#They're all so good but I do need a fifth

[chil-aglia]

FTNTH & WFI Crossover!

The disaster in twins

Chapter 5

WFI Donnie belongs to @cimmerian1275 (who also beta read this)

We decided, hey, let’s make a crossover with our double mutated versions of Leo and Donnie, because we love some disaster twins' shenanigans!

We also decided to call them Sword and a Sparrow (SAAS)

Sadly, can’t tag it, won’t show up for some reason

Donnie squinted when a bright light was shoved under his snout for the fifth time this morning, grunting at the sudden flashbang and shoving Leo’s arm away along with the phone he was holding.

“Is this what you’re combined with?”

“Scoff, no.” He grumbled, rubbing at the bridge of his snout when he could feel his growing headache getting worse. Did Leo seriously have to use light mode?

“What about this?”

“No.”

“Stop gatekeeping lore, you gotta tell me eventually.” He whined, waving the phone and its search results around in emphasis.

Donnie drew out a deep sigh, wondering if he would be able to smother Leo with the wing he’d taken possession of as an impromptu blanket. Losing a couple of feathers was beginning to seem like the more appealing option. He was far, far too tired for this and he needed sleep, or coffee. When was the last time he even slept? Yesterday?

“Are you really not going to drop this?” He grumbled, not wanting to see what other horribly and scientifically incorrect guesses would be given, if he let Leo keep searching on his own without an answer.

“Yes, you didn't say I couldn't ask what you actually got frankensteined with, so— is it this?” He held his phone up again to show him, thankfully not as close this time. He felt a muscle in his face twitch agitatedly at the latest guess.

“Nardo, did you seriously come to the conclusion of a Triple Stryke, of all things? They're not even real! That's from a cartoon.”

“It has a scorpion tail, and breathes fire!” Leo wiggled his brows at him, like it was a perfectly logical guess.

“That’s not even— Aaarrrgh!” He clawed at the air, imagining strangling something Leo shaped in front of him. “Resigned sigh. FINE, it’s a Manticore. Happy?” He watched as Leo’s jaw dropped to form a big ‘O’, before he snatched his phone back and began excitedly typing in the search bar, claws clicking rapidly on the phone screen.

“Real quick, how do I spell that…? Wait, nevermind I got it.”

Donnie slumped further down into his borrowed chair as he yawned, crossing his arms and finally closing his eyes. Maybe he could take a quick nap while Leo was occupied with his research, and waiting for Mikey to make brunch.

He wasn’t looking forward to facing his alternate family for a second time, he’d avoided any awkward questions from them when he’d carried Leo to the med bay. He wouldn't have many good excuses to occupy himself with, and dodge any eventual questions about his whole current situation.

He wasn’t blind to how nervous Mikey seemed around him, and the way Raph constantly watched his every movement, muscles twitching and looking ready to either grab Leo or defend himself from a sneak attack. His alternate self seemed amicable enough at least, but neither of them had approached each other after Donnie proved his identity.

“Hey how come you got feathered wings? They're supposed to have bat wi—” Leo’s words were cut off with a strangled yelp when Donnie tugged his stolen wing free and slapped him over the face with it, hard.

“Hey! I was using that!” He pouted, mourning the loss of his feathery blanket.

“That’s why.” He retorts.

An awkward cough from the medbay entrance made Donnie pause, just before he was about to give in to the urge to flatten Leo with his wing for a second time.

Splinter stood at the entrance, his eyes staring at his son’s who blinked back at him. He was quiet, seemingly processing the scene in front of him before clearing his throat, “Orange has finished with the food preparations. Get it while it’s hot.” He informs, turning away and walking off, the sound of his feet tapping along the ground slowly faded.

Leo remained seated, biting his lower lip, feeling sick and overwhelmed. He didn’t think he was ready to face his family after the last time he was around them.

Raph was no doubt going to demand answers, meddling with Leo’s mind about being some useless leader. Or maybe he was going to call him a monster again.

Leo shuddered, shaking his head at the very thought of that. He didn’t want to be a monster. That’s not who he is. That’s not who he wants to become.

He debated staying in the med bay, maybe try faking sleepiness and letting Donnie go by himself.

But he couldn’t. Not when he realised it was Mikey who cooked for him. Even after Leo had…

Is he still scared of me?

Leo could still feel how his hand held Mikey down by his throat. How he was so close to severely injuring his baby brother.

And yet, Mikey still made food for him, still cared. Would he be sad if Leo didn’t show up? The last thing Leo didn’t want Mikey to think was that he was hated, giving him the wrong assumption by not seeing him.

He couldn’t do that to him.

Okay, Leo… you're the Face Man. Go out there and just give it your best?

He internally wanted to hit his head against a wall, but instead he softly sighed, looking towards Donnie, “You hungry?” He inquires, as the soft shell huffs begrudgingly and nods.

“I am feeling a little famished.”

The two proceed to get up, with Leo stumbling out of the bed and almost falling over, given how his legs felt numb from resting them for a while he wasn't that surprised. He balanced himself, tail flicking behind him as he and Donnie exit the med bay room, following the delicious scent of food from the kitchen.

When the two reached the kitchen, they noticed everyone sitting around the table, food presented on plates in the middle for everyone to pick off at.

“Whoa… Mikey, you made all this?” Leo perks up, his tail wagging side to side for a moment as he takes a seat at the end of the table.

“O-oh! Yeah, you probably didn’t eat anything when you were gone.” Mikey jumped a little at the attention from Leo, smiling at him even though it looked slightly forced.

“I only had ice cream. And a pizza slice.” Leo chuckled out, reaching out for the food in front of him as Donnie eyed the table. Instinctively he took a seat beside Leo, positioning his wings to be more comfortable as he looked at Splinter.

“Please tell me you have coffee.”

“Of course. Purple! Share your coffee with, uh… other Purple!”

Donnie, the one from this universe rolled his eyes but nonetheless he pressed a button on his tech brace, it blinked for a second before the noise of a drone came flying over.

“You called bros?” Shelldon appears, flying in as he spots the two Donnie’s. “Whoa! What did I miss while I was charging?” He questions, circling the guest that resembled his creator.

“Shelldon, pass the coffee jug over to other me.” Donnie orders, placing the coffee jug on top of Shelldon who nods and carefully flies over.

“Here ya go! Cool wings!” Shelldon commented before he flew around Donnie when he grabbed the coffee jug.

“Shelldon? He looks so… advanced?” He stated in shock at the observation, turning to Donnie who raised his brow at him.

“Well, yeah. Haven’t you made him like this yet?” He ponders, but before he could respond, Leo spoke up.

“Ugh! Boring, let’s dig in and not talk about nerd stuff.” He playfully grins, licking his lips as he decides to grab the syrup, chugging what he can down, blatantly ignoring how Donnie eyed him with a disgusted and judgemental look twisting over his face.

Leo then licked his lips, wiping the syrup off his mouth before grabbing a pancake and biting into it. He failed to notice how Raph observed him, more so looking at his canine teeth as he tapped his finger against the table.

“Actually… Leo. I wanna ask you something.”

“Hm?”

With a heavy and cautious breath. Raph narrowed his eyes in focus. “We were told that you have a voice in your head? What does that mean, exactly? Like someone else is living in there or something?” Raph interrogated, quick to notice how Leo tensed before he then whipped his head towards the winged Donnie.

“Snitch.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know that they didn’t know.”

Leo leaned against his palm, unimpressed. “Isn’t it considered rude to be talking about people behind their backs anyway?” He retorted, as Donnie shrugs his shoulders, sipping straight from the jug instead of pouring himself a cup.

“Leo. Be serious here with me. What’s this voice?” Raph lightly snapped, making Leo huff annoyingly at him, crossing his arms and staring down at his plate.

“It’s nothing.”

“Well it can’t be nothing.”

Leo rolls his eyes, his face clearly showing signs of getting irritated. “Okay, then it’s none of your business.” He sasses, making Raph groan and rub his temple.

“So immature…”

Leo scoffs, lightly gripping at the table, “Oh I’m immature? Sure, yeah, what else am I?” He hissed slightly, ignoring the rising tension as everyone else looked between the two.

“I’m not the one getting worked up over a simple question.” Raph stated as Leo flinched back.

“It’s hard, okay! I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised his voice back, only for Raph to shake his head.

“Don’t want to talk about it? Leo, look at you, you gotta speak to someone.”

“Look at me? I see myself everyday in the mirror. I know what I look like.”

“Do you? Cause all I see is—“

Leo quickly stood up, slamming his fist on the table as it rattled under the pressure, his tail flicking behind him agitatedly, pupils slitted and spines on his shell raised.

“See what, Raph?”

A beat of silence passed through, the two brothers glaring at each other. 

But that was cut through when the other dimensional Donnie spoke up, voice monotone as he eyed Raph with a deadpan expression. “And me? Do you happen to see me the same way?” He asked, making not just Raph but everyone else in the room tense at the question.

Leo widens his eyes, looking down at Donnie. He wasn’t expecting him to ask such a thing. He almost felt bad, seeing the way how his brothers—granted they were from a different universe—acted like this.

Donnie crossed his arms over his plastron, “I’ve been here for only a few hours and I can already see how you guys treat Leo. You're all scared of him. Weary. Like he’s going to attack you.” He pointed out, side eyeing Mikey who instinctively rubbed at his throat.

“…maybe he has already attacked. But I’m sure he had his reasons. It’s not fair for him to be treated like a wild animal. Especially by his own brothers.”

Leo relaxed at his comment. Letting out a slow breath and sat down again, quieter this time. He shifted closer to Donnie, who didn’t push him away. In fact, his tail curled subtly around Leo’s chair leg—a silent gesture of support without physically touching him.

The table was quiet now. The only sounds were forks clinking against plates, and Splinter quietly pouring himself a cup of tea.

No one said anything else.

Leo’s outburst still echoed faintly in the silence he left behind. The table, once buzzing with idle conversation and clattering cutlery, had fallen completely still.

Donnie's tail remained curled protectively around Leo’s chair leg, grounding him. Leo didn’t move, shoulders taut and fists clenched in his lap beneath the table. He didn’t even look at anyone now—just stared down at his half-eaten plate, jaw tight.

Across the table, Mikey had lowered his fork mid-bite. His eyes darted nervously between Leo and Raph, lingering a moment too long on Leo’s sharp canines and the raised spines along his shell. He swallowed hard and tried to smile again, but it trembled.

Raph looked visibly thrown off. He hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected Leo to rise like that—literally and emotionally—or for the other Donnie to turn the whole room against him with a single statement.

“I’m not here to play peacekeeper.” Donnie continued, softer now but still firm. “But I know what it’s like to be changed. To come back… different.”

He glanced at Leo beside him, his voice almost reflective now. Leo’s throat bobbed. His eyes hadn’t left his plate, but something in his posture eased, just slightly, at the validation.

Mikey looked away, guilt on his face. Even his appetite seemed to have vanished.

“…It’s not that we’re scared.” Raph finally muttered, almost under his breath, “We’re—”

“Uncertain?” Donnie finished for him. “Confused? Uneasy? All valid. But what isn’t valid is talking around him. Whispering about him like he can’t hear you. Acting like he's a liability.”

He gave a pointed glance at Mikey again, who shrank a little into his seat.

“And what happens if he is dangerous?” Raph said, more quietly this time, but with that worrying older brother edge in his voice. “What if something happens? You weren’t here when—when he nearly—”

“I wasn’t…” Donnie acknowledged, fiddling with the handle of his coffee jug, “But maybe if someone had just talked to him instead of walking on eggshells, he wouldn’t have had to explode in the first place or leave the lair.”

That hit something hard.

Leo shifted, curling in on himself just a little more. His hands beneath the table unclenched and clenched again, like he was bracing for something—or fighting the urge to speak.

“Look at this. It’s your fault that they’re acting like this.”

Leo tenses, hearing that voice echoing in his head. He recalled the last time she spoke to him. What she had him do. It was sickening.

Sickening. Sickening, sickening, sick—

Leo slapped a hand over his mouth, gagging as he quickly stood up, not bothering to look at anyone as he made a dash to the bathroom, slamming the door close as he collapsed over the toilet seat, spilling out his stomach's contents that burned his throat on the way out.

Why did it have to be him?

Why is it always him?

When the family had heard the door slammed, they waited, and then a beat later, retching could be heard.

The table was frozen again. No one moved.

Donnie, the one that was from Leo’s home dimension, swallowed hard.

“…I’ll go check on him.”

“No.” The winged Donnie said quietly, not budging from his seat. “Let him breathe first.”

They listened.

Outside, the sound of water running and Leo’s muffled sobs slipped through the cracks under the door.

Donnie’s grip on his coffee jug tightened.

He felt useless. How can he help his cursed other dimensional twin? It was clear the family had some sort of issue with his new look and behaviour, and he could understand why in a way that they were acting like that…

It just wasn’t fair.

“Donnie?” Mikey’s voice, quiet and calm, spoke up, catching the winged soft shell by brief surprise as he looked over to him. 

“Um, why is it that you have wings and a tail?”

Donnie blankly stared at him, lifting his hand up and running it down his face, grimacing.

Then a notification from a phone buzzed around the room, as the Donnie from this dimension perked up and checked his device.

“April‘s here. I’ll go meet with her.” He informs, already standing up and leaving as the winged Donnie let out a breath of relief.

“I’ll go check on Leo.” He quickly volunteered, speed walking towards the bathroom.

He wanted to avoid questions directed at him. It made him uncomfortable.

He stared at the bathroom door, knocking on it twice. “Leo? It’s me. Uh, not your Donnie.” He softly called out for him, waiting for a sign that Leo acknowledged him.

Eventually the door opens, Leo standing at the entrance looking tired. Eyes a little red, muscles loose and slack, numb.

Donnie wasn’t good with emotions, but he didn't like seeing Leo of all turtles like this. “Come on, let’s go chill out in your room, yeah?” He offered, instinctively using his wings to block the view of Leo from others as he grabbed his arm gently, guiding him away from the bathroom.

Donnie looked around the new layout of the lair, he wasn’t sure where everything was so he had to rely briefly on Leo to help him find the correct room. Leo silently did, walking sluggishly to his bedroom, which was a train cart.

They enter, closing the door for privacy as Leo groans and slumps down onto his bed, face burying itself into his pillows. Donnie stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing him thoughtfully.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it?”

“…no.”

Yeah, he figured that was the case.

He found some room on Leo’s bed, taking a seat beside him as he tried to make sure his wings didn’t knock over any of the action figures or posters littered around. “April’s here by the way. According to what your Donnie said.”

Leo hums in response, “I’ll say hi later.” He grumbled, reaching his hand out towards Donnie’s wings, finding one and pulling it over him like a blanket.

“My wing isn’t a blanket, Nardo.”

“Don’t care…”

Donnie exhaled shortly, he still wasn't used to anyone making contact with his wings, let alone prolonged contact. Despite that and the fact that he was essentially trapped again beside Leo, he allowed it, letting him do as he pleased. “Just don’t pull it too hard. My feathers will rip out.” He informs, hearing an acknowledging hum from the red eared slider.

The two fell into a mutual silence, just enjoying each other's presence.

Outside the room, and still in the kitchen remained Raph, Mikey and Splinter. The three cleaned up the table in heavy silence.

“I hope Leo’s okay…” Mikey mumbled, frowning. “I didn’t mean to make him feel horrible.” He spoke as Raph patted his shoulder in comfort, but he was quiet too.

Raph didn’t like it, but he couldn’t help himself from tensing up whenever he saw Leo’s tail thrashing behind him. Whether he was annoyed or just simply excited, it had Raph on edge.

Leo having a tail like that was abnormal itself. But it wasn’t what Raph was worried about. It was the behaviour. For 2 weeks, when Raph found Leo unconscious in that museum, he changed. Everything changed. 

Leo was easily angered, he hid a lot in his room. He would also stay in the dojo, sometimes even locking the door. Whatever he did in there, Raph didn’t know but when Leo would eventually come out, he could spot bruises blossoming on his knuckles.

Then, Leo jumped his brother, his baby brother. And Raph, well… genuinely he thought Leo was going to do something… something that may have resulted in Mikey getting seriously hurt or worse.

Raph acted then, with the instinct to protect. And he…

Well he just doesn’t know what to do anymore. Being a big brother is hard.

