part I’m most excited for that’s slowing me down as I’m trying to think of things to keep it interesting and get to where I’m going! So please be patient with me and hopefully I can get the next chapter out a lot sooner as I want to try to finish this around Halloween. But I do have other Halloween things I’m wanting to write too! But I will try my best! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

It took about three days for you to recover enough to get up and go back to your normal life. Michael had been at your side every moment he could, taking care of you and making sure you had all that you needed. He even called in to your work for you, you knew you were going to get bombarded at work with questions about the man that called in for you. With your fever gone and the strength coming back slowly, you started to do more chores around the house with a lot of Michael’s help of course. You no longer wanted to dwell on depressive things or let it bring you down anymore. Michael had convinced you that you did in fact deserve to heal and for the first time you believed him. You were tired of not being happy and tired of feeling useless.

With Michael at your side you felt like you could conquer this time of life you found yourself in. The physical touch was still a little hard as Michael did start touching more like he used to. He did it in a way that you could see it was him. At first you would stiffen slightly but instead of shutting your eyes and trying to bear it, like you used to, you kept your eyes focused on him. Reminding yourself over and over it was him and not Ian. Slowly but surely everything was returning to normal and you were proud of yourself. Michael seemed to be doing better to when he saw the progress you were making. Of course relapses came and went at times, but you both dealt with them facing the problem instead of running away.

You begin to tell Michael how you felt and he did the same. It would take time and willpower to finally unravel all that Ian had done to you. So to counteract any doubts or moments you both started to do things together that normal couples would do. Michael would be by your side through laundry, cleaning, and cooking. Whatever you were doing he was right there with you. If you were putting a load of laundry in the washer he would be folding the ones that were in the dryer. If you were cleaning the living room he was right there helping. But the favorite for you both was cooking together. Always handy with the knife Michael would cut up all the vegetables while you prepared other ingredients or stirred whatever meal was cooking in a pot or pan on the stove. You always hummed while you worked as the radio played in the background, Michael found that endearing and soothing and more times than not Michael would hum along right beside you.

His stifled personality continued to grow daily as you both worked through things that had hurt you in life. Whenever you placed the food in the oven to bake and the radio was playing the right song you wound up dragging Michael in the middle of the kitchen floor for an impromptu dance session. Before too long the large man was tapping his foot and twirling you around with a big grin on his face. You laughed and carried on until the timer on the counter began to ring. You only abandoned the dance to remove your meal from the oven. Setting the hot pan on the stove you turned only to see a pouting Michael. Every day that passed brought more and more of Michael’s personality forward. What had been stifled for so long was beginning to bloom and you were so glad that you were the one who was getting to witness the transformation and that you were a big part of it.

After eating you both sprawled out on the couch with the TV on only as background noise. Michael was stroking your hair while he focused on the show that was quickly becoming lost to you. You lost yourself in his touch, letting Michael be the only one that you could focus on. He mindlessly trailed a scarred finger down your cheek, before his thumb brushed against your plush bottom lip. You sucked in a breath as the gentle touch sent a jolt through you. Still unaware of the effect he was having on you. His blank expression was fascinating but hard to concentrate on as he started stroking your jaw line. Tired of him not realizing what he was doing to you, you grasped his wrist bringing his hand back to your face. Michael stiffened when you brought the pad of his thumb to your lips and kissed it. His one eye quickly darted from the TV screen as you winked up at him and nibbled at the skin. You treated each digit the same making sure one did not lack the attention it deserved. He sucked in a breath and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

The heat in your eyes had him seeing stars before he finally forgot the TV he had been watching moments ago. Wordlessly he stood, almost knocking you from the cushions before he scooped you up. You laughed in delight the warmth of his skin under his thin sleeping shirt seeped through to your very bones. You held on tightly as he quickly maneuvered you both but knocking things from the side tables in the living room due to his haste. He glanced downward before booting them away with his foot so he wouldn’t trip and drop you. He raced you both to your room where you lavished each other in kisses and heated touches, until you both fell asleep holding each other close in the soft bed.

Michael’s quiet snores woke you up before your alarm clock did. His hot chest pressed up against your back, acted like a natural heater and you found yourself sinking deeper into his warmth. The thought of leaving his warmth and the comfort of bed had you hesitating to get up. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand but he quieted immediately, falling back into a deep slumber. The more you had to leave him to go to work the harder it became every time. Taking in the moment you gave yourself a little longer before trying to remove yourself from Michael’s tight grip. You didn’t want the alarm clock waking him up, though it would take a miracle for him to stay asleep when you left the bed. He had a knack for knowing when you were gone and he would come searching for you every time. It was endearing but annoying when you wanted to let him sleep in. So gently and carefully you removed yourself and shut off the alarm clock.

Michael mumbled again and rolled over causing you to stand still. He nuzzled deeper into the pillow and fell back to sleep. You sighed in relief, smiling at the chance to see him at his most vulnerable. These were the moments you loved the most as you were the only one who ever got to see them. It was important to you to see that he could be this comfortable and to be himself. Despite his problems and misgivings a person needed the chance to grow and to realize that they are loved no matter what. With as much grace as you could muster, you kissed his forehead before tiptoeing away, leaving him to rest while you got started getting ready to leave once again for work. You were dreading the moment that you walked through those office doors but bills must be paid and you could expect Michael to be at the door as soon as you arrived back home. You grinned as you started water running into the tub. Getting up earlier had it’s merits as you had time to take a nice hot bath to soak your weary muscles and wake your body up for the day. After being sick you could use the comfort hot water could bring.

You splurged a little and added a little bit of the expensive bubble bath soap you had bought on a splurge trip awhile ago at the local cosmetic shop. The smell filling the bathroom as the tub continued to fill. Pinning up your hair you slipped into the hot water, letting all the tension melt and float away on the pearly bubbles. You hummed gently, trying to be quiet so Michael could keep sleeping. He had lost sleep when you had gotten sick as he took care of you 24/7 until you were back on your feet. Your eyes closed and ears plugged with water, you jolted at the sudden touch to your brow. Michael smiled before touching your wet cheek. You set up bubbles slithering down your chest.

“Morning,” you said as he eased himself down to the cold tile floor. He put one hand in the water searching out for yours in the murky water.

“Good morning,” was his reply as he found the object of his desire. He gripped your hand tightly before bringing it up to his mouth where he left soft kisses across the wet skin.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” you hummed.

“Can’t sleep without you.”

Your heart began to pound with the look that he gave you as it pierced straight through your body. How he could have such power over you was mind boggling but you liked to think you had the same power over him as well. The intensity of his chocolate brown eye had you shivering despite the warm water. While you wanted him to sleep, you couldn’t help but be glad that he was awake sitting close to you while you prepared to leave for the work day. It was these moments that you were most grateful for. The normalcy these moments brought, along with the desire to keep having these moments remained strong. You lost track of time until your second alarm went off telling you that your time to finish getting ready was getting dangerously close. With one last peck to his nose you pulled the plug to the tub. Wrapping yourself in a warm towel you shooed Michael from the bathroom so you could focus on getting ready.

With your touch and smell still lingering in his system Michael reluctantly left you alone. The loneliness that came with your absence almost strangled him every day as he would count down every second until you walked back through that door to him. He knew this was a part of your life that you couldn’t change and a large part of him wished that he could have that sense of normalcy that you had. He knew where that had been taken from his life and it was his own fault. He could admit that much and he was just thankful that someone out there had realized that all he wanted was some form of understanding. While you were quickly realizing that it wasn’t completely Michael’s fault as he had just been a child when he did the horrible deed he had done, he still did it. Guilt squeezed his chest as he heard you singing in the bathroom, finishing your normal work routine. The urge to protect you from the horrible things that he had done and what the cruel world could achieve in taking from you, only grew stronger in these moments of thought. He clenched his fists, teeth grinding he marched to the kitchen. If he couldn’t go out to help earn a living like you, the least he could do was make your home life a little easier. That’s why he was so interested in everything you do.

He didn’t get to grow up in a household where the parents love you unconditionally, didn’t teach him the basics of life. For the majority of his life; his food was prepared for him, his room was barely fit for a human being, and the regular decent things people got to experience was stolen from him. All because of one decision and one night so long ago. His world turned upside down. But you stepped in, teaching him what he wanted and bringing the part that he never got to have in. So he vowed to never have such things taken from you as he made you a quick breakfast and packed your lunch. When you came down the stairs, refreshed and dressed for work he watched you carefully. Taking in all the little details that made you, you. He couldn’t help but feel that these little moments, these days were dwindling down. He couldn’t hide forever and he couldn’t ask you to work yourself to death for both of you. Michael loved you too much to be that much of a burden to you.

As a man he wanted to provide, to help you in life. Not hide out until the end of his days. One thing that did remain in Michael was his ability to hide his emotions. He didn’t want you worrying about him. You did that enough without knowing the turmoil that raged inside him. As he held out your lunch bag and breakfast, you smiled happy that you had someone that truly cared about you. Besides your parents, Michael had really taken an interest in making sure you had everything you needed, that your mornings didn’t have any unnecessary steps for you to do. He knew everything you liked and disliked, he even knew how you liked your coffee. You kissed his cheek promising to be back as soon as your day was over. He grabbed you before you could turn away, embracing you warmly before kissing you deeply. He wished to just hold you there and keep you forever, to keep you safe from the cruelness that seemed to trail you. But eventually you squirmed away, thinking he was just playing with you. You gave him one last goodbye and he waved slowly from the kitchen doorway. When the front door shut Michael’s shoulders sagged. It was going to be another long day with his thoughts.

You thought you had mentally prepared yourself for walking through those doors to the office, until the bombardment began as soon as you walked in. Your head began to spin as everyone slammed you with questions and before you could answer even one of them, someone else was asking a different question. You felt like you were on a roller coaster that was out of control and with no emergency brake. Your saving grace was Julie as she pushed her way through the crowd, she glared at your co-workers as she grabbed your arm and parted the people out of your way. She rushed you both into your office where she slammed the door closed. You panted from the exertion, both physically and mentally. While you knew Julie more than just wanted answers, she knew to give you time. That you would eventually open up, but not everyone was as considerate as she was. While everyone had your best interests in mind, due to what you had gone through, sometimes they forgot that in the pursuit of their own wants. Julie gave you a few moments to catch your breath before she spoke.

“If you need me let me know,” she said firmly. “But don’t think this gives you a pass on telling me why your secret boyfriend sounds so dang hot and you’re hiding him from us.”

“I have my reasons,” you coughed in your hand, trying and failing to hide your grin.

“Sure,” she scoffed opening the door and pointing her finger at you before leaving. Today was going to be interesting if not anything else. Sitting before the paperwork that had waited on you, you pressed your forehead into the wood. Interesting and long was what you decided, cause you were already ready to go home. Michael seemed so far away while you were here but you sucked in a deep breath and got to work.

Michael had stood there for awhile, just staring at the door that you had walked through. The loneliness crushed him every time you left, but it was becoming worse now after that taste of freedom he had had. It was for your sake, but now the outside world intoxicated him in a way that he had never felt before. Being locked away for so long had stripped him of anything normal, he didn’t know how regular people acted. Now he wanted more, even though he knew he shouldn’t. You would be heart broken if he was taken away, just because he couldn’t ignore the siren call of the outside. Michael pulled his gaze away from the door, he had to occupy himself before he heeded the call and opened that door and stepped outside.

