#“IM GONNA FIND A PLACE ON THE WALL TO HANG THIS”

[wtftaylr]

got another round of NPC busts done!! can anyone else hear boone say yeah or is that just me sdjsskddf

[ha-rinrin]

Home in the Madness

summary: In the heart of a chaotic hideout, surrounded by machinery and unfinished projects, a makeshift family finds comfort in each other.

Pairing: Jinx x Fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Authors note: Im feeling real low but writing about Jinx and Isha brings me serotonin.

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The hideout was as chaotic as ever, filled with the constant hum of machinery and the unmistakable scent of burnt metal. It was the kind of place that could make anyone feel lost in the mess, yet here, in the middle of it all, there was something beautifully grounding about the way you, Jinx, and Isha existed together. The walls were covered in graffiti, the floors cluttered with half-finished projects, but in the midst of the madness, there was a family—an unspoken bond that ran deeper than the wreckage of the world around you.

You sat beside Jinx on the floor, her warm, electric energy radiating off her, drawing you in like a magnet. She was showing Isha how to assemble a small gun, her hands moving with practiced ease, but it wasn’t just the task at hand that made your heart race. It was the way Jinx looked at you when she thought no one was watching, her eyes softening just for a moment before she went back to her usual chaos.

She was yours in a way no one could ever understand—wild, unpredictable, and impossibly charming. You were more than just partners; you were a team, and in this makeshift family you’d created, the love between the two of you was undeniable. Jinx’s playful touches, the way she leaned in just a little closer when explaining something to Isha, the light teasing in her voice—it was all wrapped in layers of affection that only you could truly see. You knew her better than anyone, her quirks, her flaws, her genius, and above all, the love she had for you.

“Okay, kiddo, you see these parts?” Jinx said, her voice playful and energetic as she held up a small metal piece. “This is the trigger guard. We gotta be careful with it, alright? If you mess up, it’s not a ‘boom,’ but it’s still a pop that’s gonna sting.”

Isha nodded seriously, her wide eyes focused on Jinx, hanging on every word. “A pop,” she repeated, her voice almost a whisper as if speaking too loudly might ruin everything. She took the metal piece in her tiny hands and studied it.

You watched her, your heart fluttering as she gently guided Isha’s hands. You couldn't help but smile, loving the way her energy filled the space, making it feel like home.

Isha looked up at you both with wide, eager eyes, clearly trying her best to mirror everything Jinx was doing. “Like this, right?” she asked, holding up the piece of metal like it was the most important thing in the world.

You leaned in, your hand brushing against Jinx’s as you offered a gentle correction, your fingers tracing the outline of Isha’s little hands. “Just a bit to the left, like this,” you murmured, looking at Isha with the kind of softness that only came when you were with them.

Isha's eyes sparkled with determination as she followed your instructions, her little fingers carefully holding the pieces together. She glanced up at you, then over to Jinx, looking for approval.

“Looking good, kid!” Jinx chimed in, leaning closer to inspect Isha’s progress. Her voice was as encouraging as it was teasing. “You’re gonna be the best gunsmith in the Lanes at this rate.”

Isha beamed at the compliment, a proud smile spreading across her face. She tightened her grip on the parts, adjusting them ever so slightly before her hands froze. “Am I doing it right?”

“Perfect,” you reassured her, leaning in to gently guide her hands into place. “You just need a bit more pressure on the side here, like this—”

Just as you finished the sentence, Sevika's low, almost inaudible chuckle broke through the stillness of the room. You glanced up and saw her sprawled across the couch, arms crossed, eyes watching you three with a calm amusement. She didn’t seem to mind the chaos—she had gotten used to it long ago—but you could tell she was enjoying the scene. There was something comforting in seeing the whole family together, in its own disjointed, chaotic way.

“Are you sure teaching her to make guns is safer than bombs?” Sevika’s voice was laced with dry humor, but there was an underlying affection in the way she watched over you all. She didn’t often show it, but her eyes softened whenever she saw you and Jinx together, especially with Isha.

Jinx let out a mischievous giggle, leaning over to poke you in the side. “Hey, I didn’t think Isha needed to make any big explosions just yet.” She shot Sevika a look, her grin wide and full of playful challenge. “Gotta start small, right?”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, giving a half-smile as she pushed herself up from the couch, walking over to where you, Jinx, and Isha were. “You two are going to turn her into a walking arsenal, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jinx replied with mock innocence, but there was a flicker of pride in her voice. “Just showing her the basics. Gotta be prepared, right?”

You’d never imagined a life like this, especially not with Isha—your heart swelled as you realized just how much she had become part of your world. Over the past few months, she'd grown on you, not just as Jinx’s sidekick, but as your little girl. She was smart, fierce, and sweet in ways that surprised you. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t technically your child; she was family, your child. You loved her fiercely, like you loved Jinx.

Isha proudly held up the completed gun, a wide grin on her face. 'I did it!” she declared, her voice full of pride and excitement.

“Perfect!” Jinx cheered, her voice full of pride as she high-fived Isha. You could see the joy in her eyes as she ruffled Isha’s hair, her usual carefree grin softening with an unexpected hint of pride.

You smiled at her, the love for this little girl bubbling in your chest. “You did amazing, Isha,” you said softly, pulling her into a quick hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

Your eyes met Jinx’s for a moment, and there was a softness there, something you hadn’t seen in a while. Without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a soft kiss. In that fleeting moment, the world fell away, leaving just the two of you. You could feel her wild affection for you—untamable and pure. She was more than just Jinx, more than the chaos. She was yours, and you were hers. The bond between the two of you had grown so strong, woven through with every shared look, every touch, and every moment spent together, even in the madness.

As she pulled away, her fingers lingered on your hand, her thumb tracing the lines of your palm in a soft, intimate gesture. There was a glimmer of something deeper in her eyes—something that made your heart beat just a little faster, something that said everything without saying a word.

“Love you,” Jinx whispered, her voice quiet but steady. You could feel the weight of those words, how much she meant them. She didn’t need to say it often; you both knew.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice just as soft as you gave her hand a gentle squeeze. 

You leaned back against the wall beside Jinx, your hand instinctively finding hers. In that simple touch, you realized that, amid all the madness, this moment felt like home. There was something so natural about it now, like the two of you were always meant to be here, in this messy hideout, teaching Isha how to make guns. You and Jinx were in love, but it was more than that. It was a deep, unshakeable connection that made everything feel like it had meaning, even in the chaos of the Lanes.

Jinx grinned, her heart clearly swelling with affection for the girl who had become part of the fabric of her world. “She’s gonna be unstoppable,” Jinx said with a laugh, her eyes meeting yours once more, this time with something even deeper than mischief. Something that said, without words, this is home.

Sevika snorted, shaking her head. “Don’t get any ideas, Jinx. I’m not cleaning up after all the disasters you two are going to cause.”

Jinx winked at her, her fingers still intertwined with yours. “No promises,” she teased. But there was warmth in her voice, a depth to it that spoke volumes.

You, Jinx, Isha, and Sevika—somehow, despite everything—had become a family. It wasn’t a traditional one. Hell, it wasn’t even close. But in the chaotic, unpredictable world you all lived in, it was more than enough. And as Isha held the gun frame proudly in her hands, a bright smile lighting up her face, you realized that this—this chaotic, loud, beautiful family—was everything you needed.

[uwu-bxtch]

||BOTH AIN’T SHIT|| t.f.

summary :: “Fuck it, guess we both ain’t shit.” OR you decide to unblock toji (again) after getting bored of your boyfriend (again).

content :: toji fushiguro x reader, smut, 18+, cheating, female anatomy, nicknames (pretty girl, doll, pretty, baby), profanity (duh), reader is lowkey a runner, inspired by b.a.s. by megan thee stallion (my queen)

a/n :: guys this is my first ever smut SO BE NICE (pls im sensitive) !! also take this as a peace offering for taking so long to post chapter one of bad habits 😭 i’m so sorry pookies

you stared at the text on your phone with a bored expression.

ten minutes ago

that fucker left you on delivered for ten minutes. you know he’s most likely busy, but you can’t find it in you to care. you were never the one to wait, especially for a man. rolling your eyes, you leave the messaging app and go to your contacts. you go to the block folder and and go straight for one name.

toji

unblocking him, you immediately call his number.

ring…ring…ri-

“and to what do i owe the pleasure?”

your eyebrow twitches, you could practically feel his smirk.

“you already know what i want.”

“awe this one isn’t treating you right? when you gonna stop dealing with those boys you seem to attract.”

“whenever you stop dealing with those girls that like to flock around you,” you bite back, attitude already manifesting.

“fair, my place or yours?”

you huff before responding, “packing my bag right now.”

he lets out a grunt before you hang up. a grin spreads across your face as excitement rushes through your body. it’s been months since the two of you saw each other and you’ll never admit it, but you kind of miss him. to be fair, you do block him whenever you’re in a new relationship, but they never last that long.

————

the man never locks his door so you don’t bother knocking. you walk in and take your shoes off before making a beeline to his room. you heard his shower running so you put your bag down and make yourself comfortable on toji’s bed.

you look around the room from your spot, everything looks the same. except a bright pink and lacy thong near his closet door. you roll your eyes at the thought of someone else being under him, though you can’t be too upset since you’re doing the same thing.

“look at you sitting pretty and waiting for me.”

your thoughts were interrupted by the man in a towel. he looked so fucking hot fresh out the shower. hair slightly sticking to his face, water droplets gently caressing his muscles, you squeeze your thighs together as you stare. ignoring your arousal, you look away and nod your head towards the thong.

“your girlfriend’s or something?” you asked, wrinkling your nose. toji lets out a low chuckle, glancing at the thong before he slowly approaches you on the bed.

“not quite.”

“you don’t gotta lie, it’s not like i really give a fuck.” you say as you begin to take off your shorts.

toji stops you and replaces your hand with his so he can take them off himself. he traps you in place with his knees so you’re looking up at him.

“attitude already? someone missed me.”

toji smirks up at you, throwing your bottoms across the room and working on your panties. another wave of arousal hits you as you watch his facial expression.

“no i-“

“you don’t have to lie, i know you.” he smirks as you scoff at him.

your panties are off and toji groans at the sight of your pulsing pussy, already dripping with arousal. he uses his middle and ring finger to gather your slick and tease your hole. you whine impatiently as you try to grind onto his fingers but his other hand holds your hips down.

“shush, you know how this goes.” he scolds, causing you to whine more.

he prods your entrance with his middle finger for a moment before plunging both of them inside you.

“oh fuck-“

you moan as you lay your head back onto a pillow. your walls tighten around his fingers as you try to move your hips, but toji’s grip stays strong.

“she really hasn’t been fucked right if you’re going crazy over my fingers.”

toji continues to pump his fingers into you, using his thumb to firmly rub your clit. you let out quiet moans as your body slightly tenses up at every jolt of pleasure.

“c’mon pretty, relax a bit,” he says to you as he works your pussy open, curling his fingers up to search your sweet spot. one more rough push and he ended up hitting it, causing your body to jerk a bit.

“yes, right there!” you moan out, attempting to squeeze your legs together but toji forced them open.

“we’re having none of that, you got it?”

you weakly nod as he continues to abuse your cunt with his fingers, repeatedly jabbing your sweet spot and roughly rubbing your clit.

“ah, fuck i’m gonna-“

you cut yourself off with a high pitched whine as the knot in your stomach snaps. toji continues to fuck you through your high.

“that’s it, there you go.”

once you’ve calmed down, he took his fingers out of you and leaves you to clench around nothing. he leans in close to your face to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. his tongue immediately invades your mouth, and you start sucking on it without a second thought. the only sounds that could be heard in the room were your quiet moans and your lips smacking.

as you guys continue to kiss, no one wanting to detatch for air, you feel something poke your bare thigh. breaking from the kiss, you look down to see toji’s bulge poking through his towel. despite just having an orgasm, the sight of how painfully hard he was made your pussy throb. you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“you wanna help me out baby?” he asked, already removing the towel from his waist. 

you nod as you both adjust your positions. toji sits at the edge of the bed while you sit on your knees between his thighs. you look up at him with hooded eyes as he gives himself a couple of pumps. he gently slaps his cock on your lips and lets out a groan.