Raph wasn’t the only one who had trouble with Leo. Mikey was nervous on how to act or what to say to him, afraid that he might snap. He’s seen Leo ticked off before, but he’s also seen him unusually more mad since his transformation.

He tried to give him space for him to clear his mind. But Mikey really cared for his brother, and when he saw Leo mumbling to himself that day he went missing. He just wanted to help…

And he got terrified instead.

And then there was Donnie. He really felt like he wasn’t as close to Leo as they used to be since the curse. He didn’t want to say it to anyone, let alone admit it to himself but with how Leo looks, Donnie can’t help but feel on edge around him now.

His long and sharpened claws seemed to remind him of Shredders, and the way Shredder tore up his battle shell with his talons. And if Donnie wasn’t wearing that, it would’ve torn up his actual soft shell.

A heavy beat of silence paved through until it was interrupted by Splinter. 

“My boys… Leonardo has gone through many changes in such a short time. And… I fear I am the root of the issue.”

Splinter places down a cup into the sink, sighing gravely under his breath and rubbing the back of his head. “Perhaps… I handed him the position of leader too soon. And for that I believe he’s also taking too much pressure from it.” 

He turns to Raph who watched him curiously, “I must also apologise to you. Taking away that role so suddenly from you.” He added, making Raph tense for a moment before he slowly relaxed his shoulders a little, shaking his head.

“I’m alright pops. It’s Leo I’m more worried about.”

“You and me both, Raphael.”

Mikey silently listened in, scrubbing the plates. He perked up when Donnie and April entered the room, “Hey guys. Uh, Donnie kinda filled me in on what’s going on.” She sheepishly smiled, looking around for a sign of Leo and the other Donnie that had been mentioned to her.

“Are they….?”

“I think I saw them go into Leo’s room.” Mikey comments, recalling how he saw from the corner of his eye, Donnie guiding Leo away from the bathroom when they passed by the kitchen.

“Well… maybe I can quickly go and say hi? Check in on them both.” April smiles, confidently striding towards the bedroom.

Inside the twins continued to stay silent, Leo facing away from him and buried under layers of feathers, unmoving.

Donnie eventually spoke up. “You know… you should probably tell them about Zarynthia.” He informed, making Leo stiffen before scoffing and shaking his head.

“Why? It’s not their problem.”

“They can help you?”

“Don’t need it.”

Donnie furrowed his brow at him, “Leo, you lost control. And from the sounds of it, it wasn’t the first time either?” He stated the obvious, Leo bit his lip at the comment.

“…I don’t know if I can tell them.” He mumbled.

A moment of silence passed by the two, then only a few seconds after a familiar feminine voice broke the quietness.

“Tell us what?”

The twins flinch, with Leo immediately springing out the bed as Donnie stood up defensively. They stare ahead with wide eyes to see April, having opened the door and was now leaning on the frame with a curious stare directed at them.

“Hi other Donnie.” She greeted, Donnie awkwardly waving his hand in reply as April snapped her head towards Leo and narrowed her gaze. “Now, explain what it is you can’t say?”

Leo opened and closed his mouth, his throat felt like it was being squeezed lifeless as he mentally tried to reason with himself.

Just tell her… tell them. What’s the worst that could happen?

They could see you as a dangerous monster.

They wouldn’t…

You saw how they all acted when you pounced on Mikey. How scared they were.

That’s not my—

Fault? Oh but it is…

Leo gulps, taking in rapid gulps of air, feeling his chest begin to tighten. “Leo? You okay?” April questioned, her eyebrows furrowing in concern as Donnie quickly turned to face in front of Leo. Checking him over with a quick scan via his goggles, he noticed how shaky he had become, how dissociative and distant his gaze now seemed when he failed to answer April's question.

“Panic attack…” He muttered to himself, gently grabbing Leo’s hands. “Nardo? Hey, you're safe. Focus on my voice, the feeling of me holding your hands.” He tried to help, his tail swishing anxiously for his twin.

“I… I c-can’t—“ He gasped, his voice strained and barely audible.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. I’m sorry I suggested it.”

Leo trembles, the voices of his self consciousness loud and too obnoxious for him to handle. “Make it stop… it’s loud.” He whined, holding his head with his hands as Donnie and April shared a concerned glance between each other.

“What’s loud?”

“Everything.”

April hums in understanding, looking around for something to use. She widened her eyes and quickly walked over to a corner of the room.

“Donnie told me you borrowed an older pair of his soundproof headphones a few days ago.” She came closer, gently reaching over and placing the headphones over Leo, the slider flinching briefly at the sudden contact but relaxed when April activated the soundproofing function.

And it became quiet.

Leo slowly began to breathe in as he concentrated on the silence. Closing his eyes in doing so. He could still feel Donnie holding him, but he didn’t mind. He just wanted the voices to stop talking to him for a bit.

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WFI Masterpost

FTNTH Masterpost

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6 (coming soon)

You are free to make fan art of these two by the way! We accept all art of them!

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I've trapped myself in a loop.

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Betrayal of the Queen

Part 1

Endings:

Forgive

No forgiveness(Kofi/Patreon Only)

Yandere Sons take out the old hive(Kofi/Patreon Only)

A/N: Hii, this was available to kofi/patreon early, and some of the endings will be exclusively there! Also, the relationship between you and your bee hybrid sons is completely platonic! It’s pretty obvious in this fic but I get weird questions and just want to clarify. Thanks!

They regret not appreciating your kindness and soft nature when they appoint their new queen.

She was taller, more lithe and graceful. They threw you out the second they saw her on the street. Your sons of course followed, shocked and devastated that their own fathers and fellow hive would do this to you!

You had served as the queen for nearly five years now, creating the new generation and caring for them with all your heart.

But you were a bit fragile, not able to bear as many young as the previous queen. The hive had loved you at first, adoring you endlessly, but when they noticed how little eggs made it to the birthing stage, they realized that you may not ever rebuild their hive in the way that they hoped.

They slowly began to stop caring for you as much, leaving your care to your sons. Some of the hive even went out and flirted with other females, leaving you to incubate those eggs with only your children by your side.

Most grew resentful, seeing you as nothing more than a burden to the hive.

By the fifth year, the only bees in the hive that had remained loyal to you were the very ones you birthed.

Your children disliked how you were treated, but stayed because taking you away may cause issues. Your safety was their top priority, but they were also deeply in tune with your emotions.

The hive stopped even pretending to care near the end, shunning you for not being a good enough queen. They buzzed around haughtily, being so bold as to bring other females into the hive right in front of you!

Your heart ached. At first you had truly loved that hive, sacrificing most of your human life and your body to bare eggs in a womb that could barely maintain them.

You had done so much, yet they didn't seem to care.

In their hearts they knew they were being cruel. But they were selfish and greedy, wanting the hive to flourish... but that couldn't happen with you around.

"She'll be banished."

Your sons stared at the council member in shock as they announced the decision. "Are you joking? She's the queen, you can't-"

"It states that if a queen is no longer fit to rule, then she will be banished and a new queen will be chosen. When a queen can't lay the right amount of eggs, she cannot function correctly."

One of your sons, the prince stepped forward, his wings buzzing threateningly. "You've treated her like garbage for years, and now you're going to abandon her? Is that really how we treat a queen?"

"Hardly a queen, if you ask me."

A female said, crossing her legs. The prince turned on his heels, hissing. "You shouldn't even be in this hive, the queen is the only female allowed-"

"She's not the queen anymore. Get her out and leave."

The bee hybrids watched in awe as every single son of hers stood. "If she leaves, we leave with her. You've all become so greedy, taking advantage of our mother and pushing her to her limits and expecting her to just roll over and take it. You're a disgrace to the bee hybrid name."

You were in tears when your crown was taken, crying into one of your son's chests. Your sons took up about 1/3 of the hive, and left with you.

The new queen had been already lined up to take your place. She was thin, tall, and beautiful, all that they could have asked for.

But she was also manipulative and cruel.

"The drones? Do we really need to help them? They're replaceable, aren't they?"

She crossed her legs, staring on in boredom as a worker bee reported to her. "But my queen, the drones are stuck in a storm, shouldn't we at least try to help them?"

"Of course not, I don't really care if they live or die.

I'm the queen, the most important. Shouldn't you just be happy I'm here and producing eggs?"

It quickly became obvious that the new queen cared not about her subjects, only about expanding her power and rule. The people starved, the babies hated their mother. She refused to even look at them once they were born, moving on to start another clutch.

The new queen picked only the most handsome and fit bee hybrids to mate with, creating only a small gene pool. This meant that the ones she mated with were constantly tired, and the others were increasingly sexually frustrated.

A few bee hybrids sat in a common room, depressed.

"Remember when the old queen would come down here and listen to our woes? She would mate with all of the hive, not just a select few..."

"The old queen made sure that the elders were taken care of. Not a single senior was left behind."

"She was so warm and soft, the new queen has no warmth in her body or soul."

They missed you.

But could they ever say they deserved you back?

Thinking of the years of neglect and mistreatment, of how they had taken your love and kindness for granted…

It all came to an end when the queen came before the council. She was as cold as ever, her eyes empty as she spoke.

"Thank you all for making me your queen and being so... stupid."

Her vacant eyes glanced over the room, and suddenly the smell of decay became almost overwhelming as her body began to wriggle and shift.

"That previous queen of yours had been keeping us at bay for nearly five years, and you let us in easily."

The new queen was ripped apart, parasite wasp larvae falling onto the ground and wriggling towards the nearest bee hybrid, attaching themselves and burrowing into their abdomen.

The room erupted into a frenzy of bees being eaten alive while others tried to escape. Even after leaving the room, several council members were seized by infected bees, taking them down with the rest of the hive.

Only around 100 members of the original hive survived, and while they flew away from the remnants of their home, all they could think about was you.

In all your years of being queen, you had been fighting to keep them safe. You tried so hard, barely able to lay eggs due to the intense stress of taking on the imminent threat of the parasite wasp hybrids alone.

You hid all of the pain, all of the work you did just to give them some peace of mind… and they repaid you by abandoning you when you needed them most.

You hadn’t failed them as a queen, no. They failed you as a hive. The hive wouldn’t exist without you, and had quickly fallen to ruin with your absence.

All they could hope for was that you would forgive them.

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You smiled to yourself, one of you infant sons sleeping on your lap as your new hive buzzed around you. Without all the stress that had been piled on you, incubating eggs was easy.

“Mother, I’ve prepared your dinner.”

One of your sons nuzzled his antennae against your forehead in a sign of innocent affection before setting your plate on your nightstand. Even when they got older, they were still your babies.

Your sons had quickly formed a hive with you after you were banished, and now you lived a happy life with them and the new bee hybrids that joined.

Any bees that had been ostracized were welcome to join, and your sons personally interviewed each new possible mate of the queen to make sure they wouldn’t betray you.

After all, they loved their mom, and wanted you to be happy over anything else. They didn’t care if you laid eggs or not, they could spend the rest of their days snuggling with and taking care of you and be perfectly content.

But you wanted to have more children, to make a new hive where you’d be loved and happy.

Of course, any wish you had would be fulfilled. They set off and gathered any bee hybrids they could, wanting their mama to find her confidence in being a queen again.

It felt nice to be able to mate again, to be loved intimately. The new bee hybrids were loving and gentle, appreciating every soft curve of your body answ kissing away any tears you shed from your lingering insecurities.

Your sons worked on building a hive and producing honey while the new bee hybrids helped you with creating new children to add on to the hive. You felt like one, big, happy family.

It all came to a halt when the bees guarding the entrance to your hive brought forth an intruder.

You instantly recognized him as a council member from your old hive.

Memories of all the awful things they said and the circumstances of your banishment came to your mind, making your breathing quicken.

“My queen-“

“Don’t you dare call her that, you scum!”

The prince said, standing in front of you protectively “She isn’t your queen anymore, you made that decision yourself.”

The council member hung his head in shame. “… I know. Trust me, we all regret that deeply.”

You gently pulled the prince to you, giving his antennae a gentle caress to calm him down. Even if he was a prince, he was still one of your sons, and they were all angry on your behalf.

When you stayed silent, the former council member continued. “The hive… it’s gone. The new queen was a pawn for the parasitic wasps.”

This caused your hive to buzz anxiously. Many of the new members were from broken or destroyed hives by those hybrids.

Some were just little ones, torn away from their mothers, watching as the queens that birthed them were killed. Their tiny bodies trembled as they clung to your side, of course you had adopted them.

“Why do you darken my doorway, saying such things in front of the children?” you said, gathering the terrified babies into your arms. “You have no business here, I’ve been banished.”

“My queen-“

The prince was across the room in a split second, holding a knife to the former council member’s throat. “Don’t make me tell you again, scum. That is my mother, not your queen.”

You lifted a hand, and the prince backed away slightly, but stayed within arms reach. “… what about the new queen’s children?”

“… most of them were infected with the queen’s parasites. Those that we could save were in a dire state, while the rest perished.”

You let out a distressed whine, clutching one of the orphans' hands to comfort them. It wasn’t easy being a mother and hearing about the death of children.

“And what do you want from me?”

He took a moment to think before speaking. “Shelter for the children… they’re scared and hungry, most of them have severe injuries and illnesses as well.”

“… alright. Basil, please contact the worker bees and have them set up a temporary quarantine room, with enough room to accommodate 30 children.”

You sat back down on your throne, peering down at the former council member. He had been someone you had loved, even mated with years ago. A few of your sons were a result of that… yet in this moment you resented him and all the previous hive had done.

“I will only be taking in the children.”

Before he could protest, he stopped himself and stood. “I understand… please, do not hate them because of what we did. They are innocent in this.”

As you watched over the construction of the quarantine room, you occasionally glanced outside.

Your former hive members, at least, what was left of them was gathered around. They gave up their children, only wanting their survival.

When they spotted you looking, they stared up at you with remorse and longing.

They’d be staying nearby while waiting for the children to recover, and the threat of the parasitic wasps still lingered.

Would you ever be able to forgive them, especially if it meant joining forces and gaining knowledge to protect yourselves in a world that was changing rapidly?

Or would you turn your back on them, just like they had done to you? It was only fair, and how could you trust them when they already betrayed you once?

The choice was yours.

Which ending do y’all want to see first?

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[nereidprinc3ss]

drunk in love

in which fem!reader gets extra affectionate with spencer when she's drunk and he's just happy to be there

fluff! warnings/tags: drunk!reader, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, spencer loves you so bad, short n sweet, that's it a/n: this is for the person who requested spencer taking care of drunk!reader and they're just being really cute and kissy and i lost your request i'm sorry but i hope you see this!! if you guys like this pls let me know, i have spencer helping drunk!r with a bath locked and loaded and its also so cute oh my god i love him goodnight

“Spence,” you say, voice pretty and airy as a song, pressing butterfly-light kisses with soft lips all over the side of his face. 

“What?” he asks fondly, fighting to keep his grip on you secure as you keep trying to fall down and bring him with you. This bar isn’t necessarily a dive, but he’s sure the floor is still sticky and he’s not interested in checking. 

“I really love you so much. I love you so much more than anyone else has ever loved anyone before.” It’s the fourth or fifth time you’ve told him you love him so much in ten minutes, but it doesn’t feel any less wonderful to hear. “Say it back!” you pout, settling against his chest. 

“You didn’t give me time to say it back,” he explains patiently, looking down at you and brushing hair behind your ear. “I love you so much, too, baby.”

Suddenly you’re too flustered and shy to make eye contact. 

“Call me that again.”

Spencer’s brow furrows. His smile flickers wider. 

“What? Baby?” You nod into his chest. He smooths your hair. “I call you baby all the time.”

“Because you love me?”

“Because I love you,” he agrees solemnly. 

You squeak, covering your face with your hands. Not for the first time tonight, he wonders what exactly was in those drinks Penelope kept ordering for you.

“Kiss?”

He gently grabs your wrists. 

“You have to show me that pretty face if you want a kiss.”

Your hands slide down your cheeks and you tilt your head up. Now that your face is on display, pretty and shiny in the low lighting, Spencer ducks down and kisses you sweetly, one hand on the back of your head, the other pulling your wrists down and out of the way. He makes sure to not let it go on for too long. There are still plenty of people around, but more saliently, you are quite drunk. 

“Good?” he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek as he pulls away.

