#ah hell nah not tagging them all

[rogerrrroger]

Request

Medic being annoyed by literally everybody’s problems. It’s a gift for a specific person I swear-

@technoeggnog

Least stressful day in the life of a medic main

[steveseddie]

my heart burns there too

steddie | rating: t | wc: 4,7k | cw: none | tags: misunderstandings, light angst, pining, eddie jumps into some crazy ass conclusions, but it’s all good in the end

for @steddie-spooktober day eight, prompt “bonfire”

read on ao3 here

The bonfire is Robin’s idea, but Steve is who extends the invitation to Eddie when he stops by Family Video one day.

“A bonfire? Won’t that get us arrested?” He asks, leaning on the counter and watching Steve operate the tape rewinder with a bored expression.

“Nah, man,” Steve says with a shrug. “Hopper is Chief again and you’d be surprised by how easy it is to get him off your back if you play the ‘I fought monsters with your kid’ card.”

Eddie lets out a snort. “Wish I had that all those times that he picked me up for dealing.”

Steve sniggers. The tape rewinder makes a loud clicking sound, signaling that it’s finished, and Steve removes the tape, putting it back in its case before rewinding a new one. “So are you in?”

“Sure,” Eddie says, never one to turn down the opportunity to spend time with Steve— and Robin, of course. “But I’m not holding hands with you and Buckley and singing Kumbaya.”

For some reason, that makes Steve blush. He ducks his head, fiddling with another tape. “Um, well, it’s not just us, Nance is coming too.”

Ah, Eddie thinks, now the blush makes more sense.

He tries not to let his disappointment show. He doesn’t want Steve to think he has anything against Nancy because the truth is that he doesn’t. Nancy is great— she’s nice, she’s smart and she’s fucking badass. He wasn’t lying during that Spring Break from Hell when he told Steve that he should win her back, Wheeler is a fucking catch. Even Eddie, gay as fuck as he is, can see it.

Only now things are different. Not the fact that Nancy is a catch, she still is. But now she’s single, and she and Steve have been inseparable since she ended things with Jonathan.

Oh, and now Eddie is stupidly and hopelessly in love with Steve so he’s just waiting for the day when they finally announce that they’re back together and break Eddie’s heart.

He doesn’t know what they’re waiting for and he kinda wishes they would just get the fuck on with it. At least then, Eddie could stomp down any hope of anything ever happening between him and Steve. Right now they’re in a weird limbo where some days Eddie will catch Steve’s gaze flickering down to his lips or he’ll feel his touches linger a little too long and he’ll think maybe, but then he’ll walk into Steve’s kitchen to find Nancy and Steve whispering with their heads pushed together only for them to break apart and go quiet the moment they see him or he’ll try to make plans with Steve only to watch him fumble for an excuse before admitting he’s hanging out with Nancy. And every time his heart shatters a little, so better to just rip the bandage off once and for all.

“Eds?”

Steve’s voice snaps Eddie out of his thoughts and he realizes that he fell uncharacteristically quiet at the mention of Nancy. So much for acting like he doesn’t have a problem with her. Goddammit.

He plasters a smile on his face. “Wheeler is coming, you say? Great! The more the merrier!” He says, hoping it sounds convincing enough. “Should I bring something? Lighter fluid? Marshmallows? Child sacrifices?”

A woman standing to the side of the counter, letting the kid in her arms pick something from the candy display gasps audibly, scowling at Eddie and switching the toddler from one arm to the other, further away from him.

Whoops.

Steve gives him a look— why are you like this? it says. Eddie shrugs.

“Just bring drinks, okay?” Steve whispers to him after giving the woman a placating smile.

“Sure thing, big boy,” he says, delighting in the baffled little pout Steve makes every time Eddie calls him that. “Anything else?”

“Well,” Steve purses his lips, thinking. “I’ve got everything we need for the bonfire, Rob is bringing the music and Nance is in charge of the snacks.”

“Tell her I want s’mores.”

“She’s way ahead of you, man,” Steve says with a chuckle. Eddie’s eye twitches— of course perfect Nancy already picked the perfect snacks.

Nancy isn’t your problem, Eddie reminds himself, the problem is that Steve’s straight and still hung up on his ex-girlfriend, and frankly, out of your league.

He sighs. “Sweet, I’ll see you and the ladies on Friday then.”

“Oh, you’re leaving already?” Steve asks, sounding almost disappointed. Other than the woman and her child, the store is empty and has been for the entire time Eddie has been here. He’s probably dreading being alone for the rest of a slow shift.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, “I promised Red I’d drive her to the skatepark and if I’m late to pick her up, she’ll beat me to death with her skateboard and I’m too pretty to die.”

Steve smiles at him, that little lopsided smile that Eddie likes to believe is reserved just for him. He’s never seen him smile like that at anyone else— fond, amused, endeared. “Yeah, you are,” he says and winks.

Eddie’s breath hitches, his traitorous heart thinks maybe but his brain stomps down that hope real quick.

“Careful, Stevie, or Wheeler might get jealous,” he jokes but it doesn’t come out as lighthearted as he wishes.

Steve’s eyebrows furrow but before he can say anything else, a group of kids comes barrelling through the door followed by an exhausted parent and they all walk up to the counter to ask Steve for recommendations for their movie night.

Eddie quietly slips away from the counter, giving Steve a lazy salute and getting a finger wiggle in return before the kids loudly demand his attention.

