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Movie Night

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18, Minors DNI!

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie Munson for ages. When you finally ask him over to a watch a movie, you learn that your feelings are definitely requited. Warnings: General mention of Eddie's reputation/being mistreated for said reputation, protected PinV, oral (m receiving). Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word Count: 7.8k (it got away from me, my bad)

“I think I’m going to ask him out.”

Steve, who had been sorting through tapes on autopilot - huffing at each return that needed to be rewound, muttering under his breath each time your perch on the counter jeopardized his precarious pile of returns - lifted his head at the sound of your voice.

A quick glance around the store reminded him that it was empty, save for the two of you, Dustin Henderson, and Eddie Munson. It was obvious that you weren’t talking about Dustin and he knew you weren’t talking about him - been there, done that; be kind, don’t rewind.

The only logical conclusion was Eddie and that pulled a grimace from Steve as he spared your one-time classmate a weary glance.

Across the store, Eddie watched as Dustin - with flailing limbs and grinning lips - sorted through tapes in search of a film neither you nor Steve had ever heard of. He looked amused, eyes wide and bright as he listened to Dustin, and it brought a soft smile to your lips that Steve quickly erased.

“You’re going to ask out Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?” Steve shuddered, as if he couldn’t bear to think about it - only a little exaggerated, a little dramatic in a way he often teased Dustin for - and shook his head as he transferred his pile to the cart. “Why would you do something like that?”

Though Steve had made great strides in shedding the high school persona he’d spent so long clinging to - he was no longer the Grade-A douchebag he once was - there were still moments of reflexive snobbery that made you roll your eyes. It didn’t help that there was an undercurrent of jealousy, spurred by Dustin’s newfound Eddie worship, but he seemed to realize his mistake as he held up a hand in apology.

“He’s cute.” There was a defensive bite to your tone, sharp and pointed - a derisive huff that made Steve raise a brow - as you spared the pair a glance.

Though most wouldn’t believe it, you’d always found Eddie cute. When he returned to school your junior year (his first senior year) with longer hair, wearing a leather jacket, you’d been drawn to him immediately. There was something about him that enchanted you - his hair, his smile, his big brown eyes, his theatrics, his give-no-fucks attitude - and saddled you with one of the biggest crushes you’d ever had.

Despite the years of pining, you never acted on it. Eddie never gave you much reason to believe your feelings might be requited, other than the time you caught him checking out your ass beneath your cheer skirt senior year, but things were different now. High school insecurity was gone and you no longer cared what anyone thought about your personal life.

And if Eddie truly had no interest in you, you wouldn’t be stuck in a building with him five days a week.

Steve’s face remained sour, uncertain - despite his knowledge that Eddie was almost perfectly your type - so you rolled your eyes and jostled the desk, just to make him jump. When he glared at you, you grinned.

“I mean, what’s the harm? Eddie’s always been nice to me. At worst, I pull a Henderson and replace you with Eddie.”

“Please. My life would drastically improve if you left me alone.” At your mock outrage, Steve sneered - though you could see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes, one that confirmed he was joking, though he would likely apologize for being bitchy later, anyway.

Steve shook his head as he shoved a tape, ready to be marked as a return, into your hands. “Of course Munson has always been nice to you. You’re hot.” It was said easily, as if it was the most logical explanation, a point blank huff that had him shrugging when you teasingly wagged your brows. “You know I think you’re hot. Shut up. And Munson’s weird, but he’s still a guy.”

The sharp nudge of your foot to Steve’s side drew another annoyed huff, this one accompanied by a swift swat to your foot - one that made you laugh and Steve roll his eyes.

“He’s not weird,” you defended, eyes narrowed as you scratched at the Family Video sticker covering the spine of a tape. “Just because you’re not into the same stuff doesn’t mean he’s, like, a freak or something. He’s just a guy. A cute guy, but just a guy.”

Finally, as if he’d come to terms with the fact that no work would be done until you’d decided to make your move or backed down, deflated and intending to leave well enough alone, Steve turned to lean against the counter. He folded his arms over his chest and allowed his gaze to flicker between you and Eddie.

“You’re really into him?”

Steve knew that you were. Just as you’d given him dating advice, he’d given you the same in return and knew that you had a thing for metalheads in theory - guys with leather jackets and music collections that made his head hurt - but the last person you actually pursued was more like him. It was always the safe choice and he wanted to be certain that you knew what you were getting yourself into.

“You’re totally forgetting that I thought Billy Hargrove was gorgeous until he opened his mouth and proved himself to be a Grade-A dickhead. At least Eddie’s really a nice guy.” With a sigh, you slid from the counter - careful not to destroy Steve’s pile - and frowned as you spared Eddie another sideways glance.

A dejected sigh escaped, fell from your mouth in a puff of hot air, as you emulated Steve’s stance and folded your arms over your chest. You understood where Steve was coming from - his question was fair, one that made perfect sense - but it made your chest ache as you searched for the words to adequately describe what you’d been thinking.

“I just… I’m tired of going for the safe choice, you know? I’m tired of looking for people that won’t disappoint my parents or make judge-y assholes look twice, even if they make me miserable.” With a forced laugh, a sound that rang hollow in your own ears, you turned your full attention back to Steve. “I think you’re the only person I ever even attempted to date that I halfway liked and we both know how that ended up.” Steve made a face, one that clearly displayed his understanding, as he tilted his head to study Eddie, trying to see what you saw. “Eddie’s cute and sweet and I’m not just into him because I feel like I’m supposed to be.”

Steve understood, if only vaguely - he’d chased after people just because he felt he was supposed to, spent his entire high school career being a guy he didn’t really like because that was who he felt he was supposed to be - so he nodded. With a wave of his hand, he gestured to Eddie. “I say, if you want to ask him out, just do it. There’s no chance he’ll turn you down. He’s weird, not an idiot.”

With Steve’s encouragement, if only barely, you turned to face Eddie. There was a fire burning in the pit of your stomach, flames lapping at your already warm skin, as you considered exactly how to approach him. There was no sense in trying to beat around the bush - he was sweet, flirty and kind, but would need to be asked directly, just to avoid any misunderstanding - and you knew that you couldn’t have a conversation with him with Dustin Henderson stuck to his side.

“Steve.”

An exasperated sigh escaped Steve, who had only just turned back to his work, as he held his hands up in defeat. “What?” Warm brown eyes narrowed, focused on you in an exasperated frustration that made you laugh. “What do you want me to do? I’m not asking him out for you.”

Laughter bubbled in your throat, escaped a little louder than you intended and drew Eddie and Dustin’s attention as you imagined Steve playing the middleman for you and Eddie. With a dismissive wave of your hand, you turned your head and pouted at Steve. “Take responsibility for your child and distract Henderson. I can’t ask Eddie out with him right there.”

Steve fixed you with a wholly unimpressed stare, not at all surprised by the turn your day had taken. “Fine,” he sighed, turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. “Get him over here and I’ll distract him. But you owe me. Cover my shift on Saturday? I’ve got a date with Lisa.”

“I thought you were going out with Anna?” Steve grimaced in a way that told you there would be a deeper conversation later, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to be distracted. Instead, you waved a hand. “Whatever. Henderson is literally only here because of you. I don’t owe you shit.” You rounded the counter, brows raised as Steve pulled a face, and laughed when he rolled his eyes. “I will swap you, though. I’ll take your Saturday night if you take my Friday night.”

“Yeah, alright. Just go before I change my mind. The kid can be a total cockblock when he wants to be and I’m thinking about letting him.”

With a middle finger tossed behind you, angled in Steve’s direction - met with his laughter and, no doubt, a middle finger of his own - you started off across the store. Dustin and Eddie had dropped their conversation to furious whispers, an exchange that you couldn’t make out from your distance, but fell silent the moment your steps sounded a touch too close.

“Henderson.” At your greeting, Dustin’s attention snapped to you, eyes wide and lips parted with a sentence you’d broken. Eddie shot him a sideways look and you raised an eyebrow at the silent conversation that passed between the pair. “Steve wanted to talk to you.”

Dustin frowned, eyes darting between you and Steve - whose back remained to your group. “About what?”

Eddie stifled a laugh, wide eyes amused as he watched you huff, and you rolled your eyes as Dustin waited expectantly. “I’m not a mindreader, Henderson. Ask him yourself."

Without so much as another glance in your direction, Dustin turned his attention back to the shelf he and Eddie had spent twenty minutes dissecting. “I’m busy,” he declared, fingers reaching for another tape that he had no intention of renting.

“Un-busy yourself. Now, preferably,” you snapped, eyes narrowing as Dustin turned to look at you. Before he could respond - mutter something smart, a quip that would leave you more annoyed - Eddie laughed and nudged his shoulder.

Eddie’s eyes, wide and pretty - a glassy brown that you could lose yourself in, given the chance - met yours. There was a knowing glimmer, the understanding that you wanted him alone, though you could see a hint of confusion as he tried to imagine just what you could want. “I think you’ve got about five seconds to leave before she snaps, Henderson. Might want to make yourself scarce.”

With Eddie’s encouragement, Dustin shot you an unimpressed glower before he stomped across the floor, muttering all the while. Beneath his breath, he mumbled something about not understanding girls, a huff that Suzie was the least difficult girl in his life, and had the nerves not been threatening to choke you, you would’ve laughed.

“I love those kids,” you began, eyes following Dustin’s retreating form as he approached the counter with an exaggerated huff, “but, man.”

A soft huff of laughter, accompanied by the crinkle of leather as Eddie stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, met your eyes. That knowing smile grew a touch brighter, something more understanding, as he nodded. “It’s his tone,” he declared, grin conspiratorial. “A little humility would go far there.”

“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Eddie laughed and shook his head as you tossed your arms, exasperated, before glancing at you from beneath his lashes. Despite the clear amusement still settled across his features, it was obvious that he was studying you. It made you eager to shrink beneath his gaze, unused to being the center of his attention for longer than a few moments, but you willed yourself to keep your head held high as he raised a brow.

“So, Henderson’s gone,” he pointed out, dragging each syllable out just a moment longer than necessary. “What’s up? If you’re lookin’ to buy, I don’t have anything with me. We could meet later, though, if you want.”

“No, no. That’s not -“ You cut yourself off with a shake of your head, incredulous laughter threatening to escape as you did. “I don’t want to buy. I was thinking, maybe we could watch a movie or something? I want to watch The Return of the Living Dead but my friends are all chickens. I know you like horror so, I just thought, maybe we could watch it together.”

Eddie blinked, clearly caught off guard, and stilled for what felt like an eternity. In reality, only a moment passed before his lips began to curve into a slow smile. There was mischief glittering in his eyes, a warmth you hadn’t seen from him before, and you knew in that moment that Steve was right. “Are you asking me on a date, princess?”

“I am.” Despite his best attempt at nonchalance, Eddie’s brows winged up at your blunt acknowledgement. “Are you going to say yes?”

“Fuck yeah,” he agreed, easy and quick as he laughed. “If I ever say no to a date with you, assume I’ve finally lost it. But, uh, you sure about this?”

Eddie glanced across the store - met another pair of warm brown eyes before Steve and Dustin both hurriedly busied themselves with pretending they weren’t attempting to eavesdrop - and you rolled your eyes. He was far from the first person to assume there was more going on between you and Steve than friendship, but you were quick to dispel that line of thinking.

“Completely.” You debated for a moment, curious as to whether you should dig yourself deeper, but the bright glint in Eddie’s eyes - hopeful and delighted - spurred you on. “I’ve kinda had a thing for you for a while,” you admitted, attempting to feign nonchalance as you swiped at a wayward piece of dust on a shelf. His surprise was evident, brows lifting beneath the curl of his hair, but before he could comment, you barreled on. “My parents are out of town. I have to finish my shift,” you began, glancing at the clock above the desk, “but you can come over at, like, seven?”

“Seven, yeah.” Eddie’s agreement was quick, voice a little dreamy - as if he still couldn’t quite believe you’d asked him out, that you were seriously inviting him over or that you’d admitted to having a thing for him. “That sounds good. I, uh, I’ll see you then.”

“Cool, awesome.” You nodded, grinning at him - unable to even feign nonchalance as his smile mirrored your own - before you turned back to the desk. “I’ll see you at seven, then.”

Neither Eddie nor Dustin lingered long after your conversation - the latter, no doubt, leaving with the knowledge of where Eddie would be spending his evening, thanks to his gossiping with Steve. Eddie left with a smile in your direction and you saw his flailing celebration the second he stepped out of the store, even if you dutifully pretended not to noice.

Steve, however, made it a point to keep the joyous gesture at the forefront of your mind.

For the remaining three hours of your shift, you endured Steve’s teasing. He poked fun at your upcoming date, wondering idly if Eddie would be waiting for you when you arrived home - too excited too wait until seven - or if he’d wear something other than his leather jacket or black t-shirt. But, no matter what he said, you simply rolled your eyes and kept checking the clock every ten minutes.

The time seemed to crawl, passing so slowly that you were half-sure Dustin changed the clocks just to mess with you, but when the hour struck six, you were out the door with a parting wave and a bright ‘thanks’ to Steve for taking on closing duties alone.

There was little time for anything more than a change of clothes and a quick tidying of your home before seven rolled around, but you knew that Eddie wouldn’t really mind. Though there was something about him that made you nervous - excited, giddy, some kind of schoolgirl crush - if you really thought about it, you figured there was little you could do that would truly bother him.

And, thankfully, before you could think too much about it and send yourself spiraling, a knock sounded at the door.

At seven on the dot, you found Eddie standing at your front door. He’d changed - his leather jacket remained, but it covered a nicer shirt instead of the worn Metallica shirt he’d donned earlier in the afternoon - and you could smell the green apple of his shampoo as he grinned at you.

“Hey.” Though he attempted nonchalance with an easy smile, you could see the nervous tension in his shoulders.

Eddie had been burned - you knew that - and he was likely waiting for the catch. There was none, just a desire to get to know him better, and you wanted desperately for him to know that. So you mustered up your widest grin and held the door open for him.

“Hi. Come in.” As he stepped inside, closer than necessary - shoulder brushing yours, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body - you hoped he don’t notice the breath you took to steady yourself. “So, I got Return of the Living Dead and Sleepaway Camp. Not sure if you’ve seen either, but Return is supposed to be amazing and Sleepaway Camp is one of my favorites.”

“I haven’t seen Return yet,” he admitted as you closed the front door, “but I’ve heard good things. Sleepaway Camp, though? This whole time, I thought you were cool.” The jab was teasing, meant entirely in jest and accompanied by a grin, and earned a roll of your eyes as you gestured for him to follow you deeper into the living room.

“I don’t know where you got that idea, but I’m happy to prove you wrong.” Eddie followed, close enough that. He could reach out and touch you, and the idea made your thoughts a little fuzzy as you approached the couch. “I won’t be taking any Sleepaway Camp slander, though. It’s killer.”

Eddie paused, tilted his head and regarded you with furrowed brows and a badly concealed smile as he watched you reach for the tapes. “…was that a really bad pun?”

“I keep getting cooler, I’m aware.” Eddie laughed, unable to conceal his smile any longer, as he took a seat at one end of the couch. “I was going to say we could start with Return since neither of us have seen it but now, you’re going to suffer through Sleepaway Camp first.”

As you placed the tape into the VCR and pressed play, you could hear the shuffling of Eddie tossing his leather jacket onto the chair beside the couch. “Fine by me,” he hummed, a sly grin on his lips as you glanced at him over your shoulder. “Maybe the company will make it better.” When you fixed him with your best unimpressed look - a feat, considering the heat traveling to your cheeks - his grin grew a touch wider. “I keep getting more charming, I’m aware.”

“Wow.” The nervous energy began to dissipate with every teasing jab. You were reminded of how easily you’d always gotten along with Eddie - how easily you’d always been able to converse with him, despite the crush that made you conscious of your every move - as you approached the couch yourself. “You know, now that you mention it, I never realized…” Warm brown eyes tracked your every move, anticipating - hoping for - a compliment as you took a seat at the opposite end. “… just how big your head was.”

The opening scene began to play, sounds of a B-horror film filling the small space, as he reached for the lamp on the side table. “Big head, big… well, you know how the saying goes,” he teased as he settled deeper into the cushions and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I do but I’m pretty sure that is totally not how it starts.”

Eddie shrugged, grin never faltering as he watched you reach for the lamp at your end of the couch. “Same thing. Creative license and all that.”

“Right. All the songwriting and campaign planning, makes sense you get a little creative.” When he tipped his head, seemingly surprised that you knew about both his songwriting and campaign planning, you rolled your eyes. “I’ve had a crush on you for, like, three years. I know things about you, Eddie. And, I mean, I spend time around Dustin Henderson, begrudgingly most of the time, but he talks about you all the time. So, I’ve picked up some things.”

There was a look of something akin to awe on his face as you shifted closer. “You’re pretty, you like horror and metal, and you like me. Why?”

It broke your heart to hear the doubt in his voice - to see the hesitance in his eyes, the residual concern that he was being left out of the joke - and you couldn’t help but sigh as you continued shifting closer to him. “Because you like horror and metal and you’re kinda cool. And, I mean, it doesn’t hurt that you’re kinda hot, too.”

“You know,” he spared the television a glance, “if you didn’t have sort of questionable taste, I’d think this was all too good to be true. But, I’m not gonna question it too much ‘cause you’re kinda cool, too. And definitely hot.”

“Glad to know we’re on the same page, then. Now, are we going to just talk or are you going to allow me to educate you in good horror?”

Eddie’s laughter drowned out a brief moment of dialogue - a line you could easily recite - as he tossed an arm over the back of the couch and shook his head. “‘M sorry. Educate away, princess.”

For a few brief moments, the pair of you settled. Eddie kept his attention on the television - and even cracked a smile or two at some of your favorite moments - while you kept your attention on him. His side profile was captivating, so distracting that you didn’t notice the minutes ticking away as you studied him, and he was kind enough to refrain from pointing out your obvious staring as the film played on.

Though you could feel the rapid beat of your heart, a warmth prickling at your skin as you remained conscious of the fact that you’d finally taken the leap and had a chance to make your move, Eddie seemed unfazed by the proximity as he laughed at a particularly cheesy scene. However, when you shifted closer - body now practically touching his - you caught his sharp inhale.

It brought you a sort of comfort to realize that he was not as unaffected as he seemed, nowhere near as nonchalant about the entire encounter as he wanted you to believe, and you couldn’t help but smile as you tipped your head to look at him.

“Do I make you nervous?”

The question was teasing, a light jab, but he didn’t miss a beat. “Of course you do,” he confirmed with a nod and a laugh as he glanced at you. “You’re smart and cool and hot. You fucking terrify me.”

“Me?” You scoffed, despite yourself, and shook your head. “As if. I’m totally not scary.”

“‘M serious.” Eddie relaxed, if only slightly, and shifted his body to face you fully as his arm fell around your shoulders. “No one had their shit together in high school, but you did. You knew what you wanted and it was kind of intimidating.”

“I definitely did not have my shit together,” you confessed, laughing as you leaned into his embrace. “But I’m glad it looked like I did. Maybe I’m just a good actress.”

“If that’s acting, you should be up for an Oscar, princess.”

As Eddie laughed, a quiet sound that washed over you and filled your chest with a sticky warmth, you shook your head. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know?”

Eddie hummed, a flash of confusion washing over his face, before he asked, “What, princess?”

“Mm. I think if it was anyone else, it would sound condescending. Like they’re trying to be a prick, you know. But I don’t mind it from you,” you confessed. “It’s kinda nice.”

That grin you were beginning to love - genuine, warm, happy - lifted his lips as he shifted once more and knocked your knee with his own. “I’m not a big fan of nicknames, for obvious reasons,” he confided, “but I like it when you call me Eds. It’s kinda cute.”

“God, we’re kinda gross.”