“Can we kiss forever?”

“We can try,” he muses. 

“I love you,” you say again, plainly. “I wish there was a word stronger than love. I feel like I’ve said love so much it’s lost all its meaning.”

“Keep saying it,” he encourages. “I like hearing it.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” you whisper. Spencer leans down for you to cup your hand to his ear clandestinely. Sweet vanilla perfume still clings to your warm skin, lingering on your neck, mixing with the smell of fruity cocktails on your breath and making him dizzy. “I think JJ has a crush on you.”

He chuckles, straightening. Grieving the loss of your scent for just a second in the back of his mind—until you’re pressing against him anxiously, and it returns. 

“JJ is married, babe. I don’t think so.”

You pout. 

“No, but I really think she does! It makes me sad!”

Spencer doesn’t believe it for a second, but he knows hard logic and persuasion aren’t really going to do much for you right now. So he loops an arm around your waist and reigns you in. 

“You don’t need to be sad, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter who has a crush on me because I have a crush on you.”

“Just me?” you ask anxiously. 

“Just you. You’re the prettiest girl in the world. I have a huge crush on you.”

He realizes his voice has taken on that saccharine quality that Derek would give him shit for, and it’s probably visible in his eyes as he leans close to you, but he doesn’t care at all. 

You raise your chin, wordlessly asking for another kiss. He delivers. The fabric of his shirt tugs where you grab onto it, attempting to bring him closer even when he draws away from the kiss. Of course he allows it, narrowly avoiding stepping on your toes as you pull him to you like a dog on a leash. 

“Can we go home? I wanna cuddle.”

Oh, yeah. If Derek were present he’d have the most ridiculous, shit-eating grin on his face right now. Luckily he’s not here right now, and even if he were, Spencer would still brush your hair aside and say, absolutely we can go home and cuddle. 

“Of course we can. Do you want to say goodbye to everyone?”

“Mm… can we Irish goodbye?”

He chuckles. 

“I think you should say thank you to Penelope for buying you all of those ridiculous drinks that are making you so nice.”

You make a face. 

“I’m always nice.”

“You’re not always this nice,” he reminds you with a small smile, resting his hands on your waist. You frown. 

“In my head I am.”

He kisses your head. It’s impossible not to. 

“I know. Come on, let’s say bye. I want to go home too.”

“You think I’m not usually nice?”

“Of course I don’t think that. I think you’re so nice.”

“Oh my god, can we get ice cream?” You gasp, already distracted and pulling him along by the hand as you weave through the sparse crowd. 

He smiles to himself, happy to follow your lead as long as you don’t let go. 

“We can definitely get ice cream. We can do whatever you want.”

[elliesbabygirl]

ch.008 ⇄ch.009; everything is romantic- charli xcx

"early nights in white sheets with lace curtains"

my masterlist.

word count: 4.8k words

series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy 'breakup' between the two of you.

warnings: swearing, lesbian sex, fingering (r! receiving), dirty talk (from ellie, kinda sub ellie undertones for a bit, strap-on sex (r! receiving), tit play/sucking, FERAL Ellie, mentions of pregnancy, slight (HUGE) mention of Ellie developing a breeding kink, kissing, drinking, wedding themes (not for Ellie and r!) but Ellie does mention wanting to MARRY reader, and slight use of y/n. This whole final chapter is literally just SEX because Ellie's a munch n I said so

author's note: so we're finally here... it's the finale ch. for 'run your mouth'. I'm so like distraught almost cause you guys... 'rym' is my baby😭. I really am so excited for you guys to read this last chapter. It does have a bit of time skip but that's not important for my babies cause they're gonna be happy (get nastyyy) with each other. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions with ellie and y/n but I really do love them. Enjoy this last chapter of 'rym' and as always, this last chapter is not proofread and just pure horny sex🩷

The reception hall was glowing with string lights, the air buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the kind of soft music that made even the stiffest guests sway a little in their chairs. Ellie was leaning back in hers, one arm slung casually over the back of your seat, a half-full glass of champagne dangling loosely in her other hand.

You were both a little tipsy—okay, maybe a lot—but not enough to forget the way she’d been looking at you all night like you’d walked out of some dream.

“Can’t believe I get to sit next to the hottest person here,” Ellie murmured, her voice low, words just a little too smooth from the champagne. Her eyes dropped to your navy blue dress for the fifth—or maybe fifteenth—time that evening. “This dress should be illegal.”

You grinned, the compliment landing harder than it should have. “You’ve told me that three times already, Ellie.”

She smirked, completely unashamed. “Yeah, and I meant it every time.”

You leaned in closer, your voice soft enough that only she could hear. “You’re one to talk. This suit? The rolled-up sleeves? You look like you walked straight out of a youngmiko music video that I replayed too many times.”

Ellie flushed, clearly trying to play it cool and failing miserably. “You’re just saying that ’cause you’ve had champagne.”

“I’m saying it ’cause it’s true.” you said, brushing your hand against her thigh under the table, the touch subtle but intimate.

Her breath caught, and she looked at you like she couldn’t believe you were really here—at a wedding, sitting this close, laughing, teasing, loving her. It was new, but it wasn’t. It felt like everything you both had fought for finally leading somewhere good.

“I should ask Tommy if he needs help cleaning up,” she joked, eyes still on you. “Get outta here early. You know, in case my girlfriend in the navy dress wants to dance with me in the kitchen instead.”

You laughed, cheeks warm. “Or maybe just finish our champagne and behave like adults.”

Ellie grinned, leaned in close enough for her nose to brush against yours. “No promises, babe.”

And then she kissed you, quick and quiet, in the middle of a hundred people—there was no tension, no weight from the past.

You were both still giggling like teenagers hiding something, the champagne doing its job as Ellie leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. Her fingers brushed lightly against the hem of your dress, just teasing the edge where it met your thigh beneath the tablecloth, her touch feather-light but very intentional.

Her lips curled into a grin—that grin—wide and mischievous, like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Hey,” she murmured, voice playful and just low enough for only you to hear. “Wanna ditch early?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your expression even, but your growing smile gave you away. “Ellie…”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide with fake innocence, though the gleam in them gave her away. “I’m just saying, we could be home… you in that dress, me in this suit… not sharing a table with my second cousins right now.”

You snorted, nearly choking on your champagne. “You’re ridiculous.”

Ellie leaned in closer, her hand still resting dangerously close to your thigh, her lips brushing your ear. “Yeah,” she whispered, “but you like me like this.”

You did.

You really, really did.

And from the way her fingers laced through yours next, anchoring you even in the chaos of the room, it was clear she felt the same.

Ellie fumbled a bit with the key, still buzzed from the champagne and the weight of the day, her tie loose and jacket slung over one arm. You leaned against the hallway wall, slipping off your heels with a tired groan, your bare feet finally hitting cool hardwood.

Without warning, Ellie scooped you up bridal-style, laughing as you let out a soft yelp.

“Ellie!”

“What?” she grinned, pushing the door open with her shoulder. “It’s tradition, and you looked too damn good to let you walk in.”

She kicked the door shut behind you both, your giggles mingling with hers as she carried you across the threshold like it was a honeymoon instead of just another night from a party. The lights were low in the apartment, golden and warm, the quiet hum a contrast to the clinking glasses and music from earlier.

“You’re such a sap,” you mumbled, arms looped around her neck now, your cheek resting against her shoulder.

Ellie walked you into the living room, setting you gently on the couch before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” she murmured, brushing a hand along your jaw, “but only for you.”

The way Ellie's hands lingered at your waist made it obvious she wasn’t going far. You both were still giggling from the champagne, the soft hum of the apartment light casting a golden glow over her flushed cheeks.

“You know,” you teased, brushing your fingers along the loose knot of her tie, “that wasn’t even our wedding.”

Ellie snorted, leaning in until your noses nearly touched, her lips quirking. “Yeah, I know.”

You grinned, poking her side. “oh, you so wish.”

Ellie’s ears went red immediately, her laugh getting caught in her throat. “Shut up,” she mumbled, but her grin was wide—cheesing, stupid and soft and utterly in love with you.

You let out a breathless laugh as Ellie nearly trips over her own feet, both of you still tangled in the warmth of the post-wedding buzz. The second she catches herself from falling on top of you, she gives you that lopsided grin—the one that never fails to turn your stomach into butterflies.

Ellie’s breath was warm against your cheek as she whispered, “Maybe I do wanna make you my wife.” The words made your chest tighten in a way that was almost overwhelming — in a good way. She leaned in again, her lips finding yours with a tenderness that quieted the world outside the apartment. You caught her with a small laugh when she nearly lost her balance, her arms bracing around you, giggling against your lips.

The playfulness softened into something else — quiet, vulnerable, real. Ellie’s hands slid down to yours, fingers threading through them as she looked at you like you were something she was still afraid to lose.

“I mean it,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know when, or how, but I want that. you, all of it. Whatever it takes y/n.”

You blinked, searching her face, her words sinking in and settling in your chest like warmth. You brought a hand to her cheek, stroking her skin gently.

“Ellie...” you murmured, eyes looking at her as if she was holding the world in her hands, just for you.

Ellie kissed you again, slower this time, more intentional. Her hands were warm and familiar on your back, your waist, as the two of you curled into each other on the couch. The champagne glow had faded, but in its place was something steadier — the quiet buzz of belonging.

The warmth of her lips was still fresh on yours as the moment stretched, slow and golden, softened by champagne and all the stupid tenderness wrapped around Ellie’s heart like ivy.

Her forehead rested against yours, her breath quiet, chest rising and falling in sync with your own as you curled together on the couch like it wasn’t made of fabric but memory—like the world outside had faded to a hush and left only the two of you, flushed and grinning, pulsing with the kind of intimacy that asked for nothing but to be felt.

Ellie had settled between your legs somewhere during that long, meandering kiss, her weight resting gently, reverently, her tie hanging askew from her open collar.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you, a thumb brushing over the curve of your cheekbone like she could read the softness there, trace it like braille. Her freckles were still pink from the booze, and her pupils blown wide—not just from lust, but adoration, something heavier.

Her fingers found your hand again, intertwining slow, and she dipped in to kiss the corner of your mouth, almost shy. Then lower—along your jaw, beneath your ear, where her whisper barely stirred the skin.

“I’m gonna marry you, baby”

You felt it like a secret whispered right into your bones, low and serious despite the sweetness. Her mouth tickled over your neck, and she nudged her nose just beneath your ear as her other hand slid low, slipping beneath the hem of your dress where the fabric had already begun to ride up your thighs.

“I mean it,” she murmured, her lips brushing each syllable into your skin like she could etch them into your skin. Her fingers were warm—tentative at first, grazing over your inner thigh, up the gentle curve, and then dipping between your thighs.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, it would've clashed with the dress, in your defense. She hummed softly at the discovery, breath catching, mouth still teasing your jaw. “Fuck, baby…”

She ghosted her fingers along your folds, feather-light, barely there, like she didn’t want to spook you but needed to touch you. And when your legs parted for her without needing words, just trust, she let out a quiet, breathy laugh—so soft, so fucking reverent. “Yeah… just like that.”

Her fingers circled delicately over your clit, light and teasing, no real pressure yet, just the light flirt of her touch.

She was still looking up at you, eyes glassy, drunk. Not from champagne anymore but from you—from the way your hips shifted for her, the way your breath caught, how your lashes fluttered as her fingertip finally pressed in deeper, slick and slow.

Her other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your face towards her, grounding you in the sheer honesty of her gaze.

“I wanna put a ring on your finger, y’know that?” ellie whispered again, her voice so low it was almost a confession. “Wanna wake up next to you every morning. Wanna see you barefoot in the kitchen, yellin’ at me for burnin’ the eggs while the kids scream in the background.”

You laughed, breathless, trembling slightly as her fingers slipped inside, slow and gentle, curling just right. She paused, eyes flicking up to yours. “That okay?”

You whined. God, you whined

Ellie's smile turned soft and sly as she pressed deeper, thumb circling your clit now with more purpose. “Good,” she said, kissing your neck again. “’Cause I need you like we're already married.”

Your hips arched into her hand at that, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. “E–Ellie…”

She whined against your skin at the sound, a flush coloring her neck. “God, I love the way you say my name when I touch you.”

Her pace was so gentle it was maddening, like she was trying to memorize every slick, fluttering clench of you around her fingers.

Her wrist moved just enough, angle perfect, letting her thumb roll your clit in slow, loving circles while her other hand still held your face like you were the most precious thing she’d ever been allowed to love.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe,” she whispered, voice rough now. “So soft inside… like you were made to take me. Like you were made to be mine.”

Your breath hitched, legs tightening around her waist, and she hummed again, pleased, burying her face against your throat as her fingers pumped slowly in and out, soaking in the wetness slicking down her knuckles. She whimpered at it, soft and breathy, like it was too much. Like loving you like this was almost too tender for her chest to hold.

“Mmm—god, I could do this all night,” she whispered, kissing your collarbone, mouthing at it between words. “Just… hold you open, make you come slow, over and over… ’til you can’t even speak anymore, just say my name all fucked out, and then I’ll ask you again—ask you to marry me—and you’ll say yes this time. I know you will.”

You clenched around her fingers, your body betraying you before your voice could catch up, a high moan slipping from your lips as you arched beneath her, thighs trembling. “Ellie…”

“Yeah,” she breathed, desperate now, fingers working a little faster but still so careful, so full of aching love. “You’re mine, baby. Already are, gonna give you my last name, give you everything.”

Her mouth dragged up to kiss you, lips trembling with restraint even as your orgasm crested like a slow, perfect wave—pulling through your whole body in shuddering pulses, wet and hot around her fingers.

Ellie swallowed your moan with her kiss, her other hand cradling the back of your head as you came undone for her, as she whispered everything she’d never quite had the courage to say out loud.

“Gonna fill you up with me someday,” she murmured, still pressing tiny kisses between words, as her fingers slowed, curled up inside you. “Put a baby in you… make you glow for me… swollen belly and everything, my wife…”

You shook in her arms, her soft promises breaking something wide open in you. She held you through it, lips brushing your temple, her fingers staying inside like she couldn’t quite bear to leave you empty.

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the slow-turning fan above and the faint spill of citylight filtering through slats in the blinds—soft, dusky blue on Ellie’s skin as she loomed over you, her mouth parted, hair sweat-damp and mussed like she’d sprinted to get here.

Neither of you remembered exactly how you got from the couch to the bed—just that at some point your legs stopped holding steady, and Ellie had you pressed against the hallway wall, then the doorframe, and then onto her sheets with her mouth on yours like she couldn’t breathe otherwise.

Now her body hovered above you, tense with heat, a deep want radiating from her in waves. The strap was snug on her hips, the harness low and tight, the blue silicone base grinding subtly against her as she positioned herself, the toy slick with both lube and your slick.

Her hands braced by your shoulders, but her eyes never left yours—wide, pleading in a way that disguised how desperately she was moving.

“You’re gonna let me give it to you, right?” Ellie asked, breath ragged, voice cracking in the middle. “Let me make you come again? Let me fuck it into you?”

You whimpered beneath her, thighs open, back arched towards her with nothing but need strung tight through your stomach.

Ellie groaned at the sound, her hips giving an instinctive little buck before she caught herself. She pressed her forehead to yours, trembling just from being inside your gravity space. “Fuck—you make me crazy, you know that?”

She rocked her hips forward and eased inside with one slow, wet thrust—slick resistance giving way as your body welcomed the thick intrusion, slowly stretching around the toy.

Ellie gasped, hand clenching the sheets near your shoulder, her whole body shuddering as if she could feel it with you.

“God—you’re so tight, baby,” she whispered, teeth grit, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “So fucking perfect…”

Your moan was caught between your throat and lips, breath stuttering as Ellie's strap filled you deep, the pressure grounding, hot and full. Your legs curled around her waist on instinct, pulling her in, and Ellie nearly collapsed on top of you.

“Y-you—fuck, you want this, yeah?” she babbled, voice trembling as she began to thrust in slow, rolling strokes. “Want me to keep fucking you like this? Want me to fill you up—stretch you out—keep you open for me?”

You choked on a moan, fingers digging into her back, your heels locking behind her hips. Ellie made a broken sound, a raw little whimper as she pressed deeper, harder, finding a rhythm that rocked you into the mattress.