Six little nuggets, Eddie thinks, recalling a conversation between Steve and Nancy that he wasn’t supposed to hear.

His heart breaks a little more. He wonders how long it’ll take before it shatters completely.

***

To no one’s surprise, Eddie is the last one to arrive at the bonfire.

He parks his van between Steve’s car and Nancy’s station wagon at the spot Steve circled on a map when he gave Eddie directions. After swinging his guitar over his shoulder and grabbing the cooler filled with sodas and beer, he follows the smell of smoke and the sound of Buckley’s boombox through the woods.

He spots Robin first— feeding dry leaves and twigs into the fire and singing along to some pop song Eddie doesn’t recognize.

Eddie whistles appreciatively. “That’s one impressive fire, Birdie!”

Robin jumps, dropping the leaves and the twigs to the ground with a startled yelp. When she spots Eddie, her face breaks into a big grin and she clumsily steps over the logs arranged around the bonfire to hug him as best as she can with the cooler between them and Eddie’s guitar on his back.

“You made it! And you brought your guitar!” She says, bouncing on her feet with excitement.

“Yup, there’s no way I’m letting you make my ears bleed by listening to pop tunes all night,” he teases and gets a light punch on his arm for it.

“I didn’t know you could play metal with just an acoustic.”

“Metal isn’t all I know, Birdie, I have hidden depths,” he says, thinking about all the country and folk songs he knows thanks to Wayne.

Robin cackles. “Sure you do, Munson.”

He sticks his tongue out at her and then glances around, looking for Steve and Nancy but they’re nowhere to be seen.

“They’re picking up more wood,” Robin says when she notices him looking. “They should be back soon.”

Unless they got distracted making out, Eddie thinks, biting down on his tongue to not let the bitter comment slip past his lips.

As if on cue, they hear leaves rustling and then Nancy and Steve step out from the treeline. Steve is carrying the wood and Eddie gets to enjoy the way his biceps bulge from the weight before his eyes zero in on Nancy’s tiny hand wrapped around Steve’s arm. They’re in deep conversation, Steve listening intently and nodding as Nancy speaks to him with a soft voice, her hand never leaving his arm. They don’t even notice he’s there until Robin points it out.

“Hey! Look who’s here!” She says, oblivious to the downward turn of Eddie’s mouth.

Both Nancy and Steve’s heads snap in their direction and Eddie tries really hard to school his features into something casual and less green-eyed monster.

Nancy’s hand falls from Steve’s arm and the pile of wood he’s carrying falters a little before Steve hoists it up again, biceps flexing. Eddie tears his eyes from his arms to look at his face, expecting him to look like he just spent the last ten minutes making out with Nancy or like he just got caught red-handed but instead, he’s grinning widely at Eddie, eyes twinkling under the moonlight.

“Hey, Eds!” He says, attempting to wave with his elbow but giving up when a piece of wood falls to the ground, his cheeks pinking up in embarrassment. “Shit, Nance, can you—” he starts but Nancy is already picking it up and placing it back on the top of the pile. “Thanks.”

Eddie carelessly drops the cooler in front of him. “Hey, Stevie. Hey, Wheeler,” he says, sweeping down in an over dramatic bow. “I come bearing drinks.”

Robin whoops, throwing the lid open and grabbing a wine cooler while Nancy picks up a beer.

Steve forgoes the cooler, dropping the wood on the ground next to it and walking around it to pull Eddie into a hug.

It takes him a little by surprise but he recovers quickly, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers against Steve's neck, feeling him shudder, probably from the cold. He's only wearing a polo shirt, and despite the fire burning next to them, Eddie feels a slight chill in the air even though his jacket. “You smell like smoke.”

Steve snorts. “Oh, so I smell like you?”

It’s Eddie’s turn to shudder as his brain provides a handful of other reasons why Steve would smell like him. He tells his lizard brain to cool it and pulls back. “Yup, exactly! And you should know the smell is a bitch to get rid of.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Steve says, shrugging. With a wink, he adds, “I like it.”

Which to Eddie sounds flirty and a lot like ‘I like the way you smell’ and it takes his brain a moment to recover from that, but he does it just in time to catch the beer Steve tosses at him, even if he fumbles with it at first.

“You did a good job with the fire, Stevie,” he says, expertly popping the bottle open and gulping half of it down.

He catches Steve watching his throat as he drinks and the way he gives a little shake of his head before glancing at the bonfire. “You only say that because you didn’t see my first two failed attempts,” he chuckles. “It was actually Nancy who got it going.”

Eddie’s grip on the bottle tightens. “What would we do without her?” He says, voice a little clipped.

Steve’s smile falters but luckily doesn’t ask what Eddie’s problem is. “So are you gonna play for us?” He asks instead, gesturing at the guitar still hanging from his shoulder.

“Not just yet, Stevie. I was promised snacks, I’m hungry.”

“Me too!” Robin jumps in.

“Oh, the snacks are in the car,” Nancy says, digging through her bag for the keys. “I’ll go get them!”

“It’s okay, Nance. Eddie and I can go,” Steve volunteers, and with a secretive smile, Nancy tosses him the keys.

“Don’t forget you gotta—”

“Jiggle the key to open the trunk, I know,” Steve finishes with a smirk.

Eddie doesn’t realize he’s pouting until Steve points it out. Luckily he thinks it’s because he volunteered Eddie to get the snack too, and not because Steve is finishing Nancy’s sentences. “Stop pouting, Eds, it’s not that far.”