It was hard to occupy himself every day as he wanted to spend the majority of the time with you. While the outside had became a siren towards him, you were his very being. Now that he had you he couldn’t get enough of the taste. There was so much he wanted to do with you, more than you both already done. You had turned into his everything and he didn’t know if you realized it. Even if you had never returned his affection, it was enough just to be here with you. Your happiness had become his very goal in life and while he wanted to stray outside more than anything he couldn’t strip your happiness away. That’s why he ignored his want, that’s why he distracted himself. He couldn’t bring himself to dwell on it any longer, but he couldn’t keep his wants hidden from you. You both had decided to tell each other everything. Though he knew already what you would tell him, he couldn’t keep it secret from you. It wouldn’t be fair. Turning from the door, ignoring the call to go out, he found something to occupy his time until you were able to come home.

You came home physically and mentally drained. The day had been too busy for Julie to corner you for details, you barely got a lunch break and all that included was a breather and a granola bar. Letting your bag and keys fall to the floor, you kicked off your heels and started searching for Michael.

“I’m home,” you called. Michael left your spare room, a streak of paint on his cheek. You giggled, wiping the paint away with your thumb before embracing him in a hug. All the tension you had left on your shoulders from work immediately melted away at the touch of his hands.

“I missed you,” you hummed. He answered back with a tighter squeeze. He always missed you, he didn’t have to tell you that every day for you to know it either. “What you working on in there?”

“Just practicing with some paint but I think we need to talk,” Michael spoke after letting you have a few moments of relaxation. You stiffened, fears suddenly plaguing your mind as the larger man lead you to the couch. He switched on a lamp illuminating the room. Your eyes glimmered with tears but he shook his head. He didn’t want to make you nervous but he couldn’t let you stay in the dark. He knew that his situation was different that most men but he still deserved a say in things. You needed to know and he needed you to know.

“I want to go outside.” He couldn’t bring himself to beat around the bush. Blunt speaking and getting right to the point always seemed the better option to him. His statement really didn’t shock you though, you knew it had to come around eventually. You had noticed a difference in Michael recently after you had gotten sick and he had taken it upon himself to go get the supplies to help you get better. He looked at the windows more and the door held his gaze too as if he longed for the freedom that outside brought. You never thought Michael as a less than highly intelligent individual. Stupid wasn’t what he was when he longed for the outside world. He was different now than from before when you first met him, he wanted to see what normal things life could bring. But he couldn’t risk letting himself be found by the authorities, while he longed for the outside the world, it didn’t long for him. He knew that. You never doubted for one moment he could reintegrate back into the real world, make a good name for himself now that he was realizing how much he had changed and learned. But people had a hard time looking pass someone’s past. You feared that Michael had too much damage and horrors linked with his name that could never be erased.

Haddonfield would never welcome a reformed Michael Myers back into their midst, no matter how many times he proved himself. And if they knew you were as close to him as you were they would string you up right beside him. It didn’t matter you never took any lives, just being associated with him was enough for them to burn you at the stake alone with Michael. You took his scarred hands with yours giving them a squeeze.

“Michael,” you started to speak.

“I want to take you out to dinner,” he blurted suddenly, interrupting you. “I want to go to the movies with you. I want a job. I want a family.” He sucked in a breath his eyes boring into your being. “I want to be with you.”

You choked back a sob at the sudden confession he had been holding inside for who knows how long, ”But Michael. They won’t accept you and I can’t watch them drag you away. They may lock me up right beside you.”

He wiped your tears knowing that talking about this was bringing you pain, but he couldn’t take the secrecy it was eating him up inside. This had to happen, there was no getting around it. “I would never let them take you away. I will not be your downfall, but I want to provide for you like a normal man can.”

“You are,” you argued.

“I can’t buy you things you need. I can’t take you out to eat or go shopping. I have to watch you leave everyday and it’s getting harder.”

You swallowed, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat. “I’d say that I would never leave again. But we like to eat and watch TV.”

Michael chuckled kissing you softly. You racked your brain trying to think of something that could appease you both. The movies were dark enough but you still had to make your way from the front. Dinner was out of the question as you knew too many people and too many people recognized Michael Myers. The towns very own devil. Michael watched you in silence, your mind rushing to and fro. He had come to realize those moments when you were in deep thought, when suddenly you rose from the couch abruptly causing him to jump a little at the movement.

“Who says we have to go out to eat for a date,” you marched to the kitchen. “Stay right there until I call for you Michael.”

Michael obeyed, knowing better than to disobey when you were a woman on an a mission. He grabbed the remove to the TV and began flipping through channels as he listened to you do whatever you had planned in the kitchen.

After waiting for an hour, he wound up falling asleep on the couch while a comedy played on TV that quickly lost his attention. You strolled back into the living room, shaking Michael awake. He woke, but had to blink twice at the sight before him. You stood before him with a dirty apron and a fake mustache placed under your delicate nose.

“Sir if you will please follow me,” you deepened your voice and waved your stained hand to the kitchen door. Wordlessly Michael followed, his amusement evident on his handsome face. He stepped into a movie-esque scene in the dining room. A bright white table cloth placed upon the table and a candle placed delicately in the middle. The lights were off and all the light in the kitchen was from the single candle on the table. You lead him forward towards the table and he took a seat at your prompting. He could tell you had taken a few moments to go ahead and fix your hair in a style he had yet to see on you before.

“Your date said she was running a tad late,” you gave a little bow. “Please if you need anything while you wait don’t hesitate to ask.”

Peeling the mustache from your face and sticking it onto Michael’s brow you flung the apron on the couch as you raced by before heading down the hall, the echoes of his laughter following you. This had to be as perfect and authentic as you could make it. Luckily for you, you still had a nice dress you had bought several years ago for the company Christmas party you ever attended. You hadn’t worn it since that first year when Ian had gotten so drunk he was making out with everything female shaped and his pursuit of you began. Now you either didn’t show up or you wore something comfortable. Michael had yet to see you wear such attire, though he had seen you unclothed, the thought making you blush bright red. Shimmying from your food stained work clothes you pulled the dress up and placed your arms through the short sleeves. It was a little tighter than you remembered but it still fit. That’s all that mattered. You started to zip up the back, when you suddenly remembered how difficult the dress was to zip all the way up. The first and last time you wore the thing, you had put on a sweater until you made it to the office and Julie helped you zip it the rest of the way. But now you were stuck with no friend around, you wanted to surprise Michael but that was no longer an option.

“Michael,” you called down the hall, “can you come help me.”

Worry tugged at him, when he heard your tone of voice. He was out of his chair and in the bedroom immediately. He calmed down once he saw the sheepish look on your face. He stepped back, stunned by the scene before him. This was what he always imagined, but it was better than anything he had dreamed about. “I can’t get the stupid zipper up all the way,” you turned around pointing the the culprit only halfway up your back. “Can you help me?”

He nodded silently, taking careful steps forward he swallowed nervously. He had touched you, loved you in all different ways. But at this very moment, everything felt different. You stood there patiently, shivering at the gentle touch of his hand. Michael could smell the perfume you had put on, it was driving him crazy. The touch of your warm skin and the cool silk of the dress was plunging him deeper down into a place he had yet to explore before. You could hear the zipper being pulled, but not in the direction you wanted.

“You’re suppose to go up not down,” you swallowed thickly trying to joke to ease the tension you were feeling. You were afraid that your body was going to rat you out on how much you rather stay here in this room with Michael than go back to eat the meal you prepared.

Michael remained silent, pushing the fabric aside to where he could reach your neck and bare shoulder. He mindlessly followed what his heart and body wanted, letting his conscious take a back seat for once since he met you. You jolted at the first touch of his lips. As he kissed the crook of your neck, before he began to nibble his way to your ear. His large fingers pulling the delicate pins from your hair, until it fell down in a soft sheet that smelled of your floral shampoo. He brushed it aside, keeping his path clear as he continued to kiss and lick his way to your other shoulder. You trembled, your hands clenched in fists as you tried to remain still. Your world was beginning to revolve around him and you never wanted him to leave. Moments like these, you could no longer live without them. You longed for them and craved them when the two of you were alone.

“We’re supposed to eat before dessert,” you teased again. Your nervousness keeping you from shutting your mouth. Trying to ease the tension between you two. The hunger in Michael’s eyes inflaming your skin. You could feel the heat of his touch sear every nerve in your body. He reached your cheek, kissing you once, twice, before zipping your dress up and scooping you into his arms. The cool silk a sudden contrast to his blazing body. He wanted you now, but he would wait. You had to be hungry after a long day of work and he wasn’t going to deny you a meal for his more animalistic needs.

Michael admitted to himself quickly that this was the moments he longed for most. You had worked hard to make sure this candlelight dinner was everything he could dream of. Even down to that goofy waiter persona you created. After eating a quick dinner of spaghetti and followed by brownies covered in ice cream, Michael replaced the fake mustache on your lip and kissed you deeply. “You want me to grow a mustache now,” you laughed peeling it back off and throwing it in the trash.

“I would love you if you did grow one,” he replied taking the dishes to the sink. Still wearing your dress and him in his comfortable clothes you both washed dishes together. It quickly turned into a suds battle that left you both drenched. You went to go change into something dry and comfortable while Michael made popcorn. Once you came back and relieved him of popcorn duty Michael also went to change out of his wet clothes. It wasn’t long and you both were snuggled on the couch watching a movie together, the conversation from earlier in the back of your minds. Michael watched the TV while you remained deep in thought. It was unfair of you to ask him to remain hidden forever, while you had the freedom to go whenever you wanted. He wasn’t a dog, you couldn’t force him to stay secluded forever if he wanted to try something new. He’s a grown man and who were you to keep him from deciding for himself? Despite your heart breaking, you felt like he deserved the choice whether he wanted to leave or not. If you selfishly kept him from doing what he needed, you felt like that would make you no better than the doctors who kept him from the cure he so desperately needed. You couldn’t make him stay if he was ready to move on. But you would wait and let you both have this moment together, like everything about your relationship was normal. Once the popcorn was gone from the bowls and the credits began to scroll across the screen. Michael helped you clean up the mess in the living room before following you up the stairs.

He quickly shucked his shirt holding it out towards you. You took it gladly, slipping the warm material over your head before getting under the covers. Michal turned out the light once you were comfortable before making his way to his side of the bed. Getting comfortable his arm slipping around your waist, he pulled you into his side. His warm breath stirring the hair on the back of your neck.

“Michael,” you sighed, your body starting to shake as you were terrified of the thing you were about to ask.

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily.

“Do you want to leave?”

Michael stiffened his eyes darting open in shock. His grip on you tightened while you continued to shiver violently.

“I can’t ask you to stay and be unhappy,” you choked back a sob. “It would be selfish of me and I love you too much to hold you back. I know your life hasn’t been the best and you deserve a new beginning, even if it has to be without me. Please answer truthfully I don’t want to hold you back from a life you want to shoot for.”

Michael tightened his grip, placing his forehead in your hair. He knew where this was coming from, the conversation from before had brought doubts to your mind. They would fester and you knew it, that’s why you were asking. You were giving him an out. One he knew he didn’t earn, nor deserve. You were the kindest person he had ever met and to not have you in his life anymore felt like torture. Starting anew had him shaking at the thought of no longer being afraid of being placed back into a cell that would drive him further into madness. But that would be a life without you and he was wondering if that would be a life at all.

“Michael?”

“Let’s leave together.” His voice was so quiet you had to strain to hear him. Your heart pounded against your chest and your breath began to quicken. For some reason your mind hadn’t thought of you both leaving. Haddonfield was all you had ever known. Your job was here, your home was here, and your parents were here. You never gave yourself the thought about uprooting your life of complacency, but for and with Michael you felt like you could. You immediately went to daydreaming about all the possibilities of a normal life with Michael. Your ring finger suddenly began to feel heavy as you rubbed your digit and imagined patters of little feet running through a larger home. Michael would be the man he craved to be, not what was shoved upon him here in Haddonfield.