“That’s it, that’s it, just—just like that, baby” she gasped, sweat slicking her forehead, her whole body working to chase your pleasure like it was the only thing that mattered.

She wasn’t performing, wasn’t posing—she looked desperate to please, her breath breaking with every thrust, her hand curling tight against the side of your face like she was holding on for dear life. “I need—need you to come for me again, please, baby, please, I wanna feel it, even if I can’t really—fuck—feel it inside me, I feel it here—”

Her hand dropped to your stomach, spreading wide over your pelvis, pressing as her thrusts grew deeper, more focused, more consuming. “Right here, baby. Right where our kid’s gonna be. I can feel you taking me. You’re gonna get so full for me, aren’t you?”

Your whine turned sharp, hips jolting up into hers as the words ignited something feral in you—Ellie could see it, feel it, and she gasped like your need fed her own.

“Yeah,” she hissed, forehead pressed against yours again, her breath hitting your lips with every ragged exhale. “Gonna make you so fucking pregnant, baby—gonna fuck it into you every night ‘til it takes. Gonna keep you filled up with me—til you’re mine, forever.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed, and Ellie’s hands moved—one sliding behind your thigh to pull your leg higher, tilting your hips just enough for her to hit deeper, harder, her strokes now soaked with rhythm and need, the base of the strap grinding against her clit with every motion.

“C’mon—c’mon, baby, please come for me,” she whispered, voice cracking again as her mouth found your neck, kissing hard, teeth grazing, marking you. “I need it, need you to come—need to feel you fuckin’ clench around me like you want it, like you want my kids—”

You broke around her with a cry, your climax punching through your core like lightning, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing wildly around the strap as she groaned into your skin, chasing each ripple with frantic, desperate thrusts.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, that’s it, good girl, fuck—fuuuuck—”

You were barely catching your breath before Ellie was slowing, but not stopping—just grinding deep, holding you close, trembling all over as if she’d come too.

Ellie was still shaking above you, arms trembling from the strain of holding back, her hips pressing tight, the strap buried to the hilt inside you—wet and snug and twitching with every tiny flex of your walls. She was panting against your cheek, forehead pressed to yours, and you could feel the tremor in her voice before she even spoke.

“I—fuck, I need—can I—can I keep going?” she whimpered, her voice cracking, almost breathless from restraint. Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll, the pressure tight and immediate, her clit grinding against the base of the strap with every shift. “I know, I know you’re sensitive, baby, I know—but I’m so close—please…”

You moaned softly, still coming down, body trembling, cunt fluttering around the thick toy still stretching you full. Every tiny movement made your breath catch, overstimulated nerves lighting up like sparks. But Ellie’s voice—raw, needy, cracked open with need—made something deep in you throb all over again.

She started moving—slow at first, trying to be gentle, her whimpers growing louder the more she rocked her hips forward, the harness grinding tight against her clit with every push. Her forehead dragged down to your collarbone, lips brushing your skin in shaky kisses.

“I can’t stop—I can’t,” she whimpered , voice desperate now, almost crying with it. “You feel too good… you’re so wet, baby, I can feel everything—I can feel you squeezing me like you don’t want me to stop…”

You moaned, overwhelmed but pliant beneath her, and that sound made Ellie whimper brokenly, like she was right on the edge. Her hips stuttered harder, deeper, every thrust slapping slick between your thighs as her body chased friction, lost in the feel of your heat wrapped around her strap. Even if she couldn't feel it.

“Please,” she whispered again, mouth dragging lower, “please just—just let me…”

Her lips closed around your breast, sucking with a needy little groan, her tongue flicking the sensitive peak. She bit gently, grazing you just enough to make your back arch, the jolt of sensation blurring into the ache already humming in your overstimulated cunt.

She sobbed against your skin as she rutted harder, her movements frantic now, hips rocking wild and fast, the harness squeaking faintly with every grind. Her moans were soft and high, almost helpless, whimpering into your chest like she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—baby, I’m gonna—please, just—just let me—”

She bit down again, a little harder this time, muffling her whine in your breast as her whole body locked up above you. Her thighs trembled, her hips jerked once, twice—and then she came with a gasping cry, clutching you to her chest as her orgasm tore through her.

Her body shuddered, her moans soft and broken as she grounded herself down hard, dragging every last wave of pleasure out through the strap’s pressure against her aching clit. She was sobbing little breaths, lips still on your skin, repeating your name like a prayer.

You cradled her as she rode it out, breathless and shaking and wrecked, her fingers gripping your waist like she needed to anchor herself to you or she’d drift away.

Finally, finally, she stilled—limp and soaked with sweat, still buried inside you, forehead pressed between your breasts as her breath came in shuddering gasps.

“I didn’t mean to get so—fuck—I just… I needed you so bad, baby..” she whispered hoarsely.

The room was quiet, heavy with the scent of sweat and skin and something deeper—like sex left out in the open, warm and messy and unspoken. The sheets were tangled around your legs, damp with both of you, the strap still loosely harnessed to Ellie’s hips, forgotten in the lull of it.

She laid half on top of you, face buried against your chest, her breath warm and slow now, soft exhales against the skin just above your heart. Her freckles were flushed, lips parted, still pink from kissing too much. One arm lay draped over your stomach, the other curled beneath you, fingers twitching every now and then, like even in sleep she didn’t want to let go.

Neither of you spoke. There was no need. The silence wasn’t empty—it was full, humming with the echo of everything you’d said with your bodies. Her thigh was still slotted between yours, sticky and slick, and every slow breath made the toy shift inside you slightly, a reminder of how full she’d left you, how much she’d wanted you to take, both physically and emotionally.

Outside, the night murmured, a car passing, and a dog barking distantly. But here, in the nest of Ellie’s bed, it was just the hush of two bodies wound together in the aftermath of something that had left them both exhausted and full.

Ellie stirred once, just enough to press a kiss—clumsy and drowsy—against your collarbone, then mumbled so faintly you barely caught it.

“Mine.”

And then she was still again, letting the quiet wrap around you both like the softest possible kind of claim.

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author's note: wow, that's a whole lot of horny desperate lesbian sex.... 😭PLEASE stick with me you guys. I am so deeply beyond grateful for this series and all the love you guys have given me during this series. I really do hope you guys have loved and enjoyed this series like I have, it was my first major attempt at writing a series, so thank you from the CORE of my heart. Please ask/request anything from me as a mini celebration for 'RYM' ending. 🩷thank you so much.

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[illbegottenfaith]

the one where theo gets glasses

"What did you say you needed again?"

Theo was standing in his bathroom, staring at three equally incomprehensible bottles. From his bed, you called out something unintelligible. He pushed back his hair, damp from the shower, now sticking to his forehead in stubborn clumps.

"What?"

You looked up from the issue of Witch Weekly you had nicked from the common room and were now flicking through. You sighed, repeating yourself.

"Dreamless Sleep potion. The one with the blue label."

A brief silence. Then, his voice echoed from the bathroom, dry and irritable -

"They're all blue."

You huffed, swinging your legs off his bed.

"Just - hang on."

You entered the ensuite to see Theo squinting at the bottles under the bathroom light, holding them up close then far away from his face.

"You look like an old man at the apothecary," you teased. Theo didn't look half as amused.

"I am in an apothecary," he grumbled. "What are all these - so many - and why are their fonts all microscopic?"

You plucked the right potion out of his hand. "They're not microscopic. You just need glasses."

He frowned. "I keep telling you, I don't need -"

"Teddy, you're holding them like it's a tea leaf reading."

He put the remaining vials down. "It's - the lighting."

You didn't look impressed.

"Really? You're going to stand there and tell me you can't read under bright, fluorescent lighting?"

Theo took on a sulky look. "I had it narrowed down," he muttered.

"To what? The cabinet?"

He gave you a look.

"You know, it's very rude of you to be coming in here and insulting my perfectly acceptable vision."

You raised your eyebrows. "This coming from the man who washed his hair with muscle relaxant last week?"

Theo huffed. "I keep telling you, my eyes had soap - "

"Muscle relaxant."

"Oh my god."

"How did you not realise in the shower? You reeked of menthol." You padded out of the bathroom with your potion. "We'll get your eyes checked at Hogsmeade first thing tomorrow."

You pulled the covers up as Theo walked out of the bathroom, dressed for bed, with a faintly petulant look on his face.

"Fine," he mumbled, drawing you close as he joined you under the covers, smelling refreshingly clean of his unscented soap. You dimmed the light just enough for your magazine.

"You look hot," you tried encouragingly as Theo glared at you from behind his dark tortoiseshell lenses.

It was barely 10 am and Theo had already had his eyes examined and his glasses chosen. He didn't seem much appeased by your efforts in finding the frame that would best suit his features and colouring. You were starting to realise him rushing you through breakfast that morning had less to do with his eagerness to get his glasses and more to do with him wanting to finish before everyone else started arriving. Now, as the two of you waited for the bill to be drawn up, he scoffed.

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. I'll have to beat off all the fifth year Ravenclaws with a stick, trust me."

"Now you're just mocking me."

You grinned. "Only a little."

You meandered at the door while Theo paid. Outside, spring was in full bloom this time of year. The air was fragrant with the perfume of flowers in the chilly, stagnant morning air.

When Theo stepped out to join you, you stuck your hand in his as you walked back. For a moment, it seemed like he was refusing you before he finally relented and curled his fingers around yours. You watched his expression concernedly.

"Do you really hate them that much?" you asked softly. "Are they really that bad?"

He sighed. The slight weight on his nose felt foreign and the newfound sharpness made everything feel more vivid in a nauseating way. But at the same time, walking down the cobblestone path as the first morning rays filtered through the dissipating clouds felt like seeing spring for the first time all over again.

"I'm just not good with change," he settled for instead.

"But doesn't everything seem crisper? Brighter? Doesn't everything look different? Don't I look different?"

You batted your eyes exaggeratedly at him, earning the first genuine albeit faint smile from Theo in the past 12 hours.

The two of you paused in your tracks as Theo looked at your face. "I don't remember your eyelashes being so...distinct." He cupped your face, dragging his thumb across a faint smudge near the corner of your eye. "And since when have you had this birthmark?"

"Since forever." You stepped back and put your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you don't even know what I look like."

Theo mock squinted.

"I think I liked you better blurry."

You made a sound of mock indignation.

"I inhale my eggs, come down all this way, go through the headache of picking out your frame for you, and this is how you repay me?"

You sniffed disapprovingly, crossing your arms.

"And to think I used to have a thing for guys with glasses."

Stunned, Theo could only watch as you continued down the path without him at a brisk pace. He thought back to the months you spent badgering him to go and get his eyes checked.

"You couldn't have led with that?"

[alllgator-blood]

FINISHED THAT ONE COMIC I POSTED ABOUT ALMOST 30 FULL DAYS AGO?? I FINALLY REMEMBERED IT EXISTED AND FINISHED IT. I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY ABOUT MY LAMB NOW THAT THEY'RE FINALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER IN A LONG COMIC, BUT it went on forever so I put it below the cut.

While we're above the cut, I have a bunch of REALLy good asks I'll be trying to draw for soon. But keep an eye out for a poll coming up soon...cause now that this is out of the way, I want another big project to have in the background and I have Big Ideas for Big Angst Comics........

OH YOU CLICKED THE THING, NICE. OKAY. SO:

Have I ever talked about how my lamb works?? I need to do more with them but I'm a bishop enjoyer to an obsessive degree. The lamb operates on the same kind of level as kallamar did during the breakdown comic, but on a more permanent, more stable level. After being told to hide for their whole life, to never show their face and not even being given a name......being beheaded by four gods and recruited by a fifth forgotten one who claims they're the Chosen One just made the lamb think "OH! None of this is real. My brain wanted me to feel important before I died, and this is my dying vision. Okay, I'll play along >:)" and now they're the equivalent of when you beat a game and replay it while picking the funniest/worst options to see what'd happen.

USUALLY their decisions are clouded by the assumption that nothing they do actually matters, but they're still......a person who held things dear and had standards while they were alive. So they love hijinx, but aren't like leshy who launches people out of catapults for fun, or kallamar who sees mortals more as lab rats than people living their own lives. They'll do some things for the lolz but their humanity definitely shows through when dealing with someone like shamura.

I think they went into the bishop slaying quest wanting to hate shamura, assuming they were an irredeemable antagonist that deserved to be vanquished. They were told by narinder that shamura was the big bad, so they figured there was nothing to it beyond that. But then they actually MET shamura, who wasn't at all what they were expected to be. Every other bishop is just like "RAHH I'LL KILL YOU" when you meet them, and then shamura is the only person who actually tells you about what happened, speaks to you like a person and not an obstacle, and doesn't seem bothered about the fact they're going to die. So that got them thinking....hmm...perhaps these people are slightly more realistic than I anticipated. Still gonna kill them tho

I'm not sure the lamb hates the bishops, especially after the realization that they're a fucked up family acting out in desperation rather than logic. When you're born into circumstances you know will eventually doom you (like being a sacrificial lamb destined for slaughter) you kinda...lose the ability to care after a while. They don't really *forgive* the bishops for the slaughter of their people, and definitely enjoy bullying them and kicking them around now that they're powerless mortals- but the initial horror of being born to die has subsided. Now that they're presumably in some kind of afterlife, and have better, more fun things to move onto now that they're the ruler of everything- it's not worth it to hate those five forever.

I think *because* the lamb has only been a god very briefly and still remembers mortality well, that's why they're the one god who does things "because they're funny" but also is respectful of people like shamura. It's like when you're playing GTA V and you accidentally drive over a dog while trying to pull over and look at it closer. Is it a real dog?? No but you're still gonna feel bad!! So like I said, in the lamb's mind they have NO reason to care about any of these people or show them mercy, but the fact that they're not as detached from mortality as the bishops were makes them a benevolent god. I'll be doing a comic about this very subject in the future and it WILL be depressing >:)

Also. Unrelated. But if you read this far, I feel the need to justify why heket and leshy suddenly have boobs in this comic. I'm sure it's obvious that I headcanon the gods don't have sex characteristics cause like...why would they need those. I don't want to draw that. But as MORTALS they would probably need to have all their organs intact to function properly, so pour one out for shamura + leshy who probably completely forgot they were transgender until they woke up in mortal bodies. NOT SURE HOW KALLAMAR WOULD REACT, I think they're more just horrified they lost all their tentacles

I debated doing another silly comic about the concept but I don't want this blog to get too raunchy, so instead have this epic ms paint art (I CAN MAKE THESE JOKES, I'M AFAB TRANS I DESERVE THIS ONE THING)

[svelish]

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Summary !! - Billie had troubles sleeping, though she loved some actual natural pillows especially when it was yours that she slept better.

Billie can't sleep. It's been months since she's had a good and decent amount of sleep, in fact she can count on one hand how many times she had a proper 6 hours of sleep. And those times where when she slept with you. Literally, slept in her best friend's bed and did nothing more.

She's sure that if the opportunity arose, she would've done something but each and every time she intended to do something while they were in bed, she was so exhausted and she just fell asleep the minute her head touched heavenly pillows, not just any pillows, but your pillows. She had even bought the same brand of your pillows but it hasn't worked yet. She also tried sleeping in your bed while you were doing night shifts at the hospital, but to no avail she couldn't sleep.

She didn't want to try pills.

She did try all the natural recipes that their friends suggested but again, nothing worked.

Nothing but you and your own natural pillows.

I mean your breasts.

Billie tossed and turns for the 10th time that night and enough is enough. She throws the covers off, feeling too hot to the touch. She feels the couple of drinks taking effect now and she's sure as hell that now that her inhibition is gone that she could shamelessly seek out what makes her sleep.

Truth to be told, and if she's really going to be honest with herself, she not only yearns to sleep but yearns to be with you in every way possible.

Why was it so hard for her to do it sober? Maybe someday she will get the courage.

Tonight? Tonight she only wants to sleep so that the impending headache she will have in the morning is not the only thing that will make her grumpy and insufferable.

So she paces in her room for a while before finally deciding to take a leap and go to your room.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

You heard groans and soft whines thru the wall. Seems like your best friend is having another sleepless night. You wished so much that you could help.

You had before, you know you can do it again but they haven't spoken since Billie went out a couple of hours ago without inviting you and then coming back drunk announcing it so.