“fuck. suck it good baby.”

you grip his dick firmly, giving it a kitten lick before kissing it. it was thick and heavy in your hand, the tip an angry shade of red while dripping with precum.

you open your mouth and put as much as you could inside, using your hand to stroke the rest. you hollow out your cheeks as you bob your hand up and down, tongue swirling his tip. toji ran his finger through the roots of your hair before gripping a handful. he gave your hair a slight tug, causing you to moan around his dick.

“shit. ju-just like that.”

your hand slipped down to your pussy to play with your clit as you tried to take in more of him. the room was filled with your muffled moans and his pants and occasional praises. you were close to making yourself cum and, by the way toji’s cock twitched, you could tell he was close too.

“fuck. stop.”

you ignored him and kept going until he tightened his grip on your hair and pulled you off.

“i said off.”

he uses his other hand to squeeze your cheeks and makes you look up at him, leaning dangerously close to your face. 

“what i do?” you ask, slight desperation in your voice. 

“you think you can cut me off for months and expect me to not cum in your pussy?”

“i jus’ wan—“

“on the bed doll.”

you got up off your knees with some help and crawled back onto the bed. shortly after laying on your back, toji slots himself between your legs. he grabs one of your legs and dangle it over his shoulder. with the other hand, he grips his cock and rubs it up and down between your slit, covering it in your juices.

he rubs circles into the thigh on his shoulder as he stares into your eyes.

“you ready baby?”

“please.”

toji lined himself up before plunging into your tight hole. you let out a broken moan as you felt him fill you up. he didn’t give you a chance to adjust before he started mercilessly pounding into your pussy.

“fuck- squezin’ me so tight,” he grunted out, pushing your leg to your chest to fuck into you deeper. the stretch made you roll your eyes back

with every thrust, you let out a fucked out moan.

“fuckin’ me s’ good. needed your dick so bad.” you whine, eyes rolling back with every jolt of pleasure. 

“yeah? that little—ngh—boyfriend of yours wasn’t cutting it?”

he huffs as he is eyes travel from your fucked out face to your tits bouncing with every thrust. you blindly reach for his free hand and, without thinking, led it up to your neck. he smirks as he tightens his grip around your neck just enough to make you feel light headed.

“fuck— yesyesyes…”

as you feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure started to get a little overwhelming. you reach down to attempt to push him away but toji kept going, keeping you in place while leaning down to kiss along your jaw.

“haven’t been fucked properly in so long you running away now?”

he doesn’t expect you to answer, recognizing how fucked out you are. he was also close to reaching his high, but he’d be damned if he came first.

“no—no one will fuck you like i do, yeah?” he growls into your ear, moving his hips to fuck you in a different angle. his rhythm faltered a bit as your pussy gripped his dick tighter.

“yes, o—only you can fuck me like this!” you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.

“i know you’re close doll, go ahead and cream on my dick.”

with the permission you didn’t know you needed, you finally let the tension in your body snap, squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your arms around his neck. a wave of pleasure flowed through your body as your pussy had a death grip on toji’s dick.

“oooh shit, yes!”

you cumming set his orgasm off as he gave you one more deep thrust before cumming inside of you, removing his hand from your neck and lifting you off the bed with the arm to hold you closer.

“that’s a good girl.” toji groans, holding you in place as you milk him dry. you both stay like that while you come down from your highs.

toji gently lowers you back on the bed and slowly pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the empty feeling. you move your arms from his neck and grab his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. he reciprocates and the kiss is slow and gentle, but still a little desperate. you moan into the kiss as he sucks on your tongue.

after a few moments, when you two are fully relaxed, the kiss breaks. toji slowly gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom. it only takes a minute before he’s back with a wet washcloth. he begins to wipe the sweat off your body before cleaning your sensitive area. he’s not the most gentle, but it was still sweet.

————

the silence was comforting before toji’s phone started ringing.

“hello?…yeah sorry, i can’t chill today…family shit, you know how it is…”

he’s sitting next to you, one arm around your shoulder as he talks to who you’re assuming is his girl. you look over at him, biting back a laugh so as to not get him into trouble. then you hear your phone start to buzz. you grab it from the bedside table and look at the texts.

sorry it’s been a while, i got caught up in some work.

it’s okay, it wasn’t really important. we can hang later this week

after sending that text you look over to toji, who’s smirking at you.

“you ain’t shit,” you assume he was reading the messages after he hung up the phone.

“neither are you,” you say back, returning the smirk.

toji shrugged before leaning back into the headboard.

“fair…you want takeout?”

“always.”

both of y’all really ain’t shit.

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[chenlezip]

tell your friends ♡

⤷ summary : you tell your friends you hate him but you can't get enough.

warnings : smoker!reader + smoker!hyuck (my baddd), swearing, not proof read.. idk what else ngl.. >_<

annas note : literally just got this idea because im listening to music while writing and.. chase atlantic came on, heard that line and thought, hell yeah i know what i'm gonna write. also lil smau? idk? im also really craving a sex on the beach now.. *lets out a heavy sigh* beggars can’t be choosers..

and… here you are, stood outside a random club waiting for your friends to come meet you. you were clad in a cute jean mini skirt, a bralette with a small cardigan on and knee high boots; obviously paired with cute accessories and having your hair done nicely, what if you saw a cute boy? you had to be prepared.

as you waited, you had a look at all the people who were heading inside, they were dressed just as good. i guess this club is where all the attractive people go, huh? you thought to yourself before you noticed one man who looked oddly very familiar. fuck, it’s haechan.

haechan noticed you out the corner of his eye as he waited outside with a friend, smirking and nudging the boy beside him, eyeing your direction. the boy looked over and noticed you, he looked stunned almost, immediately turning back around to haechan and whispering. you wondered what they were talking about but before you could go over, you heard karina screaming your name.

“y/n! oh my god!” she smiled as she ran toward you, engulfing you into a tight hug. it’s been a while since you’ve all seen each other so it was nice to finally get to hang with your girls again. “i’ve missed you guys so much, ugh.. you all look so good!”

“as do you!! i can’t wait to get fucked up tonight, i’ve already pre booked a taxi so do nottt worry~ i’ve got us covered, it’ll be coming 2am so we should leave early just to make sure we get it alright,” giselle explained to you all as you nodded in return, “i can give you some money toward it when i’m not wasted - just let me know, okay?” you smile as she shook her head.

“no need y/n, it’s my treat, come on!” giselle dragged you and the girls inside, sitting in a booth and scouring through the drinks menu. “i don’t know what to get.. everything sounds good,” ningning mumbled as she looked at the rest of you, “anyone know what they’re getting?”

“i’m just gonna get a sex on the beach - always my go to,” you spoke up as you waited for the others to be done deciding. once you all were, you ordered and had them delivered to the table, thanking the waiter who brought them over.

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you excuse yourself from the girls for a moment, wanting some fresh air and to light up a cigarette. you were dying for one and the alcohol in your system wasn’t helping your case either. as soon as you stepped out the club, you felt the night air hitting you and you let out a soft sigh. the wind made you feel a little bit more sober. you spark up a cig and place it between your lips, inhaling and breathing in the smoke. oh, how you missed this.

“got a spare?” you recognise that voice from anywhere. you gaze up and see haechan standing just opposite you, a lazy grin on his face as he stared you up and down. you just give him the one you were just smoking and spark up another. “thanks.” he says as he leans against the wall beside you.

“no problem,” you respond coldly as you look away, trying to find anything other than him to look at but you can’t help your eyes from wandering back.. he looked good tonight. his floppy brown hair was slicked back nearly, his golden skin glistening under the street light that was outside the club, a leather jacket and his white shirt adorning his body. you swore to yourself the last time you saw haechan that you still hated him.. but he knows otherwise and deep inside, so do you.

“still claiming you hate me then?” he eyed you, turning to lean on his shoulder now. you cough, “what?” you didn’t expect him to ask you that out of the blue. “you tell your friends you hate me but i know you can’t get enough, y/n, you’re not very secretive with it, huh?” he blew smoke out into the air. you focused on the way his lips parted a little, his jaw.. his adam’s apple.

you shake your head, “you’re seeing things lee donghyuck, maybe you should see someone for these delusions?” he just laughed in your face and threw his (your) cigarette to the ground, “yeah.. maybe i should, huh? but i won’t if you come crawling back again tonight,” he says before stepping on it to put it out properly and walking back inside the club. you go on your phone after he’s left and quickly type something on twitter, posting it to your private account.

you decide to head back inside and you just can’t seem to get your mind off of him, your eyes wandering around the club to find him. you see he’s got a pretty girl slung around him, she’s pressing her body up against him. never mind, you definitely hate him, why were you even starting to like a frat boy anyway? hello?

[youronlydarlin]

drooling, begging, scratching at your door for more loser simon content

warning: ooc Simon cus he's a loser here, cum brained Si, you're kinda a slut in this one sorry, readers gender not specified, overstimulation, sub–ish but also kinda not really Si??

Loser! Simon who was actually supposed to be a one night stand only. Hell, if it weren't for your wandering eyes catching sight of him half chubbed up in his pants you would've never agreed. You don't just go around accepting any lay that comes your way. It pays to be a careful slut, yeah? But he's eager, too eager. Back straightening at all the sudden attention he's getting from pretty lil you. And you are pretty. So pretty in fact, that Johnny caught him eyeing you from across the bar. The man playfully nudging him in the elbow, followed by a wink and a whistle. "Go get 'em, LT.." at this point Loser! Simon knew he was caught. so what was the point of hiding it any longer...?

Loser! Simon who told himself that this was only gonna lead to rejection. That he'd just end up drinking whatever he bought for this incredibly attractive stranger. Color him surprised when you actually laughed at his jokes. sneakily raking your eyes up and down his frame like a predator toying with prey. At some point you've started massaging his thigh and Simon internally beats himself up for not thinking ahead of this. You're voice is so fucking hot though, that's for sure.

He's cute, yeah. The way he acts as if you're the one asking for sex is endearing but overall pretty boring. Kicking it up a notch, you do a risky move. Unsure if it's too much and he ends up deciding to forfeit and blue ball himself tonight. Leaning in close, you whisper something filthy in his ear. Surprised at just how quickly the bulge in his pants started to grow, what caught you off guard is how he's holding on so tightly to your waist now. Cheeky. Since when did he wrap his arms around you?

And that brings us to now.

You, bent over some grimy concrete wall at the back of this shoddy ass bar. Seems he was to impatient to get to a motel or something because he's jackhammering into you without a care in the world. Or a thought at that. It's like his hips move on their own, cock spearing you so impossibly deep that you feel him bulge through your stomach. The skin stretching, struggling to keep him all in.

Loser! Simon doesn't know what he's doing with his hands, he knows he should stabilize your position so he wraps his arms around your middle. Keeping you pressed up against him and the sensation is dizzying, the way it feels like he's consumed you body and soul. He has you trapped and overstimulated without meaning too. All he knows is that you're nearly screaming with pleasure, writhin' n squirmin' all cute. Mouth hanged open and tongue lolling out. He wants to kiss you. Wants your hot mouth on his. So he presses himself a little closer, hitting a little deeper than necessary and all of a sudden his plan to steal a quick kiss like a little shit has you reeling back ang cumming your brains out. You make a mess im return, hole getting tighter and tighter until you're milking Si all of he's worth. "Shit. Shit, shit– cumming. Sorry, m' cumming, cum– Fuckk." He reaches his peak and what feels like euphoria. Flooding your hole with hot, sticky cum. And you find yourself being tipped over the edge a second time.

Loser! Simon who just pants about you, you groan at the creeping feeling of soreness in your body and Si thinks you might be feeling uncomfortable. Pulling his now soft cock out of your used hole. The breeze hitting your sensitive spots make you hiss, followed by a whimper as you feel the evidence of tonights rendezvous flow out and trickle down your thighs. Not a another second passes by before you feel the comfortable weight of a jacket being wrapped over your form. He helps you up on shaky legs and offers to take you back to his place. Looking for a round 2?

a/n: this is shitty but m' horny so eh, m' so sorry that this took so long anon 😭 trying to clear out my inbox y'all. Double upload yeyy, this was still kinda bad, still trying to get back in the zone

Yours, truly,

–Dolly

[rileys-battlecats]

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☁️ the-fluffiest-puddle follow

I cannot believe the things my friends talk me into. on an unrelated note where can you hide a baby coyote

#puddletalks #seriously where did they find that thing #and WHY did they keep it??