“You only say that because you didn’t have to carry a cooler and a guitar all the way here,” Eddie responds snarkily before setting his beer down on the ground and falling into step next to Steve.

“I’ll do the heavy lifting this time,” Steve smirks.

Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, feeling the taut muscle underneath. “Seems like you already have, big boy,” he says, his voice coming out lower and flirty now that they left Nancy at the bonfire.

With an undignified yelp, Steve trips over something and Eddie, who hadn’t let go of his arm yet, tightens his grip to keep him on his feet.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Eddie says and Steve curses under his breath. Maybe his foot got caught on a root and he hurt himself— it’s hard to see the ground when all they have is the moonlight filtering through the trees. “You okay?”

“Yup, yeah, thanks, man,” Steve stammers out, giving Eddie a tight smile. “Come on, we don’t want to keep Robin waiting, you know how she gets when she’s hungry.”

Eddie snorts. “Oh yeah, I know. I still have her bite mark on my fucking arm,” he says, rolling up the sleeve of his jacket to point out the fading bruise from their last movie night when the pizza was taking too long to get there and Buckley decided to chump on his arm. “As if getting chumped on by demobats wasn’t enough!”

Steve sniggers. His eyes sparkle with something when he says, “Don’t think I can blame her for wanting a piece of you, though,” matching Eddie’s tone from before— low and flirty.

Eddie’s eyes widen, he stops looking at where he’s going to gawk at Steve and trips on a rock. With no one grabbing his arm, he goes down, landing on his hands and knees.

“Motherfucker,” he curses, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Christ, Eddie,” Steve mutters, hurrying to help him up.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” he laments with a chuckle, brushing off dirt from his pants and his hands.

“You okay?” Steve asks softly and then Eddie feels hands cupping his cheeks and tilting his head up until he meets Steve’s eyes. “You didn’t hit your head?”

Eddie shakes his head no, but the truth is he isn’t exactly sure— maybe he hit his head and now he’s hallucinating how close their faces are or how Steve’s eyes linger a little too long on his lips as they dart over his face, looking for any sign that Eddie hurt himself.

“Um,” Eddie clears his throat which feels a little dry. “We should get those snacks before the girls send a search party after us.”

Steve nods, and after letting his right thumb brush over Eddie’s cheekbone once, he drops his hands from his face.

Heat builds up on Eddie’s face, making his cheeks burn hotter than the bonfire.

They stay like that all the way to Nancy’s car.

***

Back at the bonfire, Robin snatches the marshmallows from Eddie’s arms. “What took you guys so long?” She asks, ripping the bag open and unceremoniously shoving one into her mouth.

“Gee, and they call me feral!” Eddie says and is rewarded by Robin hitting him with the bag of giant marshmallows. It doesn’t hurt, they’re marshmallows, but Eddie is nothing if not dramatic.

He grabs his arm where she hit him and falls to his knees, as if wounded. “This is what I get for braving the woods at night for your snacks, Lady Buckley? The nerve, the ungratefulness! I shall never recover!”

Robin lets out a giggly snort. She offers him a marshmallow on a stick for him to roast as an apology which he graciously accepts.

When he looks up, he finds Steve looking down at him with an amused expression. “Why do you insist on dropping to your knees in the middle of the woods? Your jeans are ripped enough as it is!”

Eddie’s mouth acts faster than his brain, leering at Steve as he says, “You don't like how I look on my knees, sweetheart?”

Steve’s eyes widen almost comically, his cheeks flaring an alarming shade of red. Eddie doesn’t get to enjoy the sight of a flustered Steve for long, his head snapping to his right when there’s a loud gasp that doesn’t come from either of them.

His eyes meet Nancy’s wide ones as they dart from Steve to Eddie to Eddie’s knees and back at Steve, her lips mouthing a silent, “Oh.”

Oh? Eddie thinks, ‘Oh’ what?

She can’t possibly mean— even if Steve said this isn’t the first time Eddie drops to his knees tonight, she can’t possibly think— oh Christ, does she?

Eddie is about to blurt out something along the lines of, ‘I didn’t blow your secret boyfriend in the woods, I just wish I did’ when Nancy’s eyes meet Steve’s and out of the corner of his eye, Eddie sees Steve firmly shake his head. That seems to be enough for Nancy, whose shocked expression melts away as she stands up and joins Robin where she’s roasting her marshmallow.

Eddie sits back on his heels with a sigh.

“You okay?” Steve asks, knocking his Nike against Eddie’s leg.

No, your girlfriend just thought you cheated on her with me! Eddie wants to say. “Yup, come on, let’s make some s’mores,” he says instead, pushing himself off the ground to go sit on one of the logs arranged around the bonfire.

He expects Steve to sit with Nancy, to appease her further but he sits next to Eddie, leaving no space between them despite there being plenty of room.

Eddie doesn’t mind, he loves having Steve close. Still, he can’t help but send surreptitious glances at Nancy every once in a while, averting his eyes when he finds her staring right back a few times.

He stops glancing at her when he gets distracted by Steve eating his s’mores— more specifically by him messily licking his lips and fingers clean. Not even his own marshmallow catching on fire can make Eddie tear his gaze away from Steve’s tongue lapping at the melted chocolate on his fingers, not until Robin screeches and points at the blackened little thing at the end of Eddie’s stick.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie curses as he pulls it out of the fire to blow on it, extinguishing the flames. Next to him, Steve laughs, lips stretched in a smug smile that it’s a little too knowing.