They've been tiptoeing around their feelings ever since Billie fully slept the first night. Your chest providing the perfect opportunity for the so much needed sleep that was lacking in your best friend's life.

And it wasn't just the fact that Billie practically fell asleep on you but the way that she clung to you that night and that morning where mandatory morning cuddles were more intimate than what she had with her ex-girlfriend, it told her that there were feelings in between.

Then it happened again, and again and by the fifth time that it happened whenever you wanted to bring out the subject Billie would be in such high spirits for finally having a decent night sleep that she hadn't had it in her to crush such a good mood.

You were so engrossed into thinking about your best friend and the situation they have found themselves in that you almost got a heart attack when Billie enters your room and instantly you could see the drunken state of your best friend.

"Can I borrow a pillow?"

"Where are your pillows?" You asked with a laugh. Billie fidgets in her spot and scratches the back of her neck to come up with the perfect explanation, but she's too drunk to think of one, so she shrugs.

"You specifically bought a matching set of pillows identical to mine." You chuckled and grabbed one of your large pillows on the other side of the bed while Billie approaches you and then stops you while she drops herself on the bed and cuddles you. Billie wraps an arm around your waist and rests her head in your neck and part of your boobs and sighs contently.

Billie smiles against you and you cracked up. "Billie, my boobs are not pillow."

"Shhhh, you're offending them. They're the best pillows ever." She purrs and her hold tightens and you couldn't help but blush and hopes that your friend is too drunk to notice your elevated heartbeat or the fact that somehow your nipples were stiff and they're visible enough in your white tank top.

"They're not." You giggled and the fact that Billie was so wrapped around you. You felt Billie wrap herself even futher with her whole body.

"They so are. I can write a thousand sonnets about your boobs." She knows Billie can but right now you were too focused on the way that Billie sneaks a peek to your chest, smiles and drips a kiss at the top of them.

"How much did you drink?" You feel the content sigh that Billie lets out at the top of your breast and you can't help but to let one of you're own. Right now you're pretty content too.

Billie lifts her head enough so both of you could stare at each other's eyes. When they meet everything makes sense.

"Enough to still think that I want to stay here forever."

You give her a smile that Billie returns before she places her head back down her 'pillows'.

"I'm fine with that."

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Don't let me froget about this in the morning?"

"What? The fact that you told me my boobs are heavenly pillows and that you could write sonnets about them or the fact that you-"

"That I love you."

"Why would you forget it?"

"Because you haven't said it back." You feel Billie's heart quicken and beat loudly and you won't ever let her forget. "I love you too."

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

You didn't need to make her remember. Billie does it on her own and she grins against the heavenly pillows once she wakes up and fully rested.

"Slept okay?"

Your voice cuts throught the comfortable silence.

"I told you they're the best pillows ever."

Yeah, she remembers.

[sturniqlo]

Tests Found- C.S

summary: Nick and Matt find out Y/n and Chris are having a baby, but not the way Y/n and Chris intended to.

cw: none? just cursing

masterlist | positive masterlist

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five weeks pregnant

It had been about two weeks since Y/n and Chris found out they were expecting a baby. Ever since that day Chris stayed over at Y/n's apartment every other day. Nick and Matt haven't been suspicious at all. Y/n and Chris wanted to keep it private just until Y/n had reached her second trimester to make sure everything was fine with their baby. However, it didn't go as planned.

"Hi, babe. We're here." Chris speaks into the phone as he calls Y/n. He doesn't ring her buzzer anymore because it now annoys her. "Ok, I'll buzz you in." She softly speaks. She gets up off the couch and goes towards the door to buzz the boys in. After a couple of seconds, she lets it go. She unlocks the door, and heads back to her spot on the couch.

Chris, Matt and Nick, all head up to the fifth floor where her apartment is. Matt thought of the idea for all four of them to hangout since Matt and Nick haven't seen Y/n ever since she picked them up from the airport. Which was a little over three weeks ago. Both Nick and Matt became really close to Y/n after her and Chris had been dating for two months. They both thought of her as a sister as soon as Chris told them she was the one seven months into their relationship.

"Hellooo!" Chris says as soon as he opens her front door. "I'm in the living room." He hears her say. He quickly takes his shoes off and speeds off to her before his brothers get to her. "Hi, baby." He leans down and gives her a kiss on the lips. He looks then left to see that his brothers are struggling to take their shoes off. "Hi, babe." She says with a smile. "How our little apple seed, hm?" Ever since last week, Chris has been looking up how big their baby is and what it's compared to. "They're fine, made me throw up my toast with butter, but I feel fine now." He frowns, and sits next to her. "Hopefully your morning sickness goes down-" He gets cut off by Nicks loud voice.

"Y/n! Im here too." Nick sounds offended as she only pays attention to Chris. "Hi, Nick. I was waiting for you, did it really take you two that long to get your shoes off?" Y/n gets up and hugs Nick, then Matt. "I tied them to tight."

"How have you been?" Matt sits down on the smaller couch. "Good, I've just been staying home really. You?" Y/n places her head on Chris' shoulder. "Same, just stayin' home." He says. "So, what are our plans?" Nick asks. "Lunch, shopping, dinner, come back here and watch some movies?" Matt replies looks at the three of them. "Sounds good."

The four of them stay in the living room for half an hour until they're ready to go. "Y/n do you have one of those tooth flossers?" Nick asks, picking at his teeth from the popcorn he had found in her pantry. "Yeah, they're in my bathroom under my sink somewhere." Nick gets up and heads to her room. "Wait for me, I need one too." Matt gets up and follows Nick.

"Have you made an appointment?" Chris asks Y/n once Matt and Nick are out of earshot. "Yeah! We have it a week from now." She says excitedly. "Okay, what time so I can clear my schedule." Y/n pulls her phone out to check her email for all of the details.

In Y/n's bathroom, Nick is searching all over her bathroom cabinets. "How does she have so many cabinets in here?" He closes one door just to open another one. "Umm, Matt? Can you help?" He sees Matt fixing his hair in the mirror. "She clearly said the one under the sink." Matt crouches down and open the one under the sink. While Nick searches the other ones. Matt digs around in the cabinet and comes across what they were looking for. "Found them." He gets up and dangles the bag in front of Nicks face.

"Well, open it up!" Nick yells motioning to the bag. "Here." Matt hands Nick one and grabs one for himself before putting it back. As he puts them back where they were, some stuff falls out of the cabinet on to the floor. "Fuck." He says. As he looks to see what fell Nick gasps when he sees what it is. "Oh my god!" He whisper yells and closes the bathroom door fast. "What?" He looks at Nick and back to what fell on the floor. "Oh my god!" He says. Matt picks them up and places all four onto the counter. "Are they positive?" Nick says with his hand placed over his mouth, the flosser long forgotten.

"I'm not sure, kinda scared to check." Matt says, tossing his flosser in the trash. "I'll check." Nick leans over them and examines them. "Holy shit." He turns to Matt. "Are they?" Nick nods. "Oh my god." Matt whispers. "Do you think they're her tests?" Nick asks. "No duh. They're in her bathroom."

"Should we call her in?" Matt nods. In the living room, Y/n sends Chris all the details about their upcoming appointment until she hears Nicks voice. "I'll be back. I don't think they found them." She walks towards the bathroom and sees the two of them standing in front of the sink. "Did you guys find them?" She asks. "Yes but," Nick closes the door behind her before he finishes talking. "We found something else." Matt grabs the tests by the white part and shoes Y/n as if she's never seen them before. "Oh," Her heart drops. "Are you pregnant?" Nick whispers.

Y/n nods. "Does Chris know?" Matt asks curiously. "Yeah." She looks between them two nervous about their reactions. Matt places the tests carefully on the counter and goes to Y/n to hug her. "Congrats, Kid."

"Make some room for me!" Nick smiles and joins in on their hug. "Now I kinda feel bad." Y/n pulls away a couple of seconds later. "What? Why?" Nick says. "Chris was excited to tell you guys in a fun way." Matt frowns.

The door opens and Chris comes in. "What's going on?" He says. "They found the tests." Y/n says and his mouth turns into an 'O'. "Surprise?" He says. "Chris you're going to be a DAD!" Matt says and goes to hug him and Nick follows behind. "How'd you guys find out?" Matt asks. Looking at the couple with a smile on his face. "I was sick for like weeks, still am though. But, Chris noticed I was late for my period and he went and bought the tests and I took them, and obviously they were positive."

"When did this happen?" Nick adds on. "Right before we left for Boston, the night before act-" Nick gasps. "Not when the baby was conceived you sicko! I mean when did you guys find out?" He swats Chris' arm. "we found out two weeks after you guys had came back. So I'm five weeks right now."

"We were going to tell you guys after the first trimester. But, you guys just had to ask for a damn flosser." Chris was pretty bummed, he wanted to tell them in a special way, and he wanted it captured on video. He had wanted to tell them with a blindfold challenge and him and Y/n would give them baby stuff to try and guess until he would hand them the pregnancy test. "I had popcorn in my teeth! Still do!" Nick yells.

Forty minutes later, they're now at lunch. "I still can't believe Y/n is pregnant." Nick picks at his food. "Me either!" Y/n sips her water. "How big is the baby? Do you know?" Matt says, across from Chris. "The size of a fucking apple seed! That's crazy like, an apple seed is tiny." Chris brings his thumb and pointer finger together to match the size of an apple seed. "That's crazy." Matt and Nick both say, Y/n laughs.

"Have you guys told anyone else?" Nick suddenly asks. Y/n shakes her head and Chris responds. "No, you guys are the first to know. Like we said, we were waiting for the first trimester to end to make sure everything was right with the baby."

"Can we go baby shopping?" Nick says.

[bodhrancomedy]

Guess who's on TV!

(Well, iPlayer until the 15th, that's when it airs on BBC One)

Hope Street episode 3.11, let's go!

First of all, I'd say they did me dirty with this picture, but my university ID was exponentially worse.

Onto the spoilers!

Our boy Matthew has arrived in Port Devine, looking a little concerned.

For good reason when he's suddenly confronted by this lad, Dara.

Ah, a fight which Matthew escapes by slipping out of his coat. (Pretty sure this is the take where we ripped it practically in two...)

Dara's questioned, he claims he's never met Matthew in his life. Hmm.

Police do some investigating (and some character stuff) before Dara makes his way to Matthew's mother (Louise)'s house to have a wee showdown.

They both in a gang and Matthew's stolen a gun. Dara needs to get it back...

Matthew's nay having it. "This is my way out. If they want the gun back, they have to let me go."

Another fight. The gun goes off! (Poor Pete and I were convinced after take one to put some padding on. My arm looks bulky because I'm strapped up with squishy stuff and allergic to plasters so it has to be in a sock)

Thank fuck no one was hurt. Dara gets the hell out of dodge -

Leaving Matthew to contemplate his mortality. And other people's, but mostly his own.

"Oh fuck, my bosses are gonna find me and murder me, oh shit. I'm far too young and pretty to die!"

Time for Matthew and Louise to follow Dara's example and get the fuck out of here.

The police are now on the Halbridges' trail, but they discover the phone tracking them and leave it in a field.

Meanwhile, Dara's been arrested for drug dealing. He refuses to talk, clearly nervous.

Ah, what's this on Dara's phone? So Matthew and Dara have been in a relationship for over a year now.

(The poor intimacy coordinator having to walk me through my just about second kiss in my entire life. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth... Pete is a very sweet person. Made it all funny.) ("Relax your hand, Bodh. Just relax it. Open - open your fingers, just let me position your hand.")

They're both working for the same gang. Matthew was given the gun to hold onto by their bosses' and freaked out, running away with the weapon. His plan was to trade his freedom for the gun, but Dara was sent to get it back for the Brazier Brothers, notorious drug runners and gang leaders.

These guys.

Unfortunately, now Dara's had to tell the Brazier Brothers that Matthew is refusing. They're going to kill Matthew and then Dara. Oh no.

But Dara has an idea where they might be hiding.

At the caravan there's a standoff between the police and Halbridges. But when the Braizer Brothers are arrested, they're convinced to come out.

(Side note, my favourite picture of me, ever.)

Oh no, the Halbridges are going to jail and Matthew's regretting his life choices.

Matthew walked off to his new life inside a jail cell.

The end.

(This is where Niall Wright accidently sublexed my shoulder. To be fair to the man, I'd never mentioned it and he took his finger sliding in-between bone like a champ)

Look, it's me!! I was on TV! Bit sad they cut pretty much all the uses of SSE (weren't allowed BSL because we still had to speak the lines), but I got to be queer and Deaf so that's pretty nice.

[crybabyddl]

Heat Above

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Reader and Eddie love getting high together. Their routine smoke sesh looks a little different tonight.

Warning: marijuana use, swearing, sexual tension, friends to lovers, fluff, mentions of alcohol & nicotine, 18+ content. MDNI.

Author's Note: Hi friends! I can't get the thought of smoking in Eddie's van out of my mind, probably because I want to get high so freaking bad. It's not fair that I didn't get to smoke on 4/20, so I'm writing this until I can go out to smoke with some friends or find some time to be alone so I can smoke without a lecture. I know it's probably not good for me, but living isn't really good for me either atp, so what's the big deal if I smoke a joint? lol... As for the oneshot, Eddie and the reader are in their 20s. Btw, shooters are the mini, hotel-sized alcohol bottles. They're also sometimes called nips or singles.

"Can I light it this time?" You ask eagerly, your sneakers kicking up dust from the gravel below.

"Sure, just be careful," Eddie warns as he hands you a lighter and the joint he just rolled. "It's windy and I don't want your hair catching on fire."

You give a lighthearted scoff before looking down at the lighter your friend handed to you. It's one of yours that Eddie "forgot" to give back—Animal from The Muppets wearing a leather jacket and holding a wooden drumstick. You don't have the heart to steal it back from him, knowing it suits him perfectly and that you'll see it the next time you smoke together.

Placing the filtered tip of the expertly rolled cone in your mouth, you sparked up the lighter, bringing it towards the end of the joint. Just before it catches, the wind blows out the flame. You try once more, only to be defeated by nature yet again. After the fifth attempt, Eddie notices and cups his hands near the lighter, sheltering it from the wind.

"This is why I'm usually the one who lights it." he remarks in a snarky, but playful tone.

"Oh shut up, it's just windy. I need to be able to smoke without your help at some point, you know." You elbow him sharply, eventually forfeiting the supplies to his ringed fingers.

"Smoke without me? You couldn't roll a joint to save your life!"

You narrow your eyes at Eddie.

"Hate to break it to you, but pre-rolls exist."

Eddie puts the joint to his lips, lighting it with ease. He takes a long drag before exhaling a long, narrow stream of smoke. You watch as it dissipates in the air. The wispy trail from the joint is still active as he holds the weed out to you.

"Not for free they don't," he retorts as you inhale. "Unless, of course, you get them from me."

He wasn't wrong; Eddie had been smoking you out free of charge for almost three months now. Sure, it was only on weekends, but you'd grown accustomed to the routine. Every Friday night, he'd pick you up from work in his shitty van, drive to the lookout point on Lover's Lake, and the two of you would swap customer service horror stories over a joint. Occasionally, he'd bring a vape or a paper bag of shooters, but the weed was always the preferred poison for your hangouts.

You roll your eyes as you exhale.

"I just want to learn how to do it all myself, I'd still smoke with you Eds."

Eddie holds out his thumb and index finger, anticipating the passing of the joint, but you decide to take another hit before handing it off.

The silence between you two is filled with the sounds of crickets and cicadas. As gross as bugs were, you were grateful for the summer nights filled with their songs.

You and Eddie continue smoking wordlessly, looking up at the stars, down at the moonlight reflecting on the lake, and across the trees as smoke dances past the the leaves rustling in the warm, windy air.

"Eds? Since when do you call me that?"

You shrug.

"I dunno, 'm just high."

"Okay." he lets out a loud sigh, louder than he intended.

"You good?" you ask him, slightly chuckling at his dramatic behavior.

"What? Yeah, I was just thinking and breathing at the same time."

"Not really sure what that means, but okay."