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⭐️ larkstar-unofficial follow

if you catch prey and eat it before bringin anything back to the clan i'll kill you on sight <3 many such cases, unfortunately

🌠 larkstar-official follow

Laureltail I know this is you. I've told you twice now to delete this blog. Meet me in my den this evening, we're having a talk

⭐️ larkstar-unofficial follow

chat i think im going to die tonight

#remember me #never forget my sacrifice

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🐆 speckled-trees-and-autumn-leaves follow

people looove to ask me "oh birchspeckle tell me the future, will the clan thrive this greenleaf, will i find a mate that loves me" but then the SECOND i tell them the exact time and date of their death suddenly I'M the bad guy?? like ok sweaty you're the one that was after forbidden knowledge you don't get to be choosy about what you learn

#justmedicinecatthings #seriously they get so upset when they learn this stuff like. how do you think i feel? #i just gotta sit on this information forever? im not allowed to vent?? #this is why i never hang out in the camp smh

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anybody else finding the torment relentless

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This is your reminder to stretch before partaking in any strenuous activity! The best way to stay healthy and happy is to take steps to avoid being hurt in the first place. Stretching first may seem like a waste of time, but I promise it's much better to spend a few minutes stretching your legs before hunting than to spend a few days in the medicine den recovering from a pulled muscle!

#PSA #selfcare #safe practices

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I don't want to name any names, but I feel like we as a clan have an issue with delegation of labor when it comes to the care of our most vulnerable members. Watching the kits is all well and good, but as the only current queen in the nursery right now, I find myself doing so much repair work for the den walls all by myself. Nominally, our apprentices ought to be doing much of this work, but quite frankly, our 'paws simply don't have the necessary experience to fix the more delicate areas, and I have ended up redoing much of their work myself. This isn't to disparage our apprentices, they've been doing their best, but I have ideas as to how we might better address these issues as a clan.

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#genuinely I think we could be doing this so much more efficiently #like I understand that the 'paws need the learning experience #but not at the cost of our kitten's warmth and safety #you know? #and that's not even mentioning the elder's den

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You ok, Hawkpaw?

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COYOTE PUP ON MY KEYBOARD

#HELP

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The dawn patrol spotted bear tracks this morning just past the northeastern border, near the old hemlock tree. The tracks were old, and did not lead into Micaclan territory. Be that as it may, remember to remain on guard, and to travel in groups of 3 or more until it can be confirmed that the bear has not remained close by.

#PSA #patrol reports

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Why is Sandleap retching into the bushes

#should i really be asking? #do i even want to know?

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gonna stuff a frog inside a squirrel for my morning meal. surf and terf

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you can't tell me what to do

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It can't be that bad!

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#the texture #its so bad #i dont want to waste prey but. i dont think i can swallow this #not pogchamp

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[iluvwomensm]

synopsis: you woke up wanting to stay where you lay wondering how long you could stay and still have time to get ready before youre running late for work

sevika, vi, ellie williams, abby anderson

wc: 6.9 i got rlly carried away ngl i was gonna keep going too

a/n: inspired by thr fact im sick as ever right now and hopelessly a woman lover. not a lot of dialog because 1. i was already yapping and 2. im not the best at it yet (i wrote this for like 3-4 hours its 5am omfg???)

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       your skin has a not nearly subtle chill that you cant get rid of no matter how much you nuzzle into the shoulder of your girlfriend who was laying relaxed with an arm around you finding its place on your side she slowly woke thought due to not feeling you gettin up at your usual time pawing at your side she mutters through her half asleep state "you gonna get up? youll be late for work" when you dont respond she shifts towards the night stand on her side of the bed reaching to turn the lamb on you grumble half annoyed at the loss of her warmth she flicked the light on and takes in your slightly dewy skin ass you squint through crusty morning eyes adjusting to the light and shuddering just enough of her to take notice you breathe in a crunchy breathe as you release an even crunchier cough turning your head down as to not cough on her.

        your girlfriend cups your chin tilting your head upward and plants the back of her hand on your forehead feeling your blazing skin "your staying home" she declares reaching around your sick form to grab your phone to text your boss for you. you grumble something incoherent, something your both sure arent even words as she sends the text and sets your phone back face down returning her full attention to you. she hates seeing you in such a pained way with a scrunched up face as u sniffle away your dripping nose.

        she wants to do anything she can to help you so she offers with a tone softer than fresh cotton "i can go to the store real quick and get some medicine" you cling to her wordlessly conveying your need for her presence she holds you back gently rubbing circles oh your arm before you wince softly finally speaking "my body hurts in all the worst ways" you say face pouty following up with "i feel like im being poked with needles everywhere AND im cold" your girlfriend huffs out a small laugh at your cute complaining before moving you over so she could get up to retrieve something tugging the covers over you kissing your temple and speaking softly says shell be back.

      what felt like hours later u hear her nearing the door of your room again with a heated blanket in hand walking closer before kneeling near your side of the bed plugging the blanket into an extension cord occupied with your phone charger and multiple other things untouched she unplugged slmething as you turn to see what shes doing when she lays the blanket onto you. you cling onto it as you feel it steadily heating up over the other blanket and confedor you already had over you peeking through the puddle of blankets you watch as your girlfriend throws on some gray sweatpants and worn navy sweatshirt she catches your eyes watching her half hooded through the shared mirror on your wall smirking at your drowsy expression she walks over squatting down to your glossy eye level saying "ill be back as soon as possible ill bring you back a snack and medicine ok?" she half smiled tucking a strand of your hair back behind your ear you nodd sleepily croaking out an ok, hurry back she leans forward pecking your face with a loving kiss on the cheek. at the back of her mind was the forgotten fact that she'll get sick as well being this close to you but she couldnt leave her poor girl hanging so she left the thought where it was disregarded.

       soon after you heard the front door clicking shut followed by the sound of a key locking it from the other side, you lie on your side trying to sleep but your body remains restless as you continually try to find a position thatll lull you to sleep.

restively and reluctantly you fling the heaps of blankets away from you immediately getting hit with cool air you shudder teeth chattering as you recoiled nevertheless you sit up sluggishly slipping you house shoes on as you drag your feet to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you flick on the light scooting your way to the toilet to release the pee you didnt even know you were holding. the porcelain seat prickling your newly sensitive skin as you quickly whip and flush moving towards the sink turning the steel handle which felt colder than the toilet seat, turning on the hot water you wash your hands absentmindedly gazing at yourself in the mirror with sleepy eyes and a puffy face. you cup water in your hands splashing it on your face trying to regain your bearings wiping your eyes you turn the faucet and light off and heading to the kitchen for a bottle of lukewarm water you had long forgotten til that very moment.

      taking a sip as you shuffle back to the room you set the water down on the nightstand before kicking your slippers elsewhere and crawling into bed finding solace in the middle of the queen bed. finally, bundling up in the blankets that lie astray waiting for your return. you fell asleep finally before you could even process the fact. waking up an hour or so later you smell what could only be homemade soup you sit up on your elbow as you meet the eyes of your loving girlfriend holding a tray of warm food accompanied with some over the counter medicine she sets the tray next to you pushing extra blanket out of the way to sit beside you as well as uou sit up properly thanking her woth a soft but firm kiss on the lips "your too good to me" you say pulling away digging in suddenly starved. you love whenever your girlfriend cooked for you like this something so small was cherished since she usually stayed quite busy so when little moments like this come along you cant help but swoon she watchess you attentively as you both have a small conversation between bites about nothing specific when your full she passes you the medicine from your tray and your water bottle.

        you take the medicine taking an other sip of water afterwards with a small aah you lean back against the headboard as your girlfriend sets the tray aside and grabs a few bags filled with more stuff than you thought you needed as she gave you 2 bags you realize she wasnt joking about getting you a snack but 'a snack' turner into multiple, all your favorites you sheepishly say thank you and set the the bag aside as she takes out some vapor rub "lift your shirt" she instructed you. eyebrow rasing in amusement "take me on a date first" you say jokingly causing her to roll her eyes unamused, still you adhere to her request. more like demand. she spreaded the substance across your collar bonesnd down the valley of your breasts coming back up to leave some just above your collarbone. shufting your shirt back down you pat the spot next to you laying back down instructing her to do the same. she does without a second thought wrapping you up in her arms after pulling all the covers back on you. you both cuddle closely her breathes soothing to you as you lay your head on her arm snuggling impossibly closer basking in how caring and sweet your love is to you loving how she takes care of you when you need it.

      you dont know who falls asleep first but you both doze off at some unknown time tangled together regardlessly still comfortable unknowingly syncing your breathing to eachother.

i hope you like this its my first time writing on here im gonna go to sleep now i swear

[watchmegetobsessed]

MISTLETOE

A/N: oh my god??? im actually posting something??? wow!!! okay joke aside lol its been ages since i last poste anything and im not saying im back, but i've been trying to write here and there so hopefully i will be back soon. until then, here is this little something i manage to finish last month!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Everyone knows Harry is crushing on Y/N, but he hasn't made any major moves. Maybe tonight, when they find themselves under the mistletoe...

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“So Styles, are you gonna man up and ask her out finally, or be a baby?” Niall laughs, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s as they are approaching the pub they spend almost every Friday night at. 

“Shut up,” he groans, but it’s impossible to miss the blush on his cheeks. Niall didn’t even drop a name, but they both knew who he was talking about.

It’s kind of an open secret that Harry has been very into Y/N. Well, all the boys know at least and they very much enjoy teasing him about it. Or maybe not about the crush, but about how long he’s been into her and he still hasn’t made any major moves. The past couple of weeks it’s been even more intense, because it seems like Y/N has been very much open towards Harry and his interest in her, but he’s been clearly waiting for him to make a move. 

As the boys arrive at the pub it’s just as buzzing as always even despite the painfully cold weather that’s been keeping everyone on campus wrapped up in their warmest clothes. A few days ago it was even snowing for a bit, though there’s nothing left from the whiteness by now.

Harry sighs happily as the warmth of the crowd inside hugs him in an instant. The bunch that’s already there, including Y/N, is sitting in the back at a table they often sit by, it’s kind of their spot at this point. 

He spots her in an instant and his cheeks warm up, but this time it’s not because of the temperature inside the pub. He saw her just the other day at lunch, but he can always feel his heart skipping a beat as if she was coming back from a months long trip. 

“You’re being obvious,” Niall bumps his shoulder against his, grinning at his friend, but Harry just rolls his eyes again as they make their way over to the table.

With only two weeks until winter break the place is decorated, there are garlands running along the walls and pipes, ornaments hanging from the corners of the framed photos, there’s a tiny christmas tree on top of the bar and if you’re not paying attention you can end up standing underneath a mistletoe here and there as well. 

“Hey! Thought you guys weren’t even gonna make it!” Jackie exclaims as she stands from the table, hugging the boys one by one. She is practically the person who brought the group together, everyone in the gang either had a lecture together with her, went to practice with her or shared a room with her. The latter is how Y/N got to meet the boys, including Harry. Though the two girls are not roommates anymore, they are still very close. 

Just as Harry wraps his arms around Jackie his eyes meet Y/N’s over her shoulder and his ming blanks for a moment. With her shy smile, simple yet flattering outfit and vibrant aura she is definitely the one who steals the show, at least in Harry’s mind. 

“Hi,” he breathes out when they are finally facing each other and she gifts him with the brightest smile as she lifts her arms to wrap them around his neck.

“Hi,” she giggles, her front pressing against his and he holds her just a bit tighter and longer than anyone else. Which she seemingly doesn’t mind. 

Of course they end up sitting next to each other. It’s no surprise to anyone. Niall is sitting across Harry and every time Harry looks his way he gives him a nudging, teasing look that screams “come on, make a move” which Harry tries to ignore as much as possible, though Niall tends to be a bit much at times.

“What are your plans for the break?” Y/N asks him, the two of them have kind of tuned out of the conversation that’s happening around the table. 

“Just going home, spending time with my family. My mum is very excited,” he chuckles softly. “What about you?”

“Pretty much the same,” she smiles. “I’m pretty sure my mum has already started cooking.”