Holding the stick between his legs, Eddie squeezes the marshmallow between the crackers and the chocolate before taking a bite. There’s a slight burnt taste to it but it’s still good, so Eddie eats it enthusiastically.

He can feel Steve’s eyes on him as he does and he considers putting on a show like he did— licking and sucking on his fingers in an obscene way. But before he can, Steve is reaching out and wiping chocolate from Eddie’s bottom lip with his thumb.

Eddie’s breath hitches, his eyes widening.

Red blooms on Steve’s cheeks and he drops his hand to his lap. “Uh, you had chocolate on your lip.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” Eddie mumbles. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, “I’m gonna— I need a beer.”

He scrambles to his feet, stepping over Steve to get to the cooler. He nearly drops the beer when he looks up and finds Nancy staring at him, lips pursed and a tiny frown between her eyebrows.

Did she see Steve do that? Is she mad? Eddie wonders, averting his eyes and staring at the flames instead.

And more importantly— what the fuck is Steve playing at?

***

Eddie finally gets his answer about an hour later.

The four of them are sitting around the bonfire, drinking beer and talking about everything and nothing. Robin and Nancy are sharing a blanket they grabbed from Steve’s trunk because, despite the fire that’s still burning, the air has only turned colder as the night goes on. Eddie is sharing a log with Steve— or he was until Steve stood up to put on his Members Only jacket and sat down on the ground instead, leaning against Eddie’s leg.

Eddie didn’t question it at first, assuming that Steve wanted to be closer to the fire while still leeching some of Eddie’s body heat, which is fine by him. But then Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie’s calf and dropped his head on Eddie’s thigh, essentially cuddling Eddie’s leg.

That’s also fine with Eddie. At least until Steve’s hand starts rubbing up and down Eddie’s leg, his fingers occasionally coming in contact with bare skin where his jeans ride up and his sock rides down while, at the same time, his hair is tickling Eddie’s skin through the rips in his jeans.

He reaches for Steve’s hair, intending to move it away from his leg but the moment his fingers touch the strands, Steve shudders and melts under the touch. Eddie doesn’t have the heart to push Steve’s head away so he ends up playing with his hair instead, brushing his fingers through the strands.

It’s maddening. All of it— Steve’s head on his lap, his fingers in Steve’s hair and the small noises it drags from him, Steve’s fingers playing with his ankle bracelet and his wiry leg hairs.

Suddenly, Eddie feels hot all over, and it has nothing to do with the flames bathing them in red and yellow and orange. And when Steve tilts his head and kisses Eddie’s knee it feels as if he might burst into flames.

But when he looks up and finds Nancy staring at them with what can only be described as a scowl —a jealous scowl— it’s like being hit in the face with cold water. Cold water and a realization. The realization that Steve might be doing all this to make Nancy jealous.

Eddie doesn’t know why exactly. Maybe he’s ready to go public with their relationship and he’s trying to bait Nancy into accepting. Maybe he’s getting back at her for whatever happened with Jonathan when she was still dating Steve. Maybe it’s just a weird fucking kind of foreplay.

It doesn’t matter what it is, Eddie knows he doesn’t want to be a part of it.

So he pulls his hand away from Steve’s hair, and as carefully as he can, jerks his leg free.

Steve turns his head, looking up at Eddie with big confused eyes. “You okay, Eds?”

“I, um. I need to smoke,” he lies, scrambling to his feet.

Steve looks even more confused at that. “You can do it here, you know? We literally all smell like smoke already,” he says with a chuckle.

But Eddie shakes his head. “No, I- I gotta go, sorry, Steve,” he stammers out, tripping on the log as he hastily heads back to the van.

Without stopping, he digs a cigarette and hiz Zippo from his jacket, lighting it up as he walks. He hears Steve call out for him once, twice then nothing. Eddie pretends it doesn’t hurt that he didn’t come after him but he’s got Nancy, so why would he?

“Goddammit,” Eddie curses, running his hands through his hair with a frustrated groan, lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

It falls on the ground when Eddie lets out a strangled scream as Steve materializes out of fucking nowhere.

He hurriedly snuffs it out as he tries to get his heartbeat under control. “The bonfire wasn’t enough, Harrington?” He scoffs. “Are you trying to get me to start a real fire sneaking up on me like that?”

“I didn’t sneak up. I was calling for you.”

Oh. Eddie might’ve missed that from the blood rushing through his ears. “What do you want?”

“Why are you leaving? What happened?” When Eddie doesn’t answer, Steve’s face scrunches up. “Did I do something?”

Whatever Eddie’s face does at that is answer enough and Steve’s shoulders slump. “Shit, was that too much— I’m sorry, Eddie, I thought—”

“That you could use me to make your girlfriend jealous? Yeah, well, a heads up would’ve been nice,” Eddie says bitterly.

Steve jerks his head back as if he’s been slapped. “What?”

“I’m just saying that I probably would’ve said yes if you asked. At least then I wouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, y’know?”

“I- I don’t know, Eddie, what are you talking about?”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie asks, “You were trying to make Nancy jealous by being all over me, yeah?”

Steve splutters. “Uh, no?”

Eddie frowns. “So what? You guys are in an open relationship or something?”

“We’re not in any kind of relationship!” Steve says, his voice loud and hysterical at this point.

“Please!” Eddie scoffs. “You two have been inseparable since she and Jonathan broke up! It’s obvious you’re back together!”