“Totally. But I’m not complaining.” Eddie removed his arm from around your shoulders and brought his hand to cup your cheek. He paused for a moment, studying your face, before he asked, “Does it make me a total loser if I’ve thought about kissing you for, like, ever?”

For a split second, you wondered if he could hear the beat of your heart over the screaming emanating from the television - and if you’d heard him properly over the noise. But when you met his expectant gaze, wide brown eyes waiting for you response, you realized you didn’t really care.

“Only if you keep thinking about it instead of actually doing it.”

With your permission, Eddie leaned in and tentatively pressed his mouth to yours. The kiss was careful, hesitant, but you could feel the underlying excitement as the warmth of his palm bled into your skin. Without thinking, you breathed a contented sigh as you lifted your hands to his hair and tugged him impossibly closer.

The noise of the film continued in the background, unnoticed by either of you as Eddie took the initiative to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, urging you to open up for him, and you gave in without a moment of hesitation.

As many times as you’d thought about this moment - as many times as you’d pictured yourself in this situation, at the center of Eddie’s attention, with his hands and mouth on you - the reality was infinitely better than any dream. Eddie’s hands were calloused, rough from years of guitar and, now, his work at Thatcher’s, but his touch was featherlight as his hands began to wander.

Gentle fingers brushed along your jaw, dragged down the side of your neck and shoulders, inching lower until they found your waist. Your fingers tangled in his curls, indulging in your long hidden desire to play with his hair, as Eddie pulled away to allow you both a moment to breathe.

“We’re missing the totally not awful movie,” he pointed out, breath fanning over your neck as he dipped his head to nose at your jaw.

“We can rewind it later.”

Eddie laughed, his smirk evident as he nipped at the hinge of your jaw before lapping at the skin to soothe the brief sting. “Thought you wanted to educate me, princess,” he teased.

Warm hands began to wander, fingers dipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt to brush the heated skin of your waist, as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. Your own hands began to wander as well, dipping to his chest as he latched onto a patch of skin just beneath your ear.

“Want to kiss you more.”

He hummed, pleased with your answer, as he tipped his head to meet your gaze. Soft brown eyes were blown black and there was a hunger in them that you’d never been privileged enough to see. Now, the sheer weight of his desire hit you all at once as he grinned. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, then.”

Before you could huff, playfully pout at his taunting callback, Eddie reclaimed your lips. This kiss was more heated than the first, hesitance now gone as you realized you both wanted the same thing, and it completely obliterated any remaining thoughts other than how good it felt to have him pressed so close.

Though his hands began to wander, touch fleeting as it dragged across your hips and thighs, over your middle and back to your arms, he remained respectful. As eager as you both were, his hands only fell to your chest when you lifted them there yourself.

Eddie groaned into the kiss the moment you placed his hands, fingers experimentally flexing as you shifted impossibly closer.

“You can touch me however you want,” you allowed, word exhaled against his mouth as you separated just an inch to breathe. “I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t want something.”

“Fuck.” His forehead fell to yours, curls beginning to stick to his forehead with the lightly beading sweat, as he laughed. “Ditto. I’m all yours, princess. Take whatever you want.”

“That’s a dangerous offer.” The hand you’d left on his bicep, fingers tracing the stark black ink of his tattoo, began to wander then. Slowly, you raked the tips of your fingers down his chest - not bothering to hide your grin as he inhaled sharply at the sensation of your fingers raking over his lower stomach - and stopped at the buckle of his belt. “What if I want everything?”

“It’s yours. Been yours,” he admitted, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze met yours once more. “Fuck, you’re all I want, princess. ‘ve been crazy about you for a while.”

“Keep talking like that and you might make me fall in love, Eds.” It was too late - you were already halfway there - and you both knew it. Still, Eddie laughed dutifully as his gaze fell to watch your hands tug at his belt buckle.

“Give me a few hours. I’ve been there, time for you to join me.”

The admission was half-teasing, accompanied by a breathless laugh as you worried with the warm metal beneath your fingers, but it still filled your stomach with a storm of butterflies. The time you’d spent pining over Eddie could’ve been spent lying beneath him, going on dates with him, enjoying time with him, and you were determined to make up for lost time as you tipped your head and pressed your lips to his once more.

“I’m closer than you think.”

Before he could consider your admission too closely, you pulled away and slipped off the couch to kneel between his spread thighs. Those brown eyes went wide, big and disbelieving, as you unbuckled his belt.

“Whoa. Fuck, wait.” Eddie swallowed harshly as he swept his hair from his eyes and glanced down at you. A gentle hand fell to your cheek, urging you to meet his eyes as he blinked away the lust-fueled stupor. “You don’t have to… I mean, I don’t expect you to -“

“Eddie.” He paused, tongue darting out to wet his lips once more, as you cut him off mid-sentence. “You can say no. But I want to. Is that okay?”

Eddie was far from a blushing virgin. You’d heard the rumors, tales of just how talented he was - had even heard the stories of a few trysts from the man himself - but his hesitation gave you pause. However, before you could pull away, he assured you.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’d be - yeah. I’ve had sex. I’ve just… No one has ever… It’s usually a quick fuck and then back to whoever they’re supposed to be dating,” he confessed, pink tinging his cheeks as he hurried to explain himself. “Blowjobs aren’t usually the priority.”

Though you knew Eddie fairly well, enough to have been half-in love with him for a while, you knew his reputation. But to know that others had taken advantage of his desire to love and be loved in return, it made your chest ache. Despite his reputation for being a freak - for being scary, intimidating - you knew that he was a sweetheart who deserved more than he’d been given. And you wanted to show him that you were apply to make him a priority.

“I’d love to be the first, if you’ll let me.”

“Fuck.” Eddie shuddered, his chest heaved with a sharp breath, as he raked a hand through his hair and nodded. “Yeah,” he allowed, “yeah, please.”

Eddie leaned back into the cushions then, allowing himself to relax into the plush of the couch as you popped the button on his jeans. It was obvious just how much he was enjoying the attention - plain to see from the bulge in his jeans and the pink staining his cheeks and neck - and you couldn’t help but smile as you took in the sight of him.

“You’re so pretty, Eddie.” It was reverent, a breathless observation as you tugged at the denim and studied the slope of his nose - the curve of his jaw, the wild tangle of his hair - and you meant it wholeheartedly.

“Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere, princess.” He lifted his hips, allowing you to tug at the denim just enough to expose his boxers - cheeks flushing darker when you bit back a smile at the sight of the blue and white checkerboard pattern.

“Not flattery, just honesty. You’re distracting,” you admitted, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes as you began to palm at the bulge in his boxers. “But I wanna see how much prettier you are when you’re falling apart.”

“You’re killing me. Fuck.”

Deciding that he’d had enough teasing, you gave in to the desire and tugged at the final layer of material separating you. The moment you exposed him to the air, you both gasped - him at the sensation of cool air hitting blistering warm skin, you at the sight of him.

Without thought, you spit into your palm before allowing yourself to reach out and experimentally stroke his cock. Eddie groaned at the feeling, his head tipping back and his eyes fluttering shut, and you felt a surge of warmth wash over you. Each noise he made ran straight to your core, fanned the flames of the fire already beginning to burn out of control, and you shifted to allow yourself some relief before leaning in to lap at the bead of precum already beginning to form.

Another noise, this one louder, met your ears as a warm hand fell to your head. He was careful not to push, careful not to attempt to take control, as he sought to anchor himself to the moment but you wouldn’t have minded either way. And as you traced the vein running along the underside of his cock before taking the head between your lips, you could hear him swear beneath his breath.

Though you were tempted to prolong the pleasure, witness him falling apart piece by piece as you slowly worked him up, you were too worked up yourself to do more than take as much of him a you could into your mouth. You knew there would be time to experiment later - time to push yourself to take him all - so you focused on giving him the best experience you could in that moment.

It only took a few moments for his thighs to begin to flex beneath your touch, for his chest to heave and his noises of pleasure to grow louder. And though you could see the hint of embarrassment tinging his cheeks at beginning to fall apart so soon, you felt a surge of pride at your ability to rile him up so completely.

But before you could lift your head and urge him to come, assure him that it was alright, he spoke. “Fuck, princess. I don’t wanna come in your mouth.” Eddie urged you up, then, away from his cock as he attempted to catch his breath and pull himself back from the brink. “Wanna come with you. Can I fuck you?”

The blunt question warmed you from within, stole your breath and had you keening as you nodded eagerly. “Please.” A moan escaped your lips as he reached out to cup your cheek and pull you into a messy kiss that was an eager clash of tongue and teeth.

For a moment, you both lost yourselves in the kiss. Eddie groaned as your hand remained on his cock, fingers stroking slowly as you waited for him to gather himself, only for him to swear as he broke the kiss. “Shit. Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” he lamented, eyes falling shut. “Sorry. Wan’t exactly expecting,” he waved a hand, gesturing to your hand, “this.”

Luckily for the both of you, you still had a stash of condoms - given to you by Steve as a joke the last time you considered asking Eddie out - in your nightstand. “I do,” you revealed, giggling as his shoulders relaxed. “C’mon, pretty boy.”

As you stood, offering Eddie your hand, he groaned once more. “Is it your goal to kill me, princess? Because I think you might actually kill me.”

“What a way to go, though, hm?”

Eddie stood, quickly tugged his jeans up but left them unbuttoned, and followed close behind as you led him up the stairs, his hand warm in yours. You could feel his body heat radiating, could hear his shallow breathing as he attempted to even it out, and you were secretly satisfied to know that you had such an impact on him.

Even more, however, you were thrilled to know that you were only moments away from getting what you wanted.

With quick steps, you tugged him down the hall and into your bedroom, pulling the door shut behind you as you entered. Once inside, Eddie paused for a moment to take in the sight.

“You know, I was expecting a Tom Cruise poster,” he teased, laughing only slightly when instead he saw Nikki Sixx.

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for pretty, dark-haired metalheads.”

A smirk quirked his mouth as he tugged you close, hands falling to your waist as he dipped his head to capture your lips. The kiss was eager, uncoordinated and messy but breathtaking as his hands began to wander. Deft fingers flitted to the button of your jeans, and after a moment of hesitation, popped them open.

“If you want to stop, we can,” he reminded you, fingers ghosting along the sliver of skin just above your jeans. “We totally don’t have to do this.”

“You’re incredibly sweet, Eds.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hands drifting to his hair to tug at the curls as you met his gaze. “But if you don’t fuck me, I might cry and I don’t feel like crying tonight.”

Eddie grinned, glad you were as eager as he was, and hummed as his fingers began to drift lower. “Can’t have you crying on my watch, princess. ‘Less they’re good, ‘I totally fucked you stupid’ tears.”

“I mean, if you’re up to the challenge, then by all means.”

Though it might’ve been the wrong thing to say, a taunt you would later regret, he took the challenge for what it was worth. There was a determined glint in his eyes, a burning desire that tied your stomach in knots, and it was burned into your field of view as he pressed his mouth to yours once more.

For a moment, you weren’t certain which sensation to focus on as Eddie’s tongue licked at the seam of your lips and his fingers ghosted over the cotton of your panties. However, he drew your full, undivided attention as he nudged the fabric aside and swiped his fingers through your slick folds.

A hum of encouragement met your ears as Eddie coated his fingers in your slick, teasing for just a moment before he found the sensitive bundle of nerves. With his lips a fraction of an inch from yours, he asked, “This all from blowing me?”

It was incredulous, almost as if he couldn’t believe it, but you hummed. “Thought about it for ages. Reality was better.”

“Don’t think I’ll last long enough to return the favor right now,” he confessed, breath fanning across your lips as he rubbed lazy circles over the bundle of nerves, “but I’ve gotta taste you before tonight’s over. Got myself off so many times thinking about it, ‘bout you.”

Eddie grinned at the moan you released, at the way you sagged against him - unable to hold yourself entirely upright with the promise of him between your thighs, the thought of him touching himself to that image. “You sure you’re not trying to kill me?”

“What a way to go.” He lingered, just for a second, before Eddie pulled away and shushed your whine with a press of his mouth to yours. “I’m gonna come in my jeans if I don’t get inside you soon, princess. Promise to take my time with you later. Gonna give you everything you deserve, treat you right.”

“Ditto.” He laughed, amused and flattered in equal measure, as he began to tug at his clothes. Encouraged, you followed suit and, soon enough, a pile of garments littered your bedroom floor.

However, neither of you dwelled on the sight for long as you headed for the bed, stopping only to retrieve a foil packet from the bedside drawer.

Every dream encounter you shared with Eddie varied - sometimes he was soft, other times he manhandled you exactly the way you wanted; sometimes he was quick, others he teased for hours - but nothing lived up to the reality of having him climb into your bed after you.

This encounter would be quick and dirty, a desperate search for relief, but you knew that it was only the first of many. And, encouraged by the future that now seemed so clear, you reached out and tugged him into you.

Lithe arms braced themselves at either side of your head, tattoos stark against his pale skin, and you hummed as you decided you would someday spend as much time as he’d allow you committing them to memory. But that could wait. For now, you simply savored the weight of him above you and tangled your fingers in his hair as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Haven’t even gotten inside and I already can’t wait to do this again,” he confessed, dipping his head to nip at the hinge of your jaw. “And again. And again. I’m already ruined for you, princess.”

Before you could confess the same sentiment, admit your utter ruin at his hands, he pressed his hips forward and began to sink into you. The stretch was bearable, a tinge of discomfort completely overshadowed by the warmth of his skin against yours - the weight of his body pressed to yours, the nip of his teeth at your jaw - and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

Eddie stilled for a few long moments, hands stroking at whatever skin he could reach - your hips, your thighs, your stomach - as he breathed reverent nonsense. The words blurred, compliments and awed whispers of how good you felt, but it paled in comparison to the moan he released when you yanked at his curls and begged for him to finally move.

The pace he set was blistering, deep and quick and perfect, and you marveled at how right his touch felt. Every snap of his hips, every brush of his mouth against your skin, every whispered word of praise; it felt as if each was a puzzle piece, suddenly falling into place.

Though he took great care to ensure your pleasure, he made no attempt to treat you like a doll, like something that might shatter beneath his touch, and you were grateful for the heavy press of his hands to your skin as he pawed at your thighs. Almost immediately, you understood one another - both quickly fell into step beside one another - and you felt the flames he’d been fanning begin to grow out of control.

Heat engulfed you, body burning with every swipe of his fingers and snap of his hips, and it grew harder to draw your breath as his fingers found your clit. Eddie nipped at your jaw, breath fanning over your skin and sending goosebumps erupting, as he encouraged, “Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you.”

With anyone else, you might’ve been embarrassed at how quickly you barreled toward your release - at how eager you were to give in and come just because he asked - but this was Eddie. Anything he wanted, you would at least consider, and your body knew it well. So with a few swipes of his fingers and another snap of his hips, you barreled over the edge with a cry of his name.

Almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting for you, he followed suit. One, two, three snaps of his hips before he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came with a moan that you knew would play on a loop in your happiest of dreams.

For a few moments after, you both lay still - Eddie with his head buried in the crook of your neck, hands still stroking your heated skin; you, with your eyes shut and lips parted as you caught your breath, fingers raking through his curls. It was blissful, a moment you’d dreamt about, but the dream was interrupted by reality as discomfort began to set in.

When you began to squirm, Eddie quickly pulled away - pulled out and cooed when you whimpered at the loss - and tossed the used condom into the bin beside your bed before returning to lay beside you. He pulled you close, wrapped his arms around you and tugged you into his chest, and you both lay in silence for a long moment before he spoke.

“So, you wanna actually watch those movies now?”

With a laugh, you tipped your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Mm. Give me a minute. Gotta return to the land of the living first.”

“Take your time, princess. When you do, though, maybe you can return as my girlfriend.”

Eddie could almost certainly feel your smile, grin bright and happy as you hummed against his skin. “Yeah,” you agreed easily, not bothering to hide the giddiness you felt, “I think that can be arranged.”

Though it wasn’t how you pictured your evening, you knew it was better than anything you could’ve imagined. And, while Steve would be annoying, you couldn’t wait to venture back into the world with your boyfriend by your side.

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Author's Note: Take this away from me. I've been working on this forever but got stuck on the smut.

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tvgirllvr · 10 months

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yall asked for a part 3 … lmk ur thoughts on this one!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, praise kink, sub james potter, unprotected sex (wear a damn condom), oral sex (female receiving), degrading kink, and probably more lol

To your knowledge, the relationship between you and James Potter had been going smooth. You guys went from enemies to fuck buddies, and even though it really was just sex, there were other pros. You appreciated the way he would walk you to class on occasion and gave you a kiss on your cheek when nobody was looking. Who would have thought that the man you first perceived to be a cocky jock would end up giving you the best head in the books?

You started to question yourself about the true intentions of what you were doing. Yes, there was obviously the amazing sex, but were there other reasons as to why you continued to see him? You didn’t want to admit to yourself that there was a slight chance that you were starting to become fond of Potter. The most evident plan was to continue fooling around without confessing a single word. However, as you were set on putting this plan in action, a major roadblock came into place.

You’re in Slughorn’s class. You walk in and to your shock, you find some Hufflepuff hanging around you and James’ desk. Normally this wouldn’t get under your skin, however, once you see said girl take off his glasses and try them on, a rush of jealousy goes through your body. As you’re walking over to the desk you slam your books down and give the Hufflepuff girl a bitchy look. She reciprocates the look and walks away, but not before giving James a “friendly” push on his shoulder.

“Damn,” you heard James say under his breath.

“What’s that now?” You asked him in a very sarcastic manner.

“She wasn’t flirting.”

“I don’t believe that, and even if she was flirting, it doesn’t matter to me,” you lied.

“…Alright, still down to help me study later?”

“Yep,” you replied without making eye contact.

You could feel his eyes looking at your face as you stared down at your books. Why were you so jealous?

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It’s later that day in the Gryffindor common room. You’re surprised to see that nobody else is there studying too, it’s just you and James. You can feel James slowly starting to inch closer to you but since you’re pissed, you move away. He seems to notice and lets out a sigh.

“Gosh, I don’t understand any of this,” he says in reference to the potions being studied.

“Hm … maybe you should ask your Hufflepuff girlfriend to help you out since I’m not helping you enough,” you shot out.

Nice comeback.

“Damnit! Don’t you understand? She’s just some girl who may or may not be into me. Either way, I don’t care. She’s not the one I’m interested in.��

“Yeah alri - wait. What do you mean by that?” You asked, there’s a different girl he’s interested in?

“Um … I don’t know. Forget it,” he said, definitely hiding something. He pretended to suddenly be interested in the textbook in front of him. You couldn’t explain what you were feeling at that moment.

You two went back to studying. Once you guys finished the list of everything on the next exam you both closed the books and sighed. You gathered all your belongings and stood up to walk to your dorm. As you started walking away you heard James say something in a soft voice.

“You.”

“What?” You asked. What was he talking about?

“The girl. It’s you,” he was making direct eye contact with you, never breaking. His demeanor was turning you on. You paused for a while before answering.

“I don’t believe you,” was all you said.

“What do you mean?” He replied, he was baffled by your response. He thought he was obvious.

“I said: I don’t believe you. You need to prove it,” you stated with confidence.

“Wha - how?”

You sat back on the desk in front of James. You pushed all of his books to the side so there was plenty of room on the desk. You proceeded to spread your legs to reveal your white lace panties that gave James a perfect view of the growing wet spot on your cunt. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was now increased. He slowly lowered to the ground so he was on his knees, making his face level to your pussy. He was looking at you with the most adorable eyes ever.

“Can I?” He asked. God, who knew James Potter would be such a slut for eating pussy.

“Can you what?” You snarked back. You wanted him to say it.

He gripped his own thighs to try and distract himself from the growing boner he had. By the looks of it, it had to have been painful. However, he was more interested in making you cum on his face. He wanted it so bad.