They talk about family traditions, gifting and funny stories from past holidays, completely forgetting about the rest of the group for a while. When their glasses empty out they head over to the bar for a refill, sticking to each other’s side still.

When Y/N tries to pay for her drink Harry steps in, earning a knowing look from the bartender. 

“What a gentleman,” he murmurs under his breath with a smirk, pushing the two beers towards them. Harry’s ears turn red, while Y/N just nods in agreement. 

A guy hurries past them, pushing Y/N slightly against Harry whose hand moves to her waist out of instinct to steady her. The moment gets lost in the crowd to everyone else, but not to them. Harry’s whole body flames, the closeness of her feels exciting and calming at the same time and he doesn’t know, but she shares the same feeling. 

“You alright?” he manages to ask her, their faces way closer than ever before. She peeks up at him with a short nod.

“Yeah, thanks.”

It feels like a moment that would be perfect to finally make a move. Harry knows and as he is looking at her he also knows that she wouldn’t reject him, yet he still can’t get himself to take that step and cross the line he’s been dancing on for so long. 

The seconds pass by and the moment fades as well, disappointment bubbling in her gut as she moves back from him, his hand falling off her waist and he is already regretting being such a coward.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as Y/N starts to move ahead of him, back to the table and he follows her feeling like the biggest loser ever. 

Why is he so afraid of making a move? She’s all he’s been thinking about, they get along so well and everyone’s been telling him she wants him too. But still, that awful voice in the back of his head keeps reminding him there’s a chance she rejects him and everything would be ruined after that. 

Defeated, they join the rest of the table again and they both can feel a wall sitting right between them. Harry keeps replaying the moment in his head, he thinks of everything he could have done not to mess up his chance, wishing he could go back in time and man up finally.

Soon enough the group moves to the darts boards as Niall and Liam start a match, the rest enjoying the show because Niall is known to be quite competitive in any and all sports. 

Harry is standing by Y/N again, but there’s tension between them obviously and his mind is racing to find a way to ease the situation. Should he ask her to talk? Pretend like nothing happened? Or what if he just swung an arm around her right now? What if–

“Oh! You two!” Niall snaps him out of his thoughts, pointing at him and Y/N. “You’re standing under the mistletoe!”

They look up at the same time, checking that he did not lie, there really is a mistletoe hanging above them. Their gazes meet and the moment is back. Y/N is looking at him with hope tinkering in her eyes and Harry knows he can’t mess it up this time, but he needs just a few seconds to build up the courage, this is a big step and he…

He is taking too long. He sees the moment when Y/N is letting go and panic sets in, screaming at him to do something and then… he finally does. Just when Y/N turns her face in defeat he gently cups her cheek, turning it back and she sucks on her breath before he finally presses his lips to hers. 

A lot happens around them, there’s whistling and clapping and Niall shouts something but it all tunes out to Harry, she is all he can sense. Her arms are quick to snake around his neck and his hands find their way to her waist, pulling her tight into his embrace, hoping he never has to let go of her. 

All his fantasies about what kissing her would feel like vanish and he swears it’s all he has ever known, the touch of her soft lips, the way her tongue swirls against his, the warmth of her body pressed against his. 

Their mistletoe kiss stretches long and neither of them really wants to end it, but reality pushes its way back into their bubble and the noise pops it. Pulling apart they stare at each other for a while before Y/N’s lips slowly break into a smile that Harry feels like wants to own forever. He can’t bear the thought of anyone else being the reason she smiles this way. 

“Harry Styles finally grew some balls!” Niall shouts, completely stomping over the moment they just shared as they turn back to face their friends, arms still around each other. 

“A Christmas miracle!” Jackie joins in on the teasing. 

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Harry groans, not quite enjoying being in the center of attention. 

Y/N’s arms have moved to circle around his abdomen and she gently squeezes him, grabbing his attention. The moment he looks at her smiling face he forgets about everything that’s making him uncomfortable. 

Leaning down he presses a short, lingering kiss to her lips, replacing every word he ever wanted to tell her and she understands it all, happy to be finally speaking the same language. 

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[norman-fucking-reedus]

GUYS Im sorry requests are taking so long I suffer from not being able to focus on one thing at a time syndrome and I’ve been going back and fourth between three fics trying to see which one is gonna be the lucky one and get finished first

In order to keep all you little babes in my phone happy and fed here’s my brainrot of virgin Daryl who just so eager to fuck you he can’t get out his clothes :3

ALSO 100 OF YOU HOTTIES FOLLOW ME SO CONSIDER THIS A THANK YOU GIFT UNTIL I CAN CRAWL DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY AND KISS YOU

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The Dixon brothers were interesting to say the least.

Merle, the oldest of the two, was a certified asshole. He had easily made himself the most hated among everyone, making inappropriate and sometimes racist jokes at ever turn he got, getting defensive when someone actually got offended. He’d just yell in their face that they needed to toughen up before storming off.

Everyone did their best to steer clear of him, only ever talking to him whenever he was assigned to go on runs, even then he would still find a way to make someone uncomfortable.

Daryl, the younger brother, was beyond tolerable. Although Merle believed that both him and his brother were disliked, the group secretly favored Daryl, you especially.

While he did have his fair share of aggressive outbursts, unlike his brother, he’d hang his head in shame afterwards, mumbling out a short but genuine apology. On the one occasion he had snapped at Lori, bringing her to tears due to pregnancy hormones, you remember the horrified expression that washed over his face as she jogged away, tears rushing down her face. Merle only added fuel to the fire by laughing about how no woman wanted Daryl, the way he laughed about it made you sick.

You felt like you could see right through Daryl, underneath all the rough defense walls he had built, rested a soft and damaged heart. He had so much love to give but none to receive, which is why you were currently being groped and grinded against, Daryl breathing heavily as he sucked at your exposed skin.

He felt so dizzy against your warm and inviting body, curious hands grabbing and squeezing your flesh. Even though he tried to make it seem like he knew exactly what he was doing, he become a complete stuttering mess as soon as you took your shirt off, seductively grabbing your boobs before stuffing his face down inbetween them, a hard moan pulling itself from his throat as his entire body shook, cock throbbing as he blissfully came in his pants. “Fuck, m’sorry, m’real sorry-“ You brought a finger to his lips before placing a kiss to them, smirking slightly as he eagerly kissed back, mouth moving against yours sloppily.

There was so much happening at once as you moved to lay on the floor of the tent. Daryl’s whole body was stimulated, and he was craving more. “Wanna fuck ya- Please, let me fuck ya mommy, want ya ta be m’first time” His blue eyes were low and glassy, lips glossy with spit as he stared at you, humping your leg. You wiggled your pants down, getting them to your knees before Daryl ducked his head down between your legs, trapping himself as your pants rested at the base of his neck. His hand fumbled nervously with his belt and pants, whining as he shoved his underwear down, cock springing out.

You couldn’t help but stare at how fucked out he already looked, hovering above you on all four and begging to fuck you, begging for you to take his virginity. His cock was roughly 8 inches, thick pubes at the base and deliciously angry red tip. You pulled him closer to you by the front of his tattered shirt, whispering into his ear. “Gonna split me open on your cock? Come on, just push it in- fuck! Just like that. Good boy” His breathing had picked up, pupils so wide there wasn’t even any blue in them. The feeling of you wrapped around him was a sensation that was pulsating through his whole body, hips immediately thrusting in and out with no particular rhythm. His cock was still sensitive from his first orgasm, and each time that his engorged tip bumped your insides it sent sparks to his gut. He tucked his red face in your throat, kissing, licking, and marking the skin.

Daryl thought his heart would pound right out his chest as your fingers ran through his hair and pulled his face back, eyes locking onto yours. “You’re making me feel so incredible, handsome. Wanna cum inside me?” Daryl turned all the more red at the name and question, feverishly nodding his head as his hips increased their sloppy pace, only needing a few more thrusts before his face was back at your throat, tears welding up as he choked out his pleasured moans and whimpers, hips erraticly moving as he came, accidentally slipping out and cumming on your swollen cunt, more of him already starting to leak out.

He panted heavily against you as you stroked his hair, kissing his forehead as he slowly came down from his high.

Once he completely came down, panic had set in. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! M’sorry I-I’ll get somethin’ ta clean ya up with” He lifted your legs off his shoulders, looking around the tent for something. He snatched up the nearest shirt, makin sure it wasn’t yours before gingerly wiping his mess off you, helping you to put your pants back on and he looked around once again, handing you your shirt when he found it.

You shuffled close to his face, latching onto his neck as you stuffed him back inside his underwear, pulling away once his pants were redone. “I hope mommy made your first time memorable” You giggled and shuffled out the tent, leaving a flustered Daryl inside as the events continued to replay in his mind. Based on the hickies you had left on his neck, he was sure that he’d get to feel you again real soon.

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[jaeyunluvr]

someone talk to me ABT Jay smut fr

warnings :: SMUT MDNI, sub!jay, kissing, mommy kink, cock riding, overstimulation, cockwarming

a/n :: not proofread, sorry for giving such a late reply bae i needed time to cook T_T

you see jay lying down on your bed, shirtless, lazily scrolling through his phone. you notice his tired eyes and it's days like these that he wants comfort from you in all ways.

"you seem like you want to be taken care of, baby?" it was more of a question from you as you stared down jay's toned abs.

he smiles up at you, putting his phone down while you walk towards him and get onto the bed to straddle his lap. you wrap your arms around his naked shoulders, as he places his hands at the back of your waist pulling you closer to him.

just the closed distance between you two is enough to get you worked up, he's always had an effect on you like that. you run your fingers down his chest, and he shivers under your touch. you loved it when he's soft and vulnerable under you, even though it was absolutely rare.

you stare into his eyes with desire filling up your entire body and you press your lips against his, pulling him into a very heated kiss. the kiss was open-mouthed, dirty and sloppy, your tongues battling against each other.

you lifted yourself off his lap, getting onto your knees so you could tower him for more control. you pull him closed by his nape and jay's head tilts back as he melts into your fiery touch.

he could sense your impatience growing as you sucked a little too hard on his lower lip, making him wince. but that did not make you pull away from him but instead, you kissed him harder to numb the pain.

he felt helpless under you, his hands finding no destination against and under the silk cloth covering your body. you slowly pulled away from him. his eyes glimmered with lust and so did yours.

you slipped out of your night gown, leaving you with no clothing on. jay stripped himself meanwhile, his eyes meeting your oh so beautiful body and he let out a sigh as he got physically weak at the sight.

you perched yourself on top of him once again, as you grabbed the end of his thick shaft, his tip coming in contact with the entrance of your hole.

the slight contact made him shiver and you teased him, instead of giving him what he wanted.

"mommy please don't play." he lets out a whine, his lips curving downwards.

"oh sorry babyyy." you replied as you pulled him closer to place a kiss onto his lips followed by his forehead.

you let out a sigh of pleasure as you lowered yourself onto him, his warm cock entering your hole like it was made to fit in there all along. jay's eyebrows knit together as his eyes close shut and his mouth hangs open at the feeling of being engulfed.

your hands reach his shoulders as you steady yourself as you start moving up and down, mainly for his pleasure.

jay let's out a whimper at the sudden movement, his hands grabbing a handful of your asscheeks, more like he's holding onto them.

you fasten your pace and bounce on his cock as his balls clash against your skin, elating your senses.

jay's body feels numb as he gets lost in this feeling of ecstasy. a low moan escapes his lips, harmonizing with yours as you feel him hit the perfect spots inside you.

his grip on your waist gets tighter as you feel him twitch against your walls, and you know he's nearing his release so you move even faster stimulating your orgasm as well.