“Would you have me Michael?”

He flipped you to your back, climbing on top of you where he could see you clearly. The moonlight coming through the curtains, causing his icy blue eye to glow in an ethereal light that had you sucking in a breath. He brushed the hair from your face, the glimmer of tears in your eyes causing his heart to break into little pieces. He had caused this, making you question what he actually felt for you.

“I would have you and no one else,” he answered before kissing you. He quickly deepened the kiss, feeling your desperation. The need to know without a doubt that he was answering truthfully. He wouldn’t leave you behind. He couldn’t ever leave knowing that he had abandoned you to a fate worse than death. A pariah of Haddonfield just like him while he escaped it all. He wouldn’t ever do that to you, he loved you too much. You had to come with him. You both would start anew, it felt like fate as he continued to kiss you. Your muffled sobs swallowed by his mouth as he tried to comfort you. The tears wouldn’t stop as you felt a mixture of fear, comfort, and sorrow. Michael released you, allowing you both to regain your breath.

“We don’t have to make a decision right now,” he said rolling back to his side and pulling you into him once more. He stroked your hair in comfort, the silken strands catching on his scars and callouses.

“I think I already know the answer,” you replied placing your hand on his bare chest and curling your fingers in the coarse hair there. “But I don’t want to say anything yet. It’s a big decision.”

Michael nodded, “Sleep on it. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise,” you sighed as the emotions you had felt today wore you out that you began to drift away into slumber.

“Promise,” he kissed you again, now stroking your cheek. With that you drifted off, but Michael no longer felt tired. He was more than happy to watch you sleep the night away. Something new was brewing in the air, but it had a tang of bitterness. He couldn’t help but feel that something horrible was on the horizon for both of you and that it wouldn’t matter what you both decided. Something was going to happen and soon. Michael vowed to protect you no matter what. He held you tightly, listening to your soft breaths before he was finally lulled to sleep by your calming presence.

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“if you say it’s love, it’s love”: junho/young woo rs analysis + ep 12 rs development thoughts (spoilers!)

WARNING: this is long. this is so long. it wasn’t supposed to be this lengthy but things got out of hand and this is what we’re stuck with. sorry and enjoy LOL

i. overview

i think junho/young woo as a couple (and as individuals!!!! i love them so much as individuals) aren’t perfect, and i’m not saying that because i think there are any glaring problems with their relationship/relationship dynamic (defining “problems” v loosely, i’m not an old man safeguarding the moral purity in fiction lawn) but bc there’s something rly exciting about two ppl who aren’t done learning about each other and figuring out their next steps beyond “i like you” yet.

i’ve seen so much praise for lee junho’s character being a “green flag” compared to other male leads to the point that i have that phrase muted on twitter (real!™). i get why ppl are using it as a way to describe him, and i don’t want to be too overly serious about what it means for fandom when something like that becomes grounds for bragging rights (pls consider the idea that we should all just play in different sandboxes instead of trying to convince ppl that Our Sandbox Is The Best Sandbox), but....i do think about the fact that some ppl might find themselves enjoying junho’s character a lot less if they keep expecting him to be an arbitrary kind of perfect.

ii. junho’s characterization

from the 1st episode, junho is a lot of things: patient, considerate, observant, honest, a good listener, and innately kind, someone who actually wants to know how you’re doing and how your day went once he’s asked. no one’s questioning that he isn’t a rly good guy or not ranking at #1 in the annual nicest-person-working-at-hanbada poll LOL, but he’s also a human being with a full range of emotions like a lot of us.

i’ve seen a few complaints here and there that ppl can’t get into junho as a character or junho/youngwoo as a ship bc junho’s “only personality trait is liking young woo” but i don’t think that’s true when that conclusion rests on the assumption that junho as a character only exists to one-sidedly love and support young woo without having any actual feelings about it. i think we’ve seen over and over again that junho has A LOT, a lot of feelings about young woo, but he also has a lot of feelings about love, responsibility, and what constitutes a romantic relationship in general.

there are so!!! many moments when junho immediately and intensely rejects other ppl when they trespass on his feelings for young woo or scrutinize the depth of what he feels. when his (college??) friends are hyper analyzing their relationship and esp!!! when there’s the comment that it’s not love that junho is feeling but sympathy, his first move is to physically lunge at the person who said it. the music that plays in the bg (slow, solemn, not violent or aggressive sounding) moves me away from thinking that junho’s anger is the only emotional takeaway we’re supposed to get out of the scene. it’s not an impulsive move on junho’s part to lash out when he hears something that he doesn’t like. there was a buildup and a choice, you can see it in his eyes. in my opinion, it’s genuine heartbreak at the idea that his love for young woo could be watered down to something as (contextually) Less as sympathy and that young woo as a person is being seen as a person who, at most, is only capable of being sympathized with instead of as a person who loves and is loved.

when suyeon tells him not to keep engaging with young woo (specifically with her whale talk) by inadvertently setting up an expectation that it’ll be a long-term thing if his feelings are temporary, he’s adamant and hurt at the thought of his feelings being so flimsy or seen as a phase. he’s someone who takes ppl, ppl’s feelings, and his own feelings seriously (which is why i think that we see him hesitate with so much helplessness and vulnerability in the face of young woo’s straightforward confessions and “i like you”s. for young woo, liking someone is liking someone so she’s comfortable with saying that and learning as she goes, but junho 1000% feels like someone who’s a pre-planner that acts with intention when he’s all in).

when he and minwoo are drinking in their apartment and minwoo asks him if he already thinks that the hypothetical relationship won’t last, not knowing who junho likes, junho is clearly angry that someone would even suggest that, like it would jinx things. that same fear of things being out of his hands and ending in a broken relationship comes up again when he and young woo are walking along the famous deoksugung stone wall and she tells him that there’s a myth that couples who walk the length of the wall together will break up. he takes even the chance of them breaking up so seriously, pausing and asking her if they should stop. the anxiety is obvious.

the thing that i’m trying to get across here is that junho isn’t going to be a “perfect” male lead in the sense that the only emotion he’ll ever feel is as-long-as-young-woo-likes-it-i-like-it-too. his love/like for young woo isn’t vacuous. it’s paired with a lot of other things, like learning and communicating and asking for reciprocation when he wants/needs it.

i so love the way that junho is a fully rounded person who’s figuring things out, with emotions like jealousy, insecurity, anger, sincerity, confusion, and frustration. i think a lot of the time, whether it’s kdramas or other forms of media, the romantic relationships that are shown between two ppl are: person a who has everything figured out and wants to catch person b up to speed through compassionate means x person b who has x amount of issues and is still learning and struggling with how to be a person alongside being a person in a relationship. it’s rly refreshing to see two people figuring out how to fit each other into their respective worlds because of the mutual understanding that they have feelings for one another and find that important.

iii. junho/young woo’s relationship

a lot of what makes junho/young woo so special and genuine to me is that these are two people who are learning how to love each other alongside one another. the learning is so important. their journey is step by step and it’s a path they’re walking together, a space where they can safely make mistakes and figure out how to resolve them, outside of society’s judging eyes and outside of the other people in their lives.

for young woo who’s never been in a romantic relationship before, everything is new. there’s new things to consider about forms of affection like holding hands, kissing, hugging, etc. there’s old things to consider too like her personal boundaries and what she is/isn’t comfortable with, whether or not she has positive, romantic feelings for junho. there’s also social convention when it comes to dating and learning about what junho’s needs are, what’s considerate and inconsiderate, and what things she can do to reciprocate junho’s affection for her (i.e. asking him if he wants to hang up after calling him, conveying her feelings for him without running away, having a pre-determined time for whale talk, etc).

for junho, there’s the struggle of trying to figuring out how not to cross the line with young woo and having to curb his own impulses so that he can meet young woo where she’s at. he takes the time to learn more about autism (junho memorizing an excerpt from the text he was reading re: autistic people with sensory overload after he walked young woo home made me so :’) bc he took his research just as seriously as young woo takes the law. plus their matchy memorization!!), i think with the expectation that he’ll have to use it one day. even with all that aside, i think junho just wants to learn about young woo as a person. it’s why he asks if they can restrict whale talk to lunchtime and why he’s so happy when young woo tells him things about herself and says that it makes it easier to understand her.

reciprocation is rly, to me, one of the biggest reasons that young woo and junho work so well together as a couple. even when they’re unsure about a situation, they read each other/infer things about each other accurately. when junho brings up holding hands while walking home together, young woo explains why hand-holding is uncomfortable for her but still asks if he wants to try anyway, limited as the time might be.

it’s not about the hope that junho will magically be the only person that young woo will enjoy holding hands with or that her touch aversion will just go away. it’s the fact that she offers to try anyway because she knows that it’s something that might be important to him. when junho leans in for a kiss after the case is closed and young woo walks him home in ep 10, he takes a step back when he sees that she’s uncomfortable. he’s disappointed, but he’s not angry and he’s not impatient with her. young woo again being the person who gets to takes a step forward is so lovely. she comes to her own conclusion about what she wants (what they both want LOL) and initiates their first kiss. junho initiating their second kiss is also so sweet to me. they’re absolutely equals in their relationship.

iv. episode 12

that’s why the conversation that young woo and junho have in ep 12 was such a pleasant surprise for me. ppl have been calling it young woo/junho’s first argument, but i saw it more as a debate between young woo and junho with them each stating their “sides” (i.e. their relationship status and what qualifies as “dating”) and having to re-consider where their “opponent” is coming from. young woo is under the impression that they’re going on dates but not actually dating because they never explicitly said that they were dating, something that’s completely reasonable and applies to aliistic ppl in romantic relationships too.

for junho, who has a clear sense of what romance entails for him and what forms of affection he shows as a person in a romantic relationship, it’s baffling that the relationship he has with young woo isn’t already considered official. they’re both approaching dating from two different camps of philosophy. you can prefer/empathize with one side more than the other for sure, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that any one side is “wrong” or that any one side is a bad person for thinking that way.

reading the qrts of the ep 12 clip on twitter was a bad exercise in human curiosity, but my biggest piece of advice for ppl who were instinctively hurt by what junho said (and i meant hurt, not anxious, what i’m saying doesn’t need to apply if it triggered anxiety for you), is to rewatch the scene with a different mindset. not everything that someone says outside of explicit praise is inherently negative or antagonistic. ppl are allowed to feel things outside of love and respect for their significant others without suddenly becoming a terrible partner, and those two emotions don’t disappear when/bc ppl are feeling anger or frustration.

imo, junho’s “if we’re not dating, why would i protest to free the dolphins on my day off?” isn’t supposed to be a statement that undermines young woo’s interests or what’s important to her. it’s a real argument that he’s making just like he’s made with other ppl in the past who didn’t take his relationship with young woo seriously, except this time his opponent is young woo herself. if we follow junho’s character arc, i think we can come to the conclusion that in this moment where young woo is questioning whether or not they’re actually dating (again, still a valid and understandable attitude to have), junho is hurt because his feelings are being (unintentionally! obviously unintentionally!) seemingly diminished and invalidated by the very person that he has all of these intense feelings for.

there’s a restrained sense of annoyance, overall disbelief at the situation, along with obvious frustration, but he’s still trying to explain himself in a way that’s not accusatory or relying on guilt-tripping. he still insists that he cares about freeing dolphins, he explains that the dates that young woo had listed are out of the ordinary for most ppl, and he’s still carefully watching her reactions to what he’s saying so that she doesn’t get hurt.