You pluck the joint from his fingers, bringing it to your lips and savoring the feeling you're experiencing right here and now. You loved not having to worry about anything, getting to be in nature with a person whose company you enjoyed, with nothing waiting to be done and nobody needing you for a favor. You wished life could always be like this—reality hazy, senses and appreciation elevated. You look over at Eddie, the glint of his rings capturing your attention. You trail your fingers across his knuckles, the texture, temperature, and visual stimulation of his jewelry making you feel light and slightly anticipatory.

"Is it the rings again?" Eddie looks down at his left hand, then up at you, your eyes practically aglow. The joint's cherry dims as you continue to hold it, forgotten now that your mind had drifted to Eddie.

You nodded with a hum.

"Where do you get 'em?" you ask, spinning the silver band on his middle finger around to read the words etched into it. LOVE IS FATAL

"I get most of them at the antique and thrift store on Greenview, but this one," he points to his ring finger. "Is my class ring."

"Hawkins High. I bet you were trouble back in high school, weren't you?" you laugh.

"You bet. I was the freak who played D&D, automatic bully magnet."

"What kind of magnet are you now?"

"Hmm... maybe a stoner magnet?" he smiled; not an uncommon occurrence, but one that delighted you. It's like he knew exactly how to charm you, have you hooked on every word, all done in a seemingly effortless way.

"I think so." you laughed somewhat halfheartedly. You were distracted by the simple, but thought-provoking ring once again.

LOVE IS FATAL

Is that what this was? Was that what you'd been feeling the past few weeks whenever you were with Eddie? Sure, you loved him as a close friend. You'd always have his back and knew you could trust him to do the same. But the feeling in your lower chest, the anxious and excited, almost scared fluttering along your fingertips, your toes, along the inside of your thighs... It surely felt fatal. But was it love?

"Something on your mind?" his voice cuts through your heart-shaped cloud of thoughts. He plucks the dull joint from you, nestling the tip between his lips. You watch him intently as he relights it, focusing on the way his brown eyes shine from the glow of the flame.

Unsure of what to say, you give him a simple "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

"What am I supposed to gather from that?"

"Maybe, it's none of your business."

"Well sue me for trying to talk to you. Jesus."

"Calm down, I just didn't know what to tell you, okay? Damn," you accept Eddie's offering of the joint, taking a hit and blowing it in his face, feigning obliviousness. "And people say women are dramatic, ha."

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I'll always hear you out, even when you blow smoke in my face like a dick," he takes what is hardly more than the filter tip, and smokes whatever is left of the joint. "Did you want more, or are you good?"

"I think I'm okay for now. Might ask for the penjamin in a little bit, though." you reply, your voice mellow and raspy.

The weed is definitely getting to you now, and it really wants your brain to harp on the way Eddie's hands look right now. They look the same as they always do, but that stupid ring is practically mocking you with its facetious warning.

You didn't love Eddie as anything more than a friend, you knew that. But for some reason, your brain was getting scrambled by his presence, making you question if that belief was subject to change at some point down the line. Eddie's attractive—no doubt about it. You felt that way from the day you first met him.

Six months ago, your friends invited you out for drinks. You were chatting up a storm, having a grand old time. Prone to people-watching, your eyes wandered the bar, looking for something interesting to make up narratives in your head about. They landed on a tall, leather jacket-clad man with an unruly head of hair. Nothing about him stood out necessarily, but you'd always had a thing for the vibe of a bad boy in a leather jacket. Plus, a nice face never hurt. Middle school you was thanking you for finally making friends, leading you to this moment—this man. But just like back in those days, you were far too nervous to ever work up the courage to talk to him, let alone any other stranger at a bar.

However, one of your friends had caught you staring off, and with Robin being Robin, she wasn't going to let you off the hook. Her teasing was almost unbearable, up until she'd asked whom exactly you'd been looking at. When you tilted your head towards the guy, her teasing ceased.

"Him?"

You nodded.

"I know him! That's Eddie. We went to high school together. I can introduce you, if you'd like."

"That's okay, Robin, I don't–"

Before you could protest, your friend had set off in his direction, loudly calling out his name.

Thanks to the—albeit small—amount of alcohol in your system, your typical response of freezing was out of service. You instead opted to ask the bartender for another shot—it didn't matter what, just something alcoholic and not totally disgusting. As soon as it was placed in front of you, you threw the shot back. Raspberry vodka. That'd do. As if on cue, Robin reappeared, dragging behind her the man in the leather jacket.

She sang out your name excitedly.

"This is Eddie. We went to high school together." she introduced you to Eddie as her 'best friend' and along with herself and Steve, a 'Scoops Ahoy survivor'.

You and Eddie exchanged pleasantries, asked about jobs and hobbies, all the usual elements of small talk. Before the air turned awkward, Robin suggested taking shots. You weren't anything beyond tipsy, so you joined in the fun, taking shots of whatever your friend had ordered.

Talking with Eddie was thankfully easy. You discovered that he was more interesting than the narrative you started creating in your head when you first laid eyes on him. He played guitar, he was working as an auto mechanic, and he played Dungeons and Dragons. Robin begged him to let her and Steve take part in his latest campaign, and after an ambush of pleas, he gave in to her request.

You asked Eddie about the game itself, and about his plans for his upcoming campaign. It was actually quite interesting, and you were a bit jealous that Robin and Steve would get to create characters to go on the journey. Your jealousy didn't last long once Eddie asked if you wanted to join. With sheepish acceptance, you took Eddie up on the offer.

Two weeks later, you, Robin, Steve, their friends from high school, a few of those friends' siblings, and some of their siblings' friends all gathered in the Wheelers' basement for the D&D campaign. Eddie mentioned that while most campaigns lasted over several meetings, this one was designed to cater to everyone's busy schedules, and could be completed in one session. Over the following three hours, everyone laughed, gasped, yelled, and enjoyed the twists, turns, betrayals, and challenges that came with Eddie's campaign. You'd spent the entire week leading up to that night reading up on D&D and creating your character. Finally getting to expand on your druid's story was as rewarding as it was exciting.

After that night, you and everyone who participated in the campaign exchanged information to stay in touch. Nancy told everyone to text her when they got home safely, so you made a mental note to do just that. After a short drive, you flopped on your bed with a satisfied sigh. You never thought playing such a "nerdy" game would be so entertaining. You enjoyed yourself much more than you had anticipated, and found yourself imagining what your character would do in other situations, or what kind of character you would create for different campaigns.

After changing into your pajamas and getting ready for bed, you texted Nancy to let her know you made it home and thanked her for hosting. You decided to send a text to Eddie as well, thanking him for the great campaign and for inviting you to play. You turned off your phone, only for it to buzz immediately after setting it down on your nightstand. It was a notification that Nancy had given your text a thumbs up. She was probably getting bombarded with texts similar to the one you had sent, so you took that as her response, setting your phone back down. Just as before, your phone vibrated, prompting you to retrieve the piece of technology once again. This time, it was a text from Eddie.

eddie: so glad u enjoyed it :) it was nice having u there

You stared at the words on your screen, thinking of how to respond, when another text came in.

eddie: for a dnd virgin u did a great job with ur character. wasn't expecting a druid in the party for this campaign but it worked out

You couldn't help but laugh at the phrase 'dnd virgin'.

you: aren't most dnd players virgins? jk i knew what u meant

you: are you working on another campaign?

eddie: maybe... why

eddie: u wanna be in the next one?

you: fuck yeah! i had so much fun

you: way more fun than i was expecting tbh eddie: glad to hear it :) eddie: it was fun making it and seeing it play out you: idk how i'm supposed to sleep after that i'm so pumped lol eddie: idk either. might smoke and look at the stars. pretty clear out tonight

you: luckyyyy i wanna smoke eddie: why cant u? you: i dont have any weed :(

you: i'm not asking u for weed btw. i had to pay rent and the dispensary near me is so overpriced so i have to wait until payday thursday 😅 eddie: u wanna smoke with me? i have a shit ton of weed you: that might be fun... how much for a joint? eddie: 35 you: $35? eddie: yup you: is that with or without the friend discount?

eddie: without you: ouch. do i not qualify for the friend discount? eddie: if u come over and smoke with me i'll give u the friend discount you: deal. you: where do u live? eddie: *shared his location with you* you: be there in 15.

Here you were, a woman in her 20s, driving to buy weed from a guy you barely knew. You knew you could trust Eddie, otherwise Robin wouldn't be friends with him. That didn't do much to settle the uneasiness you felt in your stomach as you approached the door to his trailer, the automatic porch light bathing you in its shine. You rapped on the door with your knuckles. After a minute or two, you figured you didn't knock loudly enough. You repeated your actions with a bit more force, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you smoothed out your skirt. You looked at the message where Eddie shared his location with you, making sure you were at the right place. After a couple more minutes, you texted him.

you: i'm here :)

You heard some sort of clattering from inside the trailer, followed by the interior door opening. A man that wasn't Eddie jolted at the sight of you. Your felt your face heat up. You'd gone to the wrong house.

"Can I help you?" the man, probably in his late 50s, asks through the screen of the exterior door.

"Sorry, I think I have the wrong house. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Wayne, if someone comes to the door, I'll get it! I'm expecting someone to drop off my wallet, I left it at the Wheelers'!" you hear Eddie's muffled shouting from somewhere out of sight.

"He's left his wallet at the Wheelers' three times this week," the man, Wayne, tells you with a furrowed brow. "Kid thinks I don't know he's smoking," he pauses. "Must also think I don't have a nose!" he laughs with a wheeze before coughing into his elbow. "Sorry, my lungs ain't what they used to be. I'm Wayne."

After assuring Wayne it's alright, you tell him your name. Before any small talk ensues, you feel your phone buzz with a text from Eddie.

eddie: shit gimme 5 minutes. don't knock i'll come outside

Oops.

Wayne seems to have experienced this exact routine a few times before. The weary, yet slightly amused look in his eyes tells you as much.

"He thinks I'm gonna embarrass 'im. Ever consider he might be the one embarrassin' me?" you can't help but smile at his words. "Humor me for a moment, kiddo." Wayne gives you a wink before shaking out his shoulders as though he was warming up for something. "Who's coming over?" he shouts over his shoulder.

"A friend! They're just dropping off my wallet!" Eddie shouts back, voice still distant.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Dustin!"

"Dustin who?"

"Dustin Henderson! He's from Hellfire Club!"

"Curly haired kid?"

"Yes!"

"Are you lying to me, boy?"

"No, Uncle Wayne!"

"I must say, Dustin's got some cute shoes!"

"The fuck?!" you hear loud footsteps approaching before Eddie finally enters your field of vision.

"Maybe if you stopped lyin' to your uncle, you wouldn't have to be embarrassed every time you bring a friend over."

"I'm so sorry about him, I forgot to give him his dementia meds." Eddie glares at his uncle while gritting his teeth.

"If I have dementia, you've got somethin' worse!"

"I'm leaving! Don't wait up for me!"

"I never do!" Wayne ends the banter with a laugh. "Nice to meet you." he says. You tell him the same and wave goodbye before he shuts the door.

Eddie remains silent as he unlocks his van, opening the passenger's side door for you. You thank him before climbing in and closing the door.

"Sorry about that. My uncle's a pain in the ass." he finally says with a sigh after getting in the driver's seat.

"I like him, he's funny," you admit. "Was I supposed to bring your wallet? I didn't know you left it at Nancy's."

"What? Oh, no, I just said that to try and get Wayne off my back. He always tries to embarrass me when my friends come over. You're the first girl he's seen me bring around, so he saw an opportunity to strike gold."

"Not much of a heartbreaker? That's surprising." you comment thoughtlessly.

It's only after Eddie's response that you realize what your words could be implying.

"How so?"

"I just mean, you know," you look over at Eddie as you try to formulate the rest of your sentence, only to be met with a quirked eyebrow and a shake of his untamed hair. "You play guitar, you smoke, you make epic D&D campaigns, you wear cool rings and a leather jacket..."

"It may come as a shock to you, but some people find that stuff scary, especially in a place like Hawkins. If you're not wearing a letterman jacket and blue jeans, you're an alien."

"Maybe it's just me, but I'd prefer aliens over a stick in my ass." Eddie laughs at your comment, and you can't help but join him. You take in the details of his face; how his smile just about lights up the van, how his eyes crinkle in the corners and his nose scrunches for a brief second while he chuckles.

"Me too, me too," Eddie smiles to himself as he turns away from you to grab his seatbelt. "You wanna drive over to the lake and smoke this j?"

"Yes, please."

"Music?"

"Absolutely. Whatever you've got in there is fine with me."

Just loud enough to feel like you're in a movie where the main character drives along the California coast with her head out the window to a song that perfectly embodies her whirlwind of a journey, Greta Van Fleet's 'Heat Above' fills your ears. You allow yourself to embrace the cinematic moment, letting your arm find its way out the window as you make flowing waves with your wrist.

As your eyes take in the light from the full moon bouncing off the lake, Eddie briefly takes his eyes off the road to look at you, subconsciously lifting his foot off the gas. He wishes he could take a picture of you in this moment. You look so free, and he can just tell that it's a feeling you haven't allowed yourself to feel for a while. He can just imagine the scene playing out before him, captured in a polaroid that he'd keep in an old cigar box. Maybe he'd dig it up 30 years from now, telling his kids that he took a picture of a friend that he never saw again. It was poetic, but Eddie had a feeling he'd be seeing more of you after tonight, not less.

It's in the middle of 'Age of Machine' when Eddie reaches his favorite lookout spot. It also happens to be the perfect place to smoke on a clear summer night, tonight.

He opens the door for you, offering his hand for you to hold onto as you step out of the vehicle. Retrieving the joint from his pocket, Eddie holds it out to you.

"It's called Watermelon Diesel. Hybrid of indica and sativa. Rolled it myself."

"Wow, you're good. Every joint I've smoked looked like shit."

"All depends on who rolled it. Took me a lot of practice to get them looking like this."

"How much did you say? $35?"

"Yeah, but don't forget the friend discount."

"Right, how much with the discount?"

"You get half the joint for free."

"Huh?"

"You get half the joint-"

"I heard you. So you're making me pay $35 for half the joint? Or do I only pay $17.50 to smoke half of the joint, and I smoke the rest of it for free?"

"Neither."

"What?"

"The friend discount means you get to share this joint with me, and it's free."

"Oh, okay. Well what if I wanted a full joint for myself?"

"Do you?"

"No, but I'm asking what if I did?"

"Well I'd roll you one for yourself. You scared you'll get cooties or something?"

"No, I'm fine sharing one. I just don't understand the discount."

"The friend discount means you smoke for free. I said half, because I'll be smoking with you."

"Oh. I think I get it now."

"Good, now that that's out of the way, get ready to hear Greta Van Fleet in supersonic bliss."

Eddie opens the side sliding door of his van, grabbing something folded up in the back corner. It's an air mattress and pump. After five minutes, he's set up a cozy little smoke spot. You both take off your shoes and climb into the van, ready to get high.

Turns out, you and Eddie had a lot more in common than you'd realized. You were both outcasts in high school, never went to college, fans of rock music, and thanks to your newly found interest in D&D, it was safe to say you were just as nerdy as he was.

You couldn't help but wonder if Eddie found you attractive in the same way you did him. He'd always compliment your outfits when you would go for a night out with the gang, but it was never anything other than friendly. You were fine with that, of course, but that didn't stop your curiosity from blooming. Now was as good a time as any to find out, especially since Eddie had just reassured you that you could tell him anything.

"I probably sound lame for asking this, but am I attractive?"

"Yeah, you are. It's not lame, but why do you ask?"

"I dunno, I just was thinking about the first time we met. I found you attractive." you admit, shrugging as you fall back onto the air mattress. You can see the branches of the pine trees billowing in the breeze, adding to your high.

"You did?" you nod. "Like, in the past tense?"

"I mean, I thought you were attractive back then, and you look the same to me now, so no, I'd say it's more like an always thing."

"Well gee, thanks," Eddie rubs the back of his neck. You don't notice how flustered he is, you're too far out. "Yeah, I thought you were pretty when I saw you for the first time. Still think you're pretty."

"Thanks," you reply, bumping into his side before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him to lay down beside you. "I like smoking with you."

"Ditto."

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Asshole," you mutter. "Never mind."

"No, wait!" Eddie whines, sitting up. "Tell meeee!"

"Ugh, fine!" your annoyance is fictional, but you couldn't help teasing Eddie. "I like your rings, like, a lot."

Eddie scoffs.

"That's not a secret!"