"mommy im- go- 'm gonna come-" he breathes heavily between words as he comes undone inside you. you feel his warm release inside your womb and it drives you insane.

you slow you pace down as you continue to ride him, overstimulating jay to the end, finding your own pleasure as you shudder around his cock, a loud moan slipping past your tinted lips as you reach your climax.

jay's eyes brim with tears as his chest heaves up and down at the immense amount of pleasure that he has received, your heavy breaths tangling with his.

you bend forward to kiss his eyelids and his lips, then hugging his waist as you fall asleep on his chest, your womb still keeping his cock warm, as both of you doze of with your skins in contact for the rest of the night.

perm taglist :: @pockettwinzz @alvojake <3

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ughhhhh vaggie in charlie's jacket feels....

now im imagining Freshly Kicked To The Curb Vaggie and painfully already-in-love Charlie

imagining Charlie wrapping this bleeding dumpster lady in her JACKET (for comfort) (and protection) (Vaggie doesn't figure out the second part until the Oh Shit You're Literally The Princess Of Hell reveal) and Vaggie's just lost a set of limbs / suddenly can't FLY which is a little terrifying so she keeps her back to the nearest wall and is always crossing her arms to hide how she's hugging herself

and Charlie's like Hmmm (wraps Vaggie in jacket) (Vaggie gives it back at the end of the day) (wraps Vaggie in jacket again) (Vaggie gives it back while saying goodnight) (Charlie finds Vaggie curled up in a corner somewhere fitully asleep-> Vaggie wakes up snuggled in The Jacket)

until Vaggie FINALLY accepts the offer to stay with Charlie for a bit while she's healing (Charlie squees) and this is represented with Vaggie NOT giving the jacket back before heading off to bed (Charlie literally whoops and combusts the moment Vaggie's (mostly) out of earshot-)

it's the start of a very sweet friendship BUT

Vaggie secretly planning to try contacting the angels during the next extermination and prove she deserves to come back

holding Charlie at arm's length during this bc

which is scarier???

A.) pretty demon lady is after her SOUL

or!

B.) Charlie having an actual crush on her????? with feelings?

feelings that Vaggie now has to worry about not hurting while trying not to be too flattered by the whole excruciating thing

(the irony of a demon saving her and tending to her and falling for her)

as she's trying not to think about all this Vaggi's getting a little panicked over how her wings still aren't growing back (sign she really isn’t worthy of heaven???)

and Charlie's trying so hard to help her with this! (even not knowing what all of THIS really is)

she knows Vaggie

1.) had wings

(moth instead of angel as per cover story)

2.) is freaking out at them being gone, even more than over her lost eye, feeling like she’s not good enough without them

(pause and imagine Vaggie constantly being found by Charlie on high up places, silently staring up at the shiny star of heaven, and Charlie’s like oh yes this is VERY moth-like behavior i can totally see why you became a moth demon! and Vaggie’s like hahaha yeah sure right definitely…)

(her being shit at lying isn't such a problem when Charlie is so so so ready to assume the best of people) (GUILT)

oooghghghhghgh

Charlie spending the year healing Vaggie's physical injuries

slowly discovering the other ones she can't see

trying to let Vaggie know she's perfect even without wings

or her missing eye

trying NOT to come on too hard or fast even through she's on the outs with her dad and her mom hasn't answered a call or been seen in years and

and Vaggie can make her LAUGH with just a dry word or roll of the eye

she just seems to like hanging out with Charlie?

not trying to get anything from her or get her kicks out of making fun of her

sure she's skeptical about the whole "redeeming sinners" thing but

she Listens

and she's skeptical because she's Taking The Idea SERIOUSLY

seriously enough to talk like it's a thing worth trying and if Charlie's gonna try it then she needs to think about this and this and this other problem first-

it's encouragement

it's friendship

it's almost like having someone to rely on

Now it’s extermination eve

And Vaggie is cleaning up the spare room she's been staying in. like she won't be coming back tonight

Vaggie's as healed (physically) as she can be, she's twirling an angelic spear around like it's part of her, crediting her dancing talent for this natural skill, clearly fine keeping herself safe on hell's streets-

Vaggie claims she found the spear behind a dumpster

(doesn't mention she's the one who stashed it there)

Charlie trying weakly to lightening the mood by joking how you can find the best things next to dumpsters sometimes

(she's not joking)

(she's looking at Vaggie when she says it)

(Vaggie just barely pretends not to notice)

Vaggie despairing she isn’t worthy (of heaven or of-?)

she might as well just wander out and let an exorcist judge her wingless back and finish the job in some ironic justice because that would be better than telling Charlie the truth,

(she's done terrible things... and has spent all this time wanting to go back to that)

(there are KIDS in hell!)

(Charlie's in hell)

(it's not all terrible or evil

and Charlie thinks sinners can be redeemed-)

(would she say the same thing about Vaggie if she knew?)

GUILT

(is all of this doubt just Vaggie being a terrible angel like Lute said...)

she has to go, but she, can’t outright lie to Charlie either (If Charlie asks if they'll see each other around-)

So Vaggie, takes off Charlie's jacket and, hands it back

And Charlie finally accepts Vaggie might not want to stick around.

Thinking Vaggie wants to go do her own thing in hell

(people leaving in one way or another is something Charlie knows about)

but maybe Vaggie also feels indebted to her, to Charlie, for the help

and might be being held back by that

It's not much- being given the chance to tell someone she's loves it's okay to go- it hurts like hell, but it's something. It's something that Vaggie didn't just vanish, and Charlie will hold onto that small thing for dear life

Smiling through her tears Charlie tries hyping her new friend up

(via song of course)

telling her ANYONE should be glad to share even a few seconds of forever with her, they

(hypothetical they totally not Charlie speaking here)

should be grateful to spend all of eternity even with just a memory of her

(CHARLIE FELL FAST AND OBVIOUS AND CANNOT EFFFING HIDE IT)

so she

says Vaggie should go spread her metaphorical wings

because she doesn't need real ones to be amazing

And that’s when Vaggie realizes-her wings- she doesn't want to leave Charlie

(is that why her wings won't grow back..?)

She doesn’t go out during the extermination. Or try talking to the angels.

She turns right around and is there to give Charlie a hug

holds her through the worst of it

goes with her afterwards to help how they can

watches Charlie reaching out to the surviving sinners even as she gets nothing but fear and insults for her trouble

sees how much Charlie CARES about the people of hell   

she finally understands, finally starts to catch a glimpse, of how just much she cares for Charlie herself

And that when she falls harder

Ka-thwump

when Charlie sees Vaggie totally not hugging herself again she offers the jacket

(offers, instead of just putting it on her)

and Vaggie smiles a little but says nah, she likes how it looks on Charlie better

(charlie VERY glad she has a natural permanent blush)

(not that her little hair twirl doesn't give her away)

Charlie leads her to a roof top later because even with everything else going on she’s noticed Vaggie’s been quieter than usual, and it is the anniversary of her losing her eye and wings, and Charlie knows staring up at heaven is something Vaggie likes doing, so-

But when she glances shyly over, Vaggie isn’t looking up at the sky.

Vaggie’s looking back at HER.

Vaggie smiling and saying something along the lines of

"lending a hand to the souls of the damned is pretty fulfilling work. A girl could get used to this"

Charlie (usually a living firework of emotion) very softly and hesitantly asking,

"yeah..?"

Vaggie promising her-

"next year, we'll prep better ahead of time"

Charlie smiling with tears again (happy ones) as they look out across pentagram city together, leaning into each other

"Yeah.

we will"

Uguugugugugughhh

[lulablogss]

Down to Fuck!

context | cw: smut, alcohol, party, mean toji, heavy degrading, unprotected sex, oral | gn!reader

you and your friend finally made it out of the house after hours of getting ready. she put the address in the navigation of your car and started driving. you finally made it, taking a turn down a block lined with dark secluded homes, all but one. the house on the right was something straight out of a movie. it was so stereotypical. the gated front yard was filled with people, either sporting a drink in their hand or an actual human.

a curb abruptly meets your rear tire as your friend does a botched job of parallel parking. you grunt at the sudden jump and glare at your friend. "whoops," she says sheepishly. she parks and you unbuckle your seatbelt, hopping out the car, adjusting your clothes as you do. your friend joins you by your side and takes your hand in hers, leading you towards the front door.

just as you're walking in the front door a scent wafts past your nose. the strong scent of alcohol, making your face physically cringe. "come on, follow me to the kitchen," your friend says while beckoning you into another entrance. " actually, just wait here while i get the drinks," she says, knowingly smirking at you.

she returns with a purple cup full of liquid and hands it to you. "what's in this?" you ask her, bringing the cup to your hand to give it a sniff. "just some liquid courage," she says while taking a sip from hers. you laugh and take a sip as well. "holy shit girl, what the hell is in this,'' you shout over the loud music.

she laughs and ignores the question, "im gonna go network, you okay here?" she asks, all while already half out the door. "yea... i guess so," you trail off.

you float around a bit taking note of all the different characters and the different array of colored cups they all held. all while taking multiple small sips from your cup while trying to get into the vibe of the party.

-

its 20 minutes later and it seems all of the drinks you had went straight to your bladder. you get up from the living room couch and trudge through the hallways trying to find a rest room. the halls are lined with people, some lone bodies and others standing close together grinding to the music that blared through the halls on a speaker. you shove through to the stairs, unsuccessful finding an empty one on the first floor.

a door at the end of the hallway is left ajar and you can see a bathroom from where you stand. you rush over to the bathroom and relieve yourself. you're washing your hands now when the door shoves open, "woah- im in here," you shout out defensively, mouth agape.

the door is now wide open and in the frame stands a tall burly dark-haired man. he's wearing a black shirt hugging his body in all the right places. his pants hang off his hips comfortably, exposing the band of his drawers.

"well are you gonna' just eye fuck me or get out of the way?" he questions, his voice is deep and abrasive. sending a shiver down your spine. "i- um- sorry," you stutter out while moving to the side of the bathroom to let him in. "nah, don't be sorry. it's cute," he says in a teasing voice. "such a little innocent thing like you, what are you doing at a place like this? with that cup of all things." he inquires while stepping closer to you, cornering you in.

your back is now flush against the wall and he's closing the door behind him. your nostrils are permeated with his scent, its arousing yet a little overwhelming. like the trademark scent of a man. "what? what do you mean?" your confused and quite oblivious to what the cup comment was referring to. "so now you're gonna' act all stupid?" he asks, tone laced with condescension while moving a loose strand of hair from your eye.

he's attractive, that you can't deny - and you're not exactly upset at your current predicament, just confused is all. "i take it as you're not in here to use the bathroom, are you?" you ask while looking at him. he cheekily grins while chuckling. "well, you're not as dumb as you lead on sweetheart,'' he says while lifting a hand to your jaw.

"let me take you sweetheart, just for tonight," he purrs softly, his eyes are hooded as he’s looking down on you. they're clouded with something you could only describe as carnal desire. you quietly agree, letting him lead. he grins at your compliance while heavily exhaling, "mm, 'm gonna' have so much fun with you. on your knees, sweetheart.'' he orders - you hesitate for a second at the request, not exactly jumping for joy to get on the floor of a random strangers bathroom.

"want me to repeat myself?" he asks expectantly, with a glint in his eye. "get to your fucking knees, now." he tells you, except now its evident in his tone that you don't have the luxury of a choice. your knees are now on the toilet mat, which you're grateful for so your knees won't be as bruised.

you’re closely watching him as he's pulling down his pants, low enough so you have enough leverage to get what you want. your hands are greedily gripping the waistband of his underwear, in attempt to free his now prominent boner. "don’t worry, slow down— you’ll get what you want soon enough.” he teases, aiding you with removing his bottoms.

the party downstairs is still raging on, the sounds and smells flooding your senses along with the tall brooding male. but it’s now that you're starting to feel warmness from both all the alcohol and new coming arousal. you've been in some morally questionable situations but never at a house on your knees about to suck off a stranger. but hey, you have your needs too!

his length is now securely in your hands, yet the two still aren’t enough. you start working your way around his tip, it’s red and sensitive, desperate for attention. a sheen layer of pre-cum from his tip now rests on your tongue, working with your saliva as lubrication. your lips comfortably rest around his dick as you get accustomed to the abrasion. sucking in a sharp breath, he sighed. the warmth of your mouth as comforting as ever.

“put your hands in your lap, i’ll take it from here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, one of his large hands now rested at the back of your head pulling you in. obediently you comply, resting your hands on your legs.

he uses his large rough hands as leverage to make you take more, bobbing your head steadily up and down his whole length. tears prick at your waterline as he pushes deeper down your throat unapologetically. chasing his own high.

saliva is forming around his cock and the sounds your mouth is producing are almost sinful. it’s such a pretty sight, you on your knees obediently being throat-fucked. toji lived for this more than anything, breaking brat after brat into useful toys for his personal discretion and disposal.