“We’re not, Eddie, we’re friends! Yeah, we’re closer than we were before but that’s just because—” he hesitates.

“Because?” Eddie prompts with an impatient hand gesture.

Steve sighs, glances over his shoulder to where Nancy and Robin are and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Oh, what the hell!” He says to himself. “We got closer because we both realized we have a crush on our best friend.”

Eddie’s nose wrinkles. “Buckley?”

“No,” Steve says, dragging a hand down his face. “Well, Nancy does. She has a crush on Robin and I hope she’s telling her right now and that she won’t care that I just outed her to you—” His eyes meet Eddie’s and they’re open, vulnerable, hopeful. “But no, I don’t have a crush on Robin, Eddie, I have a crush on you.”

Eddie blinks. Then he blinks again. Then he pinches his arm hard but the world doesn’t fade away, he doesn’t wake up, he’s not dreaming. This is happening.

“Me?” He asks in a small voice. Steve nods. “So all of that— you weren’t making Nancy jealous you were—”

“Making a move on you, yeah,” Steve admits shyly, hanging a hand from his neck.

“Oh,” he says as he recontextualizes everything that has happened in the last couple of hours— hell, in the last couple of weeks. “Oh,” he repeats. “For what it’s worth it would’ve worked. If I wasn’t, you know, an idiot.”

Steve chuckles softly. “Well, good to know.”

Eddie bites his lip and goes on, a little nervous. “Yeah, and since I’m not an idiot anymore, if you wanted to like, make another move right now, I wouldn’t storm off or yell at you or—”

Eddie’s words are cut off by Steve making his move, which consists of him cupping Eddie’s cheeks, guiding his face to his and catching Eddie’s lips in a kiss.

Eddie stands frozen only for a split second before he loops his arms over Steve’s shoulders and kisses him back, feeling a fire bigger than any bonfire they could’ve built blaze wildly in his chest.

Steve dragging his teeth across his bottom lip only fuels the fire and causes Eddie to make a punched-out groaning sound that Steve chases with his tongue, deepening the kiss in a way that makes Eddie’s knees so weak they threaten to give out.

Before they do, causing Eddie to fall on them for a third time that night, Steve slows the kiss down to a full stop, ending it by nuzzling their noses together.

“You still are by the way,” Steve says.

“Huh?”

“An idiot,” he says, kissing the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “I can’t believe you thought I’d use you to make Nancy jealous!”

Eddie groans, dropping his head on Steve’s shoulder, embarrassed. “I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”

Steve wraps his arms around him, kissing his hair. “Nope.”

“Yeah, I deserve that,” he says, nuzzling Steve’s neck. He jerks his head back as he thinks of something— “Wait, if Nancy wasn’t jealous then what’s with all the scowls and the glares?”

“Oh, she was jealous. Of me. For making a move on you while all she did was share a blanket with Robin,” Steve says with a laugh.

And Eddie can’t help but giggle at how ridiculous this all is. “Should we make her jealous a little more?” He asks, grabbing Steve’s hand with a wicked grin.

Steve nods, intertwining their fingers together and letting Eddie drag him back towards the bonfire.

***

They find Robin and Nancy making out next to what’s left of the fire, wrapped up in the blanket and each other. Quietly, they make their way back to the cars, climbing into the back of Eddie’s van, kissing until the sun comes up.

[wcnderlnds]

──★ halloween candy / peter maximoff

halloween / fall drabbles with prompts from here. feel free to request any <3

For some reason you’d agreed to go over to Peter’s place this Halloween to help him hand out candy to the kids while his mom took his little sister out to Trick or Treat. Originally, Peter had wanted to do that but you had to remind him he was in his mid-twenties and people probably wouldn’t appreciate a fully grown adult begging for candy on their doorstep. That had caused a grumble of ‘I could just steal their candy anyway’ from him. As you stepped down the stairs into his basement, the familiar sounds of Pac-Man rang through your ears.

“Whoa,” Peter snickered, glancing behind his shoulder to look at you. This year you’d decided to go for a simple look for Halloween – a Harlequin clown. Black triangles surrounded your eyes, your lips covered in red that extended out into a Joker-esque smile. It wasn’t anything special but you knew Peter would have something to say about it.

“What?” You narrowed your eyes at his back, hands on your hips.

“Nothin’. I just can’t figure out what’s scarier: you with the makeup or without.” As he spoke, he’d zoomed over to you in barely the blink of an eye, lips curling upwards in an amused smile. His head was tilted to the side as he looked at you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger.

Playfully, you pushed his shoulder. “Asshole.”

That only prolonged his laughter. His laugh always made you feel some type of way. There was just something so beautiful about the man you were crazy about being so happy – even if it was at your expense. Peter never meant anything in a harmful way. It had always been this way between the two of you. The jokes, the laughter, the making fun of each other and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What’re you supposed to be anyway?”

Quick hands grabbed a pair of devil horns off the coffee table in the middle of his room and placed them on top of his head. “The devil, duh!”

“Peter! That’s barely anything.”

“Ah, but here’s the pièce de résistance.” It took him all of a second to grab his new red leather jacket, pulling it on his shoulders, arms outstretched at his sides as he showed it off. “What’d you think?”

Oh, it was so over for you. He looked damn good in red.

It was half an hour later when the trick or treaters started showing up. Peter had tried to scare most of the kids that had showed up but since he didn’t have a scary bone in his body, he failed every time. Once a couple hours passed, the candy was all gone… or so you thought until you caught Peter pulling out a bar of chocolate from his jacket pocket and shoving it into his mouth.