the problem from junho’s pov is likely that his way of showing affection: taking an interest in young woo’s interests, trying to get closer to her and enter her world by doing things that he normally wouldn’t do, isn’t...working? as in it’s not being seen for what it is by the person that he’s doing these things for, which doesn’t make his efforts fruitless exactly (there’s no ulterior motive to doing things that he doesn’t usually find fun with young woo. no matter what they’re doing, it’s obvious that he just wants to spend time with her and get to know her better), but does end up feeling a little disappointing. are his feelings not being seen as strong enough to be taken seriously? is he not being taken seriously as a partner? junho is a character who feels things often and feels them visibly, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise plot wise that this is a moment where he feels like he has to speak the truth.

junho’s “it’s not like it’s fun,” is another statement that i think might have been taken rly personally by ppl on the outside (aka the viewers) when it’s a rly blasé comment once you take a step back to think about it. i understand why the guttural reaction of oh-no-so-he-was-faking-having-fun-with-her-that’s-not-how-an-ideal-male-lead-acts-maybe-he-doesn’t-like-young-woo-as-much-or-as-deeply-as-we-all-thought???? happens, but that doesn’t mean that i think it’s logical or fair.

ppl have different interests obviously, but more than that, time well spent isn’t always time that could be considered conventionally “fun.” i don’t think we’re meant to read the situation as junho suffering through these dates with young woo like he was dragging his feet the whole time, but more like their ideas of “fun” in a romantic context differ. for young woo, maybe it is romantic enough to be with the person you like while doing the things that are important to the both of you (young woo’s immediate “do you not agree that dolphins should be freed?” LOL), but for junho, there’s clearly a bigger inclination toward traditional aspects of romance when it comes to dating/dates.

when you’re dating someone, of course there’s going to be compromise. you do things that your partner is interested in that you might not personally care for, like going to the aerospace museum or seeing a play, but that doesn’t mean that there’s an expectation that you have to personally find those things fun or want to do them all the time. junho might not find running by the han river and picking up trash to be his ideal, “fun” date, but he still has a bright smile on his face when he hears young woo calling for him. not having fun doesn’t mean not enjoying the time you do spend with your significant other or not finding joy in their joy.

most of junho’s reservations and complaints about their unconventional dates from what we’ve seen are actually bc he wants attention from young woo that he’s not getting. i don’t mean this in an immature, junho only wants young woo to see him kind of way, but in a junho-wants-to-be-in-their-own-two-person-world-while-on-a-date kind of way, where the focus is on their relationship and its development. he wants to get to know young woo better, he wants young woo to get to know himself better, and he can’t do that when she’s solely focused on saving the dolphins and picking up garbage and winning the game they’re playing.

junho’s despondent, “that day, you really only picked up garbage. you picked up garbage again and again as the day got brighter until that huge basket was full,” is completely said with the sulky tone of an ignored puppy whose owner got distracted by something else. junho’s “attorney woo, you’re great at this,” when they were playing find the difference was the same. he was happy and interested in how good she was at the game even when she was consistently beating him, and he only ended up disappointed when she didn’t engage with him afterward. if young woo had split her focus between the things she was doing and junho himself, i think he would’ve enjoyed their dates a lot more.

tl;dr

saying that something is perfect usually means nothing can be improved and that it’s in a finished and complete state, and i don’t think that applies to junho as a person or to junho/young woo’s relationship because they’re 1) human beings and 2) still learning how to love each other in the best way possible. their relationship would be a lot more enjoyable for ppl if they could put down the green flag descriptor and fully enjoy junho’s character, learning curve and all, when it comes to how to approach romance with young woo. he’s not as unrealistic as you’d think once you start looking at the emotional ups and downs that he has too.

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Invisible strings (3/4)

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Going to pretend its not months after the summer bingo ended...

Prompt fill: Submissive Peter wordcount ~1,800 warnings - mentions of nsfw, mutual pining, butt plug mention

“Did you talk to him?” Ned asked as soon as they found themselves a quiet corner.

“Well… not exactly,” Peter mumbled.

“You chickened out again, didn’t you?” MJ asked, glaring at him witheringly.

“Like you’d do any better,” Peter defended. “It’s not as easy as you make it seem. It always starts well, but then I look into his eyes and I just… anyway, I did talk to him. Kinda.”

“Did you use our suggestion?” At Peter’s nod, MJ continued. “I thought you were going to use that as a starting point?”

“I was going to. Or I meant to. But I was kinda overwhelmed at the time and he was so sweet, and hot, and he probably only went along with it cause its my birthday and he’s selfless like that–”

“Wait,” Ned interrupted, grabbing Peter’s upper arms. “You mean you actually did it? You didn’t just talk about it?!”

“Yeah…”

“Oh my God. So right now?” Ned exclaimed, voice rising in excitement. “You have Iron Man’s cum inside you, right now? Oh my God.”

Peter clamped his hand over Ned’s mouth before he could get any louder. Glancing over his shoulder he was glad to note no one had turned to look at the three of them packed into a quiet corner of his party. It had been hard to find privacy in such a large crowd. Not helped by the fact that he’d kept unintentionally drifting towards Tony throughout the party. The heavy, full feeling of the plug not allowing him to forget about his dom. Or well, his acting dom since the man didn’t want it to be a permanent thing – despite what his friends might say.

“Way to go, Parker,” MJ smirked. “I was starting to think you didn’t have it in you. Literally.”

Rolling his eyes, he huffed a laugh before slowly removing his hand from Ned’s face at his best friend’s silent request.

“You two are the worst,” he mumbled, wiping his hand on his trousers.

“Whatever,” Ned huffed. “So… if you’ve done it, why didn’t you talk to him?”

“Because you didn’t see his face when I asked. He looked like I was asking him to destroy his suits or something. I could tell it wasn’t exactly an easy decision for him. I guess, I mean, I don’t think he actually wants to be with me.”

“I don’t think he would’ve been helping you this long if he didn’t want to, surely?” Ned asked.

“I’m not sure...” Peter sighed. “Outside of our scenes and stuff he acts like nothing has changed. Like I’m still just one of the guys. If anything, he’s grown more distant when we’re in the lab or out in the field. He’s just doing his job to keep me safe.”

“Who’s keeping you safe?” a new voice asked, causing Peter to jump in surprise – unintentionally clenching around the plug in his ass forcing him to supress a moan.

He couldn’t, however, contain a groan as Johnny Storm of all people casually draped an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Schmoozing like the older hero was known to do. He could be as infuriating as Deadpool when he wanted to be.

“None of your business, Johnny,” Peter dismissed.

“C'mon don’t be like that, subby Spidey.”

“I told you to stop calling me that, asshole.”

Peter shoved the dom’s arm off him, not that it did much other than cause Johnny to start laughing as he rearranged himself by his side, a hand stroking his cheek before dropping it at Peter’s continued glare.

“Sorry. I just can’t help myself when you blush so pretty when I say it.”

“Ugh, you two should get a room,” MJ drawled.

“No, we should definitely not,” Peter rebutted.

“Oh? Don’t think about it or anything, Pete. You wound my ego.”

“Good.”

“It’s okay though, I won’t take it personally. I was hoping I’d get to meet your mysterious new dom tonight. Where are you hiding them?”

“I already told you, I don’t have a dom,” Peter hissed.

It was a conversation he’d had countless times with Johnny before. It had been hard to ignore when there had been such a difference in his behaviour seemingly overnight. It made sense that Johnny had been curious. He could understand his initial curiosity. What he couldn’t understand was the fact he wouldn’t just leave it alone.

“See, you say that. But we both know you’ve been seeing someone. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Johnny said, looking genuinely happy for Peter. “I’m glad you found someone, I was worried when you had to take your leave of absence.”

“Shut up. I was away for less than a week.”

“And your absence was sorely missed,” Johnny replied solemnly.

“You two are ridiculous,” MJ groaned.

“Uh...Peter?” Ned whispered, slapping Peter’s arm to get his attention. “Tony Stark is coming this way.”

Peter barely had a chance to process what Ned had said before Tony joined their makeshift circle, having seemingly appeared out of thin air, slotting himself seamlessly between Peter and Ned, his eyes focussing on Johnny.

“We pack out the whole room with tables, chairs, food and games and you choose the one corner with nothing going on.” Tony shifted his attention to the circle at large. “Is it that bad?”

“No, Mr. Stark. Iron Man, sir. The party is amazing,” Ned stammered. Even after all this time he still turned into a blushing fan boy around the man. “We just–"

Ned was cut off when MJ jammed her elbow into his side. Tony eyed them curiously, but turned a quizzical eye to Peter.

“Is it too much?”

“N-no,” Peter reassured. “The party is great, we just wanted to chat, y'know?”

“Sure.” Tony nodded, attention drawn back to Johnny by Peter’s side. “Storm, didn’t expect you to show.”

“Y'know me, Stark. Never one to miss a party, especially one for my favourite sub.” Johnny punctuated his comment with a wink in Peter’s direction.

Tony tensed his jaw while Peter smacked Johnny’s arm. Trust Johnny to make fun of him right in front of the man he was trying to impress.

“I wasn’t aware you two knew each other,” Tony answered, his press smile plastered on his face.

“Of course.” Johnny stepped forward to wrap his arm once again around Peter, much to Peter’s visible annoyance. “We’re patrol buddies.”

Shrugging off the unwanted arm, Peter stepped closer to Tony.

“We’re acquaintances at best,” Peter muttered.

“Again, with the insults,” Johnny whined, hands dramatically clasping over his heart. “My poor heart can’t take much more, sweetheart.”

“Ignore him,” Peter told Tony. “Are you okay? Did you need me for something?”

Tony eyed him carefully for a moment, before seeming to gather himself.

“I just wanted to give you a ten minute warning for your cake. Didn’t want you missing it cause you were running to the little boys room,” Tony smirked, although his eyes remained tense.

Peter’s blush was not helped by the sniggering of his friends behind him. Before he could compose himself enough for a response Tony was walking away.

“I guess we should go rejoin the party,” Ned suggested once he’d finished laughing.

“Suppose so,” Peter muttered, eyes scanning the crowd behind him for where Tony had run off to.

“Is no one going to mention how weird that was?” Johnny asked, raising his eyebrows.

“What was weird?” Peter asked in response, turning to face him in confusion.

“That whole interaction,” Johnny said, gesturing to the space Tony had previously filled. “It was almost like…Oh my God.”

Johnny stopped talking to grab both of Peter’s shoulders, examining him like it was the first time seeing him.

“That’s the dom you’ve been seeing?” Peter tried to sputter a response, but Johnny just continued talking. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Tony Stark? Jeez, man. No wonder he was so touchy when I was talking.”

“We’re not dating,” Peter mumbled.

“Yet,” Ned unhelpfully added. “We’re still working on that part.”

“Ned!”

“You can’t deny it, loser.” MJ turned her attention to Johnny. “You saw it too then?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Stark look jealous before, but hell, there’s a first time for everything.”

“He’s not jealous. He’s just helping me out,” Peter defended. “He’s a friend.”

“Please,” MJ scoffed. “He’s went so far beyond a friend, its not even in the same ballpark anymore.”

“So why haven’t you told him how you feel?” Johnny asked.

“How do you know I’ve not?”

“Because if you had, you’d already be dating.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Pretty sure he’s right, Peter.” Ned at least looked bashful under Peter’s returning glare. “Our last plan didn’t work, so we’re working on another one.”