You sit up in objection.

"Sure it is!"

"How? Whenever we smoke, you always fiddle with my rings! I'd be blind to think you felt any other way about them!"

"Okay, yeah, but you don't know the reason why I like them so much!" you boasted.

"You've told me about a hundred times. You like the designs, that they're shiny, that most of them can fit on your fingers too, and you like that I take such good care of them."

"Wow, I didn't know you paid that much attention when I talked."

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" he smiled, and it almost made you angry. How could anyone have such a nice mouth? And to make things worse, he was attentive, kind, and liked being around you. In your current state, the lines between friend and boyfriend seemed blurrier than ever.

"A shitty one? Anyway-"

"Was there some other reason that you were going to tell me about?"

"Yes!" you found yourself a bit too eager to chime in. "Yes. I was going to say that one of the reasons I also like your rings is because they make your hands look sexy."

"They make my hands look... sexy?"

"Mhmm. I'm not entirely sure why, but the rings make your fingers look really nice, and then with the veins on the top of your hands, and the fact you play guitar, it all kind of adds up to this sexy vibe."

"Does it now?"

"It does, it always has. That's why I get so nervous when you play guitar around me."

"Well, shit. This whole time I was worried you thought I sucked!"

"No, not at all! If anything, you're too good at it! I don't want you to think I'm a weirdo who has some sort of hand fetish, because I don't. You just happen to have nice hands and I like to tell people how I feel. You happen to be my very good friend, so that means I'm always gonna hype you up. Not unrealistically, though. Maybe biased, but always truthful."

Your candor has Eddie struggling to stifle a laugh.

"You seem really... passionate about this." he chortles.

"Is this funny to you? I'm pouring my innermost thoughts and feelings to you, and you're gonna laugh? Rude." You huff and cross your arms, turning away from Eddie.

"No, no! Please don't ignore me, I'm sorry. It's just cute to see you get all mushy and sweet."

"Cute? Eddie, I'm a grown woman, I'm not cute."

"What, you want me to tell you that I think it's sexy when I catch you staring at my rings? That I have to fight off a boner every time you take my hand and start playing with my rings and my fingers?"

Eddie brings a hand to your shoulder, and you can feel the chill of his rings against your clavicle.

"Eddie-"

"Do you know how long I've wanted to lay you down on this stupid air mattress and kiss you?" All you can manage in that moment is a shake of your head. "A long time."

"Would you like to?" you ask softly, not trusting your voice to say much else beyond that.

"God, yes."

Eddie gently guides you to lie down on your back, supported by the pillows on the edge of the mattress. He maneuvers himself so that he's kneeling over you, your faces inches apart. He slowly draws nearer, eyeing you nervously. He's taking his time, allowing you the option to push him away or to say that this isn't what you really want. But it is.

The moment you finally feel his lips on yours, you can't be bothered to take things slow. You deepen the kiss, hoping to make up for lost time. It had taken months to get to this point, and you knew that there was no turning back. Obviously, Eddie was a good enough friend that you'd still be able to hang out and smoke like any other time even if things didn't work out. But you had a feeling that things would only get better from here.

"Can I please touch you?"

Eddie grins.

"How could I say no?"

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Lilith The Enchantress: Lilithian Energy In The Houses. How Each One Brings Their Own Tempting Flair.

So you're probably wondering, where am I going with this?

I wanted to focus on the temptation of lilith, and why she is so oozing and attractive as is she.

For this reading, I will focus on the houses. In my later post, it'll be in each sign.

So lets dig in! Shall we ;)

Lilith in the first house - Pleasing to the eye. Can have a very sultry appearance. There is a point where they must undergo a transformation of the self, and at some point they will have a divine, sensual aura. There sensual power comes through the way they look at you, and often times they can tell when they're being a little too flirtatious. But that is so they can get the person of their choice. Like a siren, they go in for their target and come out on top. They use their attractive persona as like a spell, think of the girl on who framed roger rabbit with the beautiful red hair and dress.

Lilith in the second house - They have an eye for detail. This is the time to take you to their home and show you the rose petals on the bed with the red and white candles everywhere. They know how to make a person want them, by adding to some flair into their home. While also using different aesthetics for they're look to match with the energy that is being shared between them and they're lover. Very picky with who they spend their time with you know. They aren't for everyone. These are the type to make you wait for it.

Lilith in the third house - These are the lovers that can write erotic letters and make you think about them all night. The way their minds can carry a story, and then when you meet them in person its even better than the books. They hold their composure well, but deep inside they are ready to be explored in more ways than one. My my my, they sure know how to right a love spell. One that lasts til the very end.

Lilith in the fourth house - It's actually so much harder to get them to show you who they truly are, thats what makes their mystique so awe dropping. The way these lilithian beings share themselves is with the power of their emotions, and eventually they will bring you right into their beautiful dungeon they call a home. Where you will find all them in just one bite. Very sensual with the right one. The one that makes them feel good, the one that knows them from the inside out. These lilith babes will let you have all of them if once you have succumb to their power.

Lilith in the fifth house - The sensual energy these lilithians carry is a one of a kind. Their magnetism never goes unnoticed, and they take you on a roller coaster of emotions with their performance. They are intimate with their audience and can put you under a spell with the way they make things look. Their hearts are in it with this one. Very gentle to the eye, but to the soul its much more deep and profound. Can't take them anywhere because their wild manes get stuck in the pursuit of love, where they will drenched you with all their sweet and tears to make more use of the bloody romances they've indulged in. They will have you thinking about them for many moons, due to them putting their all into what they do in the matters of the heart.

Lilith in the sixth house - To be loved by a lilith babe with this placement, is to have made yourself fully devoted to them. Worship is what they want, and it is what they need to pursue them. They don't let just anyone in, so you must be prepared to give yourself as an offering. Very pleasant, and freaky to ones they want most. Most never see this coming, which is why they always get away with it ;) The sensual energy they carry is very smooth, abundant and hard to describe. Mysterious auras that you want more of, so much so you will spend every hour, every day of the week wanting to get to know them.

Lilith in the seventh house - The die hard lovers who goes in for the kill. What they want wants them, and they oozee it in with their attraction spells. Their auras are unique, fresh and able to commit to their partners. It's just that they have so many options to choose from so they have no use to sticking around if you're not pulling in your weight. Im sorry, its hard having to be loved by so many! The sensual power in them is hot, tempting, and alluring. You just can't get enough of them. Can see right thru you and can captivate you with just a look!

Lilith in the eighth house - The way they just make things easy with how they seduce people is something I feel nobody else can relate to. The way they come in and take the throne with how they please their partners as well as themselves, It may be that nobody could come close. But thats the thing about being in a scorpion house, is that you touch people in a way that people are not able to control within themselves.. yet you've already mastered it. Very pleasing, pulsating, bold and full of passion. The sensual nature in them could have you feel things you've never felt before, and that will have you in a panic. because the way they are able to get you to come out of that shell and move deeper into them . Will have you begging for more & more & more. Bewitching auras indeed!

Lilith in the ninth house - The delicacy mixed with erotic power. The angels and the demon. The artist and the muse. They have the power to seduce anyone with just their mind alone. They can seduce you with their wit, their humor, their charisma and just their soul in general. But on a sensuality note, they are abundantly clear on what it is they want. And they know just how to get it. They waste no time in going after the energy it is they feel desires them. They are devoted to themselves and the power of a Godly force and nobody comes close. So to the ones who get to experience them, they feel a closeness to the divine that makes you tremble a bit. Because they show us a sense of carefreeness thats been missing, so the way they seduce you is in how they free themselves in a world that is committed to self restraint.

Lilith in the tenth house - Enchanting and mysterious in nature. The world wants to have them but cannot get enough of them. The secret to these characters is that they know what it is you're looking for, but you just won't get it from em. Not immediately that is. They'll make you wait for it. Hell, they'll even charge you for it if your a beggar. They know you want it, but they aren't easy. Like a coquette, they'll have you waiting for years, and their energy will be intact and while yours feels depleted. Lilith tenth housers just know how to work it with their sex appeal. It can transform you, to say the least. ;)

Lilith in the eleventh house - A special energy is unlocked in these lilithians because not only do they have the capacity to seduce the whole world they can be someone close to them too. Be careful with them, because they might bite! ;) Their sensual power comes from the ability to be close with them and they have a compassionate nature too! This makes them way more likeable and seductive. And even if you're close to them, there is still something else about them. Almost hard to ignore, so its no wonder friends and associates try to get it on with em.

Lilith in the twelfth house - If all the other placements are tempting to the eye, then these beings are tempting to the soul. They have a capacity to entice others with the way they carry themselves. They have a gift in pulling you in, and telling a story with just their body language alone. The moment you are seduced by them, is the very moment you come over and have a meeting with God. They are no angel, but they can just about make you feel things that where never present before.

Lilith in these houses can show the tempting, seductive energies of a person if they learn how to tap in. There is a short story about lilith being the tempting 'devil' we kind of all known of her to be. However, learning more complexities of her story. She is so much more. So this just a small version of what we know as lilith, there will be many more to come!

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

You are amazing by the way, can I please request a fluff fic for Jason Todd with a reader who’s so sweet, super affectionate and loves him literally worships his body and always kissing his scars

Why yes you can :) I live laugh love some body worship with Jason💜

Pretty Boy

Jason Todd x Reader

Lots of fluff!! Y'all are lucky I felt nice today and didn't decide to write another angst

One kiss.

Then another.

And yet another: they seemed like they would go on for ages. Jason wouldn't mind that, of course. And neither would you, for the record. There is absolutely nothing you loved more than making your boyfriend feel as loved as he actually is.

It started early in the morning, when Jason was making breakfast. Today was one of those rare days where he would wake up before you and get up to make food. Believe it or not, he's actually a great cook, especially with breakfast. It's hard to even comprehend how easily he's able to flip an omelette.

"Good morning, Mr. Todd," your voice is barely more than a hoarse whisper as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, the sound slightly muffled by his skin. Before he even has a chance to response, you press a feather light kiss to the scar ranging from his shoulder to the middle of his back.

"Good morning, gorgeous," is Jason's immediate response, smiling slightly to himself even though you couldn't see it from your current angle. He didn't think much of the kiss at first; he does the same to you whenever you're cooking.

"How did you sleep, handsome?" Sometimes, Jason forgets how sweet your voice sounds. It startles him, in some strange way. If it were anybody else speaking, he would've found the honey-sweet tone to be sickening.

But not with you.

Not with his sweet girl.

"Slept fine..." His tone, however, is a dead giveaway that he's bullshitting you. Jason Todd is many things, but a good liar isn't one of them. Not with you, at least. From the first kiss the two of you had ever shared, he knew that it would be difficult to lie to a woman with such a sweet taste.

And, for a moment, he's almost convinced you believe him. The most you do is let out a soft hum, accompanied with a slight sigh, before pressing a kiss to one of the scars on the back of his neck. He almost let out an actual sigh of relief at your lack of response.

"Bullshit."

Instead, he lets out a soft sigh of defeat. There wasn't much of a point in denying it now, was there? Besides, he can't escape the slight feeling of guilt he gets whenever he lies to you, even over something so simple. Sometimes, he wonders if that's because he told a harmless lie to Bruce before seeking out his biological mother.

Jason doesn't respond for a while, not verbally, at least. His shoulders hunch up a little, almost like they're stuck almost shrugging in response to you calling him out. He doesn't notice, but he does that a lot whenever he lies to you. Hell, he even does it when he lies to Bruce nowadays.

The most you hear from him for what seems like forever is a soft, shuddering sigh. Sometimes, you have to wonder if he tries to convince himself that he was okay, too. Did he do it with other things, like when he has to stitch up his own wounds or hold gauze to a gaping injury?

Probably.

Sometimes, it's like he forgets he has you. Of course he's grateful for you and absolutely refuses to take you for granted. Even with the love of his life there by his side, it's like he's just... Used to bottling it up. You can only imagine that it kills him inside the same way it kills you.

But still, his silence prevails.

A fourth kiss to a scar on his neck. A fifth to one between his shoulderblades. A sixth to the 'J' shaped branding mark on his cheek. You wish you knew him before his untimely death. Before all of the rage and need for vengance consumed him whole.

And finally, finally, you turn him to face you, leaning over to turn off the stove behind him for the time being. At first, he looked confused. Whether it was because of your lips' sweet assault on his body or because you turned him around, you weren't quite sure.

Regardless, the warmth sparked in his body only spread as you started to pepper his autopsy scar in feather-light kisses. The touch of your soft lips to his marred skin was nothing less than that of an angel's on a sinner. Oh, how he prayed to the God's above that he could keep your touch for just the shortest bit longer.

When your lips eventually make their way down to the bottom of his most prominent scar, past his bellybutton and just barely reaching the teail of dark hair down to his pelvis, you give him one more liss before rising. You liked having a guy like Jason who didn't turn a situation sexual at any possible chance. It took so long for him to let you see his body like that, and you would never break that kind of trust.

As your eyes finally meet his yet again, the green orbs practically shining in the morning rays of light, you press a soft peck to the tip of his nose. If this were back when you first started dating, Jason would've undoubtedly flinched away from such a sudden touch.

But now, after months of exploring eachother's bodies and souls? He trusts you. Your boyfriend, for the first time since his resurrection, trusts somebody.

"Come lay back down with me, Jay..." You coo softly, resting your forehead against his while wrapping your arms around his thick neck. To anybody else, this type of affection would be odd. I mean, how could the Red Hood learn how to love gently?

But to the two of you, it's home.

"It's only eight... I've got another hour before I really have to be up for work," you try to reason as the slight bit of hesitation Jason always holds appears in his beautiful eyes. You knew that as soon as you tried reasoning with him in that honey-sweet tone again, he'd crack. "Come talk to me. Maybe you can get a little more sleep to make up for such a crappy night, hm?"

You end up staying home the whole day with him to just talk.

Masterlist

[errriiie]

Pre-Crash!Jackie Taylor NSFW Alphabet minors DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Jackie is so sleepy and clingy. She sticks to you like a fly sticks to sweets: just let her be with you and take care of her a little - give her a massage to her aching shoulders or maybe scratch her back. If the atmosphere is comfortable and relaxed, then in about fifteen minutes she will be snoring into her pillow, satisfied and happy. Of course, she can take care of you in return. She will try not to roll her eyes and be diligent, but she really wants to rest.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) Oh, that's an interesting question. Jackie is pretty confident, I think she loves her legs. She loves showing them off to everyone and playing soccer only makes them look better and more attractive. Just look at her calves, you literally want to bite them with your fucking teeth. Not to mention her thighs. I think she likes your shoulders. They're always a good place to lean on or rest her chin during intense sex while she's pressed against you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically) She doesn't like to get dirty, she likes you to get dirty. She likes to see that you've gone to great lengths to lick her off, leave it on your mouth, or lick your fingers after fucking her with them thirty seconds ago, but she's a neat freak when it comes to your orgasm. I mean, she won't hesitate to tell you off and smear your orgasm mercilessly all over your inner thighs, making you wince in displeasure if you happen to cum in her mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) She likes it when you tease her a little and humiliate her. She discovered this after a while of trying sex with you. The thought of you telling her off for all her wrongdoings and negative traits was too much of a turn on for her when she masturbated. She would never want that with a guy - it terrifies her, but with you, her comfort person, with whom she feels what is real and what is not… well, that's something else entirely.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) She has no experience at all. You are literally her first girlfriend! She has no idea what she is doing, she is so confused and it is so hard for her to learn. She also needs time to realize what she wants in sex with you, what she likes. Just receiving or giving too (more on that below)? The only thing she was good at was kissing, which she practiced with Shauna at least two years ago. Otherwise, she has a hard time.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) On your lap, your fingers inside her, and you don't let go of eye contact. I'm done.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.) She is quite focused on herself and her feelings, but she also keenly watches your facial expressions and how they change as sex goes on. If you frown a lot, she will quickly come out of her state of bliss and ask what is wrong with you. She does not want there to be any problems between you and is capable of making some sacrifices for this.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) She is absolutely smooth. Pussy, armpits, legs, arms… You may even find it annoying - you can't imagine for whom she is trying so hard to shave everything, because it doesn't really matter to you, but Jackie is just still a little toxically feminine in her head and was brought up to shave everywhere. She herself is not always comfortable with this.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.) She is overstimulated and very desperate. She does not think much about romance during sex, especially when it is not your first, fifth or even tenth - she prefers to be terribly romantic outside of bed when it comes to your dates or time together. Usually, she just gives in to the process.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon) The first time Jackie came on her own fingers while thinking about you, it shifted something in her. She had never considered the idea that she could feel anything for a girl before. She thought of herself as a straight heterosexual, with a successful and dumb boyfriend, with a perfect best friend, parents, life… it wasn't supposed to include you and her attraction. And yet, it did.