“Please. Let me touch you. Only you. I want to taste you,” he rambled. He was so horny. You loved the way his brain would go a million miles per hour when he got too excited.

“Go ahead baby,” you told him, “prove it to me.”

He wasted no time in touching you. He bit one end of your panties and pulled it halfway down your thigh with his mouth. He did so with the other end as well, not breaking eye contact at all. As soon as they were off, he began examining your cunt. He was so turned on by how wet you are. He slowly began placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, a few on each, and slowly made his way to your clit.. Slowly kissing it, he ran his hands up and down your legs lightly. He found your inner thighs and spread them as open as they would go, then continued to explore your legs with just his fingertips.

“No teasing baby,” you pleaded, “if you want to make me happy, no teasing. No teas - ,” you were cut off by his instant change in pace. It took no time for him to get the hint. He went from slowly caressing your thighs to gripping them to keep his focus. You let out a stream of moans as you felt him take one hand that was resting on your left leg and place one finger inside you, pumping it in and out as he quickly flicked his tongue against your clit. You felt him place another finger inside and slightly curl it to where it was hitting your g-spot over, and over, and over again. As if that wasn’t enough, he doubled the speed at which his mouth was working on your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you repeated. You felt James moan in response, sending vibrations up and down your body. You were about to cum and he knew it. With your hands tangled in his hair, you felt him use his left hand to interlock it with your right. This, for some reason, was what pushed you over the edge.

“So fucking good. So fucking good. I’m cumming baby, fuck - ,” you rambled on and on until your high and reached its end. You pulled James off of your pussy and pulled him up to your level. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. You run one hand from his shoulder all the way down to his cock. He was still fully clothed.

“Take your shirt off,” you commanded him. You didn’t expect him to follow so fast. You kept your eyes on him as he removed his jumper revealing a white undershirt that fit his perfectly toned body. You watched as he loosened his belt, which you stopped.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” you teased, “that part is my job.” You stood up and pushed James down into a chair, the same chair you were studying in earlier. Soon enough your hands found his belt buckle and his boxers were pulled down enough to where his cock was free. He was so hard, precum leaking onto his stomach as his dick laid. You stood up, kissed James softly, then lowered your cunt onto him.

“Fuck!” He yelled. God he was so noisy.

“Shut up. You don’t want to wake everyone up, right James? How humiliating would that be? Everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for it,” you barked at him. He was so cute in that moment. His curls were sticking to his forehead, glasses fogging up from panting. His mouth was open slightly and he was struggling to not keep his eyes closed. You allowed him to hold your ass while you bounced up and down on him.

“Look at me baby,” you told him.

“Fuck, okay,” he replied very softly.

“You have a dirty mouth Potter. All you do is swear and eat me out, not that I’m complaining.”

You don’t know what it was but after that comment, you were able to tell he was about to cum soon. He began to release soft whimpers, trying to obey your demand of being quiet. His hands began to shake and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m going to cum. Please. I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” he begged. He was begging.

“Go ahead baby. You deserve it, you’re so good,” you praised him. With that comment, you felt his cum spill inside you as he released a moan into your shoulder, pulling you into what seemed like a hug.

You guys stayed like that for a minute. You eventually brought his face a few inches away from yours and kissed him. This was the first kiss where it didn’t seem sexual, but more comfortable. This kiss felt like James holding the door open for you or James offering to carry your books.

“James,” you whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“I’m glad I’m the girl.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut

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ruby-winchester24 · 1 year

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Kyle Broflovski headcanons!

[sfw+nsfw] (fem reader)

loves cuddling and i mean he LOVES it

will not let you go unless you ask to go to the bathroom or to the kitchen for a drink

he taught himself how to braid hair because he knows how you hate it in your face when you’re working

band nerds together 💋

he plays Trumpet or Tuba whichever he wants to play

extremely talented in school, he is the top in his class

he thinks it’s cute when you ask for help on your homework

is taking 3 college classes just this year, will graduate college when he graduates from high school

your his #1 fan at his basketball and baseball games

his heart melts when you wear his jersey

he loves taking photos of you out of nowhere. it doesn’t matter what is happening if he thinks you look good in that lighting he is taking out his phone

he always facetimes you before bed, and sometimes ask to sleep on call

he snores but not too loud you can definitely hear it when your next to him

hates when Cartman talks too you or any guy in fact

he hates Clyde because he knows you guys were taking before you and him got together

only except is Stan

you, Kyle, Stan and Wendy go in double dates sometimes, only if they are together in the moment

doesn’t hate pda but won’t make out with you in public

he will hold your hand, kiss your four head and whisper reassuring words to you if your feeling stressed

he will walk you to your classes then sprint to his class

loves when you wear his hoodies or shirts

his shirts are like dresses on you

he is 6’4

finds it so cute when you get on your top toes too grab something or look over someone

always puts his hands on your shoulders or waist when standing behind you

is extremely protective of you

he will fight anyone that shits on your name

if a guy makes a move on you then it’s over

he will verbally abuse that guy or if he really feels bitchy he will swing

loves too show you off to everyone

“who is that girl? she is really pretty”

“excuse me that’s my girlfriend please don’t look at her”

his dad automatically loved you when he first met you

his mom took a little bit to really except you but when he did she would do anything for you

you guys celebrate Hanukkah together

Ike teaches you the Dreidel song

Shelia loves too show you the photo albums

Kyle doesn’t mind the baby photos but he will go crazy if she shows off the pictures of him in middle school

Gerald always asks if Kyle is being nice to you just in case

Ike loves you also, he also has a crush on you but don’t tell Kyle!

Kyle has kinda picked up that Ike likes you

they will stare each other down

“dude you need to leave she doesn’t want to hang out with you!”

“shut up Kyle we all know i’m the better looking brother!”

“oh really?, hey Ike KICK THE BABY!”

he loves when you play with him or just hang out watching Terrence and Phillip

Kyle sees you as his future wife

he wants too give you the world

he calls you Mrs. Broflovski

he is your personal uber driver

absolutely LOVES taking you out on fancy dates because he loves to see you all dressed up

“aww baby you look so good!”

he finds your perfume heavenly

will always find a reason too be next too you

he was so scared when you told him you had your period for the first time

went on a google deep dive on how to take care of periods and how they really happen

was a little grossed out at first but realized you were in pain

always has a heating pack around for you

will give you all the snuggles and kisses in the world

will do anything for you if you needed it

“are you feeling any better baby?”

“not really can you rub my back?”

“of course, i love you”

“i love you too”

NSFW!!

loves the feeling of your skin on his, will ask to cuddle naked all the time

low key asked Kenny for advice

love’s praising you

“god baby your so beautiful”

“you’re such a good girl”

“you’re all mine”

was horrified of hurting you when you first had s*x

took a lot of convincing for him too smack your ass or go harder

loves the noises you make, goes crazy for you’re whimpers

will look into your eyes

he loves bondage not crazy but he likes your hands bonded

orgasm control!!!

he loves when you beg

loves when you melt into his touch

he loves to pleasure you, he finds pleasure in it for himself

love love LOVES your boobs

he will always make you cûm before he does he wants you to be satisfied

he loves to overstimulate you, he finds it so attractive when your a mumbling mess

7 1/2 inches

his body is slim but has definition, he has great biceps and quads

his ass is great also

his hands are HUGE

he surprisingly lasts a long time, 16 minutes on average

always a second round or if not then he will go down on you after

has crazy stamina

you were his first time

loves to kiss your face in missionary and pinch your nipples

AFTERCARE GOD!

will cuddle you for hours to make sure you are ok

will clean up later, only you matter in the moment

will get you water and tell you how amazing you were

will rub your back and kiss you so so much

he likes to say making love instead of s*x because he sees it as more then that. it’s so important too him

#kyle broflovski #south park #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park headcanons

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atsadi-shenanigans · 4 months

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Valentine's Day Special

I did it! I got it finished! As a thank you to everyone who has given kudos and comments, and because Valentine's Day is coming up, here's a smuterific one-shot featuring: pegging, butt stuff, Astarion having feelings, Eleanor has dom tendencies she didn't know about, and Astarion getting nice things!

Rated a very, very E for smut.

Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah I’d like to fuck you.

Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he won’t forget.

“Legs up,” he says. “Pull your knees up. Better leverage.” You do. He leans back, bracing his hands on your knees. Moving himself so you hit his sweet spot ruthlessly. Another peek at you, pleasure painted over every line of his body. “Fuck me, Eleanor.”

The inn is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Two stories, shutters closed against the torrent, lantern light turning puddles and muddy streets golden.

You’re going to cry. Not that anyone will be able to tell in this storm. Poor Karlach has been hidden in a cloud of steam since the downpour began.

“Gods, I’m not taking another step unless it’s towards the front door of that inn,” Astarion says, voice pitched firmly into bitchy. “I am not slogging through one more minute of this filth.”

Filth being the inches-deep trough of mud the road has turned into. Y’all are coated up to the knees.

“A warm bed and a warmer bath would be nice,” Wyll says. And if Mr. Of-the-Frontiers “I’m used to sleeping on rocks” is saying that, you know everyone is thinking it.

“Fuck,” you say. Eloquent as ever. “We got gold, right?”

“Plenty,” Gale says. His hair keeps sliding over his face in rivulets of water. He looks like a sad, wet cat.

“Hope they got rooms.”

They have, in fact, got a packed-ass seating area, a handful of alcove bunks in a common area upstairs, and a single, small room with a modest bed (other travelers had the same idea when the storm hit).

Y’all’ve had a helluva day. Chasing down leads to some sort of bullshit or another. Half of y’all ain’t even here (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Halsin, and y’all’s new friends had split off to go hunt down something else).

Which meant when y’all triggered a bunch of undead critters in the shitpile of some tomb, y’all had to do a lot more work to clean up. Astarion took the brunt of it after the two of you (again) got separated from the others.

He stands there, hair plastered to his skull, not an ounce of pink in his complexion (and looking grayer than usual). That’s when the idea comes to you.

“Y’all mind if me and Astarion take the room?” you say.

Ain’t no way to be subtle about it. They all know what you two are about. Especially since that goddamn newspaper came out (it wasn’t neither of y’all’s fault the fucking graveyard grounds keeper was a nosy sunuvabitch who both took his job way too seriously, and took off sprinting to the Faerun equivalent of a tabloid newspaper after catching a glimpse of you.) (You’d finished by then, which was probably the only reason Astarion hadn’t run him down and shut him up.)

They’ve known you two were a couple for a long while. They’d assumed you two had been physical for longer than you actually had been.

“Really?” Karlach says, still steaming. “After all this?”

Astarion says nothing, though his eyebrows quirk in mild interest. The bags under his eyes are more prominent, the color almost bruise purple. His eyes are duller. He looks more corpserific than he has in a while.

You started it, he seems to say. So you finish it.

“I just wanna take a bath and lay in bed, and all my clothes gotta dry,” you say. “We both’ve seen each other naked.”

Clever mischief glints in Wyll’s eye. He’s the most solid out of all of you’uns. The one with the most rigorous sense of morality. Usually plays the straight-laced folk hero.

But the man’s damned charming, and his genial good will hides a wicked sense of humor.

“All the bunks have privacy screens,” he says. “We’ll all be drying out our belongings.”

Gale says nothing. Just stares into the middle distance as he hikes up a section of robe to wring about a liter of water out.

Wyll makes a show out of checking out the common room and y’all’s fellow travelers. “In fact, I see other couples doing just that.”

“I’m not saying we’re gonna fuck, but if we do, you really wanna sleep right next to that?”

Wyll snorts and waves a hand, smiling. “On second thought, I think I’ll pass.”

Karlach pulls a face. “In public?”

“Y’all said they got privacy screens. And you didn’t have no problem walking around tits out during that heatwave.”

“Which beds did we get?” Gale cuts in. He used up even his much-improved magic capacity trying to get you and Astarion out of that fucking trap sinkhole. He can’t even do his presto-tation cleaning spell to dry himself off.

So you end up taking the key and heading upstairs, Astarion trailing after you.

Bath water is something you gotta pay for, in Faerun. The tub’s in the room, and you’re free to haul up however many buckets from the well outside yourself. But that’s a lot of buckets to drag up a flight of stairs, and the inn keep don’t let customers heat it up over the fire themselves.

So a good hour after you and Astarion settle in, you finally got a bath drawn and steaming.

“You go first,” you say.

Astarion sits on the bed in nothing but his drawers, wrapped in a blanket. He don’t get hypothermia—undead and all—but he does get real achy in the cold.

He gives you a small, tired smile, and lets the blanket (and his drawers) slide down.

You still ain’t super used to seeing a cock all bare. Not more than what your occasional forays into porn showed—so mostly just the part not currently buried in somebody. It hangs more forward than you thought it would. Also smaller than you thought it’d be (again, porn and both unrealistic standards, and flaccid ones are smaller).

You make yourself look away. But not before Astarion—ever alert and enough of a bastard to make that your problem—notices.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Where once that line would have been pure, silken debauchery, his voice is calmer when he’s alone with you, now. Still carries a flirty lilt (he always does with everyone), but with less performance woven through it.

“Just curious,” you say. “And I like watching you—not creepily, I mean. Anyway, if you want a bath and then the bed—for sleeping only—I’m down for that.”

“Mmm,” he says. Steps into the water and hisses. He eases himself down slow. Finally sits and all but melts against the wedge of the wooden tub, eyes closed and head tilted back. “Yet you requested this little love nest for us. And that cunning mind of yours always has at least three ideas fluttering around.

Said with a wiggle of his fingers around his temple.

He’s got a long neck. Stretched out like that, his adam’s apple stands out. As do his bite scars.

“We really can just sleep,” you say.

Now he cracks one, red eye open. Tilts his head to better peer over at you. Swirls his hand in the water as he waits for an answer.

He’s being patient with you. Says you’re patient with him, but you can count on three fingers all the people you ever actually wanted to bed, and none of them ever got that far. It’s not an ordeal for you to wait. You don’t have any expectations for him in that department (which you suspect had been a huge relief for him, and one of the reasons y’all’ve worked out).

He does so much for you. He’s helped you work through hangups you didn’t even know you had. He’s saved your ass more times than you can count, directly and not.

“If you wanted,” you start slow. “And you can say no at any point. But, if you wanted, I thought we could take a night and I could learn, um. We could learn what you like better. Just you. Or, well, me focusing on you.”

His idle finger twirling stops. He stills, both eyes open now and fixed on you. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then his lips part. His words stutter and he frowns. Then, “You want to give me pleasure.”

Every word slow and enunciated. Not…trepidation, exactly. And not quite disbelieving. He trusts you, he’d said. He’s just verifying for the sake of both’ve you.

“I’m curious,” you repeat, so deliberate and nonchalant it’s borderline teasing.

“Pleasure me how?” Astarion says. Once again, flicking at the bathwater.

Aaand the rest on AO3 so tumblr doesn't slap me.

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vrisrezis · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you're having a nice night or day. May I request the bnha class 1-a characters you write for + the types of people they'd hate to be around? Basically just the people they can't stand, whether it's platonically or romantically. Thank you!

(Some manga spoilers in shoji and aoyamas part)

Izuku can stand mean people, if the treatment he received from kacchan for so long is anything to go by. But you’d have to be a special kind of mean, the kinda mean that doesn’t come from a place of some form of mistreatment, or some inferiority complex, or even because you just don’t know any better. He cannot stand people that will just pick on others for the sake of it. In his eyes, kacchan is a good person, even if he was a bit cruel in his younger days. But he hates a person that’s clearly terrible, through and through, and there’s no true reason behind it, you’re just straight up terrible. Like a comic book villain with no character depth, just straight up, no morales, just a terrible human being.

Kacchan can’t stand people he sees as weak. As he grows, his idea of weak changes. Nowadays, he can’t stand somebody who talks big and then cowers when it comes to a fight, or has the audacity to look down on others when they’re as pathetic as a koalas entire fucking existence is. (I fucking hate koalas holy shit.) Hes no stranger to putting up a front for other people, but he’s still real about who he is and he hates anyone that plays pretend for the world. He does not hide behind a facade, even if he can’t be honest about how he feels, even if he has to act tough, he’s not a liar about who he truly is and what his ideals are. He hates somebody that is too ashamed of themselves to be honest about who they truly are. Because to him, that’s fear. And to him, letting fear control you like that, to that point, is weakness.

Shoto can’t stand people that are inconsiderate and selfish. The reason he adores his class so much is because he sees the good in everyone, their kindness, their selflessness, how considerate they are of eachother, even bakugou is in his own way. But somebody that simply doesn’t care for anyone but themselves reminds him all too well about why his family fell apart to begin with, because his father was selfish and far too focused on himself and what he wanted. If you tend to be selfish but show remorse for it, and are trying to be better, he wouldn’t mind you so much. He minds people that are unapologetically selfish and simply don’t care for others. To him, it’s a dangerous trait for anyone to have.

Ejirou hates anyone that isn’t an honest person, compulsive liars annoy him and he can’t stand being around somebody he can’t trust. Ejirou is an honest guy, and is pretty much an open book. So he doesn’t understand how people could ever pride themselves in being fake. It’s completely foreign to him and he’ll never understand. He doesn’t mind small lies, and it’s not like he’s gonna deny lies all together but he can’t trust somebody who consistently lies about things. Important things or even things that don’t matter, if it’s constant he doesn’t like it, simply put.

Denki hates being around people that are overly snobby. He really can’t stand being around overly confident rich kids (bakugou doesn’t count because he isn’t snobby lol). It’s not like he minds his rich friends, he likes em! Maybe he’s a little jealous but that’s all! But he really can’t stand somebody snobby and judge-mental just because people happen to have less than you or whatever the reason may be for your bitchiness. He doesn’t mind somebody that’s bitchy, he deals with bakugou on a everyday basis. However, he does mind somebody that’s bitchy just because they happen to be rich and often brag about the money they have.

Sero cannot stand people that prey on the weak in order to make themselves feel better. How pathetic do you have to be? Honestly, nothing makes him more angry and it’s partially why he wants to be a pro hero so much. He wants to protect others from the likes of people that abuse their power and pick on those in weaker positions. He wants to be a person high in power, but for the good reasons. He would despise bakugou in junior high, but at the same time he is all for people changing and becoming better people. Seeing you first hand be a shit person to the “weak” would seriously piss him off.

Ochako hates people that simply revel in hatred, who enjoy it. She thinks it’s sad, people like that probably don’t have much going for them and don’t have much to enjoy in life if they enjoy hating others and others hating them. While she may sympathize with you she still can’t stand you, and everything it is you stand for. She can’t be around somebody that brings drama everywhere they go and is always itching for a fight, or to hurt other peoples feelings. It’s so attention seeking it’s embarrassing. If she didn’t feel so bad for you, she’d tell you off a lot more.

Mina can’t find it in her to hate most people, but she will say she cannot stand people that are… well… sadistic. Even in a sexual manner and even if it’s a consensual thing she just… hates it. Like way more than the average person. She thinks you’re horrible.. so HORRIBLE for enjoying peoples suffering and while that’s how most people would feel she has a special hatred for people like that and it makes her stomach turn and it makes her feel so unpleasant, even if it’s just bullying and poking fun, if you enjoy doing that so much, for the sake of just seeing somebody cry it sickens her.

Momo can’t stand people with next to no manners. The kinda people that would pick their nose in a public space, those kinda people just disgust her. A lot more petty than everyone else on this list but she was raised a certain way and she just can’t believe that some people aren’t the same? Most people on this list would find it gross but not enough to hate them, but momo finds herself really being unable to be your friend because who does that so openly? She doesn’t even hate bakugou like that, and he’s rude as hell. She doesn’t even mind him that much but even she can get annoyed with some of the conversations she overhears him have. She’s not a snob or anything, she just values politeness a lot.