“What was the last one?”

“Well, Peter asked Mr. Stark to fu–“

“Ned!” Peter exclaimed, once again shoving a hand over his mouth. “We are not telling Johnny about that.”

“Ooh, now I’m really curious. Was it kinky? I bet it was something kinky.”

“All you need to know, is that it didn’t work. I tried to talk to him, he agreed looking extremely conflicted and that was that. He wouldn’t be encouraging me to find someone else if he actually wanted me.”

“Oh, yes. Cause that doesn’t sound like something a completely self-sacrificial idiot would do if he thought it would keep the other person happy.” MJ deadpanned.

“MJ–“

“I’ve got an idea,” Johnny interrupted. “D’you trust me?”

Peter couldn’t help his smirk as he responded, “About as far as I can throw you.”

“I would say ouch, but last week you sent me flying almost an entire block, so I’ll take it. After the cake, just follow my lead. I promise it will help.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’d bet on it! Hell, if it doesn’t work, I swear I’ll never call you subby spidey again in my life.”

Johnny stood with one hand over his heart and his other hand holding up three fingers, a picture-perfect boy scout if not for the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“And if it does somehow miraculously work?”

“Then this year, during Spider-Man’s regular Halloween patrol, you’ll dress up as the Human Torch.”

Chuckling at the imagery, he looked to his friends who were both nodding and telling him to give it a go.

He had to agree that he wanted to at least give it a try. He didn’t have high hopes, but any hope at all was surely better than none. The plug inside him was a constant reminder of everything he could potentially have if their plan worked. A hope he desperately didn’t want to let go off.

“Fine,” he relented. “But you have to tell us the plan first.”

#starker #fanfic #dom tony stark #sub peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #sfsummerbingo23 #ned & MJ are trying to be supportive #jealous Tony #Johnny storm makes an appearance #I really needed someone to be a catalyst so apologies if he's OOC

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@rochelle-echidna showed up in the thief king bakura tag cuz I follow it, doing a "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon thing and said anyone who sees it could do it and I saw it and I wanna do it, I wanna I wanna I wannaaaaa!!!!!

tagging @millenniumringg, @justapalspal @nightingalejune and @ladymdc and anyone else who just wanna wanna wanna like meeeeeee

I'm obvs gunna do a few of these, obviously. I have too many WIP's not to share. I'm gunna do my lmk ones first, then the ygo's and I'll end on a very delayed WIP for rvb, mmkay? mmkay.

--[Unnamed]--

(Context: My last dump was to make way for this - a whole new plot and direction for a fic whose name doesn't suit it right now and is thus unrtitled - the idea is... well, honestly, this is almost all of the first chapter, so, it'll speak for itself.)

“Like a…bri-- a- a wife?” Macaque’s brow furrows. “You want to get married? You.”

“What’s that tone? I could get married if I want!” Wukong spits. “If I even want a queen - I mean, it’s not like we even need one.”

“Then why are you thinking about it?”

Wukong groans, “Well, everyone else’s got one!” and deflates at his status - the odd-king-out. “Bull’s totally gunna marry Jade Face, Peng and Tusk are saddled up, King of Confusion’s just got that new thing on his arm, even White Snake snagged herself some human to mack on-- Not that it matters!” Wukong defends - no, declares, because it is a fact. “Cuz I don’t need one just cuz everyone else is doing it, just - why’s everyone dipping on party time because of some spouse, what’s so important about them? Am I missing something here?”

“If you have to ask, you’re probably not ready for that kind of relationship--”

“Relationship, shmelationship, what’s that gotta do with anything?!” Wukong, just as he finishes, decides he doesn’t like the look on Macaque’s face either. “Y’know, for my right hand man, you’re not bein’ too helpful right now.”

--[Almost And Enough]---

(Context: My S4 Wukong In The Broken Scroll fic I've been working on sinceeeeee fffffuck, whenever it was S4 came out. I've been working on this all year and Chapter 1 IS done, but I want to finish the fic before I post. Either way, we've got a Wukong - currently not Wukong and therefore Monkey -deciding to share his Secret, that being, he's going to leave to find immortality. And he picks a very particular person to share it with first...) The Macaque looks to the sky, the trees, the fruits - as long as it’s not as his King. “The others should know.” Is his only, halting, response.

Monkey shrugs, shoulders hiking then rolling back in a way he hopes is cool. “I wanted to tell you first.”

“Why?” The Macaque asks with a dismissal that’s purely performative. “We’re not close just because we’re part of the same troop - We’re almost strangers, we’ve never even talked.”

Lies are sort of like secrets--

“You should tell the other mountain troops to merge with ours.” Monkey had suggested. “It makes no sense for us to hoard the cave when there’s others who need the shelter too!”

“I can do that,” replied the monkey, a macaque with three round ears to each side of his head. His face was a wild splatter of red with exciting flares, more extravagant than the smooth curves of Monkey’s peach-pink patch. “You’re King now, so...”

--but much less fun.

“Well, ‘almost’ isn't a stranger, is it?” Monkey grins when he finds a stick in the ground - almost a branch but just shy of earning the title. Absently, he answers as he slings it over one shoulder, “Besiiiides, us not talking is as much on me as it is you so, this is me breaking the ice and you being forgiven for not trying.”

--[My Poltergeist Is Dead And Everything Is Worse Now]--

(Context: a trauma-release fic I've been writing while mourning my cat. Weirdly took on life with sections named after bits of Bojack's eulogy for his mother. It's a funeral, taking place within the Milleniaum...Cube? Cube. Plana Cube, after Ryou got ousted from the movie by the Cube. If Joey went to a place no one remembers him, Ryou went to a surrealist funeral, where he'll be around all the people he lost, with a big focus on the Spirit of the Ring. His family is written in past tense because they have passed away and this cannot be undone or forgotten)

He sits at the pew, next to his mother, with his sister crawling into his lap. The Spirit sits behind him, and toys with Ryou’s hair, drawn back as respectably as a boy with long hair can manage. Ryou shakes his head to shake the hand off, but only succeeds in garnering Amane’s infant hands instead.

“It doesn’t make sense, him being gone.”

Ryou listens to her speak, his eyes on the casket.

“It doesn’t feel real.”

Ryou looks to his side. His mother’s head was bowed, not looking at the coffin. Her stiff body and closed eyes unnerve him from her seat. In a rhythm, she took one long breath, exhaling, and each after became smaller and smaller. In a moment, she didn’t seem to breathe at all - Ryou checks for her chest to rise wide again, and ends up staring instead.

“Did you love him?” Ryou asks her, a thing that’s haunted him just beneath his foundations.

A glassy eye was open, pointed in Ryou’s direction. The answer took longer than Ryou was comfortable with, and the answer itself had been no sweeter.

“Do you?”

--[Love, The Me That's Killing You]--

(Context: Ryou has discovered Bakura's got Hanahaki disease and it's killing them both as they share a body. So he's trying to figure out who is it Bakura could possibly be in love with. Despite efforts to dissuade him, Bakura eventually concedes to the search, rushing Ryou past pictures of the Battle City finals until--)

“That one!” Bakura points. To a young girl with cinnamon brown hair.

“Jounouchi-kun’s sister?” Ryou asks, dreadingly, as Bakura nods, furiously. “...She’s… thirteen.”

There’s a choking sound. “Not… not that one, then.” Bakura rasps. “The other one, there was another one, still had the hair and the - there! Yes, her!” He points, it’s Isis. Ryou’s confused.

“But you just said-”

“I made a mistake, am I allowed to make mistakes?”

“About someone you love,” Ryou gestures to the petal pile, “this much?”

“It was - dark,” Bakura stutters. He stuttered. “And windy, and there was - we were in a lot of pain, Landlord…” Bakura’s brushing it all off.

“You’re dying over someone you just mistook for someone else?”

“Well, it’s not like I spent a lot of time with her, is it?!” Bakura barks.

“Then what could you possibly love about her?!”

“That… is…!” Bakura stops, sputtering, “That is exactly it! She doesn’t speak to me unnecessarily, just how I like it! She knows her place, unlike a certain someone!”

“Seen and not heard, is she?” Ryou gags, of his own reflexes, in disgust at the slime-coated sentiment. With a choke, Bakura balks, mumbling about Ryou understanding when he’s older.

--[3 Reasons Why (I Never Told You I Was Playmaker)]--

(Context: I love VRAINS. I love Chatshipping. I will write the Chatshipping somehow.)

“You don’t gotta tell me all that,” Shima says - as if it’s so simple to say even this! “Just say you don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You would have complained that I was keeping something from you,” Yusaku replies, without looking. “You would have felt hurt, gotten upset and run off.”

“I’m never upset with you!” Shima’s shocked, somehow. Yusaku only glances at him, brows stitched in dulled disbelief. “Well.. not for more than an hour, at least!”

‘Not for more than an hour’. Typical Shima.

“And," he continues, pointedly, "I wasn’t upset you ‘got secrets’,” Shima looks out, as if looking for where Yusaku’s eyes had just been. “You act like I’m too stupid to understand stuff.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Yusaku’s quick to deny. Something about what Shima said twists a knot in his chest. “I think you’re overexcitable and you don’t always think things through, and-”

“Sounds like a stupid guy to me,” Shima interrupts with a frown.

Yusaku’s mouth is stuck open from that, having no course correction for that comment.

Shima, not Typical Shima, stands up. He’s not looking at Yusaku. His fists go into his pockets.

“Whatever,” He shrugs. “See you at school.”

With too straight a gait, Shima walks with a tremble. It quickly gives way into a bursting sprint once he can’t hold it back. And Yusaku is the coward who doesn’t stop him.

--[Wedding Soup (Chapter 2)]--

(Context: after a sleepless night and wrestless workday, Ryou's sunset afternoon ends with many... many tsuchinoko in the backyard. They are notorious liars, known for their penchant for drinking and a deadly bite.)

“And I didn’t even get a chance to answer, the cashier just went,” Ryou pauses, as another dizzy spell hits him. “ ‘Cash or Card’.” With an offended sniff, he takes another long drink of tea - black and intense and brewed with double the teaspoons to make sure it keeps him awake. Ryou sets the mug down with a huff. “As if I’m doing something burdensome by personally restoring a cultural landmark.”

“This is a nice trap,” One of the tsuchinoko says from the writhing ball.

“It was certainly the nicest there,” Ryou says. “Not too painful, is it?”

“Agonizing!”

“Oh good, you wouldn’t believe how awful the others looked.” At the corner of his eye, Ryou spies another one slithering towards a covered trap. If the others are aware, they’re just as keen to warn it as Ryou is. “I even looked some up before I went out - for every humane trap I found in that place, there were ten more glue traps.”

“Sounds fun!”

“I know. I swear, the heartlessness of some people--”

A snap, a yelp, then the frantic rattling of metal as the tsuchinoko flings itself across the trap cage. Ryou dons his thick gloves again, getting up from his spot on the back porch. “Here, here,” he says softly. One hand holds the snake firmly by the back of its tiny head, the other taking the flat bottom of the small cage. He lifts it from the ground, quickly shifts it to the larger tank, and tilts it before opening the flap.

“In you go.”

--[Gore Couture]--

“Just last week, residents of rural Blood Gulch reported screaming around 2 AM. Police responded within minutes of the third report, but were only able to narrow down the location an hour after arriving on the scene. When officers arrived, they found no body, but confirmed the presence of human blood and organ tissue.”

“Can this schmuck emphasize any more words?” Isaac leaned against the break room counter, watching up at the screen.