“such a slut, bein’ so good f’ me, taking it all with no problem,” he hisses, his thrust into your mouth are labored and strategically timed. he’s been doing this for a long time, so of course he knows how he likes it.

“you’re taking this way better than I expected,” he compliments while his dick rests snuggly at the back of your throat. strings of saliva fall from his balls while you cockwarm. your nose rested right into the base of hjs pubes and you can feel him throbbing as his dick occupied your mouth.

erratic grunts can be heard from outside the door as he speeds up again. the lewd sounds of you gagging being exactly what he needs to hear in the moment, sending him right over the edge. both of his hands hold your head now, leaving you no choice to squirm away. a rough pace is kept while he’s heavily panting and mumbling profanities.

“fuck— ‘m gonna’ cum, ‘n yer gonna’ — fuckin’ swallow it.” he pants out in labored breaths. the pace is now brutal, his balls roughly colliding with your chin with each given thrust, adding on another element. it’s not long before he has you pulled into his pelvis, feeling his warm cum trickle down your throat.

“fuck that was good.” he purrs while playfully smacking his hand on your cheek. “now c'mon 'n stand, bend over the sink.” he orders. you try to stand up but there’s an uncomfortable pang in your knees from the lack of blood circulation.

which he takes note of — his hands are now straddling your waist supporting your weight. "don't worry love, i won't let you fall,'' he whispers sweetly in your ear. the party downstairs seems to have died down, less chatter being heard.

his warm body is nestled against yours, he's so close his musk is nearly overbearing the smell of sex. hands are on the sink, and clothes are on the floor. “your body is fuckin’ perfect,” he comments under his breath. all while he’s sporting another boner, a refractory period unheard of.

your back is arched like a cat against the counter. the ceramic surface against your bare hips is cooling in contrast of your overheating body. one hand is on your hip while the other is dragging his length across your entrance. the teasing is making you impatient, your body craving some more friction.

you take it as he’s also getting impatient because not even 10 seconds later and he’s pushing in. the sudden intrusion is making you bite your lip. for what he doesn’t have in length he had in girth.

he’s pushing in more and more by the second, and you’re salivating. once he’s at the base he starts with a slow motion, letting you both get adjusted.

-

he’s going at a steady pace, you’re a moaning mess. he has you gripped by the neck, pulled up so your back is flush against his chest. “am i fucking you good baby,” he asks, “tell me how ‘m making you feel, or i’ll stop. you know i will.”

his thrusts are ruthless, and so is his words. you know he isn’t bluffing though. you grab onto his arm that’s wrapped around your throat and whine, “fuck- i’ll do anything you want, just- mm, please don’t stop, please.” you’re a desperate mess, and he loves it.

in the moment all you can focus on is the feeling, not your friend who you rode with — who was probably in the same situation nonetheless. not even the consequences of sleeping with a stranger. only thinking about getting off.

your moans are erratic, some softly begging for more while others are an animalistic plea for his touch. “look at you baby, look in the mirror. all desperate and pathetic. does it feel good to be so full?” his words by any other would deter you completely, but now they’re the cherry on top. his sultry tone helping deliver his lewd words. his words feel good right now, it’s like a guilty pleasure; something you genuinely crave but can’t have.

he’s awakening something carnal, a cock-desperate slut willingly to take whatever he dished out in the moment. your eyes fall onto his in the mirror in front of you. he has a strange glint in his eye, something dark.

toji’s mind is clouded with pleasure, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, leaving a mark. his tongue dances over the surface, it’s soothing.

“the way you look while taking dick is the most mesmerizing thing.” he says, you can feel him throbbing now — close to orgasm.

“shit ‘m close, you’re fuckin’ dangerous. cum with me baby.” his thrusts are harsh, disregarding your pleasure. your head is thrown back, resting on his shoulder as he fucks you into a orgasm.

it’s not long before you’re buried at the hilt of his cock, taking another load of his. the second of the night. morals long gone out the door.

-

you’re sitting on the closed toilet seat now, half dressed reeling yourself in. “that was great, let’s do this again.” he says winking while buttoning up his pants and heading out the door.

while you sit there you question how would you see him again.

let’s just say it was a quiet ride home.

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[kennahjune]

Flustered (But He’d Never Admit It)

Thanks so much to @rogueddie for letting me write this based on their post!!

( @steddiewithachance )

Desperately hope it lives up to standard 🫡

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Eddie hadn’t planned on going out, really.

It was a Saturday and he looked forwards to sleeping until noon the next day. Maybe bothering Steve and Robin in Family Video at some point if he decided to grace the people of Hawkins with his presence.

But Nancy of all people had asked him to come. And when Big Wheels asked him to do something, Eddie sure as shit did it.

So he sat in the living room of Steve’s no-longer-really-scarily-empty house. Because Mr and Mrs. Harrington left after the earthquakes and gave the house to Steve. He’s been steadily personalizing it.

Eddie sat between Argyle and Robin on the couch, letting his gaze wander around and land on each photo hanging on the walls.

Nancy and Jonathan sat across from them on the other couch, Nancy’s feet thrown in Jonathan’s lap while he gently rubbed her calfs.

Eddie wasn’t listening too intently to the bickering going on around him, his mind in other places while waiting for Steve.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP, DINGUS!” Robin yelled. Speak of the Devil.

Eddie flinched, as Robin was directly in his fucking ear. He shot her a glare that she returned with a punch to the shoulder.

“HOLD YOUR HORSES, DIMWIT, IM DONE!” was what Steve yelled back from upstairs. Eddie and Argyle snorted at Robin’s offended gasp.

Steve appeared in the living room a few seconds later, struggling to tie his sneakers while hopping on one foot.

“You look like a worm,” Argyle pointed out helpfully.

Steve nearly face planted after he was done, his arms flailing and his hand catching on the back of Jonathan’s head.

“Ouch, dude!!” Jonathan yelled when Steve pulled his hair. Nancy and Robin absolutely cackled at Steve’s unapologetic shrug.

“My bad.”

Jonathan glared and rubbed the back of his head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Steve fluttered his eyelashes and put a hand on his chest. “You think I’m cute, Jonny? Why, you might as well get down on one knee!”

Robin clapped obnoxiously. “Congratulations on your engagement!”

Nancy gasped, pretending to clutch her pearls. “Jonathan! Another woman? How could you!?”

Jonathan groaned and threw his head back.

“See what you’re doing to this family, Jon!?” Eddie suddenly joined in, surprising a laugh out of everyone; even Jonathan, despite his efforts to remain angry-seeming.

Argyle whistled when they calmed down. “Damn, Stevie. Is that the shirt I got you?”

Robin perked up. “Hey! That’s my button up!”

Steve planted his hands on his hips. “And those are my earrings.”

Robin huffed and rolled her eyes, pretending to pout.

The outfit Steve wore was unlike what Eddie normally saw him in. The same blue jeans as always, though these ones seemed to hug his ass and thighs more (a detail Eddie most certainly saved for later). The button up (that was apparently Robin’s) was white pinstriped, hanging open and unbuttoned to show off the light purple, sleeveless turtle neck (that Argyle got him, apparently).

Eddie kinda wanted to bite him.

.

Jonathan and Steve were designated drivers. So everyone split between the two cars; Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle in one and Robin, Steve and Eddie in the other.

The bar they went to was a small one but was still packed on such a fine Saturday night. The group was quick to find a corner booth to seat all six of them.

Argyle payed for the first round of drinks, everyone just getting beer. But they were all quick to get to the vodka and other shit.

“You not gonna drink anything else, Stevie?” Eddie asked at one point when he noticed Steve was still nursing his first beer.

“Designated driver, remember?”

Eddie hummed and took his last shot, barely buzzed despite drinking so much already. “I could drive us back if you wanna just drink with everyone else.”

Steve eyed him and didn’t respond for a moment. Eddie was ready to take the offer back, play it off as a joke. It wasn’t even like he said anything flirty or whatever! Steve just made him nervous like that.

“Are you sure?” Steve finally asked, his voice timid even as he raised it to be heard over the music.

Eddie grinned. “‘Course, darlin. Lemme take care of it.”

Steve turned away and downed the rest of his beer quickly. Eddie turned back to Argyle and Nancy’s conversation and failed to see the deep red flush overtaking Steve’s ears.

.

That was maybe 20 minutes ago.

At this point in time, Steve was definitely passed buzzed and well on his way to drunk.

He was sandwiched between Eddie and Robin, his head leaning on Robin’s shoulder and his hand playing distractingly and absentmindedly with Eddie’s jacket sleeve.

Eddie tried to ignore how sweet Steve looked, his face flushed with the pleasant buzz and his hair kind of getting floppy because he kept playing with it. He looked so cute listening to Jonathan but still so spaced out and almost floaty.

Eddie kind of really maybe wanted to bite him. Maybe make him cry.

Jesus H Christ.

He took a big drink of his water. “I think I’m gonna head out for a smoke, be back in a few.” Eddie carefully removed his sleeve from Steve’s grasp, fighting off the cooing he so desperately wanted to do at the pout the other gave him for it.

Eddie left in no time, letting himself out into an alley next to the bar. His cigarette was short-lived and he went for another 2 after his first.

He refused to let his mind wander, instead focusing on the burn in his throat and the smoke in his lungs. He was sufficiently calmed down after an extra moment, finally going back in after what had to have been just shy of 10 minutes.

Maybe he should’ve stayed outside.

Because Steve was drunk now, to the point that Nancy had cut him off.

It was in that moment, walking back to the booth, that Eddie fully realized he’d never seen Steve drunk.

When Eddie came into sight of the table, Steve immediately jumped up in his seat and reached obnoxiously over the table to wave at him. It was adorably reminiscent of a 5 year old and a little puppy.

Eddie failed to keep the soft grin off his face. Not that he was really trying.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie greeted softly when sitting back down next to him.

“Hi, Ed!” Steve exclaimed loudly and excitedly, basically bouncing in place. Eddie really should’ve stayed outside.

“Steve’s a little drunk, don’t hold anything he may say or do against him.” Jonathan joked from across from them. Or, it seemed like a joke. His expression was playful but his tone was more serious than it let on.

“Oh? A little drunk? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited.” Eddie snickered.

“Hey!” Steve smacked at Eddie’s shoulder and immediately grabbed his arm afterwards, wrapping himself around it and holding on. Eddie felt himself grow hot under his shirt collar. “I’m always excited to see you, doofus.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. This was news to him. He shot a look to Jonathan who waved him off, turning to talk with Robin instead.

Eddie put his free hand over one of Steve’s. “Oh yeah, darlin? That’s news to me.”

Eddie watched in delight while a steady blush crept down Steve’s neck. He grinned dopily at Eddie, all teeth and gums and scrunched up nose. It was ridiculously endearing.

“Huuuuuussshhhh.” Steve pointed at him, his arm like a wobbly noodle and uncoordinated; he nearly smacked Eddie in the face. “‘Course ‘m always excited to see you. You’re you!”

Eddie stuck his tongue behind his bottom lip to avoid grinning like an idiot. Steve’s eyes followed.

“Alright, dork. I think it’s time to take you home.”

Steve squawked at being called a dork. Insisting Eddie was the biggest dork he’d ever met.

“You’re a Dork with a capital D!” Steve insisted while they weaved through the crowd. Eddie was taking Steve home early with Robin catching a ride with Jonathan.

Eddie snorted, holding back a comment on ‘capital D’ anything. He had a firm grip on Steve’s wrist, as his drunken friend got distracted at every little thing. After he ran off to talk to some stranger “because they had shiny earrings! I needed to know where they were from, Edd!” Eddie wasn’t taking any chances.

He had to physically buckle Steve up for him in the beemer, leaning over him and clicking it into place. Eddie chose to ignore the raging blush on Steve’s face in favor of a simple smirk.

Steve wouldn’t stop talking the entire ride and Eddie loved it.

“I really wanted to play volleyball as a kid but my dad refused because he thought it was too girly— and than I wanted to play hockey! And I would’ve if my mom wasn’t so adamant about it being too ‘aggressive’ and my dad just going along with it because he couldn’t care less either way— oh!! And then I played soccer for a little bit! Did you know Robin plays soccer? I think she used to be on the track team, too—“

Eddie couldn’t stop grinning. (He made a silent promise to ask Argyle about volleyball so he could play with Steve at some point.)