Jirou can’t stand people that make fun of people for their interests. A personal thing she’s always hated, she used to always get made fun of for wanting to be a pro, whilst having a passion for music. It’s caused her to have some issues with it herself, so she just hates anyone that makes fun of people for enjoying something they love. They’re not doing anything wrong! It’s not a crime to have a hobby. She understands criticisms of different things people enjoy, but shitting on somebody for their interests isn’t rocking at all, in her opinion.

Tsu can’t stand people that don’t listen. If it’s an accident, she can get over it cause she knows it’s not their fault, but if it’s because you clearly don’t care and it’s on purpose it can be upsetting because it’s clear you don’t care about how she feels or what she has to say. This is a pretty standard thing to hate in a person, but she hates it especially. She hates being ignored in general, so this is a bit more than just a pet peeve and she’s not against dropping you rather quickly over it either.

Tokoyami can’t stand people that act kind but secretly are just snobby assholes. The audacity you have to act like you care for others, when in reality you’re simply using them for your own benefit. The audacity you have to act kind, and when somebody realizes it? You act like a victim? Truly annoying. He hates people like that and he’s not one to shy away from calling you out on that shit either. He can never get over it, how can somebody be like that? The hawks situation, with twice really eats him up inside. Somebody he idolized so much, could he really be like that. Could he? Was he just pretending to be a carefree bird, or was he just so carefree he didn’t even care if he murdered a man? Things like this keep him up at night.

Shoji hates people that discriminate against others. Of course, everyone on this list does but naturally he has a special distain for it, as somebody that’s been hurt and discriminated against for his appearance. He will hold a special hatred for you, especially if you’re in UA with him. How could somebody aim to be a hero but be … like that?

Aoyama would hate somebody with villainous traits to them. Perhaps it’s because it reminds him of who he is. That he’s no better than a villain himself. Even if this wasn’t something he desired. He can’t stand being around people that use and abuse others. It just upsets him to his very core.

iida hates people that seek vengeance. It’s obvious why. He hates those that are vengeful, constantly looking for fights, even for the sake of others. It’s even worse if you’re being self righteous about it. It just reminds him of what he thinks is the worst mistake he ever made. He sees himself. He hates it so much it hurts to describe. So he finds himself constantly trying to change you, fix you. He knows it’s wrong though, you are who you are. He just happens to hate who you are.

Ojirou is a chill guy, you’ll find it’s very hard for him to hate people. But he hates people that are just… annoying. You’d have to be a special kinda annoying. The type to be overly two faced and talking shit about everyone you meet. Like a middle schooler. It’s just so tiring and draining to be around somebody so negative and he can’t stand it. But what he hates even more is that he’s acting like what he hates too. Because at the end of the day he acts nice, when he secretly hates your guts.

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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Part one / Part Two / The Entire Fic on A03

There’s a part of Steve that is extremely cheeky.

Not nasty, not anymore, but at his core there exists a bitchiness Robin has playfully titled his inner “mean girl.” It's this part of him that has him swinging by the corner store, picking up a small bouquet of flowers and a cheap plastic heart full of candy on his way to Wheeler’s.

Because if there is one known truth in this universe, it's that Steve Harrington knows how to show a date a good time. A truth he will not be caught lacking in, no matter how fake it is.

And maybe, for a few personal reasons known only to himself--and Robin.

(Three months, seven days and one hour before the fateful "date" Steve had turned to face Robin in Family Video and announced "I don't have a crush on Eddie Munson."

Robin had quirked an eyebrow at him. "Of course, dingus. You just did your entire flirting routine, complete with offering to show him how to throw an ax, as practice."

Steve nodded frantically. "Exactly Robs! As practice! For the ladies!")

This is the kind of teasing he instinctively knows Munson can take, in the same way he's always known what his potential dates like and dislike.

He's not psychic, not like El is, but Steve can read people better than he could read books. He knows how to treat people right.

Steve personally doesn't see it as a “gift” as so many have loved to call it. Being nice to people definitely isn't one.

Nancy, bless her, once argued that it was more that he was observant. Clued into body language and thrown away words that other people ignored.

That line of thinking had gotten a little too close to Steve's upbringing for his own comfort, and he'd gently steered it away from that--only for Nancy to call him out on that too, three days later.

"I'm not saying you should be in the debate club, I'm just saying you'd excel at it!" She told him and for all the love he had for Nancy Wheeler, it was days like that which had made Steve happy she was with Jonathan.

Nancy was a shooting star, a girl on fire, someone who had her eyes set on goals and took care of those around her by doing evening she could to help you achieve your own.

The problem, Steve decided, two long years after their relationship ended, was what happened if you didn't have a goal. Because then, Nancy would try and give you one.

A fact that not even moving to California could save Jonathan from.

('All the power to you dude.” Steve told him during their last awkward conversation.

Jonathan had given him a knowing, tight smile, and only broke it when Steve finally gave him a hug.

The two of them never quite knew where they stood with one another, other than together. Steve wasn't sure if they'd ever be friends, but trauma buddies sounded dumb and he didn't know what else to call them.

El had smirked knowingly and said “family” after Jonathan had moved on to hug Mike, and Steve had rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at her.

Didn’t tell her that she was right.)

Point being, flowers and chocolate may break Munson’s brain, but the guy wouldn’t be decking Steve over it.

If anything, this was the kind of shenanigans Eddie himself would pull and so, adorned in his dating jeans and one of his nicer, maroon sweaters with his hair perfectly done, Steve swept through the Wheeler’s basement door ready to knock one Eddie Munson’s socks off.

Harrington style.

Ignoring Dustin's loud "Steve, you're late!" and whatever bitchy sentence Mike was trying to spit out around a mouthful of chips, Steve beelines immediately to Munson.

"For you.” He purrs, holding out the flowers and chocolate with a flourish.

Eddie, who had one sneakered foot up on the table, looking like he’d been about to spit out something haughty, froze entirely.

Like Bambi in headlights.

(Five months, two hours, and seven minutes until the date, and Steve Harrington watched Eddie Munson handle the kids--Steve’s kids!--flawlessly.

He’d heard three of them had joined Hellfire. Connected “Eddie the Banished” to Eddie Munson, local freak and drug dealer extraordinaire.

Had his rants and threats about drugs, and then followed it all up with a very series ‘If you dorks smoke weed and cannot drive, or pedal, or fucking fly home, call me.’

Informed Max she could be offended all she liked but yes, he really was going to include her in this. Steve wasn’t an idiot. Sooner or later she’d end up around Munson too, if the boys were hanging out with him.

Then made one good go at catching Munson, planning on telling him he’d be getting an up close and personal visit with Steve’s nailbat should Steve ever find one of his kids high on anything stronger than weed-- only to instead come upon the dipshits fighting.

A rare one, because all three were facing off in a dramatic, angry triangle. Dustin’s arms were crossed, Lucas’s shoulders up to his ears, and Mike with a thunderous expression, all of which screamed trouble.

Steve knew them. Knew without Will or El to calm the three down, they’d blow. That there was but scant seconds before the yelling started, and he’d better move his ass before this became an entire week of hurt feelings and long nights on the phone mediating.

Eddie beat him there.

The guy just--leapt. Like a fucking lemur, into their anger-triangle, and with a voice of authority Steve had never heard him use, spat a handful of words that sounded like what Shakespeare would have written if he’d been the one to tell the hobbits-and-elves story.

Steve paused, curious. Would the brats eat him alive? Turn on him as one?

Perhaps they’d just go full feral today and take a bite out of Munson’s shoulder. Steve, still haunted by thoughts of Dustin high on acid, would absolutely allow it.

Except, Eddie wasn’t torn apart. Except he was now speaking softer, a lot kinder, and the kids were creeping closer to both him and each other.

Dustin had dipped down his cap, Lucas hanging his head but the craziest thing of all?

A loud and clear apology from one Michael Wheeler, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks.

More apologies were traded, with Eddie clapping them on the back after. The whole thing was adorable, and suddenly Steve knew exactly why women swooned over a man who was good with kids.

Steve wasn’t sure if it was the dopey grin he abruptly realized had crawled onto his face, or the fact that Eddie bossing around a bunch of baby-teen hanger-ons had had him practically fainting in the parking lot but either way, he caught it and he shut it down.

Firmly.

Even if Munson kept playfully trying to bat Dustin’s hat off his head, making the younger shriek and duck.)

"Are you serious?" Mike deadpans in the following silence to Steve’s little spectacle.

"About a date? Always." Steve scoffs playfully. "I have a reputation to keep, Michael."

Lucas blinks rapidly at that, and even Dustin seems lost for words for a moment, mouth gaping like a fish.

"Eddie's a guy, Steve." Mike points out, as if by some chance he simply hadn't noticed.

"And?" Steve challenges back. "That doesn't mean he deserves any less than the Harringron best."

With that he shot a wink to Eddie, before gently setting the flowers and chocolate in front of him.

Judging by the flabbergasted look on his face, Eddie wasn't going to be taking them from Steve anytime soon.

"Maybe if you ask nicely, Eddie will even share his chocolate with you." Steve continues as he sat himself down in the open seat between Eddie and Dustin, as a way to get things back on track.

(Two months, seven days and six hours before the date, Steve sat on the floor of the bathroom after closing the store, head in his hands. "Oh my god, is Eddie Munson my bisexual awakening?"

"Could have been worse." Robin informed him, Twizzler in her mouth, knees touching Steve's. "At least he doesn't sound like a Muppet."

"Kinda looks like he could pass for one though." She added, and laughed when Steve groaned and swatted at her.)

This, he decides, is good for the kids.

Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, it will at least show them that dating someone of your own gender isn’t some terrible thing. An idea he wants firmly planted in their thick, teenage skulls, preferably before Will puts two and two together about what those long, pining looks about Mike meant.

Thankfully the prospect of free candy did exactly what Steve predicted and Munson immediately found himself the target of three pairs of teenage eyes, all craving sugar with the same single minded determination of a seagull.

“Children.” Munson warns, far too late.

He ends up having to shout that he will share only if they stop talking when the inevitable explosion of begging hits, the end of which he turns to find Steve grinning at him.

"I'll get you for this one, Harrington.” Eddie says darkly before opening his chocolate and offering it up to the wolves.

(One month exactly before the date and Robin is shaking her head at him, body shaking in laughter.

“Dating as many girls as you can isn’t going to erase the fact you got drunk and announced you wanted to suck Eddie’s dick, Steve.”

“Shut up Robs.” Steve hissed, crossing out Rachel’s phone number so hard it tore the paper. “It was just the concussion.”

”Which one?” Robin asked playfully, tapping her chin. “Or maybe they all do different things. Like, the Russian incident makes you stare at Munson’s ass, and the plate one makes you wonder how his hair smells--”

“Shut up, Robs!”)

'Now Henderson here insists I don't have to walk you through creating a character sheet. Is he right?" Eddie says, determinedly plowing ahead.

Steve hums an affirmative, simply holding out his hand.

Dustin immediately slides a piece of paper over, talking before Eddie could even start piecing together an insult.

"It's the same guy you played before. I even added the loot from the one shot you played with me and Erica, since it puts you closer to where the party's characters are."

Steve glances it all over, nodding.

"Do you have dice?" Eddie asks, and even to Steve's notoriously bad hearing, the exasperation sounds forced.

Looking dead into Munson's face, Steve smiles and flicks his hand.

Once, twice.

On the third go, yellow dice appear between each finger.

Dustin gasps as Lucas and Mike both let out a loud "Whoa!"

"You never told us you could do magic!" Dustin howls, sounding almost betrayed.

Steve answers without looking, eyes still locked with Eddie's. "I only trot it out for special occasions."

Lucas and Mike gag in unison. It only adds to the smile on Steve's face.

"You're missing three dice." Eddie tells him and his voice is flat but the blush creeping across his cheeks rats him out.

Steve just does the same trick with his other hand, a smug little grin on his face.

"Okay you're showing me how to do that.” Lucas announces.

"If you want." Steve tells him, dropping the dice on top of his character sheet. "I’ll show you later. I've got all the goods, Munson. We ready to roll?"

"Don't rush the DM, Steve." Eddie snips, flicking his own papers out from behind his cardboard shield. "The oneshot we're playing is Battlehill.”

The kids groan immediately, all three talking at once. Something about how the one shot was unfair and someone named Gareth had warned them about it.

Steve just leans over while they were distracted with their moaning, to quietly whisper "I'll make sure to go nice and slow for you then.”

(Two weeks before the date, Steve is glaring at his soulmate. “Hey Robs, when you’re done gloating, could you please help me figure out a way to figure out if Eddie actually likes men?"

"That's not the question you should be asking.” Robin says, making no effort to remove the giant grin from her face. She’d been after Steve to admit defeat since he’d slipped up that one time while drunk and yeah, okay, Steve can finally happily admit that he’s bisexual.

Not might be, not may be, but is.

“No?” He asks, confused.

“No.” Robin repeats, the giggles finally easing out of her voice. “You should be asking how you're going to get his attention.”)

“No. No, stop it, you are not seducing my dungeon master, Steve!" Mike shouts, slamming a hand on the table.

Whoops, maybe he’d spoken a bit louder than he thought.

“Eddie!” Mike whines desperately, shooting a glance towards the metalhead and Steve internally celebrates his victory when Munson not only doesn’t criticize Steve, but instead just claps his hands.

“Everyone shut up, we’re starting.” He calls. “Your party wakes up on the bottom of a hill, with no recollection of how you got there…”

Steve settles in, because this is part of the plan he and Robin had come up with.

He’d been given a chance to give Eddie his perfect date, as over the top as Steve wanted it to be, and he wasn’t holding back.

The real trick was going to be convincing Munson the entire thing was real.

(One hour and two minutes after Eddie Munson bought a date with him, Steve paced across his kitchen floor, phone tucked against his shoulder.

“If anyone can pull off a real date inside a fake one, it’s you.” Robin told him, after hearing the entire story--twice.

“I know, I’m just--” Steve ran his hands through his hair, frown slashing across his face. “I like him, Robs.”

This at least, sobered his best friend. “I know.” She told him, voice gentle. “And you’re gonna get him. We just have to plan it out!” )

xXx Eddie xXx

Eddie had exactly two expectations going into this mess.

One: Steve had no idea how to play D&D, and thus would have to be babied throughout the game.

And two: Playing with Steve would be like playing with a particularly stubborn brick wall.

It’s not that Eddie expected his players to go over the top. Do voices like he does or even get into as hard as he does--but well.

He’s only played a handful of games where people who didn’t enjoy it, and to say they made it a less pleasant experience for everyone else would be a vast understatement.

So color him surprised when Harrington actually engages in the game. Was creative about it, even with Eddie on the defensive with all the weird amounts of flirting.

“A man in the woods once told me my greatest enemy is myself.” Steve says, staring at the minifigure spread out in front of him. “I immediately ran into a wall and knocked myself out to prove I am stronger. If I can defeat myself, I can definitely defeat a dragon.” He delivers his lines not quite in a character voice, but with the same self-assuredness his Barbarian character has.

He looks up, a serious expression on his face. “I say we fight.”

The kids immediately burst into laughter, and Steve grins widely as Mike fights to get himself back under control.

“Sorry, did no one tell you?” Dustin asks, after watching Eddie’s own shocked laugh get away from him. “Steve’s funny.”

“Funny isn’t the word I’d use.” Mike bitches, but he’s still giggling, making his point moot.

“Don’t tell him that!” Steve gasps in fake-outrage. “We are on a date, let him find out naturally!”

The joke cuts Eddie’s laughter right off, as all three freshmen groan dramatically.

"Steve, we didn't buy you so you could be gross with Eddie for the whole day.' Mike complains, likely thinking that Eddie's frozen hands were because he was upset, rather than that he was desperately scrambling to get his brain back in working order.

“Technically, Eddie is the one who purchased me." Steve counters, jerking a thumb in his direction. “He gets to decide what we do.”

“We gave him most of the money!” Dustin protests, while Lucas promptly looks anywhere but at Steve.

Harrington’s head turns and once again Eddie finds himself on the receiving end of a look that he’s seen aimed at countless girls over the years. Low-lidded eyes and a cocky little smile, all pointed directly into Eddie’s soul.

It doesn’t make sense. Why Harrington keeps up with this act, why he hasn’t dropped the date angle.

Yeah, sure the flowers and chocolate were amusing, but the “we’re on a date” thing hasn’t stopped.

"Steve, I am on my knees, literally begging for you to stop saying it like that." Dustin groans, putting his head in his hands.

Which frankly is the stupidest thing he could have said because Eddie himself can come up with multiple ways to run off with that little sentence starting with the words “on my knees.”

Steve, apparently is on the same wavelength because he laughs once, quick and sharp, before saying; “Don’t leave me openings like that Henderson, you’ll hear a lot more things than you’ll ever want to.”

Mike makes a vomiting sound, and Lucas pats his back sympathetically.

For a moment Steve drops the charm to send Eddie a hell of a smile and oh, fuck.

Suddenly, the entire game Steve's playing makes sense

It's a bit.

A game, a fake thing he's doing to piss off the kids and a part of it hurts, being flirted like that by his long-time crush, the rest of him is too thrilled to care.

This is the kind of thing Eddie was made for.

If he's down to play, Eddie absolutely is.

"Stop taunting the merchandise." Eddie calls, regaining his voice as he finishes rolling his dice. "I need Harrington in top shape for what I have planned tonight!"

Gives his typical grin but secretly checks to see how Steve takes that one.

Knows that he's switching from defensive to offensive here, and that joke may very well have been across whatever line Steve had for this.

The answer is very, very well.

"You heard the man. He has special plans he needs me in top shape for.” Steve wiggles his eyebrows, and Eddie can't stop the delighted laugh that erupts out of him.

Dustin gags so hard he starts coughing.

“Now, Sir Swearington,” Eddie says, cupping his chin in his hand. “Are you sure you want to use your big boy muscles to fight that dragon?

Now Mike and Dustin are both gagging, and Lucas is turning a lovely shade of green.

Steve sits back against his chair. “Indeed I do.”

(It goes like that for the next two hours of the game.

Turns out Steve’s banter game is just as on point as his humor.)

xXx

“Harrington, what do you do?”

“I walk over, and wrap one of my fingers around her curls--”

And then fucking Steve does just that. Reaches over, gently running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. Wraps a finger around a singular strand of curls.

“I tug on them and ask if she’s sure this is how she wants to do things.”

He gives a sharp tug on the hair he has trapped around his own finger, and it took everything in Eddie not to gasp aloud.

Steve hadn’t pulled gently. No, no that was a a fucking--a sex tug! Straight up hair pulling that paired so fucking well with that smug grin on Harrington’s face and oh god, Eddie could feel how hot his face just got.

It takes everything in him to keep his voice steady. “She stabs you in the gut.”

Steve drops the strand of hair with a gentle shrug. “Worth a shot.” He says.

Eddie doesn't know where all the air in his lungs just went, but he’s trying very hard to be smooth about getting it back.

The kids thankfully, are howling with laughter, taunting Steve about him “learning his lesson.” Are so focused on how hilarious the whole thing is they don’t seem to catch Eddie's struggle to get his breathing under control, his heart a wild thing in his chest.

‘It’s just a bit, man.’ He tells himself, over and over but even as Steve playfully argues with Mike and Lucas about something, he keeps sending little glances Eddie’s way.

Like he knows, even if the brats don’t.

God, Eddie doesn’t know if he’s going to survive this game.

#fake dating to real dating #steddie #eddie bought a date with steve #and GOT a date with steve #bi-panic #gay panic #steve harrington #eddie munson #found family #the party #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #mike is one of steves kids #hes just sassy #steve plays d&d #0o0 fanfics #stranger things fanfic

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evren-sadwrn · 5 months

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POV: you’re vincent’s younger sibling

this is me projecting onto vincent bc im the older sibling sorry i just be projecting onto bitchy men :(

ʚ♡ɞ

You’re like several years younger than him

Sure, sometimes it’s all good and sweet

Because who doesn’t want to live in Paris, rent free?