“This isn’t a gossip channel,” Mason Wu’s stressed tone signaled agreement. “Someone’s missing at least a liter of blood.”

The television at the station at least showed part of his work on the news, a brief interior look into the storage cubicle. Without the corpse in the arranged outline, there were only blood splatters, disarrayed furniture and a signature - Gore Couture by Felíx.

Maybe the accent on the ‘i’ was a bit much.

“A liter?” Isaac gaped. “Ho-o-oly shit.”

“You’re a damn sociopath,” Wu whipped back to glare. “You do know you’re on thin ice for being a no-show that night--”

“I told you already,” Isaac shrugged. His coffee sloshed dangerously close to the rim of his mug. “I was with somebody.” It wasn’t a lie - Isaac was with abody.

#shadowpeach #tendershipping #chatshipping #lmk #rvb #ygo #yugioh #my writing #me flavored soup #body/life #wedding soup

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I’d like to hear more about the unstoppable sand dune

haha thANK YOU anon for enabling me, I feel the world should know about the killer sand dune. it's so special to me

DISCLAIMER that this is all an ameteur sillyguy’s observations after one (1) day of researching the dune. do not trust my word on the dune. I’m just very excited and I want to talk about a cool thing I learned about. I will link a wikipedia article at the end of this post so anyone who wants to do proper research will have a place to start. this is simply me trying to infect you with excitement for the dune so that anyone who thinks this sounds cool can do their own research.

SO ANYWAY ABOUT THE DUNE !

for context, I live in denmark, which is 1. small, 2. flat and 3. generally very, very low-risk of natural disasters or extreme weather conditions. we generally don’t get big earthquakes or massive wildfires or tsunamis or even all that intense storms or anything like that. this is important to note because it is part of the reason my mind is blown by the giant fucking sand dune that apparently exists up north that used to DESTROY EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH up to and including entire forests and at least one town

the largest chunk of danish land is a narrow peninsula sticking up in a northern direction from germany. because there’s a little small ocean to the east and a fuck-off huge ocean to the west, the wind almost always blows from the western sea across the country, toward the eastern sea.

at one point a few hundred years ago, massive amounts of sand on the west coast just ... got up and left. the harsh wind and lack of vegetation to anchor the sand made it just sort of ... start creeping across the peninsula in the form of a gigantic dune. in a couple more hundred years, it will have fully crossed the peninsula and come up on the east coast.

some fun facts about the Giant Killer Dune:

- again, ate at least one town. the tower of a church is the only remnant of the town still sticking out of the dune.

- there was once an attempt to anchor the dune by planting grasses and pine trees on and near to it. this disturbed the dune’s eco system, however, so the state decided to buy up all the land on and around the dune in order to preserve it and allow it to continue on its path unhindered. the dune has acquired rights

- I can’t help but notice that if the dune continues on its path as predicted, it will eventually destroy roads and other infrastructure connecting the northernmost part of the peninsula to the rest of the country. I’m going to go ahead and assume someone is going to be doing something about that and we’re not just leaving Skagen to go full mad max fury road

- because the sand moves so slowly, the dune eviscerates any natural areas it comes across. it has eaten entire forests. nothing can survive under the sand long enough to see the light of day again. however, because of how dirt works, the dune also leaves behind gaps in the earth that fill with water, creating ponds and lakes, which eventually enable new vegetation to move in and start new densely-vegetated areas. the killer dune is apparently also the lifegiving dune, if you feel like being generous and Very patient

- if you’re less patient, be a bird! the dune is home to and a pitstop for several different types of birds, who have come to depend on it. this part gets me so fucking hyped. imagine being a bird on that dune. he can’t help but feel like his summer house has moved ever so slightly to the right compared to last year. his bird friends tell him he’s being weird but he knows the truth

- and here comes another part that is SO COOL. METAL SAND! THE PALE SAND IS STRIPED WITH METAL SANDS LIKE A PAINTING!! I have distant memories of visiting the dune as a child and using a magnet to draw out dark sand and seperate it from the pale sand. I still have a vial of the metal sand I keep with my rock collection. I have no idea if stealing from the dune is legal or ethical (surely not? there’s a lot of dune but not enough for everyone to take home souvenirs surely ???), but I didn’t realize. I have however treasured this sand for over a decade, which is ultimately what made me decide to look up the dune and learn all this cool stuff in the first place. now that I have an adult brain with adult context for how fucking cool this dune is. the magnetic sand is nicknamed ‘stardust’ by locals that I would very much like to meet and personally congratulate for somehow making the really cool dune even cooler

- its name, Råbjerg Mile, is also metal, but in the badass sense. “rå” = “raw” or “harsh”, “bjerg” = “mountain”, “mile” = “wandering dune.” they really named this thing “giant pile of sand coming to kick your ass”

here’s the english wikipedia link to the dune for anyone curious!!

all jokes aside, I really am so enchanted by this thing. I never even knew giant moving sand dunes like this existed! this is a mini biome that has only existed for a few hundred years and will eventually end the same way it began! and yet it’s become so important to the land and the animals that live and pass through here that people have fought to give it legal protection in the limited time it has yet to exist! I’m so glad it’s being taken care of and protected. what an absolute wonder. I’m so, so glad I took the time to read about it. god. geography you guys !!!!!!!

#asktheherd #once again thanking wikipedia for being a great starting point to just look up random stuff that will blow ur mind

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FemLit 0314 - An Open Letter to Women: Wait...What? My Man Wants What Where?

First and foremost, congratulations! This is exciting…and maybe confusing…and perhaps a little bit scary? All normal, not to worry. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Kate. I’ve been a self-proclaimed pegging princess for 12 years and in a happy, stable, open marriage with a great guy for 10 years. I’m a wife, a mother, a lover, a full-time professional, and a kick-ass friend. I’m not a porn star, dominatrix, or mistress, and I don’t enjoy dominating, humiliating, degrading, or feminizing my partners. I’m 40 and have the body to prove it. Overall, I’m pretty average—and believe it or not, there’s quite a large community of “average” pegging princesses across the world, though in truth we are anything but average!

Pegging is My Super Power

For me and many pegging princesses, ass play and pegging is about pleasure—plain and simple—and we view it as a giving act. Prostate stimulation can produce orgasms up to 10 times stronger and/or more intense than an average genital-stimulation-only male orgasm. WHOA! I totally get off on being the source of insane levels of pleasure for my man. I love the view, I love the adoration he gives me in return, and I love being a part of heightened levels of sexual pleasure for him and for myself.

Having a special sex skill is like having a super power—it makes me feel confident and empowered in and out of the bedroom. I do enjoy the lighter side of power exchange that pegging provides, but as I’ve said, pegging isn’t about dominating, humiliating, degrading, or feminizing my partners for me personally. I have no issue with that aspect of pegging for others as long as it’s consensual—it’s simply not my personal style and it doesn’t have to be yours.

Your Man Just Leveled Up…Join Him!

If your man wants to try something new in the bedroom and he had the courage to talk to you about it: 1) he’s a rock star, please tell him that; 2) he trusts you and that’s a good thing, so be kind and try not to embarrass him with a bad reaction even if it sounds like something you don’t want to try…hear him out; and 3) he’s telling you that he’s open to enhancing YOUR pleasure in the bedroom in equal measure to what he’s asking of you. Sounds like fun to me! Try to stay open minded and view this as an opportunity to share some of your fantasies.

Pegging definitely gives women an opportunity to take on a different role in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean it will change the overall dynamic of your relationship outside of the bedroom or change it permanently in the bedroom. Pegging is just one item on the menu! Pegging can be very empowering for both partners and can be a strong bonding experience. In fact, it can be a real turn-on to see a man let down his guard and show some vulnerability. Think about all those awesome Ryan Gosling memes in which he gets all sensitive and cries and connects with every female on planet earth with his vulnerability and manliness. SO sexy, right?

Ass Play is for Everyone

Regardless of the anatomy you were born with, sticking things in your ass just feels good. This goes for males, females, and every gender identity in between. As human beings, we have wonderful sensory receptors in our asses…and it’s delightful! Men have the added benefit of prostate stimulation by way of their asses. I consider them lucky, but I suppose we have the added benefit of a clitoris and a g-spot, so maybe we’re even. My point is, ass play is about pleasure plain and simple and plenty of men and women in heterosexual relationships are enjoying ass play and pegging without shame or stigma. We’ve left the inhibitions and old ways of thinking behind and it feels great. We are rockin’ out with our girl cocks out! Don’t believe me? We have blogs to prove it.

No, He’s Not Gay and if You Try it He Won’t Secretly Long for the “Real Thing” or Lose Interest in Your Lovely Lady Bits

Ass play and pegging do nothing to a man beyond give him earth shattering orgasms the likes of which he has never before experienced. As for making a man gay, it’s simply not possible. A man is either attracted to men (gay) or attracted to women (not gay) or somewhere in between (bi-sexual/pansexual, etc.). Your man’s gender identity, sexual orientation, and masculinity have nothing to do with pegging. Sexual stimulation to any part of your body is independent of all three—it’s as simple as that. Enjoying ass play and pegging doesn’t mean you’re gay any more than eating lots of carrots makes you a rabbit.

Really believing this in your heart, however, and overcoming this fear might be easier said than done. I get it. Though we’ve made a lot of progress over the years, society still has a lot to say about gender identity, gender roles (masculine, feminine, etc.), and sexual orientation (to whom you are attracted and want to fuck). I don’t want to discount any fears you may have, but I do think we overcomplicate the issue and it helps to be informed and stay open minded because confidence in yourself, your partner, and your relationship is key.

Pegging Princess Empowerment—How Does it Feel to Wear a Strap-on?

I absolutely love pegging and I feel powerful, sexy, and feminine wearing my strap-on. The feeling and rush of strapping in alone is enough to arouse me. Sexy is a state of mind. Ladies, let me take a moment to introduce you to my middle-aged 180 lb medium build frame. Might I also introduce you to my aging bladder and stretch marks. Know how much I care about all that when I’m strapped into my harness? That’s right…I don’t. Your man will think you look like a goddess in that harness and so should you. Above all else sex should be mutually rewarding and fun. And pegging is nothing if not fun, Fun, FUN!

Sexual self-awareness and confidence is essential to the heart and soul of a pegging princess. When we understand the varying levels of orgasmic intensity in our own bodies, we have a better appreciation for why the prostate induced and/or enhanced male orgasm holds so much appeal. As a woman, it is far easier to understand why your heterosexual partner is interested in sticking things in his ass to increase his pleasure if you, yourself, understand how your body responds to different stimuli.

I often hear the prostate orgasm compared to the female g-spot orgasm. I don’t much care for this comparison for two reasons: 1) many women have never experienced a g-spot orgasm; and 2) some women don’t like g-spot orgasms, including me (I find the sensation a bit annoying). Instead, I like to compare the pleasure a man receives from having his prostate massaged while jerking off to the heightened pleasure a woman experiences when she orgasms from simultaneous clitoral and vaginal stimulation. Two spots stimulated at once produces an intense and deep orgasm for many women. If you have yet to experience this type of orgasm, it might just be the perfect place to start!

When I Think About Pegging I Touch Myself

Touch yourself. I can’t overstate how passionately I feel about this one simple act of pegging princess empowerment: touch yourself. Again, everyone is different, but really getting in tune with your body alone and on your terms can make a huge difference in confidence and will likely improve your experiences together in the bedroom. If you don’t own a vibrator, stop right now and put whatever device you are reading this on down. Get into your car immediately and drive to the nearest adult entertainment retailer. I’m kidding…but not really.