When he took the turn to Loch Nora Steve went quiet. A brief glance told Eddie he was staring out the window. He let him have another moment before speaking.

“You alright, Stevie?”

Steve’s response was delayed, his voice quieter than it has been all night. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

“You sure? You went awfully quiet over there, darling.” Eddie couldn’t stop the faintly concerned glance he shot to the side.

“Yeah.”

Eddie pulled over to the side of a fancy road, one side houses with huge yards and the other the trees spanning out into the woods. Steve jolted at the stop, glancing at Eddie’s faint reflection in the window.

Eddie twisted in his seat, reaching over to tap on Steve’s thigh to get his attention. When Steve looked over at Eddie he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Why’d ya stop?”

“Cause somethin’s wrong and you’re not explaining.”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “Sorry.”

Eddie smiled softly. “You don’t have to apologize, Stevie. I just need to know what’s wrong so I’m not sending you home while you’re in a bad place.”

Steve’s shoulders hiked up slightly. “Doesn’ matter.”

Eddie huffed, stopping his tapping on Steve’s thigh in favor of grabbing it gently. “Of course it does, sweetheart. If it’s affectin’ you this much it’s gotta matter a lot.”

Steve shrugged, trying to look away. Eddie let him, but kept his hand on his thigh and squeezed twice. Just to let him know he was there.

They were both silent for a moment. The two. Then—

“Don’t wanna.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Don’t wanna what?”

Steve response was slow, quiet. “Go home. Too quiet.”

Eddie’s breath left him in a quiet rush. Even if Steve was slowly making the Harrington estate more ‘him’, the memories it held would most likely prevent it from ever being ‘home’.

“You wanna go back to the trailer with me?” Eddie found himself asking.

Steve’s nod was hesitant, shaky like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Eddie decided he was going to keep Steve at the trailer for as long as he can get away with this weekend.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get goin then, yeah?” He patted Steve’s thigh twice and turned back to resume driving.

Steve remained quiet the rest of the drive, but he hummed along to the radio so Eddie deemed him a little better.

He parked on the side of the road, leaving the space next to the van open for Wayne’s truck when he got home in the morning.

Eddie had to help Steve up the porch stairs, letting him lean on his shoulder while fumbling with his keys. Steve was still humming to the last song that played on the radio.

Eddie gave Steve a pair of sweatpants and a shirt and silently praised himself for the flush settling down Steve’s neck. But then there was a flush settling down Eddie’s neck because Steve looked really good in his clothes.

They shared the bed like they usually did when they spent the night at each others places. Eddie took the spot by the wall and Steve climbed in to face the door. Eddie wrapped himself around Steve’s back with a hand on his waist and another under his head.

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Did this take over a month? Nope. (Ssshhhhhhh)

I’m my defense: my biggest hyper fixation atm is ATLA 🤷

Am I happy with this? No, not really.

Am I posting it anyway? Sure am🧍.

Have fun with it ✌️

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

hiiii could I request something for Adam Stanheightttt ? Like an enemies to lovers type thingggg

Is this it?

Adam Stanheight x reader  

a/n im so sorry if this is too long or if its too rushed. im still new to writing im gonna get the hang of it i swear also i might do a part 2 im not sure yet if this warrants one :P |no use of pronouns or y/n

ps i kinda like giving these fics titles of song but they arent super related to the actual fic ;-; anyways feedback is much appreciated <3

wc: 1485

The first time I met Adam, I was moving into my new (to you at least, but actually very old) apartment after I decided I had enough of my parents. I was moving the remaining boxes into my apartment and I heard a shutter from a camera. In front of my door was a group of about 4 people wearing matching shirts that said  “Wrath of the Gods” and in front of them was a guy with a camera.

“Oh, excuse me,” I said holding the heavy boxes of my remaining belongings. They all turned at me and didn't say anything until a man with greasy brown hair in front of the camera spoke up “Hey” he said walking towards me and I decided to put the boxes down in front of the door they were currently blocking. 

“I’m Scott Tibbs lead singer of this band Wrath of the Gods, we’re just taking pictures for our new album, you should come to our show, we can always use more groupies” You stare at him for a while before the photographer spoke up 

“Hi, I’m Adam, you must be my new neighbor I live right across the hall right there” and he pointed to the door nearest to your apartment. “Hi,” you said and you introduced yourself as well before pausing “Do you think you could take pictures somewhere else so I can finish moving in?” you asked as you reached down to pick up the boxes.

 “Oh, right, yeah, sure,” Adam said awkwardly. He approached the band members and they all walked downstairs most likely to find a different place to finish their makeshift photoshoot. Adam followed behind them but before he turned to you and smiled. You smiled halfheartedly in return and finished settling into your new home. At that point, you had no idea that you would grow to hate your new neighbor. 

It was a buildup of more and more inconveniences like that which caused you to build a slow but strong resentment towards Adam. Things like leaving trash in the middle of the hall, coming home at 3 in the morning and making a bunch of noise, and the smell of cigarettes or weed always lingered in the hall because of him even though you lived in a smoke-free apartment.    

After a few times confronting him about his constant disturbances, he started to seem annoyed. You weren't sure at which point the hate between the two of you started but after living there a few months, anytime you saw Adam or he saw you both your eyes filled with an intense irritation and after a while, it became simply an immense anger. You were unaware that Adam’s hatred for you was not fueled by mere annoyance, but instead by a wall he built around his fear of not being able to have you.

 He was so sure that in your head he was nothing but an inconvenience that he had to convince himself that he didn't care, that he didn't want you to begin with. He pushed away any thought he had about you. It had started becoming increasingly difficult, he noticed, to pretend to hate you back. With every snarky comment that was exchanged between the two of you, he found himself focusing on everything except whatever you were mad about. He thought about the way your nose moved when you huffed angrily at him or the way you moved your hands when you were dumbing down why whatever stupid thing he did was a nuisance for you. 

The more the feud went on the more you found yourself hating things that you would never hate in anyone else and you didn’t know why. You hated the way hair fell on his face, you hated the way his whiny voice insisted that you were always blowing everything out of proportion but there was a part deep down that knew that even though you hated Adam, getting to see him an argue him was the best part of your day. 

There is such a small difference between anger and adoration because they are both just different forms of passion. Maybe you hated each other, it could be that you and Adam were just angry people or maybe you were both passionate people, that the world had bullied into just being angry. It’s possible that in a different life, in a different world, you and Adam could have been loving people. 

You weren't sure when you started hating Adam, and you were even less sure when the subconscious parts of your mind decided that you started loving him. 

You stopped one night outside your apartment building for a smoke when a small cat approached you, you put the cigarette out and reached down to pet it. The cat started meowing and you sat down on the ground next to it.  A shadow came towards you and you immediately recognized the voice, but it wasn’t talking to you, it was talking to the cat. “You should be quieter,” he said as he approached the feline, “this one seems to hate just about any noise or maybe just noise that I make ” he sat next to the cat so that it was between the two of you.

Perhaps it was because you were tired, or maybe that part of you that started to care for Adam had started to overpower the pettier part that “hated him”, but what you were sure of was that you were far too tired to engage in trivial disputes and you were also painfully aware that you were far too excited to see Adam. 

Your lack of reply didn’t go unnoticed by Adam and he paused for a minute confused by your lack of response, and maybe even a little hurt by it, as if your unwillingness to participate served as a rejection. “Hey,” he said softly as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder almost as if he was trying to wake you up. The physical contact caused you to look at him, there was a brief moment where you just looked at him, and neither of you noticed that the stray cat had already run off nor had you noticed that the space between the two of you was fairly small. The entire time you had known Adam you had never been this close physically, you took a few moments more to admire the way his features looked in the dim street lighting. 

“Hey,” you finally replied and you started to stand up off the ground while Adam did the same. “So um, you seem kinda out of it,” he said as you both made your way into the apartment building. You start to realize that what Adam is expressing is a genuine concern, and you begin to think that maybe Adam doesn't really hate you and you don't hate him. “Yeah I’m fine, just tired,” you reply. “That might be my fault,” he said in a sheepish, apologetic tone “I’ve been working night more and I might be a little loud when I come back home but it’s not on purpose honestly” he starts to ramble in a nervous way that you had never seen in him before. “It’s ok,” you say to him. “Are we?”  he says almost in a whisper as looks at you hesitantly for a little after asking. 

You look at him confused for a little before he clarifies “Are we ok? Like are we cool?” You smile at him before saying “I didn't know there was a ‘we’”. He smiles back at you, refreshed that your banter seems to be back, although now with much less animosity. “What if that’s what I wanted?” he said simply but with the veil of friendly banter that he leaned into out of fear of rejection. 

You were a little taken aback by his sudden boldness and so you couldn’t come up with a witty reply or any reply for that matter. “You don’t have to say yes” his voice interrupted the thought running through your mind, “But my friend Scott is in a band, they're having a concert next Friday and maybe” his voice trails off as if too scared to fully ask. “I would love to,” you said suddenly and Adam looked up at you surprised, but excited “Great! So, uh, it’s a date?” he asked. You smile and nod as you walk to the door of your apartment. “Yeah, a date, good night Adam,” you said before disappearing behind the door of your apartment. “Goodnight,” he said in an unusually upbeat tone. Adam took a second before going into his own apartment and silently praised himself for finally winning you over. Neither of you was sure when or why you started hating each other, but what you were both sure of was that you couldn’t wait until the next time you could see each other.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter fourteen

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

"This is gonna be so fun!" Luffy happily exclaimed as the entire crew stood at the entrance of Loguetown, the birth and execution site of the original pirate king, Gol D. Roger.

"Every pirate heading to the Grand Line stops here to resupply. It has everything you could possibly need," Nami smiled.

"If that's the case, I'm gonna go on a shopping spree. I'll bet they have all sorts of stuff here," Usopp smirked.

"I'll be able to stock up on fresh produce. And fresh women," Sanji dreamily sighed, hearts visible in his eyes.

"I wonder if they have a swordsmith around here," Zoro stated, rubbing his chin.

"I thought you were broke," you teased, nudging him, "Ya gonna steal it?"

He rolled his eyes with a smile, shrugging you off.

"Well, I'm gonna go find where they kill people. I gotta see where the King of the Pirates was executed," Luffy smiled, running off, "YAHOOO!"

"Wait! We have to pick a meeting place!" Usopp shouted after him.

"Don't bother. He's not gonna listen. Let's just go our separate ways and meet up where we meet up," you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Just remember to keep your guard up. I heard this place is crawling with marines."

"I'm gonna ask you one last time, marine. Where. Is. Doflamingo?" you growled, the spikes of your mace dangerously close to the marine's neck.

"I told you! I have no idea who that is! I'm telling the truth! I swear! Please don't kill me! I got a wife and kid at home!" the man groveled, tears and snot pouring down his face.

You sighed, pulling back your mace and smacking up upside the head with the butt of it, knocking him out.

'That's the seventh one.'

"Good for nothin' marines," you spat, tucking your mace back into your hip sash before walking out the alleyway.

For the past hour, you had been interrogating every marine you could get your hands on, trying to find some information on the possible whereabouts of Doflamingo.

But so far, you've gotten nothing. 

'Of course these small fry aren't gonna know where a guy like him is. I gotta find a higher up, like a captain or a lieutenant or something.'

Just then, you ran into this guy, your thinking distracting you from where you were going.

"Watch where you're going, jer—Whoa," you stopped mid-sentence, looking up to see two cold, dark eyes staring down at you.

He had grayish hair, with no shirt, a white aviator, and two cigars hanging out his mouth, the smoke coming from them lingering to make a small cloud everywhere he went.

"You seemed to be very deep in thought," his gravely voice stated, his tone dripping in authority.

"Something you wanna share?"

You kept your face hard, maintaining firm eye contact the entire time.

"No, not really," you replied.

His eyes flicked to the mace at your waist, the gears in his head visibly turning.

You were quick to catch it.

"This is a pirate town, is it not? Can't be too careful," you answered.

"That might've been how it was in the past, but this island is under my protection now. And no pirate has made it out of here freely under my watch," the man assured, crossing his arms.

'Shit. I guess that's good to know.'

"May I ask just who the hell are you?" you cocked a brow, placing a hand on your hip.