But like—

Why is he like this?

Vincent’s a good older brother, you wouldn’t change him for any other

Considering all the shit you two went through

Basically bonded through shared experiences with…. your parents

But that’s in the past now

You sometimes wonder how Vincent manages to eat sweets literally everyday and not get acne

But you’re different for some reason?

I mean, come on— you two come from the same damn womb

And yet when you bite into cake suddenly your skin’s all fucked up

Sometimes you wished you did share most of the genes as him

Even if he lightly bullies you for being the younger one

“Why do you look like that?” He asks you, quite literally eyeing you up and down with sheer disgust

“I’m sorry?” You reply back with

“You better be sorry.”

You hate this guy with every fiber of your soul

Pretentious, sassy, witty bitch

But you do still love him for everything you’ve done with eachother

All that past hurting, all gone

It’s a late night drive from a party you and him were invited to

Probably just the wine talking

“Vincent?”

He answered back with a light, short hum

A rising intonation as Vincent looks back at you

Silence

You pause

And you look to him and then back to the window

Rain trailing down the glass as it fogs up

Making Paris city lights look like smudges rather than what they are

“You’re a dumbass”

“Fuck you, I thought we were gonna have a nice moment”

#marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #john wick 4 #john wick #bill skarsgård #marquis de gramont imagines #sibling reader #gender neutral reader #🪐evrenwrites

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lizzielikeborden · 2 years

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can you please make a sparrow ben hargreeves imagine a fluff if that’s okay :)

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“God, do you have to be so annoying!” Ben waltzed his way around the furniture in the room picking the chair nearest the couch you were sitting on.

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you just ignored him. He had been doing this all week, the annoying, obnoxious, and negatively talkative towards you act was getting really old. You had tried everything, being nice, throwing the same energy back at him, and acting like it hurt your feelings but none of those had worked. If there was one thing you could call Ben that could possibly be considered kind it was persistent.

“Excuse me, did you just roll your eyes?” Leaning forward out of his chair he put his elbows on the armrest, his forearms didn’t touch the chair, but his hands linked with one another as he sneered in your direction as if you had done anything other than mind your own business only to be insulted.

“You’re looking right at me, you saw me do it, that’s a really stupid question.” You didn’t even look at him as you talked, rather you focused on the task at hand: relaxing. You had decided to just take a nap, that’s all you wanted to do. Your pillow at the end of the couch facing Ben’s chair, you already had your blanket on your body since the house was frigid.

“Do you always have a bitchy attitude?” Getting comfortable on the couch you still paid him no mind, but you could hear the condescending tone in his voice getting stronger, even though he had no right or reason for his behavior. It was easier to just close the eyes and lay down.

“I didn’t know you had a mirror over there.” Sighing into the comfort of your pillow you got into a comfortable position hearing Ben scoff.

“What did you just say to me?” You had told yourself you were gonna ignore his never ending presence, in fact that’s what you had told yourself all day long up until this point. But it was just so hard to not get involved in his banter.

“Did you not understand the comment or did you not hear it? So either your subpar physically or mentally you pick.” Digging at his ego would almost always get him to fuck off, even though it was the meanest way to strike at him it usually got him riled up enough to not wanna be around you.

“Is this how you treated other Ben?” And suddenly your closed eyes became wide ones, the only thought in your head was “what the fuck did he just say.”

2 times. 2 entire times you had someone extremely close to you die, once in front of your eyes, and once from the echoes of other voices explaining the situation. Neither of which were under normal circumstances but both stung just the same, the shock was like accidentally touching a pan that just came from the oven bare handed, then not being able to take in air afterwards. Like touching a hot pan quickly the scar stayed mostly internal, more fearful and careful of what you were doing remembering what happens when you don’t do those things. But why was he digging all of that back up? Did he know what he was doing or was it just a coincidence that his dickheadedness had finally struck the wrong bundle of nerves.

The nightmares were the worst part, but could you even call them nightmares? Memories of your Ben. Of trying to teach each other to slow dance because you saw it in a movie you weren’t allowed to watch, but somehow managed without getting busted. Of reading in a book, each of you getting a character and sharing space to read the lines of your characters back and forth. Of playing tic-tac-toe on a handmade board the two of you constructed so you wouldn’t get caught with the papers covered in them. Of drawing back and forth on the same picture until it was done and then hiding them. Of the late night talks when neither of you could sleep, whether that be out of fear from a threat Reginald made earlier, actual nightmares, or just pure energy. Especially the way Ben’s words would always be that of intelligence and to lighten the mood you’d point at a blinking plane and call it a moving party planet, then ask him what he would do if he could jump up there and be on that planet. Of watching your siblings argue and or fight, then taking bets on who would win with specifics. Of watching them talk to one another and adlib what they were saying. Of sharing a seat next to his no matter what you were doing. Of hiding in each other's rooms when that dark looming cloud of an angry old man rushed down the hallway, holding each other taking deep breaths in sharing air knowing that it would all need to be held the moment that dark cloud struck. Of Klaus always making eyes and assumptions on your relationship with one another that was dead silent, not even noticeable enough to blow out a candle.

You would think that your brain would notice that these dreams gave you nothing but negative emotions. The crying, the screaming, the internal anger that couldn’t be resolved, and the silence that held you captive. But every night you got a peaceful night of sleep where there were no other concerns. That's where your mind went instantly. As much as you blamed the others for certain aspects of Ben’s passings that wouldn’t bring him back, but neither would the constant reminders that you loved him and never once got a real chance to tell him. There was no way in hell you were gonna tell this asshole how everything used to be. God no, what would he even do? Just laugh, make fun of it, bring it up as a weapon to use against you in verbal disputes.

The house had always divided into little groups, like sibling pods of who was more like family than others to each other. Then others of you were friends but not like siblings, and then there was the oddity, you and Ben. You weren’t at all in a sibling pod, you were always friends but the older you got the more it became prominent that wasn’t the direction you were supposed to take. But now he wasn’t even in the Umbrella Academy he was with an entirely different group of siblings, raised by the same rude ass old man. That really struck deep, that Reginald could get your Ben taken away from you then have another chance with Ben and turn him into someone insufferable.

Thanks to Reginald neither of you had ever heard someone genuinely tell someone else “I love you.” No, not the way it was meant anyway. So, you opted not to say it, every swallow of spit when the air was hot because with the letters falling out of your throat onto your tongue stung. In fact you were allergic to them the way they made your throat tighten ever so slightly. Had anyone, just one person in your physical life had said to literally anyone “I love you” and meant it the two of you would’ve had no excuses at all. One of you would’ve said it before, well before Ben died the first time.

The second time you hadn’t been there, you had been busy helping the other half of everyone figure things out, you had missed him. Even though these weren’t your powers by any means it almost felt like when he was truly dead in sacrifice of Viktor you felt him go. Nausea struck you and so did the feeling of crying. No not crying, falling to your knees and balling. But you didn’t, not until the others explained the circumstances you were alone. No one knew a damn thing about what the two of you had, except Klaus who was too fucked up in his own right to come and check on you. But just like the first time you had to push through and move along.

You thought that losing him was hard? No. What was hard was getting him back physically but missing him in every single goddamn way possible. They could’ve been somewhat similar but you refused to see any of it.

“You wish I talked to you the same way I talked to other Ben.” Swallowing your feelings you gritted your teeth and spit the fire right back at him, he wasn’t about to just bring that up and then pretend like it was okay or right by any means.

“Why is that?” You could’ve sworn he was being genuine or at least as close to genuine as was physically possible for him. Which by nature made you roll over onto your back and out of being in a comfortable position because whatever he just did took you out of a comfortable position by all means.

“No, you know what, it doesn’t matter because he’s dead. There’s nothing I can do about that and you don’t need anymore ammunition to fire at me.” Tears, not tears, at least you didn’t want them to crawl out from your eyes but they were burning in the ducts waiting for you to miss a blink.

“Do you really think that low of me?” Your brain was screaming at you that this had to be a trick, that you needed to get up and run the hell away from him. But you couldn't. He had found your venom and gave you just enough to paralyze you.

“You know what I think of you? I think you’re mean, I think you’re nasty, I think your attitude problem has a lot to do with your daddy issues and the fact that someone basically forced you to be a walking second place metal. I think that you like to fight with me because the universe hates me and absolutely loves to see me suffer. And before you say anything mean like “you’re not that important to the universe” I know that okay? I would just rather blame anything else but you for your own actions because you look just like him. And I cannot stomach the idea of blaming anything on him.” Word vomit, way too much of it. There was no getting out of it now, he was going to hang this over your head for the rest of however long you were gonna know each other.

“You are a headache, you showed up and started being nice to me even after I spoke to your siblings in a way I’m sure you didn’t like. You continued to show me kindness no matter how mean I was to you. Then you started being a bitch, then you started getting sad. You went in circles around me and I never changed. Yet everytime I come around you’ll talk to me no matter what I say. I could scream at you and even then if hours later I spoke to you you would respond. Do you know how hard it is to be mean to someone you feel you can actually talk to?” He stood up, you could hear him standing up and it sent a panic through your body, you didn’t have a single idea how to take the comment he had just made.

“Even worse, I was drinking a bit and your idiot brother Klaus went on a rant about how hard this must be for you. How close you were to the other Ben.” Klaus. It was always Klaus. You wished your peripheral vision would just give out because you could see him sitting on the table directly in front of you. You just couldn’t turn your head knowing he wasn’t sneering at you. He was actually looking at you and it was like Ben had come back to life and that’s the last delusion you needed to have.

“I’m sorry, you win, Klaus is an idiot, you’re right, I won’t fight with you anymore, I’ll get them to stop fighting with you, I’ll get them to stop talking to you. Whatever you want me to do, whatever you want me to say to get this over with I will say it, I will do it, just leave me alone. I know you don’t care, but I can’t handle having him hung over my head.” There were the tears, but why not? You had just given in, admitted defeat, told him everything you assumed he would love to hear, and offered him anything he could ever want.

“No.” Ben just shook his head, stayed seated.

“What do you mean no?” You mimicked his voice in the best way you could.

“I’m not gonna leave you alone, you haven’t left me alone, apparently you have never once left me alone until I died. I’m not a monster by the way, I won’t hold my death over your head.” Ben was staring bullets into your head. Waiting for you to respond to that, wondering how many times he was going to have to explain himself and rephrase what he had said. Just this once he was being dead serious, not sarcastic, not with an evil ulterior motive.

“If this is all a sick joke, I don’t wanna hear it. It’s not funny.” You were more than serious, this was the last thing you needed to be thrown at you. But then something touched your arm, gently, awkwardly, kindly. Ben’s hand. It was on your bicep.

“I’m not making a joke, I want to start over.” It was almost like he was saying words that he was being forced to say, in his defense he was forcing himself to say them. He had planned this conversation in his head. At least a little bit if not all the way Wondering what you were gonna say…

#ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves #ben hargreaves x reader #ben hargreaves imagine #the umbrella academy imagine #umbrella acedmy

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dbnightingale24 · 1 year

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Sneak Peek to ‘Pavlov’s Dog’

A Ransom love story

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+), swearing, cheating, drinking, angst, Ransom being Ransom...uhhh, that’s all you have to worry about...for the preview.

“Welcome to Fish, my name is Jonathan and I’ll be your server tonight,” the waiter smiles at the both of you as he approaches the table, “can I start you both off with drinks?

“I’ll have a water-”

“She’ll have a Mai Tai and I’ll have a bourbon on the rocks,” Ransom interrupts with an irritated sigh.

“Coming right up,” the waiter smiles before walking off.

“Ya know, we’re not going to get anywhere if you’re tense the entire time,” he mutters as he looks over his menu.

“I don’t know exactly know what it is that you want from me.”

“Would it helped if I fucked you in the bathroom?”

“Stop it, Ransom!” you snap quietly as he lets out a full bodied laugh.

“Jesus, it’s just drinks, food, and conversation. Relax.”

“Says the one who isn’t married. How the fuck do you even know you like me?”

“I’ve liked you for a while.”

“Yeah okay.”

“I mean it.”

“How long is a while, Ransom?”

“Remember in first grade? When Tommy Smotts was picking on me about my clothes?”

“You...you remember that?”

“I think about it every day.”

“You never said anything...you never spoke to me.”

“Why would I? You were nice and, in the world we live in, there’s no room for nice people. I kept waiting for you to turn into this bitchy party girl, like every other girl did, but you just kept being sweet and kind. Then you met Jack.”

“If you liked me, why didn’t you say anything? Why’d you let Jack scoop me up?”

“Why not? It wasn’t my business or concern. You’re both adults and capable of making your own choices-”

“But you wanted me and, from what I’ve heard, you’re the king of getting what you want.”

“You’re different.”

“How so?” you ask as the waiter places your drinks down.

“Can I start you two off with some appetizers?”

“No, but keep the drinks coming. We’ll be here for a while,” Ransom smirks, his eyes never leaving you.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into now?

“He’s such a liar! That’s not what happened at all!” you laugh as your next round of drinks are brought out.

“That’s what Jack said!” Ransom laughs.

“He’s a fucking liar! That’s not what happened at all! He locked us out of the Air BnB because he’s hard headed, then talked me into scaling the side of the house because he was afraid he’d fall and break something.”

“You scaled the side of a house for him even though it was his fault?”

“In my defense, I was in love,” you shrug as you take a sip of your drink.

“So, what do you know about me?” Ransom asks as he sits back a little, signature smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t know anything about except that you like to fuck.”

“What have you heard about me?” he chuckles.

“A lot of unkind things.”

“I can take it.”

“You’re a scumbag, you only lookout for yourself, you’re a cheater, a liar, you have a terrible temper, you had a hand in Harlan’s murder, you treat women like trash....the list goes on.”

“Yet, you chose to start this relationship with me.”

“It’s not a relationship, Ransom. We fuck and that’s it.”

“Then why do you stay whenever I tell you to?”

“I’ve been asking myself that for the last few months.”

“Because you like me too.”

“I like the way you fuck me.”

“You’re still gonna hide behind that after everything?”

“I’m not hiding from anything, Ransom. I’m married to someone else, and in all honesty, this shouldn’t have ever started.”

“Then why did you let it start?”

“You caught me in a vulnerable state.”

“And the second time?”

“You caught me in a vulnerable state,” you smirk and he laughs.

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Why you want me.”

“I like you.”

“Ransom, that’s not a fucking reason.”

“It is for me. I’ve never been infatuated with someone for this long, it only makes sense that I should act on it, don’t you agree?”

“It wasn’t enough for you to stop the wedding.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Ransom-”

“I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot and more than I should. I’m not going to tell you to leave him, because it’s not enough for you is it? I don’t want to commit and you don’t wanna commit to me because you have no reason to.”

“Ransom-”

“But you’re still here though, aren’t you?”

“So what?”

“You want to explore this as much as I do.”

“I don’t want to explore anything with you, Ransom,” you sigh as your phone starts going off. “Jesus Christ.”

“You can answer him.”

“I don’t want to answer him. God, how is this my life now?”

“You can always come with me.”

“Ha ha,” you mumble before taking a long sip of your drink. “It’s late, I have to get back.”

“We haven’t eaten yet.”

“What is this Ransom? Why are you fucking with me?”

“I’m not, I told you; I like you.”

“You don’t-”

“You love to dance around while you cook, you think pants are ridiculous and that’s why you’re always wearing dresses and skirts, you love horror movies but have to watch something funny after or you can’t sleep, you love football and baseball, you’ll listen to anything but you favor 90’s grunge, you spend the first half of your Saturdays watching cartoons, you spend most of your holiday time volunteering at shelters, should I go on?”

“...how...”

“I pay more attention than you think, sweetheart. That crystal blue earring and necklace dragonfly set Jack got you for your two year anniversary? That was my idea because he doesn’t pay any fucking attention to you and doesn’t have a fucking clue what you like,” he mutters, frustration very apparent.

“Then why didn’t you say anything before now?”

“I told you why.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Y/N-”

“You’re the one that wanted to do this. Answer the question.”

“I just...”

“You just what?”

“You were never gonna give me a chance, Y/N. Between my reputation, my shitty family...you have more reasons to say no than yes.”

“You didn’t even try.”

“What would you have said?”

“Then? I honestly don’t know. Now? No.”

“Why no now?!”

“Ransom, that can’t be a serious question.”

“You like me-”

“I don’t know you! I just...you just...it’s complicated, Ransom. All of this is so complicated. I just wanna go away.”

“Lets go away together,” he suggests as if it’s not a big deal.

“You’re hilarious, truly. You could be a fucking comedian.”

“Lets fucking go. It’s not like Jack will notice. He barely pays attention to you now,” he mutters.

“Thanks for that,” you snap as your phone goes off again. “Fuck, let me just...hello?”

“I’ve been calling you for over an hour!” Jack snaps. “Where have you been?!”

“I do have a job, ya know. I decided to treat myself to dinner.”

“You haven’t been home-”

“Can we not do this? I put up with your shit last night and I don’t fucking feel like dealing with it again tonight.”

“Y/N...I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t want it to happen that way. I really...I wanted to get it right.”

“Funny how you always want to get it right and still fuck it up every single time.”

“Just come home, please? I’ll make it up to you-”

“It was our fucking anniversary and you embarrassed me, yet again, in front of the people you insisted we have over. There’s no way can make it up to me. It’s done. Four years of this shit-”

“Stop it. You know I love and would do anything for you-”

“No, I don’t know any of that, because you’ve never shown or proved any of that.”

“Just come tonight and I’ll-”

“Why should I, Jack? Give me a good fucking reason.”

“Because I love you,” he sighs and you can tell that he’s tired.

Yeah well, you’re tired too.

“I don’t feel like doing this with you, Jack. Not today.”

“Please just come home-”

“What for?”

“You’re my wife, Y/N. You should already be-”

“Me being your wife doesn’t seem to stop you from all of the shady shit you always fucking do.”

“Please-”

“I don’t know, I might stay at Daisy’s again.”

“I don’t like you staying over there! She stays out all night and-”

“So do you,” you laugh incredulously, “at least she pays attention to me.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later,” you sigh before hanging up.

“Ya know, he’s gonna text me soon. Should I tell him I have plans or...”

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Ransom. I-”

“Why not? It’s not like he’s being faithful to you, so what’s the big deal?”

“Because this isn’t who I am, Ransom. This is never the life I wanted! It’s not...it’s not the life I thought I’d....” you sigh as you wipe away a lone tear.

Why can’t you be more selfish? Why can’t you jus walk away from all of this?

“Lets go away together, just you and me,” Ransom suggests again.

“That’s not funny-”

“I’m not joking.”

“We can’t just go away-”

“He isn’t going to notice, baby. I know you don’t want to face that fact, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s just that: a fact. Tell him it’s for work, and we’ll go wherever you want.”

“Ransom...this isn’t a relationship.”

“It can be.”

“No, it really can’t. We can’t keep-”

“You like me, babe.”

“Whether I do or not-”

“You do.”

“Ransom, I’m married. It doesn’t matter that Jack is an asshole, this isn’t me. Sleeping around and having a “relationship” on the side...God, what the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“You’re unhappy.”

“You’re never going to commit to me-”

“You don’t know that.

“Well would you? Would you walk away from all of it just for me?”

“Would you?”

“I’m not the one with something to prove, Ransom. You have reputation, I don’t.”

“That’s fair,” he sighs as he leans back.

“I need to get home.”

“You need to eat.”

“Ransom-”

“Another round of drinks?” the waiter asks with a smile.

Before you can even think, Ransom is answering, “she’ll have the crab-stuffed lobster and I’ll take the surf and turf, and yeah, we’ll take another round of drinks.”

The waiter just smiles and nods before walking off.