“Those were for the kids!”

“The kids got enough. It’s my turn. Can’t keep a guy from his candy, babe. It’s criminal.”

“You could at least share.”

“Hell nah. My one rule is I don’t share with clowns,” he sighed dramatically, another chocolate bar grasped in his hand. “Maybe take that makeup off and I’ll consider it.”

“Wanna help me?” You took a step forward, your chest pressing against his. Intentionally, you brushed your lips against his. With his eyes focused on your lips, his free hand came down to cup your cheek but the second he leaned in to kiss you, you snatched the chocolate from his hand and backed off. “Ha, loser.”

“Cruel, babe. Real cruel.”

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casual , part 10

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username93 i’m just waiting for him to get tagged in one of these posts

username17 ethan. it’s ethan.

username45 ermmm girl 🤓🤓 i caught u two in the park the other day stop hiding it from us

_quinnhughes ah hell nah

→ yourusername whatttt 😞

→ colecaufield he’s just being overprotective as shit don’t worry

→ lhughes_06 okay cole you were just as protective as we were??

username8 his shoe game 😮‍💨😮‍💨

jackhughes no one wants to see you smoochie smoochie in public

→ yourusername …“smoochie smoochie”????

→ jackhughes yes

→ yourusername jack i don’t think you’re in the right mental space right now

→ lhughes_06 he threw his phone across the room when he saw this post and it shattered 😃

→ yourusername jackhughes UM WHAT?

dylanduke25 ariana grande 😒😒

→ yourusername oh my god duker get over your ari beef and enjoy the song w me 😞

→ dylanduke25 NEVER

markestapa rosie he’s blushing i think you broke him

→ yourusername are you just the messenger now

→ markestapa yes

→ yourusername so will you tell him i found lipstick in his car and i know damn well it’s not mine because i don’t own any kylie lip products

→ markestapa uh.. no

→ edwards.73 he said you’re a liar because you know damn well he doesn’t look at any girl except you

→ yourusername ethan you’re not the messenger mark is 🙄

username20 i’m very extremely confused now is it ethan or not

→ username68 they’re trying to throw you off

→ username12 it’s ethan!!

_alexturcotte i like ur shoes

→ yourusername you bought them

→ _alexturcotte ik

edwards.73 you look like you like him a lot

→ yourusername i do ☺️

→ edwards.73 😳

rutgermcgroarty aww you posted us how cute

→ yourusername STOP

→ markestapa bro u got him tweaking tf out 😭😭

→ rutgermcgroarty that’s my job 😈

→ mackie.samo he’s never trusting any guy best friend ever again

→ yourusername rut ur gonna make him go insane

username75 NO this is so adorable

username81 AHHHH my heart you’re too cute

lhughes_06 👎

→ yourusername stfu

→ lhughes_06 ❌

→ yourusername ur the least fav child

colecaufield am i just late? when did you two get together

→ yourusername oh coley do i have a story to tell you

→ colecaufield so yes together or no together

→ yourusername yno….?

→ colecaufield ur soooo helpful 😑😑

→ yourusername IM JUST AS CONFUSED AS U ARE

username11 #rutsupremacy

→ yourusername oh god is this a new thing now

→ username72 #rutsupremacy

→ username39 #rutsupremacy

→ username80 #rutsupremacy

→ username2 #rutsupremacy

→ username45 #rutsupremacy

→ username94 #rutsupremacy

→ rutgermcgroarty #rutsupremacy

→ username61 #rutsupremacy

→ yourusername don’t try to sneak in here rutgermcgroarty

adamfantilli oh picnic date!

→ yourusername the word picnic doesn’t look right anymore

→ yourusername picnic

→ jackhughes picnic

→ dylanduke25 picnic

→ trevorzegras picnic

→ mackie.samo picnic

→ luca.fantilli picnic

→ markestapa picnic

→ adamfantilli it looks fine wdym

→ luca.fantilli she’s right

→ markestapa it does look weird

→ lhughes_06 what even is a picnic anymore

→ dylanduke25 Luke, a picnic is something you eat outdoors on the ground, as opposed to at a table

→ _quinnhughes what the hell is all of this

→ yourusername picnic!

username25 babe u needa post urself again we dont wanna see his crusty ass on our feed

username17 so he’s yours but he’s not yours bc you’re not actually dating bc HES A FUCKING PUSSY.

→ yourusername basically yeah!!

luca.fantilli he’s so exhausting u gotta just make the first move atp

→ yourusername im scared

→ luca.fantilli and??? ur the man in the relationship cuz brother hes being a little bitch

→ yourusername luca 😭😭😭

yourusername

liked by vivianliu, edwards.73, and 186,628 others

yourusername mall date with the bestie n the boyfie to try and get them to get along.. 🛍️

tagged: vivianliu

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rutgermcgroarty but me and vivi already get along wdym

→ yourusername okay mr mcgroarty ur gonna have to stop right there ✋

→ vivianliu have i forgotten to say i hate all men

→ rutgermcgroarty stop being such a hater 💔

→ yourusername BOTH OF U NEED TO STOP

vivianliu safe to say it actually worked… 😒

→ yourusername REALLY??

→ vivianliu dont make me regret admitting it 🙄🙄

→ yourusername THATS ALL I EVER WANTED

→ vivianliu I TOLERATE HIM THATS IT NO MORE

→ yourusername ☺️

username25 those r the new kicks ethan bought n posted on his story a few months ago

→ yourusername 🤫

edwards.73 “boyfie” ?