He smirked, giving a small chuckle of amusement. 

"Smoker. Captain Smoker."

'Perfect.'

"Well, Smoker Captain Smoker, mind telling me where I can find a certain guy named Doflamingo?" you asked, leaning up against a nearby wall.

"Never heard of 'im," Smoker answered, truthfully, "And with a name like that he'd be hard to forget."

"For fuck's sake," you sighed, throwing your head back.

"Mind telling me what's your business with this Doflamingo guy?" he asked, cocking a brow.

"Yes, I do mind," you sharply dismissed.

"Fair enough," he nodded.

Smoker walked over to you, taking note of how tense you got, and leaned up against the same wall you were.

"With all that anger in your tone, sounds like you're tryna kill 'im."

You let out a weak chuckle, looking down at the ground with a tired smile. 

"Yeah, somethin' like that."

Smoker took in your sullen form, your distress making his heart ache for some reason.

He let out a quiet grunt, hopefully scaring away the feeling.

"Tell me the real reason why you're here. 'Cause I know for damn sure you're not a local, and you don't seem like the type to just be passing through a place like this."

You sighed, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to let up.

But in reality, you appreciated it. 

It reminded you of how you should keep your attitude.

Fatigue and exhaustion was for the weak. If you wanted to achieve your goal, you would have to be relentless in your resolve.

"I have a score to settle," you answered, standing up straight and turning to the man, your gaze sharp.

A large crack of thunder punctuated your sentence, but you stayed firm, not even flinching at the loud noise. 

"That's all I'll say."

Smoker smiled to himself, looking up at the sky to let out a long stream of smoke.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Smoker Captain Smoker," you smirked, looking at the man with a determined glint in your eye, "I have a couple of friends to meet up with."

Finishing your sentence with a wink, you unfurled your wings, using their power alone to propel you into the air.

The man's eyes went wide, both cigars falling out his mouth as he watched you grow distant.

But his disbelief was soon swapped with amusement, the pieces of the puzzle you gave him starting to fit together.

"Heh. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," he muttered to himself, pulling off the wall and walking out the alley.

As you soared over the town, you could clearly see the dark, ominous storm clouds rolling in.

"Damn,  I gotta find the crew and fast," you cursed, scanning over the ground below to try and find any sign of your crewmates.

The crew's best chance of escape from this navy protected town would be to hightail it now, using the storm as cover.

"LISTEN! I'M THE MAN WHO'LL BE KING OF THE PIRATES!" the familiar voice of your captain echoed throughout the town.

'Shit.'

You soared down to where you heard his voice come from, only to see him pinned down to the top of the execution block, Buggy standing above him.

'SHIT!'

"Stop the execution! NOW!" Zoro and Sanji shouted, both of them standing at the entrance of the courtyard.

The crowd of people, Buggy's men, and Buggy himself, all stopped their chattering, turning their attention to the two of them.

You quickly landed next to them, drawing your mace upon landing. 

"Sanji! Zoro! (y/n)!" Luffy smiled at the sight of you three, "Hey, guys!"

"Zoro! (y/n)! Sorry, but you're a little bit too late!" Buggy sadistically smiled, winding up his sword.

"Take down the platform! I'm going for Buggy!" you exclaimed, quickly taking off.

"Right!" Zoro and Sanji agreed, running straight for it.

"Not even the great Zoro can stop me now! This is it for your captain!" Buggy cackled.

"You bastard! Get away from him!" you shouted, white, hot anger oozing from your tone.

You may not have the same goal as him, but Luffy was still your captain. And even though he was incredibly dense, you were not going to let a single person lay a finger on his head.

You pushed your wings harder, faster. 

You had to get there in time.

"Zoro! Sanji! (y/n)! Usopp! Nami!" Luffy shouted with a smile, getting all of your attention.

"I'm sorry, but... I'm dead."

'DAMMIT!'

Just as Buggy brought down the sword, a gigantic bolt of lightning struck the platform, bringing down the entire thing in a flaming heap.

And none other than your captain emerged from the rubble, picking up his hat from the ground.

"Hey, I'm still alive. That's nice," he laughed with a smile, soot covered but otherwise okay.

You landed next to Zoro and Sanji, who were just as shocked as everyone else.

"That had to be divine intervention," Sanji stated, lighting up another cigarette as Luffy walked over.

"Stop talking nonsense," Zoro rolled his eyes.

You ran up to Luffy, knocking him upside the head.

"You idiot! Don't scare me like that!" you exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed.

"Ouchie! I'm sorry," he pouted, rubbing the knot on his head.

"Look alive. Our troubles aren't over," Zoro chimed.

Just then, a gigantic horde of marines came flooding in from all sides, each one of them ready for battle.

They started off with the Buggy pirates, leaving the four of you to plan out your next move.

"It's only a matter of time before they come for us. We gotta move now," you stated quickly, hovering over the ground.

You grabbed Luffy and tossed him onto your back, grabbing Sanji and Zoro with your two free hands.

"Let's move!"

You darted straight into the air, zipping down the main road to get back to the Merry.

"(y/n)-swaaaaaaaan! You're so beautifully strong!" Sanji fawned.

"Shut up!" Zoro exclaimed.

"Roronoa Zoro!" a girl below you shouted, angry.

Zoro winced at the sound of her voice, looking down to confirm that it was her with a sigh.

"You need a drop off?" you asked, cocking a brow.

"Yeah," he nodded, gripping the handle of one of his swords.

"Alright. Don't die, swordsman," you smirked, shooting the man a wink.

He smirked right back, giving you a determined look, "You got it."

With that confirmation, you let him go, him landing on the cobblestone road below.

You weren't that high, after all.

"I swear if you hurt her, mosshead, I'll kick your ass," Sanji shouted.

With the drop in weight, you were able to pick up some speed, and managed to make it to the entrance of Loguetown in no time.

But, unluckily for you three, there was a familiar face blocking you.

Smoker Captain Smoker.

'Shit.'

"Strawhat!" he shouted, angry.

"You wanna handle this one?" you asked Luffy, slightly turning to look at him.

"Yuh-huh!" he cheesed, quickly nodding.

"Then hop off, already! You're slowin' me down," you exclaimed, a bullet from a nearby crowd of marines whizzing past your ear.

"Woohooo!" he shouted, jumping off your back and landing in front of Smoker.

"Looks like it's just you and me, (y/n)-swaaaaan!" Sanji smiled, happily wiggling in your grip.

"We're almost there, Sanji," you stated, squinting to see through the torrential downpour.

And a little ways away, you could see the Merry, and she was moving.

"There!" you exclaimed, pushing your wings once more, trying to get to the ship as quickly as possible.

"Nami-swaaaaaan!" Sanji loudly cooed as the two of you approached the Merry.

"Sanji! (y/n)!" Usopp smiled, leaning against the edge. 

"Where's the others?!" Nami shouted.

Sanji's expression changed in an instant, "Ugh, we'll pick them up later!"

You dropped the lovesick cook on deck before quickly turning around, hitting away the incoming cannonballs with your mace as if they were baseballs.

"Will you marines give it a rest!" you exclaimed, hitting one back at the rocks they were standing on.

Just as it exploded, a giant wall of abnormally strong wind came barreling towards the docks, blowing everyone and everything back.

Since you were in the air, you quickly slung to the mast to keep yourself from getting blown too far away.

"What the hell is this?!" you shouted, the wind loosening your death grip.

It was destroying everything, the cannons, the wharf, even a little bit of the buildings.

But just as swiftly as it started, it stopped, dropping you onto the deck headfirst.

"For fuck's sake," you cursed, rubbing the knot.

"(y/n)-swan! Are you alright?!" Sanji asked, frantically helping you up.

"I'm fine, really. Where are Luffy and Zoro?" You asked, looking around.

"Incoming!" Usopp shouted fearfully, pointing up at the sky.

You looked up to see Luffy and Zoro on a crash course straight for the Merry.

The two of them crashed right into the primary sail, rolling off it and falling into a heap on the deck.

"Glad to see the two of you are safe," Nami smiled.

"Watch where you're aiming, Luffy! You coulda hurt the Merry!" Usopp exclaimed.

"You alright, swordsman?" you smirked, crouching in front of the green-headed man.

He grumbled, rubbing his head, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Hey, look! A lighthouse!" Nami pointed, giddy.

"A lighthouse? Out here? Why?" Usopp asked, confused.

"It's one of the markers for the Grand Line. The entrance should be close by!" she answered.

"The entrance to the Grand Line is just up ahead," Luffy looked out into the distance, holding his hat in place.

"I think we should say something to mark the occasion," Sanji announced.

"Yeah!" everyone agreed

He rolled out one of your barrels of sake and placed his foot on top, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm going to the Grand Line to find the All Blue."

Luffy did the same, still holding down his hat. 

"I'm gonna be... King of the Pirates!"

"The world's best swordsman," Zoro smirked, propping up his boot.

"I'm going so I can draw a map of the entire world," Nami smiled.

"I guess I'm going... to be a brave warrior of the sea!" Usopp exclaimed.

All eyes turned to you, expectantly.

It seems that now everyone realized you had never directly stated what was your purpose for going to the Grand Line.

Your face turned serious, and you propped your sandaled-foot up on the barrel.

"To find Doflamingo," you lied.

'To kill Doflamingo.'

Luffy's smile grew even wider as he looked down. 

"And now... to the Grand Line!"

And with the smash of your feet, the six of you made your entrance to the Grand Line official.

You all were proper crew mates, all heading to the same place to accomplish vastly different goals.

'No matter what it takes, I will kill Doflamingo.'

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By the time he hangs up the call with Robin, Steve's not tired anymore. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he heads towards the living room, pulling an extra chair next to the typewriter. The window is already closed back.

"How did that happen?"

No idea

Steve groans and chugs down half of his beer in one go. 

"I need to clue the nerds in," he sighs with resignation. "I really want to help you, you know?" he asks, head turning to pout at the typewriter. 

I know. Thank you

Steve slumps over the chair. 

"I wish I was doing a better job at it. Turns out I'm useless when there's nothing to punch," he murmurs. He looks over the many unpacked boxes stacked against the wall.

The keys click.

Well Im glad theres no monsters to punch

Steve smiles weakly.

"That's fair, yeah."

I wouldnt even hope to have a life again if you werent here. Give yourself some credit

Steve shrugs at that.

"I was just at the right time and right place."

And thats enough

"I guess," Steve hums, not convinced. He focuses back on the boxes. "I'm gonna look for the walkie. You," he taps against the table and points at the sheet of paper. "List any books or movies you want me to check out when I'm in town tomorrow."

Roger

He knows it should be somewhere in the top boxes. Well, the ones labeled as 'essentials' at least. But, apparently, Steve from a week before decided his hairspray and comb go into those. He sighs, putting them on the table. Next go actual essentials, like flashlights and candles in case his electricity wasn't cooperating. He finds what he's looking for in the second box and slams it on the center of the desk, so he doesn't forget to call the Party tomorrow. He's too tired to interact with them after the day he's had. 

He looks at the chair in front of the typewriter and for a moment he can almost feel a connection with someone else in the room, like their eyes have met despite the worlds separating them. He rounds the table to look at the list Eddie's made, which consists mostly of authors and bands he doesn't recognize but some of them he's herd of from his nerds. He taps the sheet sticking out of the machine. 

"Mike's been raving about a new Metallica tape for some time, I can probably find it for you. And I know for a fact there's a new edition of Dungeons and Dragons out."

The words are barely out of his mouth when the typewriter frantically comes to life. 

THERES A NEW EDITION OF DND I HAVE TO LEARN ? STEVE STEVE PLEASE I BEG YOI CAN YOU FIND IT FOR ME ? 

And Steve is a weak man, a people pleaser, as Robin calls him. He loves doing little things that will make his friends happy. 

"Yeah," he nods. "I'll look around."

Thnk you thank you thank you 

Steve laughs. 

"I haven't found it yet, It's a small town, don't expect too much," he says, knowing full well he'll drive to Indianapolis if he has to, just to find what Eddie needs. He's been stuck with the same books for ten years, it's normal that Steve wants to help. Somehow, he's already put him in the same box his other friends are: nerdy, lost, in need of help or protection. Just his type. 

He hopes it doesn't change when they actually meet.

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