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steves-strapcollection · 10 months

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Make Me Write Accountability

romcom!AU

I said i would give about 570 words so here's like 600-something ;p

Stomach flip-flopping all over again, Eddie cleared his throat. “So, your ex is who you came with on this trip, yeah? What happened there?” he asked before he could actually stop himself. Refraining from cringing, he added with a shrug, “I think how a guy talks about his ex says a lot about him.”

Steve groaned a bit, but he was smiling. “Isn’t it my turn to ask questions?” he asked teasingly, and Eddie’s heart jackhammered in his chest.

“You’re wooing me, so I get to ask the questions, right?” Eddie retorted and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Fine, fine. I wasn’t what she wanted anymore. I don’t really—it was kinda out of nowhere for me so I’m still figuring it out. I’m hoping we’ll be able to talk about it when I get home, at least so I can understand,” Steve replied with a shrug, his eyes going far away. There was a twist to his expression, that same bitchy look that Eddie remembered from the restaurant the night before, but then Steve smoothed it over with a shrug.

“No, what was that?” Eddie asked excitedly, leaning close and pointing at Steve’s face.

“What was what?” he asked, bewildered.

“What did you think just two seconds ago?” Eddie pushed, and the pink that rose to Steve’s cheeks was delicious. Steve was embarrassed about being bitchy.

“It’s nothing—It wasn’t nice, so I don’t want to say it,” Steve grumbled shrugging as he ate more of his food.

“Babe, I wanna hear it, though,” Eddie insisted, eating more of his sandwich while he waited for Steve to continue.

Releasing an explosive sigh, Steve dropped his cutlery and leaned back. “I just—when did she stop loving me? We were talking about marriage like eight months ago. I bought a ring and everything, and I’ve done everything I could to be a supportive partner and I was happy doing that for her,” Steve said in a rush, blinking up at the ceiling. “If she was having doubts before we moved to New York, why didn’t she say it then? If she was having doubts before we went on this trip, why didn’t she say it then? If she was having doubts at literally any point before thousands of dollars were spent, why didn’t she just say so? Why’d she have to string me along?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at that, surprised at how reasonable that all sounded. He was expecting some name-calling, maybe even something catty about her hair or something.

“Does it matter why she did it? I mean, would it make you feel better to know?” Eddie asked curiously, shrugging when Steve looked at him. Personally, Eddie wasn’t sure if knowing the why would make a difference. If someone hurt him, especially that deeply, they were dead to him as far as he was concerned.

“Of course, it matters,” Steve said with a shrug. “Even if the reason why sucks, knowing it would help me deal with it. Either I can fix the part of me she found so unbearable she fell out of love with me, or I can move on because she was wrong or being unfair.”

“You want to get her back?” Eddie asked, shoving several fries into his mouth at once. Steve made a face, whether at Eddie’s question or his table manners, it was unclear.

“No. I don’t—I have a pretty hard rule about second chances. Dumping me in the middle of a crowded restaurant a thousand miles away from home kinda crosses that line,” Steve said flatly, snorting a bit.

Tagging the ppl who asked to be tagged: @inairbinad & @patchworkgargoyle Tagging the ppl who I think wanna see this: @xenon-demon @sidekick-hero @sentient-trash @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @thefreakandthehair

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michinnyun · 2 years

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Fashion Choices Ch. 2

Ch. 1

Pairing: Marc x F!Reader

Summary: A little role reversal with Marcy-Marc?

Tags: Sub Marc Spector × Prostate Milking × Prostate Massage × Orgasm Denial × Edging × Naked Male Clothed Female × Femdom × Dom/sub × Hair Pulling × Biting × showering together × Aftercare × Marc Spector Needs A Hug

Words: 3.2k

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Marc is being a brat.

It’s not totally unusual behavior, especially coming from him. He likes to pretend he’s a big strong man, but he’s really just a sensitive little softie who needs attention. Not like Steven does, but still.

He hasn’t talked to you since you got back at Steven for their collective teasing. It’s rare that they put up a united front like they did that day, and he knows his punishment is coming. It’s just a matter of when.

At this point, Jake is fronting more often than Marc, and that never happens. He can’t hide forever.

You head back to the boutique, finding the owner at the counter once again.

“Thank you for all your help,” you say, pushing your hair behind your ear nervously.

“Of course. It's nice to see you again! I trust everything went according to plan?”

“Oh yes,” you answer mischievously. She claps her hands in delight.

“I’m glad to hear it. What can I help you find today? New set? We just got these in today.”

She opens a box for you, showcasing a lovely black and red lace teddy that actually does pique your interest. Another time, maybe.

“I was actually wondering… And I know this might be a little unusual, but bear with me. Do you have anything in a men’s size?”

Steven is back from the museum and sitting with you on the couch, chattering away about a shipment for a new exhibit that Donna expressly told him to stay away from, his head resting in the cradle of your lap while you stroke the hair away from his temples.

“It’s from the remains of a temple of Khonshu,” he whines. “I hate that bloody bastard, he’s a right git, but come on, there are hardly any temples of his remaining, it's an incredible find! Big crates stuffed with straw and little statues and tablets. Can you believe Donna?”

“You know I can’t.” You used to work with Steven at the museum. Donna and her bitchiness are not new to you by any means.

Steven snorts. “Yeah, right.” He pauses. “So what did you do today?”

You smile down at him, shrugging. “Not much. Same old work stuff.” He hums, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoys your gentle touch. “I did visit the lingerie store, though.”

He almost stops breathing. “Oh?”

You chew your bottom lip. “Yeah.”

He lifts his head to look at you with dark eyes. “Got another little something for me, then?”

You hesitate. “It’s actually- It’s for Marc,” you blurt out, hoping your words will have their intended effect and he’ll come out to play.

It does. Steven’s head snaps back, Marc staring back at you skeptically.

“What are you up to?” he asks, sitting up to snake his arms around your middle and lay a kiss on your cheek.

You blush. “Nothing! I just missed you, that’s all. Wanted to do something special.”

He quirks his head doubtfully. “Okay. And this has nothing to do with the shirt thing?”

You shake your head, pursing your lips.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

You groan, pushing him back onto the couch and climbing on top of him.

“Fine. It’s because of the shirt thing. But you deserve it. And don’t just let Steven take charge of the body, you’re going to like it, okay? I promise.”

He grunts. If it were anybody else, they'd probably say no, but Marc seems to trust you implicitly for whatever reason. It makes you all warm inside that he loves you enough to let you do whatever you want to him.

“Fine,” he grumbles. You kiss him, wrapping your fingers in his hair. He responds in kind, surging up into you and holding your neck with his giant palm.

You keen, the wet slide of your tongues already escalating far more quickly than you intended. He’s trying to distract you.

“Marc,” you protest, out of breath. “There’s something for you in the bathroom. Go get changed.”

He looks up at you with hooded eyelids, licking his lower lip, nodding.

“Okay,” he says, grinding up into you. You slap his chest. “Fuck, okay.”

You disentangle yourselves, Marc trudging to the bathroom and shutting the curtain. He pauses before you hear the rustling of the box being opened.

You bite your lip in anticipation as you listen to the silence in the other room. Marc must think you’re insane.

He emerges several minutes later in the lingerie you picked out with your new best friend at the boutique, silky lace that covers his chest and manhood.

Your mouth waters. “You look so pretty.”

Marc blushes, which you don't think you've ever seen him do before. “I look like an idiot,” he says, despite the fact that he’s already getting visibly hard in his panties.

You walk up to him slowly, cornering him like he’s an injured animal. He looks that way, fear and humiliation and lust clouding his dark eyes.

“Marc,” you murmur, cupping his face with your palms and pressing gentle kisses onto each eyelid. His nose. His lips.

He groans, deepening the kiss and pressing into you, leading you to the bed and knocking you down so you’re sprawled on your back.

“This what you wanted?” he asks, adjusting his cock until it’s visible above the line of his underwear, tip dribbling and shiny. Wet. Sensitive.

“Yes,” you breathe, reaching out to touch. He shakes his head.

“No, princess. Not today. This is as much as you get, me in this little outfit.” He shoves your pants down along with your underwear and you cry out.

“Marc,” you whine when he pumps his fingers into you, already finding you wet and needy.

“You like when I’m dressed up like this? Wearing the pretty little set you bought for me?”

You nod, breaths coming out shakily. This is not how this was supposed to go.

“Fuck,” you choke out, arching when his fingers reach inside and make you see stars.

“Gonna make you come, even if it's more than you deserve. Look at yourself. Look at what you do to me.”

You crane your neck up, watching him palm himself through the lace and cup his balls.

You rip yourself off of his fingers, sitting up and caging him in with your thighs, leveraging your weight until he’s falling onto the bed and taking your place underneath.

You straddle him again, pulling down his panties and lining him up with your entrance.

“Marc,” you murmur. “Stop trying to take control. Just let me do this for you.”

He chokes as you sink down onto him, placing one hand on the center of his chest for balance.

You don’t move after that, licking and kissing his collarbones and nuzzling his nipples through the lace of his bra.

He whines. “Stop, baby I-”

“If you really wanted me to stop, you would've used the safe word,” you tell him. “But you didn’t. You want me to be in control. You want to give in. So just give in Marc. Let me take care of you.”

You know he has a hard time asking for what he wants, and sometimes you just need to give it to him. He licks his lips before gritting his teeth, fighting the urge to buck up into you. You get flashbacks to the other day with Steven. Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Marc,” you say. “Hands above your head, please.”

He frowns, but complies. You reach into the bedside drawer, lifting off enough to make him gasp, then sink back down once you have the little bundle of rope you put away for this very occasion.

You tie Marc gently and efficiently. He’s a smart boy, he knows how to escape these kinds of bonds easily. You want him to be snug, not trapped.

You tug, testing the restraints. Perfect.

You snap the strap of his bra, watching the flush on his cheeks deepen into a beautiful scarlet.

“Look at you,” you coo. “So pretty for me. My sweet boy.” You run your finger through his hair, capturing his rough exhale in your mouth and shifting him inside of you.

This angle lets you pull out the slightest amount, perfect for torturing Marc. He’s practically shaking, fists white knuckled against the rope as he struggles to give in.

“Marc,” you murmur against his mouth. “Relax.” You lean down, pulling at the lace of his bra with your teeth and laving your tongue over his nipple.

He keens, writhing and pushing into you.

You blow a puff of cold air over the pink skin, watching in amusement as it hardens.

“Baby,” he gasps. “Please, I-”

“You what?” you ask, gripping his hair and using it to tilt his head back until his neck is exposed to you. “What do you want? Because it looks like you’ve been begging for this all week.” You snap the strap of his bra, making him whine as you slowly fuck yourself on him.

He struggles against his bindings, dark eyes nearly black as he watches the spot where he disappears into you. “Fuck,” he groans when you bite down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

He tries rutting into you, making you frown and pull off completely. He looks breathless, his cock wet and throbbing as you sit back and trace a finger over the head.

“Marc,” you say disapprovingly, and he whines, like words are too much for him right now. “Color?”

“Green,” he gasps. “Green. So green. Keep going.”

You reach into the bedside drawer for lube, another thing you keep nearby for special occasions. You warm it between your fingers as Marc watches you with eyes glazed over with lust.

“Still green?”

He nods frantically, arching his back and making his cock slap his stomach with the movement. You laugh at his eagerness, his total submission such a contrast from how he was acting two minutes ago.

You lean over his body as your fingers circle his entrance, his breath stuttering as you kiss and breach him at the same time. He’s tight. It’s been a while since you did something like this with him, and he seems nervous with anticipation.

“Relax,” you murmur, pressing your cheek to his so you can both watch him adjust to the intrusion of your finger. He breathes deeply, obeying instantly and making your heart flutter with affection. You kiss his cheek.

You reach deeper inside, finding the spot that makes him cry out and his mouth water. “I fucking love you,” he slurs, bending his knees and pulling his legs closer ot his body to give you better access. You fuck him slowly, adding another finger when he starts getting a little too whiny, sating him momentarily. You occasionally brush the sensitive bundle of nerves, making him jolt like he’s been shocked by a live wire. Marc’s eyes flutter shut as he takes in the sensations, surrendering to your hold on him.

“That’s it,” you murmur, lips brushing the corner of his mouth. He turns his face into yours, staring up at you with big brown eyes, lashes fanning the shadows under his eyes. “So pretty,” you tell him, kissing the side of his nose.

His breath hitches, his eyes widening as he starts to tighten around your fingers, movements becoming needy and urgent. His cock is leaking steadily, a dribbling fountain that clings to his underwear, ruining the lace. You brush that spot again, that little pleasure button that makes him crazy, and he grunts, brows knitting together in concentration as his stomach tenses.

Then, you pull out of him.

He groans in frustration as you get up to wash your hands thoroughly in the bathroom sink, laughing at his whines in the other room.

“That’s what you get,” you sing-song, drying your hands off on the bathroom towel before you come back out, admiring the way his jaw tenses as he stares at the ceiling in deep contemplation.

You crawl back on top of him, spreading your fingers through the slick on his stomach.

“Look at the mess you made,” you coo, holding back a laugh at the way he’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you. “We have to get you cleaned up, poor baby.”

He growls deep in his chest, and you <i>do</i> laugh at that. “What’s wrong? Are you upset about something? Any of this not to your <i>liking?</i>” You tug on his curls again, making him bare his teeth and arch into your body.

You gather his fluids on your fingers, holding them up this mouth and waiting for him to take your silent instruction. His mouth stays clamped shut, a droplet of milky liquid landing above his lip.

“Come on baby, open up.” He clenches his jaw again, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s pouting. You use your other hand to stroke his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open until his tongue is sticking out and he can accept your offering.

Still no eye contact.

“So it’s gonna be like that?” you ask, grabbing his cock and adjusting so that he’s lined up with your entrance again. He whips his head towards you as you sink down, smiling evilly as you fuck him hard and fast to bring him to the edge of orgasm for what must be the third time.

He shouts, knowing what’s coming as his stomach tenses again. You pull off, pressing a kiss to his mouth as you hover over his body, taut as a bowstring.

“Not fair,” he whines. “Not fair, not fair-”

“Shh,” you tell him, sinking down once more as tears spring to the corners of his eyes and he struggles underneath you.

This continues for a good while, you bringing him right to the edge only to leave him cold and devastated before he can release.

“You didn’t do all this to Steven,” he complains after the tenth denial, cock red and angry with stimulation.

“Me and Steven have fun in our own way, sweetheart.” You roll your body over his in a luxurious stretch, making his breath stutter as he dick catches your entrance at an angle. At this point, you can only allow him to be inside you for so long before he comes dangerously close to spilling inside of you. You bite your lip at the thought of how you’d punish him if he did.

You love Steven, but this brand of torture that Marc craves is special. You stretch it out as long as you can, because you hate to see it end too quickly. Marc will never say it out loud, but he likes it that way too.

You sigh, seated on his cock and just staying there as he wriggles desperately. You play with your clit absentmindedly, barely paying him any attention as you savor the fullness. You toy with his nipple through the scratchy fabric of the bra, watching with delight as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I love how sensitive you are, my sweet boy,” you coo. “You’ve been so good for me.”

“Then can I come?” he practically shouts, elbows bending in his restraints as his curls fall into his eyes.

You hum, pretending to think. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes!” he says, practically trembling.

You laugh, fucking him with your hands placed on his chest, grabbing his tiny little tits. Using him.

The final straw, apparently, is when you lean down and press a kiss to his lips, slipping your tongue inside as he whimpers, body tensing as he comes, long and hard inside of you.

His whimpers turn into a long moan, overstimulated as you keep fucking him through his aftershocks. He’s hard again after one orgasm, and you smile down at him.

“No,” he whimpers. “No, please, enough, please, please,” he begs, even as he begins to fuck into the tight clutch of your body again.

You gasp, slightly breathless. You haven’t paid attention to your own needs, and you’re starting to notice as you feel his spend getting fucked back into you. You rub your clit indulgently, surprised by how quickly you can feel your own orgasm approaching. It looks like you’ve been enjoying this as much as Marc. You sigh, bouncing on top of him as he watches you use his body to get yourself off. His lips are wet, his eyes shining with adoration as you increase your pace, milking him for all he’s worth.

You come with the image of Marc staring at you burned into your brain, covered in lace and his own semen, jaw open and lashes fluttering.

“Baby,” you sigh, finally sated. You keep moving on top of him, giving him the choice of whether or not he wants to chase a second orgasm by untying him.

Apparently he does, because his hands fly to your waist and he pulls you down for one last sloppy kiss, grinding his length into you so hard that you see stars, your breath coming out in one big whoosh. The sweat and come covering his body sticks to your shirt, and you think absently that you’ll have to do laundry later.

He chokes when you stroke your fingers through his hair tenderly, practically sobbing when you bite down softly on his bottom lip.

“Gonna come,” he says, like it’s physically painful. “Gonna come, I’m gonna-”

His breath halts, his hips pistoning into you as he finally reaches his last, blissful orgasm, finishing inside of you with finality. His head is tilted back, the lines of his neck taut and pink with exertion.

You both heave a giant sigh as you collapse on top of him, letting him run his fingers through your hair as he catches his breath.

You disconnect yourself from him, wrinkling your nose at the dribble that gushes from your entrance. Taking your shirt off inside out, you make sure to throw it into the empty laundry bin. “Gross,” you say, pressing another kiss to Marc’s mouth before running into the bathroom to heat up the hot water for a shower.

You wet a washcloth under the warm spray, returning to where he lays prone on the bed, half asleep. Chuckling as his eyes flutter open when you drag the damp cloth across his stomach and chest, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek and reach behind his back to unclasp the bra.

“You okay?”

He nods as you throw the scrap of lacy fabric on top of your shirt in the bin, making a mental note to see if you can salvage it in the wash. Marc’s face is so open. He’s never like this, except with you. You really enjoy the moments right after, when he’s quiet and trusting. He looks younger. Small. It makes your heart melt.

You encourage him to get up, holding his hands in yours as he stands on wobbly feet, stepping out of the panties and padding to the bathroom. You hold a hand under the running water, making sure it’s the right temperature before you nod at him to step in.

You traipse in after him, watching the tension melt from his shoulders. The water beads on the muscles of his back, his muscular legs. It always strikes you as funny, this big strong man letting you do all that to him. It makes you happy. You just want him to feel loved, even when you’re getting back at him for something as petty as a tease.

You grab the shampoo, lathering it through his wet hair as he stands under the spray. You scratch his scalp, watching him shudder. He turns around, leaning down to kiss you and getting soap on your forehead.

“Feel better?”

He nods. “Better.”

#moon knight #moon knight 2022 #marc spector #oscar isaac #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #self insert #my fic #marvel #the tone changed a lot in this one i think

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crowhyun · 2 years

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Level Infinity Chapter 9

Warnings: None

Words: 5.1k

AN: I’m not sure if a specific person is going to read this, but theres a little surprise in this chapter if you can recall back to when I asked for yall to make up some characters to put in my stories :D

Also, I’m on a laptop and I’m not sure exactly how to work things while on here so my posts aren’t going to look like I want them to lol sry

"Yeonjun?" You looked over to him, and he raised a brow. "Can we talk?"

"Uh, yeah?" He said. "Go ahead."

"Alone." You said. Everyone else was a bit busy at helping Mark with his notes, each one telling their own unique experience of the levels they had just witnessed.

You tilted your head towards the door and he hesitated before getting up and following you to the other room. Closing the door behind you, you noticed how awkward Yeonjun seemed.

"So, uh, what did you want to talk about?" He asked.

"You and Soobin." You said, and he rolled his eyes, already knowing what this was going to be about. "And that. That attitude you have."

"Does it really matter, though?"

"Yes." You said. "It matters a lot. There is too big of a problem between you two and there shouldn't be. I know none of us really know each other well, but the most important thing we need here is proper communication and teamwork. Otherwise, we're as good as dead."