Relationship Reality Check

Open, honest communication and trust are essential to pegging. Please take note that EVERYONE must be willing to GIVE in order to RECEIVE. So, now is a great time to get real about your relationship in and out of the bedroom. Are you communicating? Is your man attentive to your needs in the bedroom? Are you attentive to his? Do you both feel pleased and satisfied with your sex life, and are you both willing to ask for what you want or voice concerns if there are issues in the bedroom?

Can you trust him with your secret fantasies and desires the way that he has trusted you with his today? Why or why not? These are big questions, but if you have any doubts, you may need to address communication and trust before you start ass play and pegging. Trust me, it will be worth it, so stick with it. Improved trust and communication in any relationship has so many rewards beyond increasing pleasure in the bedroom: that’s just icing on the cake!

Knowledge is Power: Additional Resources and Pegging Tips

Arming yourself with good information before you commit to a “yes” or “no” will give you everything you need to make an informed decision that’s right for you and your partner. It will also boost your confidence and make this new idea a little less scary. Ruby Ryder has a wonderful podcast available on her pegging blog www.pegging101.com specifically geared towards women and their most frequently asked questions about pegging.

Dan Savage’s Savage Love www.thestranger.com and Dr. Susan Block www.susanblockinstitute.com also have excellent overall relationship advice. And, the list wouldn’t be complete without Sex Nerd Sandra www.sexnerdsandra.com and her super amazing sex positive blog and podcasts. Of course, for more pegging princess observations from Kate (that’s me) and other pegging princesses, visit our online community at: www.practicalpegging.tumblr.com (pegging observations) or www.katetheenchanted.tumblr.com (pegging pics, vids, and general musing).

Let’s Get a Little Emotional

I’m very sincere in saying I’m so excited for you and your partner as you start this conversation and dive into the wonderful world of pegging! I don’t have unlimited time to talk to everyone, but please feel free to visit me at www.katetheenchanted.tumblr.com and submit any questions you may have. Woman to woman, I’m here to help and I do my best to respond to all inquiries with honest observations from my experience.

As a woman, I know that sometimes we just want to know we aren’t alone and that other “average” women like ourselves, not porn stars and professional mistresses, are enjoying some light kink. Unfortunately, pegging doesn’t have a ton of prominent and outspoken “average” female role models just yet. We’re working on it, but it will take time. I hope someday soon we can count you among the ranks of empowered pegging princesses across the world!

Thanks for listening and hearing me and your man out. xoxo Kate

Disclaimer: I am neither a licensed physician nor counselor and the following is a discussion solely based on my personal observations and experiences as a pegging princess (not to be misconstrued as authoritative advice). Everyone’s bodies, circumstances, experiences, and relationships are different. Further, prostate care is serious business. Ladies, treat with care and men, find a medical professional you trust and be honest when necessary about what you stick in your ass.

#female led relationship #femlit

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Watching Over - Part 1

Welcome to chapter one of Watching Over! I'm so excited for this story to finally be taking off and I hope you all enjoy the ride. Shoutout to my dear friend Sadie (@jannysarcher) for putting up with my constant spam of ideas and reassuring me when I feel like I'm in over my head. Happy reading!

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: 18+ minors DNI! Mentions of anaphylaxis, swearing, anger, mentions of cheating, mentions of death (non-graphic), fluff. Let me know if I missed any!

June 22, 1992 - Izzie

I swept behind the counter of the small coffee shop I worked at, ready to close up for the day and go home. The jingle of the door opening echoed through the empty shop and I called out from the back. “Sorry, we’re closed!”

“Fine, I guess I’ll have to find someone else to eat all these red velvet cookies with!” I heard a familiar voice reply.

“Danny! What are you doing here? I thought you were with Jenny?” I said as I emptied the dust pan.

“Oh uh, something came up.” He started, an unrecognizable look painted across his face. “Besides, that just means I get to spend more time with my best friend on her gotcha day!” He smiled faintly, setting the box of cookies on the counter. Apart from the obvious marked packaging, I could tell by the smell alone that these cookies came from my favorite bakery around the corner, Mad Hatter Bakeshop.

“Danny, I tell you this every year, I’m not a dog! But I appreciate the thoughtful gesture. I was actually planning on swinging by there later to get something, so thank you for saving me a trip.” I chuckled at the fact that he knows me so well.

“You still coming to dinner tonight?” I asked before practically inhaling one of the still warm treats. “Duh, I wouldn’t miss mama Laura’s mac and cheese for the world.” He said, patting his stomach. Though I knew he was just being silly, I fake gasped as I threw a nearby rag at his chest, earning one of those award-winning Wagner smiles.

“Of course that and the fact that I get to celebrate the day the universe gave me my best friend!” He pleaded, holding his hands up in defense. “Yeah, yeah. Now why don’t you make yourself useful and finish wiping down the counters while I enjoy the rest of these cookies.” I laughed while making myself comfortable on one of the small leather couches.

“You’re lucky I love you. I wouldn’t do scut work for anyone else.” He sighed, making his way over to the cabinet that held the cleaning supplies.

The radio was still playing overhead and I all but screamed bloody murder when I recognized the familiar tune that started flowing through the speakers, which caused Danny to quite literally drop everything and come running to my “rescue.”

“What��s wrong?” He asked in a panic, looking around trying to figure out what caused my sudden outburst. “It’s our song!” I grinned. His body slowly relaxed when he realized I wasn’t in immediate danger. I watched his face as he finally heard the lyrics of Tears for Fears’ ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ fill the empty building.

“God, I remember when this song came out. What were we, like 17?” Danny asked. “Yeah, I remember they played it at our junior prom and you spilled your punch all over my dress running to the dance floor!” I shot him a playful glare. “You’re lucky I ended up deciding on a darker dress so the stain wasn’t that visible.”

“Isabella Louise Rotterdam, how many times do I have to apologize for something that happened seven years ago? I think you’re just holding a grudge for fun at this point.” He jokingly defends, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Maybe.” I giggle. “I have plenty of reasons to hold a grudge against you though. Remember that time in seventh grade when you convinced me that everyone was wearing their pajamas to school, but I was the only one? I still have trust issues over that.” I shook my head, remembering how mortified and embarrassed I felt the entire day, especially because my parents couldn’t bring me a change of clothes.

“You gotta admit, that was pretty funny.” I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but not as funny as when you were nine and somehow managed to break your arm from flinging that dumb Star Wars lightsaber around all the time.” I recalled the memory so vividly of Danny coming over to show off his cast that collected dozens of signatures following mine.

“Yeah even I still don’t know how I did that. But hey, the ladies thought it was cool.” The smirk on his face quickly faded when I reminded him that his old babysitter was obligated to call it cool, therefore it didn’t actually count.

Danny finished disinfecting the tables and chairs as I walked around to double check the stock for tomorrow and ensure everything else was properly locked up for the evening. Once I was sure everything was set, I collected my things and Danny followed me out the back door where I punched in the code for the alarm system.

“I need to freshen up and grab a few things from the house so I’ll meet you there, yeah? I figured we can just ride over together.” Danny and I agreed on our plan before each hopping into our cars and pulling out of the gravel parking lot.

The weather was absolutely beautiful today so I opted to roll the windows down and turn up the volume of my Fleetwood Mac ‘Rumours’ CD. I took in the scenery on the drive home, which made me feel extra grateful to celebrate another year with the people I care most about.

I’d never been one to particularly enjoy my birthday, so in lieu of a big party and presents, my parents and I (and usually Danny) will just have a small dinner together to celebrate the day I was adopted. They tried for years to start a family but never had any luck. When I was left at the local fire station as a baby, they practically jumped at the chance to take me home. The rest was history.

Of course, I’ve tried a bit here and there to find my birth parents but have always come up empty handed. Not even the folks at the fire station had any information on who dropped me off all those years ago. Though it was a bit disheartening to think that someone out there really wanted nothing to do with me, I tried to to take it as a sign that for whatever reason, I just wasn’t meant to know. Either way, I feel so lucky to be able to call Laura and Ben my parents. I’ll never understand what I did to deserve to grow up in a loving and supportive household with them.

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The rest of the evening flew by as we all enjoyed one another’s company. Mom, like always, rambled on about the day they brought me home. Dad even managed to make everyone, including Danny shed a few tears with his ‘miracle child’ speech.

As my parents slowly began to clean up, Danny and I flipped through a photo album I found in my old bedroom, which mostly included pictures from the summer they took Danny and I to Edgewater Beach in Cleveland.

“Oh my god I remember this!” I say pointing to a picture of me with patchy red spots all over my face, clearly physically exhausted. “My mom cut up some pineapple for us to have as a snack and my face swelled up like a balloon. I guess that’s one way to find out you’re severely allergic to something.” My mind replayed the memory of me being rushed to the emergency room when my throat nearly closed up.

After that scare, my parents had me tested for any other allergies and health concerns just to ease their mind, but everything else seemed normal. We flipped through the remainder of the photos then headed back downstairs to see if there was anything else we could do to help before we headed out.

The ignition came to life as I slowly backed out of the driveway and began the fairly short drive back. “So, how’s Jenny? I haven’t seen her around in a while.” I decided to test the waters a bit. I could almost immediately feel the air tense up as he sighed.

Though he hadn’t explicitly said anything, I could tell things weren’t great considering when she was over last week, I heard them arguing all night.

“Apart from the fact that I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on me, just peachy keen!” He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What? Why do you think that?” I asked. “When I was at her place earlier, I found a shirt that definitely does not belong to me in her room.” He started. “She tried to say it was her brother’s shirt that got mixed up in the laundry. Biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard if you ask me.” He huffed out. “I’m pretty sure I broke her front door off the hinges from slamming it so hard. Serves her right.” He smirked to himself.

“Shit, Danny. I’m so sorry. Are you okay though? I mean you guys were getting pretty serious.” I asked sympathetically. “Yeah I guess. Just wish she wouldn’t have lied to me.”

I hummed in response and let the faint music from the radio be the only sound for the remainder of the drive. Soon enough, we arrived back at the house and I wrestled with my cluttered keyring before finally finding the one for the deadbolt. As soon as I stepped inside, I heard the phone ringing. Danny sauntered over to the kitchen to answer it as I hung my work bag on one of the metal hooks on the wall.

I discreetly listened to the conversation as I began taking my shoes off, curious as to who would be calling this late in the evening.

“Why would I want to listen to anything you have to say?” … “No, I don’t want to hear it.” … “Why can’t you just tell me over the phone?”

There was a long pause before I heard him speak again. “Fine, but no funny business.” I heard the phone slam down and Danny let out a loud sigh before walking back into the front hallway.

“Who was that?” I asked. “Jenny.” He said. “She wants to meet and explain things. Said it’s really important.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to stay up for you?” I asked. “Nah, I shouldn’t be long. I just want to get this over with.” He blew out another frustrated breath as he grabbed his keys and pulled the door closed a little too harshly, the loud slam causing me to jump.

I quickly showered and got ready for bed, dreading having to work so early in the morning.

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When I crawled out of bed the next morning, the house was still quiet and I assumed Danny must have come back after I fell asleep and just hadn’t woken up yet. Curious as to how his chat with Jenny went, I left a sticky note offering some freebies at work as an incentive to get him to swing by and fill me in.

The day dragged on and I was a bit disheartened when it was nearing closing time and Danny hadn’t come by. Maybe things didn’t go well? I guess I’d see him when I got home. Apart from Danny’s relationship drama, I was also curious about the buzz of hushed whispers that seemed to take over the cafe in the last hour or so.