→ yourusername um… did i use the wrong term

→ edwards.73 no

→ yourusername oh

→ yourusername OH

→ yourusername oh ☺️

→ edwards.73 ur cute

username71 still a firm believer of #rutsupremacy

username50 #RUTSUPREMACY

username62 #rutsupremacy

username33 #rutsupremacy

username28 yall these comments r gonna be the death of her 😭😭 imagine how ethan feels seeing ts

liked by yourusername

→ edwards.73 real

→ username95 on behalf of everyone else we apologize 🙏🙏 edwards.73

trevorzegras boyfriend since when?????

→ yourusername ummm

→ trevorzegras mhm keep going 🤨🤨

→ yourusername that’s a good question

→ yourusername actually that’s a GREAT question

→ trevorzegras yea i like how u dont respond to my question

→ yourusername what question 🙊

→ trevorzegras i’m watching you two VERY closely

→ yourusername i thought u were a supportive king 😞👑

→ trevorzegras i didn’t think he would actually man up and do shit

username66 #rutsupremacy

lhughes_06 i like rut supremacy

→ yourusername i dont

→ lhughes_06 oh

→ rutgermcgroarty oh

→ edwards.73 oh

→ adamfantilli #rutsupremacy

→ yourusername adam not u too 😭😭

→ edwards.73 oh

→ markestapa he oh’d twice what did you guys do to him

username27 ok but i feel like yall r lit cute together n everyone else is jus a hater fr 🙌🙌

→ username19 YUP YUP say it louder for the people in the back

username36 goddamn do yall just want her to be miserable, like she’s literally happy w him why is it such a problem?? 😭

username82 #rutsupremacy

luca.fantilli going to the mall?? without ME??? 😏

→ yourusername get u and ur predator ass agenda the hell away from me

→ luca.fantilli need a ride? 😏😏

→ yourusername 🛑

→ lhughes_06 are you stuck in the high school mentality luca

→ luca.fantilli guess who??? 🫱🫲

→ _quinnhughes oh my god

→ dylanduke25 good lord

→ mackie.samo sometimes it’s best to STOP.

→ edwards.73 super… sophomore?

username15 h&m best store ‼️

username3 #rutsupremacy

username96 MALL DATE so funnn

username23 vivian’s literally the best best friend ever

username74 help why is everyone commenting rut supremacy am i missing something

colecaufield i hope he paid for all your stuff

→ yourusername he did 😒

→ yourusername i tried to pay for the stuff but that little bitch kept pulling his card out faster

→ colecaufield THATS A GOOD THING

→ _alexturcotte rosie u need a guy who spoils u

→ vivianliu she’s never had someone who willingly spoils her before

→ yourusername true!

→ colecaufield i spoil u all the time??

→ _alexturcotte i just bought u a new pair of shoes 😭

→ _quinnhughes I SPOIL YOU HELLO

→ jackhughes SO DO I???

→ trevorzegras fym i bought half of the furniture in ur room

→ lhughes_06 i paid for everything when we were younger

→ rutgermcgroarty okay out of everyone i think i spoil you the most so something aint adding up

→ yourusername erm…….. actually i spoil myself the most 🤓

→ vivianliu spoil doesnt even look like a real word now

username77 what were u buying at victorias secret???

→ yourusername 🫣

mackie.samo dammit u went to the fancy one AND DIDNT INVITE ME

→ yourusername it was bestie boyfie bonding time 😔

→ mackie.samo im a bestie!

→ yourusername …no sweetie ur not

next chapter notes ) HERES TO WINNING THE SERIES AGAINST VEGAS (and proceeding to blow a 3-0 lead and lose to the avs in ot) i know i know it’s late as hell but.. i was burnt out and preoccupied with studying for finals 😓 #rutsupremacy

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

[b0n3s-is-gay]

please write sodapop x reader breeding kink smut please amd thanm you. i love ur work

Of course of course! This may be a shorter work but I promise satisfaction. :]

Family

Synopsis: Sodapop has never been shy about wanting a big family. He was always like this, before and after his parents passed. Now that he's got a wife and a job that he loves, he is dead set on getting his family.

Tags: Aged Up Sodapop, breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, hand job, mutual masturbation, porn with NO FUCKING plot

"God fucking damnit... Mph, please... Please, please, pleeease Soda! I'll be a good girl, pleaaase!!!" She whined, begging for anything as he bullied her clit and her gummy walls. His cock twitched as he thrusted and shifted to give them both the best pleasure.

He was determined to put a baby in her, breed her till she couldn't walk, make her carry his child... He wanted that soo bad, a family with her, nobody else would he rather have a family with... He could see it now... 2 kids, maybe 3, and a dog... All while he fucked every last bit of his cum into his darling wife...

Sodapop gasped as he woke up, his girlfriend laying next to him in bed. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, the clothes hugging her figure and her ass particularly nicely. And goddamn... Did that get him hard, harder than he was from that dream.

"Love... Love wake up..." He whispered as he shifted closer to her, his morning wood pressing against her back. "Love please wake up..." He begged quietly as he moved a bit, grinding lightly against her.

"What Soda...? Something wrong?" She answered quietly, rolling over as she spoke softly.

"Yeah... I got a good 3 hours before I gotta go to work- fuckin' hell...- give me a hand here..." Soda whispered as he kept grinding on her, this time grinding against her stomach.