"Why do I need to develop that with you guys when I'm only here to be back with the people I came here with?" Yeonjun said. "I have no intention to be friends or to even be on friendly terms with you guys, especially not with Soobin. If we get along, we get along, but obviously that's not working, so just leave it alone."

"Do you not have even an ounce of appreciation in you?" You frowned. "You would still be on that ship if it wasn't for us. We could have just taken Taehyun and left without any of your help."

"Without any of my help?" He looked you in the eyes, a small fire within them. "Did you forget who saved you back on that ship? Without me, you would've been dead."

"You're quite proud of doing something that Taehyun could've done just as easily." You scoffed. "And I paid you back that favor in the last level. Don't be so full of yourself, Yeonjun. Be glad we have enough good in us to not abandon you here and force you to find your way. Learn to work as a teammate, because you're the one who wanted to be here in the first place."

Yeonjun didn't say anything, but you could tell he was livid under his chill facade.

"And please...Soobin has been through enough already. We all have. So stop arguing."

"But Soobin- "

"I know what Soobin does, and I'll tell him the same thing." You interrupted, feeling like you were scolding a child. "You guys need to learn to get along. Also, you're kind of bitchy to Mark, will you tone it down? He's genuinely so kind and harmless, there is no reason for that. And stop being rude to Tae- "

"Okay, okay, shit, I got it." He frowned, shaking his head, heading towards the door. "I guess I'll shut the fuck up, then."

"Well, like my parents would say, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."

"Stop talking." He said, walking out, and you just chuckled, not taking any offense to it. You weren't too swayed by the way Yeonjun acted, you just didn't like the apparent rivalry between him and Soobin. You felt that maybe Yeonjun wasn't too bad of a person on the inside. Maybe it was just something that you would be able to see after getting used to him.

"Where did you guys go?" Mark said once you both entered the other room. As expected, Soobin did not look happy.

"I just needed to talk to him." You said, sitting next to Soobin on the bed. "Are you still writing the notes?"

"Yeah." Mark nodded. "So far, I just need more notes on our current level. This one is so peculiar. It's like...there's danger all around, but it's not...dangerous? Maybe there's a colony on this level. I want to go out and explore, but the buildings keep moving, and I don't want to lose this one..."

"We can explore after we're all rested up." You spoke. "Once we have no need for food, water, and a place to rest, we can take all of our stuff and leave."

"I think that's a good idea." Mark said. He continued to talk about his notes, and you noticed that Soobin was glaring at Yeonjun, Yeonjun glaring right back at him. Grabbing Soobin's arm, you leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.

"Stop it." You whispered. He looked away from him, huffing an angry breath through his flared nostrils.

"I think I have enough for now." Mark said, closing his notebook and putting it safe and sound in his bag. "Hopefully, our stuff won't be in jeopardy again." He sighed.

"It's probably time to rest now." You said, looking between Yeonjun and Soobin. "I'm tired."

"She's right." Mark nodded.

"I'm not tired." Taehyun spoke. "I'll just keep watch."

"You sure?" You asked him, eyebrows furrowed in worry, and he nodded. You wondered how he wasn't tired with all of the shit that went down recently. "Alright then..."

With one last look at Yeonjun and Soobin, you followed Mark and Taehyun out of the room. There was lingering anxiety about what would happen with those two being alone for so long, but you also had trust in them.

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Everyone was up and ready to leave, bags slung over their shoulders. You had checked everyone to make sure there was no underlying symptoms of insanity radiating from them, and once everything had seemed safe, you felt calm again. Soobin nor Yeonjun brought up how it was being alone together, and you took that well. Nothing bad had happened, then.

You wouldn't say your sleep was very fulfilling, but it was enough to have you awake.

"We're probably going to lose this building, guys..." Mark said. "But I have no doubt there will be another one that we can find if we end up being here for too long. Let's go."

As the unofficial leader of this group, Mark lead us out of the building and back into the streets of level 11. The skies were still bright, as if the day hadn't changed at all, and just like you all had guessed, the buildings had looked different from when you first showed up. You sighed, worry evident on your face.

"How are we going to find an exit?" You said, looking around at all the buildings.

"I have no idea." Mark frowned. "Our best bet is to somehow find a colony here and maybe they'd be able to help."

You guys started walking an invisible path to seemingly nowhere. It reminded you of level one, which seemed like an infinite warehouse, and you had no path to walk along. The only difference was that you were completely alone.

"Maybe one of these buildings will lead us to the next level." Taehyun said. "That's all there is here."

"That would be a lot easier if these buildings didn't look exactly the same." Mark said. "Why is it that splitting up seems like the best and worst idea at the same time."

"It'd be the best idea if we had a way to communicate from far distances." Soobin said. "We have no phones...not even a walkie-talkie."

"It's a boomer's dream world." You laughed, looking into the distance. Your smile slowly dropped as you saw moving figures in the distance, and you squinted your eyes to see better. "Wait...do you guys see that?"

"Yeah." Taehyun said, as if he'd been watching the figures all this time. Everyone else looked at what it was, silence coming over all of you.

"What if they're just entities?" Soobin asked.

"Doubt." Yeonjun said. "They look normal."

"Whatever they are, they'd probably be useful in some way." Mark said, walking faster. "Come on."

You all eventually approached the figures, them watching as you guys came closer. They did, in fact, look like regular people.

"Uh...hello," Mark said, raising a hesitant hand. The strangers just looked you guys up and down, not saying a word. Mark looked back at you, and you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing what exactly was going on.

"Do you guys know how to speak?" Yeonjun asked, frown etched on his face, and they still chose to be silent. "What the fuck...?"

"Hi, we're wanderers...?" Mark said. "Do you...have any directions for a way out to the next level or anything? If not, then we'll be on our way."

"Where have you come from?" One of the strangers asked.

"Huh?" Mark asked, surprised that they've suddenly spoke.

"What level have you come from?" He said more adamantly.

"Oh, uh, we came from Level Fun." Mark gulped. The strangers trailed their gaze over each one of you, silent for a solid minute before pointing up at a building east of you.

"You may find your answer there." He said. "There's 10 earth minutes before the cycle starts again, as long as you make it there in time, you will be fine."

"10 earth minutes?" You asked. "How long is that here?" They didn't answer, going silent once more. You all looked at each other, confused.

"9 earth minutes." He spoke again. "Unless you're able to buy from us, you best be on your way."

"Oh, a-alright." Mark said, and immediately started turning east. You all hesitantly followed him, and you turned around a few times, keeping an eye on the strange people. Once you guys were far enough away from them, you turned back.

"Do you guys think they could be wanderers?" You asked. "Or a part of a colony?"

"Must be a part of a colony." Taehyun said. "Only a colony would be able to set up a place where others can buy from them."

"Damn it." Mark cursed. "I should've asked them what it was called. It would be helpful for our notes."

"Too late now. We should hurry up before the buildings start to move again." Yeonjun said, pushing past everyone to lead the group.

"Is that what he meant by 'the cycle'?" You asked.

"Most likely." Mark said, stepping in front of Yeonjun and looking towards the building the stranger pointed to. "I wonder what's so special about it..."

Once you all made it to the building, you walked in before the buildings could start to shift once again. It was quite cold and empty inside, which confused you. If the answers were here, then wouldn't there be someone, or something, here? Instead, it looked like a barren office building.

"What if it was all a lie?" Yeonjun asked. "And they just spat some bullshit out their mouths for fun?"

"Then this would be a waste." Mark said. "But we don't know that yet. The building isn't that big, it's just...tall. And for obvious purposes, let's...not use the elevators."

"What exactly are we looking for?" Soobin asked.

"That's the thing...I don't know." Mark answered.

"It's a surprise that we were even able to get this far without really knowing anything." You added on. "But if that isn't enough evidence that we'd be able to find the next level, I don't know what is."

You all started to tread up the staircase, exploring each barren floor of the building. There wasn't much on each floor, other than broken computers and unimportant papers that were tossed around by the wind that seemed to blow from nowhere. The place seemed empty of food, water, or anything useful for that matter. What exactly was so important about this building that the strangers had to point it out? Maybe Yeonjun was right, maybe it was just a lie.

"I'm starting to believe it is to use to keep going." Mark said, legs burning as he got to the top of yet another staircase. "And these bitemarks aren't making anything easier."

"There's got to be something here." You frowned. "Doorways to the next levels are usually weird. Just like how touching that rubber ducky brought us to level fun, maybe there's something just as odd here that we can touch."

"Well, that's the problem." Taehyun said, brushing over random objects that scattered the empty cubicles of the floor. "Nothing here is odd. This is just some deserted office building."

"There could be a doorway that leads somewhere." Soobin said, looking at the number on his hand. Once he saw that it still said the number 11, he dropped his hand down with a frown. "It would make sense if whatever we were looking for was on the top floor."

"It would if we were in a game, but this isn't a game." Yeonjun said.

"Except it literally is." You cut your eyes at him. "Have you forgotten how Taehyun, Soobin, and I got here? Everything about this is a game. Imagine teleporting inside of Mario Bros. It's all fun and cute on the outside looking in, isn't it?"

"I don't think I'd ever play those games the same again." Mark said. "I'd probably cry."

"You don't even know if you'd be able to play those games again." Taehyun scoffed. "If we keep talking here, you could just rule that off your bucket list."

"Jeez, what a fuckin' buzzkill." You muttered under your breath as you watched Taehyun go back to the staircase. You were about to follow him when Taehyun suddenly stopped in his tracks. You waited for him to give an explanation, but he was silent. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"Do you guys hear that?" He turned back, brows furrowed as his jaw flexed, eyes looking up. After a few seconds passed, Yeonjun huffed.

"What are you talking ab-"

"Shhh!" Taehyun put his finger up to his mouth, glaring as Yeonjun, then looking back up. With light footsteps, he continued up the stairs, and with curiosity, you followed closely behind him. You couldn't hear anything before, but the closer you go to the next level, the more you could hear.

"Are you sure you know how to work this, Arin?"

"Yeah, my dad worked with this kind of stuff, and he taught me a few things. As long as we get this working, then we can..."

The voice trailed off into silence, and you froze in your steps.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"...it sounded like someone was here. Like a footstep or something."

More silence. Taehyun looked at you with wide eyes. Someone was on the next level, and just like you guys had heard them, they heard you too. With the rest of the boys behind you, no one dared to make a sound or to move an inch.

Grabbing onto the handrail of the staircase tighter, you heard footsteps start to make their way to the stairs. Looking behind you, you saw Mark start to slowly grab one of the guns from his bag, making sure there was at least something to protect you all.

You were able to see the top of the staircase that led to the next floor just by looking up and a bit behind you, and that's when you saw someone step their foot on the stair, clad in dirty white platform boots. From where they were, you knew that they just had to have been able to see at least Taehyun from that angle.

The one in the platform boots had a light step to them, but right beside them was one with a heavy black boot, fearless as they started to stomp down the stairs.

With as quick as they were, Taehyun didn't care about the noise he made, hurriedly grabbing a gun out of his bag and pointing it straight at the figure that then showed themself.

At that moment, Yeonjun, Soobin, nor Mark knew exactly why the gun had slowly slipped out of Taehyun's hand, dropping onto the linoleum floor with a loud clunk.

"B-Beomgyu!" Taehyun stuttered. Right at the top of the staircase was not a stranger, nor was it a dangerous entity. Instead, it was no one other than Beomgyu in the flesh, black hair brushing just past his shoulders and looking dimmer in the eyes than he did before you were all sucked into this dangerous world.

Soobin looked at Mark, as if questioning him on whether 'Beomgyu' was the name of your missing friend, as he didn't remember.

"Taehyun...?" Beomgyu's eyes widened, and he looked behind Taehyun, making eye contact with you, who was speechless. "(Y/N)?...Holy shit."

Just then, the other person with him showed themselves, looking upon you all with curiosity. It was a girl who was much shorter than Beomgyu, and her hair reached past the middle of her back. She was...cute. Her face was round and soft, except for a few scars here and there, but the large sword in her hand contrasted from her looks.

"Do you know them?" She turned to Beomgyu, voice a bit lower than you would've guessed. Beomgyu ignored her, aggressively grabbing Taehyun by his arm and pulling him into a tight hug. Not wanting to feel left out, you ran the rest of the way up the stairs and joined in the hug. You had never thought that you'd be reunited with your best friends as quick as it happened, and it was like the world disappeared in your embrace with them.

"Where the actual hell have you two been?" Beomgyu asked once you all parted from the hug.

"Where have you been?" You retorted, a large smile on your face. "I never expected to find you here, I was afraid we'd have to find our way to level 9 to find you."

"We..." Beomgyu trailed off, looking behind you to see the strangers that he had never met. "I'm guessing that you've been through a few levels."

"Same for you." Taehyun said, looking over at the girl, who was clearly confused.

"Beomgyu, who are they?" She asked him. You tilted your head to the side. Did he not mention you and Taehyun to her? He had to have mentioned you guys once like you had mentioned Beomgyu to the others.

Beomgyu looked back at her with a smile. "I'll explain later." He said, then looked back at you and Taehyun. "We have some catching up to do, but we don't have time now. We need help, follow me."

He hurried up the rest of the stairs to the floor he was on before, the girl hesitantly following behind him, but constantly turning around to look at you. She didn't seem very dangerous, but she slightly weirded you out. Maybe Beomgyu had found her just like how you found Soobin, and he dragged her along with him through the levels.

Once you were all upstairs, Beomgyu led you all to a certain cubicle that looked pretty identical to the other ones throughout the building, except this time, the computer sitting atop the desk actually worked. The screen was dimly lit, although it flickered occasionally.

"This...Arin and I found this computer while exploring the building, and it's the only one that works in the building." Beomgyu said, then he pointed to the corner of the screen where there was one small bar of internet connection. "Not only is there enough electricity to power this, but there's wi-fi here. This is the first level we've been on that had wi-fi connection. We're trying to find a way to get more, but we have no idea where a router could be."

"...so?" Yeonjun spoke up for the first time since meeting the two. "What is wi-fi going to do here?"

"It's not just about what the wi-fi could do for us, it's about where the wi-fi comes from." The girl, Arin, said. "Wi-fi doesn't just appear out of nowhere. It's regulated by someone, most likely a group, a team of people, and it's pulled from a source of power, whether that be a power plant, a dam, or something else. That means that a colony is nearby, and that colony could give answers as to where the next level is." She spoke quickly, energy flowing through her words, and she seemed confident in what she was saying.

"Arin thinks that the connection could come from underground, but...as far as we know, there's no way to actually get underground." Beomgyu said. "The buildings shift so often, and with that, the streets do, too."

"Honestly..." Mark frowned. "We can't help much with that. We haven't been on this level for long, and we haven't even thought about the idea of going underground."

"Well...that's something we'll all have to figure out together." Beomgyu sighed. "Right? You guys aren't...leaving, right?"

"The reason we even went this far was to find you." You smiled. "I'm not sure about the others, but Taehyun and I are not leaving."

Soobin frowned, deciding to keep silent. He was happy that you had found your other best friend, of course, but it seemed that the more people showed up, the more he was pushed to the side. He was the first one to stick to your side here, but he felt unimportant. Like everyone else was priority over him. It was you, Beomgyu, and Taehyun, and everyone else was just...'others'. You two had a connection, though, right? You two had been through a lot together, so he was just as important as Taehyun and Beomgyu...right?

"Good." Beomgyu gave a reassuring smile. "Before we do anything, though...I wanna know what you guys have been up to!" He giggled, doing small jumps up and down. Despite the circumstances, he still seemed like his old self. "We all need a little break, right? Who knows if the next level is gonna be crazy dangerous, let's chill." He grabbed the chair from the desk, and plopped down in it, making himself comfortable. He then noticed how no one moved, tense as ever and confused. "What? Sit down, or something, why are we looking so stressed? There's no dangerous entities here, and it's not like we have a time limit or anything."

"You may not have a time limit, but the only reason I'm here is because I have people that I need to find, so we need to get a move on." Yeonjun growled. Beomgyu recoiled in surprise, putting a dramatic hand on his chest and raising his eyebrows.

"Okay, grumpy, I understand your hurry, but I don't think I can work with you if I don't even know your name, you feel me?" Beomgyu said. "Think of us like coworkers now. You're with my good friends (Y/N) and Taehyun, so let's get to know each other so we won't be awkward, yeah? Sit, sit." He waved his hands down and you followed suit, sitting down on the floor and dragging Yeonjun to sit next to you. He scowled at you, fits balling in anger.

"Yeonjun, we should all get acquainted with each other while we're in a safe level. Who knows when we'll get this chance again?" You whispered to him, then you flinched as you felt someone push into you as they sat down next to you. You turned to see it was Soobin, and he didn't even look at you or apologize. You were a bit confused, but you just brushed it off. He's been so moody lately.

Everyone else sat down, Arin sitting on the floor next to Beomgyu, a wary look in her eyes as she scanned all of you. She was like Beomgyu's guard dog.

Beomgyu was the only one in a chair, appearing like a teacher teaching a second-grade class.

"Everyone, let me introduce myself!" Beomgyu smiled. "My name is Choi Beomgyu, aka (Y/N)'s and Taehyun's bestest friend. And this is my new friend, Arin!" He gestured towards the girl sitting next to him. "How about we all go in a circle and introduce ourselves."

"I didn't sign up for school introductions-"

"My name is Mark!" Mark perked up, a large smile on his face. "It's nice to meet you, Beomgyu and Arin."

"It's nice to meet you too, Mark." Beomgyu smiled, then he slowly looked over at Yeonjun, everyone else doing the same. Yeonjun didn't dare speak a word, a slow fire building up in his sharp eyes.

"This is Yeonjun." You spoke up for him. "And this is Soobin." You knew that Soobin wouldn't want to speak either. You found those two to be similar for a reason.

"Yeonjun and Soobin must be shy." Beomgyu giggled, then his smile faltered and dropped as he looked at you and Taehyun. "But seriously though...where were you guys?"

You were surprised at how serious he got in such a quick manner, but you were wondering the same thing about Beomgyu. Hell, you were happy he was even alive.

"Well...we had an idea as to where you two were." You said, referring to you, Soobin, and Mark. "But I started on level 0...right where we left off at while playing the game."

"...game?" Arin spoke up, and Beomgyu's eyes widened as his gaze flickered from side to side.

"Wait...do you not know how Beomgyu came here?" Taehyun frowned.

"W-we just met, like, I don't know, a few levels ago." Beomgyu said. "I wasn't...I wasn't planning on telling her..." He looked down at her, eyes wide with the slightest hint of fear.

"So, you guys came from the game, as in, Level Infinity?" Arin asked, eyebrows raised high. "I understand not trusting others enough to mention it, but do you not trust me, Beomgyu? A few levels ago is, like, equivalent to a few weeks."

"Time seems to fly by here..." Beomgyu said, avoiding eye contact. "But now you know. And you won't be telling anyone, right?"

"Do you think this is just some big party where everyone knows everyone or something?" Arin frowned, rolling her eyes. "I don't even have no one to tell. You can trust me."

Beomgyu nodded, relaxing as he was let off the hook.

"Soobin came from the game as well." You said, gesturing towards the man beside you.

"Oh, really?" Beomgyu's eyes widened with interest. "What character did you pick?"

"T-the smiler..." Soobin answered quietly.

"Oooh, scary." Beomgyu smiled. "I've got to see that in action."

"So, the powers thing is true?" Arin looked bamboozled.

"Yes, it's all true!" Mark said, excited. "(Y/N) can grow huge metal wings, Soobin can turn into a smiler, and Taehyun can grow these large heavy claws! I've seen it all, and they've saved our lives! Beomgyu, what power do you have?"

"Oh...uh, I chose the tentacle guy." Beomgyu said, but he seemed a bit unsure. "I mean, nothing has happened to me, yet. I've heard of the rumors about the powers, but I didn't think they were actually true."

"Really?" You tilted your head in question. "It hasn't come out once? Not even when you're in danger?"