Normally, the types of secrets to flow in and out of this town are fairly superficial, but the air felt heavier and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. My curiosity finally got the best of me when a customer came up for a refill as I quietly asked what was going on.

“You haven’t heard yet? Jenny Evans was found dead by the Kokosing River lookout point this morning.”

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Don't know if this is the right place to ask. I've been gifted DnD Castle Ravenloft for the holidays and I unpacked it last night... mother**** this thing is incredibly serious! Where do I begin? I want to teach my sons a love for DnD, but i can't afford R1900 just for the starter pack. Here in South Africa it is massively expensive.

How can I make this tabletop game into something they would like?

Thanks for the question! I’m so happy to see more parents considering D&D (and similar tabletop games) for their kids.

Honestly, I could go on and on forever on the many benefits of getting young people into the tabletop hobby but given you’re looking for guidance and not an entire treatise let me point you to some amazing resources, both for quickly jumping into a family-friendly game AND for more info for everyone on why to even bother.

First, I want to start with a few general resources that provide far more than I could (or probably should) here.

Level 1 Geek provides a whole article with info and resources on D&D for Kids. I was actually surprised to find they’d missed how effectively D&D (and similar) teach kids subjects like math without them even being aware they’re learning!

Wizards of the Coast provided a similar article of their own. They even provide free adventures with all you might need (including advice on best approaches for ages) called Monster Slayers: The Heroes of Hesiod. It was just the start of a great series.

DMing Dad has more resources and modules for you and your family as well!

I’m gonna rein myself in as that’s likely more than enough to get you and yours started. A few pieces of advice if I may:

Not all kids love combat and killing stuff. In fact, many don’t. So let them find animals they can befriend, help a goblin whose siblings are missing, gather wacky ingredients for a 50-story cake to celebrate an ancient dragon’s 1,000th birthday, etc. They love adventure. Let them eat cake, pet the displacer beast, and make some neat and strange friends.

Rule of Cool applies ALL THE MORE for kids. Let them use what rules they MUST (and those they like) to maintain some sense of structure and cooperation, but please at least consider encouraging and instilling in them an “anything fun for all is good for all” mindset. It’ll teach them the best part of D&D - we’re in this together.

Keep the statistics to a minimum. Use only the rules you need. The adventures sourced above use only the barest beats from D&D to tell a coherent story without it being bogged down in rules and the usual (admittedly) “character-stat-spreadsheet”. Keep it simple. Let THEM grow it outward from there as THEY see fit. And feel free to let them shrink it again when anything bigger or wider becomes unwieldy to them at all.

Start with excitement, keep it up, let THEM expand it. What you run for them CAN and likely SHOULD be simple and straightforward. Take cues from them when they want something to run deeper or get more complex. Your baddies don’t require complex gray morality. Your adventures can get by with few and even ZERO unexpected twists. Again, watch. Listen. Learn. Kids are very good at telling you, often and loudly, what they want.

Keep it short. Adults are better with longer sessions and adventure threads than kids usually are. Don’t be afraid to run a game no longer than an hour, or even less if they want to move on. Don’t take it personally. When they ask for another run plan a similar short one. If they beg for a little longer, reward them with just a teeny bit more. And repeat that as needed. Always keep them wanting more right?

Be kind and respectful. We’re all in this together. Manners can be learned and mastered around that gaming table and certainly shouldn’t stop there. This is true for adults too, but to each their own I suppose.

I hope that helps! Let us know how it goes!

And if this was interesting or useful to you at all, consider checking out Tabletop Gaming Resources for more art, tips, and tools for your game!

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let-me-simp-in-peace · 2 years

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A Little Extra Love (Atsumu x Reader) Oneshot

1:22pm

Atsumu & Oikawa

Oikawa: ATSUBABE

Atsumu: KAWA

Atsumu: What’s up?

Oikawa: I have a challenge

Atsumu: Another one?

Oikawa: SOUND MORE EXCITED

Atsumu: ANOTHER ONE??

Oikawa: ….I hate you

Atsumu: What’s the challenge?

Oikawa: You have to text your significant other in the group chat and ask if you’re unlovable

Atsumu: Huh? Why?

Oikawa: To see how Y/n responds! You said she’s always seemed distant

Atsumu: Well that’s true but..tricking her like that feels mean

Oikawa: Come on! If it goes wrong, just tell her it was a challenge!

Atsumu: …Fine

Atsumu: But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you

1:31pm

In the ‘VolleyBROS & VolleyHOES’ group chat

Atsumu: Am I unlovable?

Hinata: What? Of course you’re lovable!

Yamaguchi: Where is this coming from?

Yachi: Are you okay, Tsumu?

Osamu: What happened?

Suna: Why are you asking something like that?

Sugawara: Did something happen with Y/n?

Atsumu: No not really

Akaashi: That’s not a definite no

Bokuto: Are you okay Tsum Tsum?

Osamu: @Y/n

Y/n is online

Osamu: What the fuck did you do to my brother?

Y/n: What?

Kenma: Back read

Y/n: Atsumu, why are you asking if you’re unlovable?

Atsumu: I just…

Atsumu: Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you really want to be with me

Y/n: Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way?

Atsumu: I didn’t want to bother you

Y/n: You’re never bothering me

Iwaizumi: I have to side with Y/n on this. She never stops talking about you

Kuroo: Yeah. Whenever she hangs out with Kenma and I, she talks about you nonstop

Kiyoko: She rants about all the cute things you do

Yachi: And works overtime for weeks in advance so she never has to miss one of your games

Sakusa: She even asked the team for advice on how to confess to you before you two started dating

Hinata: And she asked Bo-san and me about what you would like for a first date because she was afraid of messing it up

Yamaguchi: I got her a shirt for her birthday that says AtsuY/n Supremacy, and she wears it all the time

Atsumu: I’ve never seen her wear it?

Y/n: I wear it to sleep sometimes. I was too embarrassed to wear it in front of you…

Atsumu: You? Embarrassed?

Suna: Do you really not see the way she blushes when you smile at her?

Atsumu: I do that because I just want to see her smile back

Y/n: Your existence makes me smile

Sugawara: Bold Y/n is superior

Oikawa: Agreed

Y/n: Everything you are and ever will be is perfect to me.

Yachi: That’s really sweet

Y/n: Your sarcasm

Y/n: The fact that you never shut up during the movies

Kuroo: Calling him out I see

Y/n: How you complain about me hugging you but always pull me back if I try to let go.

Kenma: That’s? So? Cute? Like adorable

Hinata: Ikr

Y/n: The moments when you’re truly honest with me

Y/n: You’re insecurities

Y/n: Your fears

Y/n: Your achievements and your shortcomings

Sakusa: Are you just listing things for fun?

Y/n: I love you for everything that you are.

Atsumu: You do?

Y/n: I know I don’t say it a lot, but I do. Nothing in this world matters more to me than you.

Osamu: As it should

Suna: Samu pls

Yamaguchi: Stop interrupting the moment

Y/n: I’m not good with words

Bokuto: That’s true

Y/n: I can’t read the room for shit

Kuroo: She really can’t

Y/n: I’m not perfect

Iwaizumi: Who is?

Oikawa: Me

Sugawara: Not the time Kawa

Y/n: I’m far from it really

Hinata: She’s roasting herself?

Kenma: I think she’s getting to the point

Y/n: But every broken part of me loves you

Y/n: And that won’t ever change

……

Y/n: Atsumu?

Osamu: He’s crying

Atsumu: AMN NTO

Iwaizumi: So is Oikawa

Oikawa: TSOP EXPOAING ME

Hinata: If it makes you feel better we’re all crying

Yachi: Kiyoko i need a hug

Kiyoko: omw

Yamaguchi: can I say the thing now?

Akaashi: Please do

Yamaguchi: ATSUY/N >>

Bokuto AGREED

Kuroo: Double agreed bro

Suna: @Y/n come get your man. His crying is so loud

Atsumu: FUKC YUO

Y/n: Hey Atsu?

Atsumu: yeag?

Atsumu: *Yeah?

Y/n: Get cleaned up. I’m picking you up in twenty minutes.

Akaashi: I thought you only live like ten minutes away from each other?

Y/n: I’m picking up ice cream first

Atsumu: Strawberry?

Y/n: You know it

Y/n: Oh. Pack a change of clothes too. It’s late so you can just stay the night

Atsumu: Movies?

Y/n: Harry Potter or Game of Thrones?

Sakusa: Game of thrones isn’t a movie

Atsumu: Omi let me enjoy this moment

Atsumu: I vote Harry Potter

Y/n: Which one?

Atsumu: Half blood prince

Y/n: You literally hate that one

Atsumu: BECAUSE SNAPE DIES RIGHT AFTER THEY FIND OUT HE WAS A GOOD PERSON

Y/n: Then why do you want to watch it?

Atsumu: Because it’s your favorite

Y/n: ahguy YOURE SO CUTE

Kenma: I think you broke her

Y/n: Im fuen

Akaashi: You couldn’t even spell ‘fine’

Y/n: let me live kaashi

Y/n: Why don’t we watch Chamber of Secrets then. We both like that one.

Atsumu: Okay. When are you getting here?

Yamaguchi: Impatient

Oikawa: I would be too

Iwaizumi: You’re always impatient

Y/n: I’m outside.

Atsumu: I’m coming!

Kuroo: That’s what she said

Hinata: He said that too

Sugawara: Why are you like this?

Kenma: We’re ALL like this

Y/n: Like what? Dramatic?

Sakusa: You couldn’t leave without roasting us?

Y/n: I do it out of love

Atsumu: She does! The second I got in the car she said “Buckle up, bitch.”

Y/n: It’s not my fault you got in and said “Where’s the ice cream, scrub?”

Akaashi: How are you two together?

Iwaizumi: The same way Oikawa and I are together

Oikawa: IWA-CHAN

Hinata: And Yams and Tsukishima

Yamaguchi: I was gonna say he’s not that bad, but you right

Atsumu: AJHG Y/N JUST SAID SHE LOVES ME

Y/n: Why are you acting like I never say it?

Atsumu: You’ve only said it over text and call!

Y/n: Oh

Y/n: I’ll start telling you more often, honey

Atsumu: JGDSIHSTA HONEY

Atsumu: PLS ILL BE YOUR HONEY

Osamu: Simp

Y/n: stfu do you know how much I’ve put up with you ranting about Suna over the years?

Suna: I want to hear this story

Osamu: NO YOU DONT

Y/n: I’ll send it to you later

Oikawa: SHE REALLY SAID ‘IT’S ON SITE BITCH’

Y/n: No one calls my boy a simp except me

Atsumu: That’s me! I’m her boy!

Kenma: Guess he’s just gonna ignore that she called him a simp

Bokuto: YOU GO TSUM TSUM

Y/n: oMG if yuu could sae his faxe

Y/n: Hes bkushing si mucc

Atsumu: STOP RATTING ME OUT

Y/n: im gobna cri

Atsumu: IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY

Y/n: *Y/n has sent an attachment*

Hinata: HAHHABHA LOOK AT HIS FACE

Bokuto: HES SO RED

Sugawara: How is this so wholesome??

Atsumu: HSUT UOP

Y/n: I will when you can spell it

Atsumu: SHYT UP

Atsumu: SHUT PU

Atsumu: FUCK SHUT UP

Y/n: Atsumu Miya, ladies and gentlemen

Y/n: Well, I’ve got ice cream to eat, movies to watch, and a boyfriend to cuddle, so I’ll be going. See ya losers

Y/n is offline

Atsumu is offline

Iwaizumi: Always gotta throw in that last insult

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