She experienced a storm of feelings and sensations from orgasm that was hard to imagine, and she got hooked on it so quickly. She masturbated every day or two, and the more often she did it, the more comfortable she became with the thought of how sexy you were. The way she imagined you together while rubbing fast circles around her wet clit and biting her lips, holding back moans in her room was a little awkward, but we don't blame the girl for her lack of experience. She both hated you and loved you for how magnetically arousing you were. Of course, she was desperate to get close. Perhaps, in some ways, Jackie's sudden desire at the sight of you was what finally brought you together, since she was truly hunting you down.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Did I mention that Jackie has a humiliation kink? So, speaking of which… God, it's incredible, although she's actually pretty vanilla even in that. She wants you to talk dirty to her and show her where "her place" really is. I actually think Jackie deals with a lot of pressure in the back of her mind - she might be thinking alone about how people treat her. She knows there are people who are jealous of her and she hopes there aren't too many of them because Jackie is perceptive. I think she's playing out that scenario through the humiliation kink where she's trying to prove that she's a good person. But for some reason, that turns her on.

You slap her clit and she shudders, whining. The dirty sound of the blow echoes around the room, making Jackie's vision blur. — Well, little miss perfect? ​​Look at you, bitch. You don't look perfect right now. Do you like the way I treat you? Do you like it when I tell you off for being such an arrogant good-for-nothing?

She whimpers at the sensation, her legs literally shaking as you bring two fingers to her entrance, stroking it so arousingly and seductively. — I… I'm not like that, I just… I'm good, I swear… — Shut your mouth, bunny, - you interrupt, your fingers teasing her. — You're being too talkative today. Maybe I should give your mouth something to do? What do you think? Jackie bites down on her lower lip, her gaze so seductively sweet, and you can't help but get excited, pushing two fingers into her. She moans your name, and it sounds like a symphony. — First I'll deal with your pussy, and then you'll deal with mine. — Yes, yes, yes… - she mumbles selflessly, while you fuck her so well.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Usually you fuck at your place, and Jackie is fine with that. She's not ready to go public with your relationship and step outside the box, but every time she argues with Shauna, she gets this obsessive thought about having sex with you in Shauna's car, forcing Shauna to catch you red-handed. She doesn't know how, but she wants to right up until the moment when she and Shauna make up again.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Your initiative. When you act like you want her, she loves you and wants to be the most desirable person in the world for you, and she will do anything to get that feeling. But she also likes to fuck when she is jealous, and she is very jealous. She likes your tongue deep inside her, when her thighs squeeze your head and she shows you who you belong to - because she can control you the way she wants.

— Yes, like that, God, yes… a little to the left, oh, f-fuck, - she mutters, her nails literally digging into your scalp with absolute intent, making you whine in pain while you lick her. — See? See how much I like you? You don't have… You don't have the right to look at that girl, knowing that I… that I need your tongue so badly! You mumble in confusion: Jackie doesn't let you know exactly what she's talking about, but you want answers. She only squeezes your head tighter with her thighs, and you feel like she's going to choke you at this rate. — That girl, at Lottie's party… I saw the way she looked at you, and you smiled at her, f-fuck! - she squeezed out, and it didn't even sound mean. She was too busy melting from the feeling of the wetness running down her ass and the orgasm that was coming. — You should have pushed her away and told her that you were mine! You and Jackie… together, oh, I'm going to cum, bloody hell! She cums in your mouth, her displeasure fading as her her chest doesn't stop rising and falling and her breathing doesn't return to normal. — She's my cousin, Jacks, - you suddenly say, cutting through the silence between you. — Don't you remember? I told you she moved in recently and is now at school with us. That's why she was at the party. You watch as Jackie's ears turn red all the way to the tips with shame and embarrassment.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Nothing nasty, nothing really painful, nothing really offensive. Jackie likes to walk on a line that she has set for herself, and she hates to cross it. She has set one for you, too, and she always tries to keep it for you, too. She is just a caring little ray of sunshine.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Jackie loves to receive, but she can also give sometimes. There are a lot of factors that have to come together for this to happen, but if you and Jackie are a couple, you don't mind when she doesn't fuck you back. You're used to it and you like what you have.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on the mood, really. Sometimes you want it slow and sensual, sometimes - fast and "rough" (her rough is just average sex, really).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) She wouldn't mind! Run home for 15 minutes, let her cum hard, and walk her to soccer practice on Friday? Yes, please!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Jackie is traditional and skeptical about experimentation. She often rejects everything until she tries it (like Lottie), and as it turns out, she is more interested in experimentation than she initially thinks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) Jackie has little stamina. Two orgasms for her - she is already exhausted, she needs rest and a snack. Fun fact, but if you agree that she will also please you, then she is often more energetic.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) No, she can't afford toys for some reasons: she's shy and she's the perfect daughter of her parents. She loves the vibrator - that incredible toy helped your sex life so much once.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Ooo, she loves to tease you. She wants to ignite your desire, and teasing is just another opportunity to do everything she can to feel needed and wanted. She will swivel her hips in front of you so enticingly, she will bite your bottom lip in a kiss and pull it so seductively, she will squirm on your lap like she is dying without you. You have been on her hook for a long time.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) When she gets used to you, she becomes very loud. Literally moans throughout the apartment and does not like to hold back. She just wants you to know that you are doing her good and that she really enjoys it. No guy has ever done it for her as nicely as you have and she wants to imprint it in her memory. Every night.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character) It may be an unpopular opinion, but Jackie can still give back! And what's more, she can like it. In my opinion, the fact that she often gets it is connected with her initially false ideas about lesbian sex - she was used to the fact that with Jeff she just… lay and smiled. She did not feel good at all, but she did nothing, she was beautiful and that's it. At first, it seems to her that everything is the same with you, but only then she begins to understand that with you it really is good and things are done a little differently.

She expresses a desire to taste you somewhere two months after your first time. You are surprised, but do not refuse. She licks you slowly, very gently and clumsily, and you like it. You hold her head, encouraging her. Jackie finds that she is very turned on by this, and it turns out that doing something is not so bad. She is already fantasizing about how this can diversify your sex life and is pleasantly surprised by how your face looks beautiful during orgasm. After that, she becomes more involved.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Lace, lace, lace… She wears cute lace underwear for you, every time hoping that you will appreciate it and is VERY offended if this does not happen.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Average, I guess? She wants it once or twice a week. However, you are always there if there are changes in her schedule.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) Fifteen minutes and she's ready. Sex exhausts her, and she loves to wake up feeling satisfied and happy, especially if she wakes up with you or finds that you've gone but covered her with something warm and taken care of her. She loves being your little sleeping beauty.

[mypoorocs]

Thinking about a first time Whumper x veteran Whumpee...

When they first meet:

"You don't seem nearly scared enough. This isn't your first time is it?" "You seem weirdly nervous. Is it yours?"

"Ugh! Out of everyone in the city I could kidnap I had to get stuck with someone else's leftovers!"

"You used to belong to so-and-so, didn't you? Ah! They're my idol! Oh! This is exciting. I get to study their masterpiece up close!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!!!"

"Oh. You've never done this before." "Stop judging me. I have a knife."

"How is it you know exactly what I like?" "You torturers are all the same." "You've done this before??"

"I won't kill you, but I need you to cooperate. I am new to this, just so you know." "Yup. I'm going to die."

"Mmmm, I love how you move when you're in pain." "Thanks! I've been practicing for years."

"Who taught you to scream like this?"

Whumpee helping Whumper figure out the basics:

"Why are you on your knees?" "Oh sorry. Do you not like that? The last guy liked me that way. I just assumed…" "No, no. It's a good idea. Keep doing that. I just… never thought of it."

"So, what are the rules?" "Rules?" "Yeah, dumbass. Your rules for me. Do you want me to call you sir? Master? Or can I keep calling you jackass?"

"Do you want me to put up a fight or should we skip straight to the submissive stage?" "Oh... uhhh... don't fight too much. I don't trust myself not to accidentally kill you." "Oh, yeah. Good point."

"What kind of scream do you like?" "There are kinds of screams?" "Yeah. The last guy liked it when I ugly-cried. But I'm pretty good a bloodcurdling and whimpering like a kicked puppy. I can try to stay quiet but I can't make promises there..." "Hmmm... try all of them. I'll tell you which I like best."

"You cleaned??" "Yeah? Was I not supposed to?" "I didn't know you could make captives do that?!" "For the record, I didn't do it because I'm scared of you - your arm gets tired after giving me like three lashes. I did it because I'm going to be spending a lot of time bleeding on this table and I doubt it occurred to you to disinfect it."

Whumpee teaching Whumper how to whump:

"Show me what they used to do to you."

Whumper studying the scars on Whumpees body to learn the best places to cut/stab.

"Oh no! A knife? How original!" /s

"If you stab me right there you'll kill me. You have to go one inch to the right. Yeah, right there-AHHHHHH! …yup. Right there."

"I'll make you a deal. Let me have a solid eight hours of sleep and I'll show you where to pinch the nerve that will paralyze my left arm."

"You can't leave me tied up like this!" "I can do what I want!" "Yes. Okay. True. But like, you've either got to tie my knees to my chest or let my feet touch the ground. Otherwise I'm going to asphyxiate."

Whumper having an inferiority complex:

"I CAN DO ANYTHING THEY COULD DAMMIT!" (They = Whumpee's former Whumper)

"WHUMPEE! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!" *Whumpee trying not to laugh when Whumper fucks up something really basic.*

"You must think I'm so pathetic." "NOo! Of course not! You're doing amazing! Really you are! I'm so fucking scared of you right now. I promise."

"I'll never be as good as the person who hurt you before." "You'll get there! I promise. I was like his fifth victim - I'm your first. Be kind to yourself!"

"How the fuck did your former Whumper do it?" "Yeah... you're not getting that out of me..."

Whumper being paranoid that Whumpee is manipulating them. Even though they hold the power they feel like Whumpee has more control over the situation because they know more.

Also...

Whumpee knowing just how to manage Whumper. They instinctively know when to be a little defiant and when to do exactly as they are told. They know just the right tone of voice to speak in, and just how to move, scream, to keep Whumper as pleased as possible. The sooner Whumper is satisfied the sooner it will stop.

Whumpee pretending it hurts worse than it does, lying about which places/tortures hurt most, acting more sick or tired than they really are to get rest/food, acting more scared than they really are… It's not like Whumper could know better.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie's supposed to be writing. The guys, they all agreed they'd each come to practice armed with two whole new songs they could pick from to add to their set list at the Hideout. And he's got his pen, and he's got his most recent trusty Composition Book, and all his lyrics are fucking bullshit about golden tanned skin and honeyed eyes and tracing constellations in freckles and moles, pathetic lines about being twisted in bed sheets, and the hopeless love he found himself in.

For the fifth time in an hour, he rips out the offending page, crunches it into a tight ball, and throws it across the room.

He can't write about Steve Harrington for the rest of his life; spend his nights aching for the boy who established himself as a fixture in Eddie's life and then just disappeared.

The worst of it--the very worst--is that Eddie knew better. Steve was never his, not in any real way, no matter how many times they fucked. He's Steve Harrington. Straightest guy in Hawkins. Popular. Rich. Whole fucking life laid out for him on a silver platter. And Eddie fell for him. It's the Munson curse, he supposes; always wanting what you can't have.

It started the way these things usually do, "got any weed?" and "come back to my place, Harrington" and "I got this stupid job at the mall, meet me there?" and lying "hey, guys, can't make band practice, gotta help Uncle Wayne" and "Munson, I really want--can I kiss you?"

In every other fantasy Eddie's ever had, it ends there. Steve gets his kiss and they never see each other again. But Steve Harrington--he's full of surprises. It catches Eddie off guard, makes him want, makes him trust. Because it's not just kisses. It's hands and mouths and "anything you want, Eddie. Let me make you feel good."

Maybe it wouldn't have hit so hard--maybe Eddie could've stopped from falling--if Steve hadn't been so good. Bitchy, sure, but genuine and kind. Had this whole gaggle of junior high kids he babysat, like what the fuck. Would hang out with Wayne and shoot the shit about whatever sports nonsense was on tv. Harrington never was as mean, as spoiled, as superficial as Eddie suspected.

Then Starcourt. That's when it all changes. Steve stops coming around then, in the aftermath. It hurts, but Eddie tells himself it's for the best. Now, he knows it would have been.

Two weeks with no contact, and Steve shows up at his door in the middle of the night. Eddie winces at the healing bruises and cuts on his face, can't imagine how much worse they were to start. He steps aside, lets Steve in, plans to say that he can't be whatever they are anymore.

Steve kisses him. It's a hot, needy thing, wild with teeth and tongue, nothing like before. Eddie is helpless to it, helpless to the way Steve grinds against him, already hard. He should slow it down, check-in that Steve is in the right headspace for this, but Steve is moaning low in his throat and Eddie can't think.

They're in Eddie's bed and Steve says, "fuck me, Eddie?" and Eddie says "are you sure" because he can't stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes (beautifuly bitchy), says, "I need to feel you inside me, baby."

How can Eddie say no?

Eddie's never done this before, but it doesn't matter. It's everything--Steve is everything--he could ask for.

The next morning, he expects Steve to be gone. Thinks they'll never see each other again. But he finds Steve in the kitchen, in his boxers and Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, making eggs and talking to Wayne like it's the most normal thing in the world.

The next month and a half are the best of Eddie's life. He and Steve spend more time together than they do apart. Nights at Eddie's trailer, in Eddie's bed. Days lounging at the Harrington pool and driving around the nothing that surrounds Hawkins. Sometimes they'll stop in the middle of nowhere, climb on top of the van, and just--be. Steve takes his shirt off, and Eddie traces their names in the sun-soaked freckles, thinking maybe he really gets to have this, have Steve.

It ends as quickly as it started. One morning in September, Steve is cupping Eddie's neck, pulling him in for a goodbye kiss, saying, "sorry, baby, gotta get home for my parents. I'll see you later tonight, yeah?"

Except Eddie doesn't. Eddie doesn't see Steve that night, or the night after, or the night after that. He stops coming around and all Eddie is left with is a broken heart and these piss poor excuses for songs.

He rips out the latest page, waxing lyrical about the wonders of August, and time slipping away, and the boy he'll never forget. Crumples it into a ball and bats it into a pile of junk accumulated in the corner of his room.

Eddie needs a break.

He flies into the living room, snatches up his keys from the floor by the coffee table, and flees his house and all those memories of Steve. It's not like he has anywhere specific to go, so he drives around town, with his windows down and his music up.

His tires screech as he rounds the corner to the video store and arcade. He's not planning on stopping, but honestly, maybe a few rounds of Space Invaders is exactly what he needs.

The van hasn't even come to a stop in the parking spot when his eyes fall on Steve Harrington. He's standing in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by a gang of kids (including some of Eddie's new little sheepies) and Robin Buckley. Steve wears a sunny yellow sweatshirt, tight jeans, and his hair is perfectly coifed, falling in an elegant wave. His hands are on his hips, mouth and brows pinched stern. He's gorgeous, perfect.

It's an assault, an attack, Eddie's entire body shakes as the months they spent together crash over him. He has the van in reverse before he consciously thinks to do so, flooring it out of the space hard enough to burn rubber.

The noise, the speed, it draws the entire group's attention to him.

His eyes meet Steve's.

Time stops and so does he, idling in the middle of the parking lot. For a second, one moment in time, Steve's face falls. His mouth loses that grumpy pinch, his eyebrows drop, his beauty transformed by grief, by fucking longing.

Steve takes a step forward, and Eddie hits the gas, van screaming out of the parking lot. He watches the group shrink in his rearview mirror, sure that he imagined the sorrow in Steve's face, anyway.

They're nothing to each other.

Never were.

By popular request: Part Two