"Well, shit, it would've been helpful to come out during the times I was seconds away from dying." Beomgyu sighed. "I've had to do things the normal way. Level 9 was exhausting."

"You must've been through a lot." You frowned. "I don't think we would've made it here if it weren't for our powers, honestly. I always knew you were strong."

Beomgyu smiled and looked down, seeming a bit bashful before he changed the subject. "Anyways...how did you all find each other?"

You all explained your stories to Beomgyu, telling him every step of the way as to how you all made it to the current level. Despite telling him all of the...exciting details, you were most curious with how he ended up here, and how he met Arin.

"I still can't believe you had to start from level 0." Beomgyu shook his head after you showed him your black leg. "Having two close encounters with a clump is not for the faint of heart."

"Yeah..." You sighed, rolling your pant leg back to where it was before.

"How did you get here?" Taehyun asked, looking between Beomgyu and Arin.

"Ooh, let me tell you." He took a deep breath. "So, like, as you guys know, I started from level 9, and level 9 seemed innocent and all, I guess. Think of this level, but instead of a city, it was like a suburban neighborhood, but it was always nighttime. I started in this random house, and it was so scary at first, because it was dark, but the house was safe. There was food and water, and even weapons. But leaving the house wasn't the best choice. There were entities everywhere, and unlike this level, they were all dangerous. The worst one was...The Mangled. Or that's what they call it." His face went grim at the thought of the entity. "I don't think I want to explain what happened on that level. Let's just...try our hardest to avoid level 9. I barely even made it out..."

You felt a chill down your spine. You've seen and encountered quite a bit of entities while here, the worst one being Shotaro, or what people call 'The Thing on Level 7'. You couldn't imagine the fact that The Mangled could possibly be even more dangerous.

"Anyways, I ended up making it to level 10." He spoke. "That's where I found Arin."

"I used to live in level 10 for some time, actually." She added. "There almost no one there, including entities. It's just an endless wheat field with a few small houses scattered here and there. I'm still not sure how Beomgyu found me."

"Well, I was fucking starving, and there was a nearby house, so I broke in and she was there." He laughed. "It's relieving to find other people to come along with in these levels. I'm sure you felt the same way when you found Soobin." Beomgyu smiled.

"Y'know, this is cool and all, but I think we really should get going now." Yeonjun said, looking at you as if he was only speaking to you. "You've found your friends, now I would really, really, like to find mine." His eyebrows were furrowed, but his eyes were almost pleading. If you were anything like Yeonjun, you'd know exactly how he felt, and there was that feeling of emptiness on the inside when you were separated from your friends in a place as dangerous as this, not knowing if they were alive or not. Despite the attitude he usually donned, you knew that there was a growing pain inside of Yeonjun that needed to be healed and sitting around wasn't going to heal him.

"He's right." You said, getting up, and dusting your pants off. "I think it's about time for us to try finding the next level. I'm sick of this level, anyways."

Yeonjun seemed relieved that someone was finally listening to him, and he stood up as well.

"Alright then..." Beomgyu sighed. "There's seven of us, now, so...let's not be too worried about how the next level will go, yeah?"

"Oh, by the way, Arin-" Mark reached in his bag to bring out his notebook. "While we're trying to find a way underground, can you describe to me exactly how level 10 was? Since you've lived there, hopefully, you know a lot about it so that I can write my notes about it and your experience there, and then maybe you could..."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at Mark's non-stop talking, already making his way towards the staircase. Beomgyu took one last look at the blinking computer before following suit. There had to be a use for wi-fi in these levels. Maybe...it could serve to connect them all to the real world, and maybe they could find a way out from there. Or maybe it would be the first and last trace of wi-fi they would witness while stuck in the backrooms...

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lcnelyghost · 2 years

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I’ve come to request a Tristan fic! I’m my mind, Tristan is like trying to be a least a little sober so like I feel that he would be a bit mad at the reader for giving into the temptations of getting drunk.

a/n: i’m in my finn phase again rn so i HAD to write this. tristan is definitely one of my favs so i’m more than happy to write about him! thanks anon! also sorry if this took a little bit of a dark turn, i can’t help it when these little ideas begin to pop up and get me typing away.

warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, drug use, past suicide attempts

GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!!

fire with fire ☆

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Tristan sat on the bed of you’re suite, patiently waiting for when you’d arrive again. You told him you were going out but he had no clue where. He trusted you enough to not say anything about it. Although, you did invite him but he quickly declined. He hadn’t really been interested in getting crazy drunk anymore. And it was slowly starting to piss you off.

When you first met Tristan, he was a total party animal. He’d do it all. The drugs, the sex, the drinking, god he’d do everything he could to have a good time. That’s the kind of guy you wanted. That’s what you craved to have.

You got back to the hotel into the early hours of the morning. You were completely shit-faced. No, you hadn’t been unfaithful to Tristan. You just.. enjoyed yourself for once.

You sluggishly rattled the door to you’re suite. You hadn’t brought a key with you but Tristan was always up watching TV, so you’re presence certainly wouldn’t go unnoticed.

He opened the door to see you standing there, giggling maniacally. You’re eye makeup was smudged and whilst being out, you decided to wipe you’re lipstick off. A look of sadness yet annoyance came upon you’re partner’s face.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you’ve been up to. I think I already know the answer.” Tristan scoffed. You shoved past him and flung yourself onto the bed. He hated when you were like this. You could always be such a bitch when you were drunk, not the funny or flirtatious type. Just bitchy.

“I’ve got a life. Why not use it to enjoy what I can?” You snapped at him. He stood there, nose wrinkling in disgust.

“Yeah, you’re right. You have got a life. So why the hell are you wasting it by filling you’re body with all that toxic shit? Seriously Y/n, what’s the point..” He scolded.

You laughed at his comment. Oh, so he’d decided to turn into an innocent, soft angel now? That’s not what you remembered.

“Says the asshole who got me hooked on it from the very start.”

Tristan quickly whipped his head around. He looked hurt. He’d already explained that his time with drink and drugs was over. The both of you knew it was now quite a sensitive subject to bring back up.

“I’m clean, I don’t touch that shit. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.” He snapped back. You rolled over and began to giggle again. He wasn’t finding any of this funny, you could certainly tell that from a mile off.

“Why? Give me one good reason why, huh? Cmon Tristan, it was nice while it lasted. Who’s to say we can’t do it all over again?” He was getting angry now. You were pushing the wrong buttons and you knew it.

“NO!” He roared. “Don’t you remember how I felt during all of that? I don’t recall it being fun. From what I remember, it was just darkness. I did it all and felt nothing. I was ill. I was psychically and mentally fucking ill. Christ, I even managed to hit you!”

“I liked it.”

Tristan took a few steps back, now feeling rather uncomfortable with you’re words. He was devastated that you had tumbled into a full blown addiction. He’d always preferred you being sober. You could turn cruel and vulgar the minute you hit the bottle. He had slowly been watching you turning into what he was in the past. And he couldn’t allow it any longer.

He walked back over to you on the bed and kneeled down. “Y/n, just stop this shit already. Or atleast try. All I got out of this was pain. I did it so the pain could stop, but it didn’t. It just got stronger until I couldn’t fight anymore. Don’t you remember how many times I tried to off myself? You know it wasn’t just because of stress. It was this. Whenever I was like this, I just felt like nothing.”

You felt yourself become a little more serious. You did in fact remember the times where you walked into one of the bathrooms at a party, finding Tristan on the floor, either unconscious or laying in a puddle of his own vomit. He tried so hard to overdose, but somehow only lived through it and made himself worse.

You shakily lifted you’re hand and stroked his cheek. “Mm, sorry..” you slurred. He lay you down properly on the bed and cradled you until he knew you were asleep. Fuck the drugs. Fuck the drink. Fuck the fun. Tristan came first before anything, and that was something you’d never deny.

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angrytreemarten · 1 year

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I’m Starting a Thing

Specifically a fanfic

Specifically Mafiafell!Gaster X My version of the reader

Specifically the reader is a constantly exhausted, constantly drinking coffee, constantly bored, permanent RBF, unamused, loner, bitchy, smartass, and scruffy yet also kind, simple, unjudging, slow-paced, caring, funny, protective, animal loving, oddly smart, wise but doesn’t show it, and a weirdo

Specifically the reader is a legal age to drink (this is more important to the story than you might think)

Specifically this will be an interactive fic

Specifically that means it will run on comments

Spe- Im gonna stop that bit now. What I mean is comments will influence the story

No matter what they are about

Say if you commented “imagine if Y/N just said ‘I don’t take shit from nobody’ when he tried to give them his number”, I would find a way to put that in the story

If you committed something like “their ‘’friendship’’ is the epitome of ‘’Do you take constructive criticism? I only take cash or credit.’’ lol” I would find a way to put that in the story

If you commented something like “Not Y/N making fun of G for being noseless” I would find a way to put that in the story

If you commented something like “I’m confused what theF is happening” I would find a way to put that in the story

Alrightie

Let’s begin

It had been a long day, and Gaster just wanted a drink. As usual, everyone in Grillby’s left quickly at the sight of him. He sat down on a stool next to a drunk who looked to have fallen asleep, and not noticed him.

Gaster POV

I pulled out a cigarette. I reached into my coat pocket only to find a few stitches had come undone and left a hole the perfect size for my lighter to fall out. I grumbled. I noticed a purple glow in front of me.

“Grillby-“

I felt something tap my shoulder. I looked over to see the drunk was handing a lighter to me.

“Don’t bother him. You’re already causing enough damage by scaring off his patronage.”

I was taken aback. Did they know who I was? Even if they didn’t, they should sense the murderous aura my magic was giving, even as a human.

“Tsk. Thanks for the light.”

I lit the cigarette and took a deep breath in. It took me a few moments to notice the human had their chin propped up on their fist, and was staring at me. I turned my head slightly in their direction.

“See something you like?”

The human snorted.

“You fucking wish, ya dirty-minded asshat.”

I chuckled.

“Certainly taking some liberties, assuming I would want you of all people.”

“I think highly of myself. It’s nice having self-esteem. But I guess, you would know best.”

“I would, wouldn’t I? And as you have seen, many others think so as well. As soon as I came in, they knew to leave, else they disrupt my mood, and land themselves a one-way ticket to the pearly gates.”

“I doubt anyone at Grillby’s other than Grillby himself are gonna see heaven.”

Grillby’s flames went wild for a second. I noticed the place where his cheeks would be started glowing a light pink. Interesting. It seems the human made him flustered.

“If you knew Grilby as I did, you wouldn’t assume he’d go to heaven either.”

Grillby nodded.

“I’m no saint.”

“Neither is this asshole.”

The human gestured to me. I took another drag of my cigarette.

“You know, the only reason why I haven’t killed you, is because you gave me a light. But I could easily overlook that.”

The human smiled. It was an oddly pleasant smile. One that made me feel a bit better about everything.

“The only request I have if you do, is for you to kill me in an ally far away from Grillby’s. I’d hate for my favorite monster to lose business just because I couldn’t die anywhere else.”

I sat there, staring at them. I burst into laughter. Once I managed to calm myself into chuckling, I looked back at them.

“You amuse me, human. Consider that something to be proud of. It’s very rare I laugh like that.”

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pandabearisaunicorn · 2 years

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In Hiding

Pairing: Steve x Straight Female!Reader Summary: When three strangers come knocking on your door, you’re confused and surprised by the mission you’re set up with. Will you succeed in helping these people or are you going to fail? Word Count: 2k Warnings: I guess mentioning of death A/N: This story takes place right after Civil War, so mentions of that movie and quotes will be further in the story. Masterlist

Today was just another day, a boring day filled with work and bitchy people. You were currently on your way to work, taking the bus as usual and today everyone was choosing to be a pain in the ass. The bus driver was the only one who offered you a smile. You looked down at your phone in your lap as it lit up, another notification from your now ex-boyfriend. You rolled your eyes as the memories of the two of you fighting a few days ago which led to a break-up. You were happy with how it ended due to you being so unhappy, he treated you like shit to say the least. Your eyes took in the trees that were passing and the summer heat was almost too hard to bear. The sweat pearling at your chest where the cotton fabric of your shirt didn’t cover. That’s when the bus came to a stop, your stop. You sighed before getting up from your seat and walked outside into the thick heated air. You were now in the small town you call home, it was a small community in Texas called Granbury. How your parents found this place is beyond you and you never got to know the reason why they had to flee and leave New York. They had been living under the radar ever since you were 11 years old, moving from city to city before settling here. Now 15 years later, you were 26 and your mother died from cancer and your father is nowhere to be found. That’s exactly how he wanted it as well, no one to find him, not even you. What he worked with was none of your business, that’s was clear from the start.

“Are you gonna stand around all day or start to work?” That familiar voice echoed through your head as you snapped out of your thoughts, looking over at your co-worker and closest friend Amelia. Her thick black curly hair tied in a tight bun at the back of her neck. Her sweet brown eyes looking at you with concern. “Yes, I will. Sorry” You breathed out before walking towards the back of the café and putting your apron and name tag on.

And that’s what you did all day, serving people coming in and out. Some were nice regulars, some were sweet newcomers and some just rude. It always needs to be someone rude, isn’t there? You could feel the hunger and thirst taking over you as you were on your 6th hour. A big sigh left your lips as you walked to the back and your hand massaging your neck, feeling the hot and sticky skin under your fingers. Your y/h/c curled around your face as the heat took over the styling you did this morning. The braid now extremely heavy on your scalp. You took a glass from the staff shelf and filled it up with cold water, the feeling of the cold against your skin was a relief. You brought the cold water to your lips and drank the whole glass in one go. A sigh of relief leaving your lips as you realize its close to closing time. Your peace was disturbed as the door to the staff room was opened harshly.

“You leave early today, you look horrible” Amelia said as she stood beside you, her dark skin glowing from sweat and sweet eyes looking at you. “Are you sure? You don’t need help closing?” You asked as you set the glass down on the counter in front of you. “I’m sure, you could use an early night before your beloved free weekend” She said jokingly and nudged your arm with hers. “Thank you” You exclaimed and threw your arms around her making her squeal in surprise.

After that it didn’t take you long to rush home, you managed to make the bus on time and felt at ease knowing you had two days off from work. All you wanted to do when you got home was to sit in your hammock on the porch reading your favorite book with a glass of wine. You just couldn’t wait.

That’s exactly what you did when you got home, you changed into a loose fitted t-shirt that used to be your dads, an old Metallica logo on it, totally worn out and a pair of bike shorts. You curled up in your hammock and poured yourself a glass of wine before disappearing into the story you had in hand, so much so that you didn’t even notice the huge range rover that drove up on your small driveway.

“Excuse me miss?” A deep voice brought you out of your fantasy land and you looked up at the tall man in front of you, a wide smile on his lips as you furrowed your brows. “Yes um hello” You said questionably as you looked over his shoulder noticing two more people, another very tall and handsome man with dirty blonde hair and a woman with very noticeable red hair looking your way. You looked back at the man just in front of the railing to your porch. “Hi, are you y/n Hunt?” The man asked and you just simply nodded your head. “Do you know who we are?” The woman asked you as she walked closer, and you looked at her awkwardly. “No, am I supposed to?” You said and she laughed a little at your response, a sigh of relief leaving all of them. “Well, both yes and no. Your father sent us here, said you’d be able to keep us hidden” The tall blonde man said, simply and sharp making you look at him with some disgust, not liking his tone compared to other two in front of you. “My father? How come you know him? I haven’t heard from him in years” You said with a slight sadness in your tone. “He used to work with us back in New York, before we decided to break some rules against the government” The woman said, pulling out her phone from her pocket. “And since he likes us and sides with us, he told us to come here. He wanted us to call him when we got here to ensure you were still safe” “He wants to talk to me?” You questioned and the look of sympathy took over the woman’s face. “Of course, lets introduce ourselves first since we will be spending quite some time together, I’m Natasha, this is Sam he’s the funniest of those two” She said with a warm smile and Sam waved politely to you. “And the grumpy one is Steve, he isn’t always like this, he’s just mad we lost and have to leave everything behind. Even if it’s for the greater good” “Well you already know who I am, I just want to talk to my father before letting you inside” You said and Natasha gave you her phone, the number to call ready for you to press it.

You excused yourself before going into your house and you sat down on the couch in the living room. A quiet place so you could call him in peace, knowing you’ll be emotional. You took a big breath before pressing the number on the screen. A big picture of yourself filling the screen and then there he was. Your dad, after all these years you finally saw his aging face. His salt and pepper beard, the white hair and his blue eyes you adored so much.

“Hi pumpkin” He said, tears building in both of your eyes as you saw each other. “Hi dad” You choked out and wiped away the small tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “I guess you met my friends, I need you to take care of them for me, can you do that?” He said, a loving gaze looking at you. “Yeah, I will do my best” You said, feeling proud that your father trusted you with this. Sure he told you to stay hidden, stay put when he left so no one could hurt you. “You are safe right darling?” He asked you, concern written all over his face. “Yes dad, I’ve kept myself low key. I have a job in town, nothing major since you still send me money, but I needed to get out of the house. I have an amazing friend Amelia, she cares for me so much” You said and he looked so proud of you. “That’s great sweetheart, what else have you been up to? Any boys I need to hurt?” He asked more jokingly than serious. You laughed at the comment before looking down in your lap. Remembering your now ex-boyfriend and what he used to do to you. “ I had a boyfriend for a long time, it was great in the beginning, it always is. Then he became someone else, treated me like shit” You said, not wanting to continue telling your dad the rest, that was nothing you wanted to share. “But enough of that, how are you?” “I’m fine honey, I just need to take care of a few things before coming home. The most important thing is that I’m safe now and the three people outside your door right now need your full attention. You know where all my stuff is hidden, you know exactly what to do if any threat comes to you. You flew with them if any harm comes your way, you understand pumpkin?” He said, stress evident on his face as he looks out the window beside him. “Yes, dad I know. I love you” You said and his eyes turned back to you. “I love you too sweetheart, very much. Stay safe, okay?” He said before the call ended quickly.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks as you realized that your dad, wasn’t safe. He was on the run just as the three people standing on your driveway this very moment. You had to keep them safe even if it meant your dad couldn’t come home, he never could in the first place. He wouldn’t risk that to you, still you didn’t know what he had done and what kind of work he did. Only that it was too dangerous to know.

You took a big breath before raising to your feet and walking out to the front door, opening it and you met Natasha on your porch.

“I didn’t listen of that’s what you’re thinking” She said with a warm smile on her lips. There was something about her that made you feel safe, you like her. “It’s okay, you’re welcome inside” You said and widened the door for her to walk inside. The men following her, no bags with them, nothing. “You did pack light” “We didn’t have time” Steve said and walked past you, certainly feeling himself at home as he sat down in the kitchen. “We only had time to get in disguise before leaving Wakanda” Sam said and you just looked at him. “Wait, Wakanda’s real?” You asked him and he looked down at you in awe. “Yes, it is and we know the king” He said proudly making you smile at the man. “And one of ours is there in hiding, taking care of his so-called issues” “Well a brainwashed assassin wouldn’t really fit the country vibe now would it?” Natasha said and sat down next to Steve at the round table, looking up at you with big eyes. “I’m not sure if you’re joking or not, but no, definitely would have ruined the vibe I have here” You said with a hint of humor in your voice which Steve caught, making him smile at the comment. “But if I may ask, how should we disguise you from the world?” “I thought that would be your problem to solve” Sam said and sat down next to Natasha, all of them looking up at you. “Well, then I have a lot to work on. Good I have two days off work then” You said and sat down next to them, laughter escaping all of their mouths as you released the tension in the room with your comment.

And that’s exactly what you did for the rest of the night, planning on how the hell you would be able to disguise three new people into this small town where everyone knew everyone. This would be a hard puzzle to solve, but the trust your dad had in you, you couldn’t do anything but succeed right? Right?

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