He did notice how her hand moved under his boxers that she took, but he did miss how she gently started to pull on his dick. He sucked in a gasp as she started to jerk him off while also fingering her cunt. He buried his burning face into her neck as he started to move, practically fucking her fist.

"F-fuck doll... Warn a guy before you start..." He moaned softly before sucking a hickey on her skin.

"Nah... Now what's got you so wound up?" She asked softly as her fingers worked in and out of her tight cunt, curling and uncurling as she fingered herself and let Soda fuck her fist.

"Ngh... Goddamn it... I had a dream, a really good 'n... I dreamt I got you pregnant, I dreamt we had 2 kids and I was fuckin' the 3rd one into ya..." Soda panted as he licked his lips and forced himself to stop. "Please let me make that dream a reality, please baby..." He begged as he stared into her lidded eyes.

To say that she was surprised was an understatement, her and Sodapop hadn't talked about having kids... But seeing how excited he got at the prospect of having them, it got something inside her going... "Alright then... Make it a reality..." She whispered as she pulled her fingers out and rested them on Soda's lips, her words breathless.

Soda quickly lunged forward like a mad man. He licked her fingers clean before kissing her passionately, letting her taste herself on his lips. Sodapop grabbed the boxers that she was wearing and pulled them off before pulling off his own pair.

"Holy hell... You have no idea how turned on I am at the thought of getting you all swollen and plump with my kids..." He whispered as he fingered her and rubbed the collected slick along his cock, using it as natural lube. He licked his lips once... Twice.. then quickly slammed into her without warning.

"A-ah!" She cried as she felt his tip slam into her without a warning. "You weren't kidding..." She panted as she tried to quickly adjust for him.

Soda squeezed his eyes shut before starting to move, fucking her like a man starved of affection. He was determined to get her pregnant, the thought of it just making him more motivated to succeed in his attempt to get his family. He gripped her hips and let his mind wander to what they would name their kids.

"if it's a girl... Can we name her Elizabeth? If it's a boy, I wanna name him Darrel, like my dad and brother..." Soda mumbled as he kissed her neck and jawline, nipping at her skin as he moved in and out of her tight cunt.

She nodded her head quickly as she closed her eyes tightly and gripped onto the sheets like they were a lifeline. She couldn't really understand what he was saying since she was too lost in the pleasure that he was giving her, but no complaints were uttered from her lips as she let him have his fun.

"Holy fuck..." Sodapop whispered as he rubbed her clit furiously. He knew what he was doing, of course, his movie star good looks did get him a lot of experience from the time he was 16 to the time he met her.

"God fucking damnit... Mph, please... Please, please, pleeease Soda! I'll be a good girl, pleaaase!!!" She begged as she moved to grind her hips up against him, begging to be filled up.

"Beg for it..." He whispered as he moved faster against her, giving her everything she wanted except for release.

"Soda, please! Please give me your children, make me a good mommy!" She cried as she looked up at him, tears sticking to her eyelashes and skin.

Sodapop looked down at her with a wicked and satisfied smirk before fucking her quickly, making her cum on his cock. He hissed as he felt her clamp down around him, making him cum just as hard.

Needless to say, Sodapop skipped work that day, calling out sick so he could spend his day doing another chore... Every event, person, and phone call was ignored for the chance to get his family... Even if it meant taking her ability to walk...

[hvnnibvni]

Together Again | JJK *part 1*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: Hi! Sorry it’s so late but here it is. I hope you guys enjoy. I’m making this into a series. I feel like it’s a little unprofessional not to have a masterlist but I’m working on that too. Just bare with me please in new to this lol. Also feel free to ask me any questions, or express your honest opinions Im all ears good or bad. Should I make a tag list?

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‘How the fuck did I get here’

You thought as you sat in you car, filled with you things. You had just left the home YOU bought after catching your boyfriend Yunwoo cheating one you.. With your supposedly best friend. Sitting there thinking, you should’ve saw the signs. They were there right in front of your face. You felt like a fool. Luckily you’ve always kept a cool head, or else you would’ve done something you’d regret. You honestly wished you did. You wanted them to hurt just as much as they hurt you, but you knew if wouldn’t change anything so why stress yourself out about it. But silence is the best way to get under someone’s skin isn’t it. No matter how much he cried and apologized. You didn’t turn back, you’ll never go back to him. That a promise you made to yourself on you journey back home.

Earlier that day:

“Hey y/n what can I get you” the barista, you’ve gotten to know over the years asks, “Let me have my usual please Janine, oh! And can you serve it really hot please, thank you.” You were making you your normal daily rounds that day, which normally started out with a hot coffee at your favorite cafe when you realized you forgot you wallet back at the house. “Ah actually scratch that. I seem to have left my wallet at home.” You say, making the sudden realization. “You know what don’t walruses about it it’s on the house,” Janine says with a smile. “That you so much I appreciate the generosity, but I have to go back home anyway. I’ll come back and pay for the coffee.” You just couldn’t shake this strange feeling telling you to go back home. Your boyfriend of 5 years seemed was acting strange this morning. Being overly sweet all of a sudden, waking you up, making you breakfast. It just seemed like he was trying to get you out of the house.

when you pull into the driveway you see his car still out front, but you didn’t find that as strange as you best friend, Cristal car along side his. “Strange,” you say to yourself as you pull into the driveway. She never texted that she was coming over, but you check you phone to be safe. But you still can’t shake the uneasy feeling you have in your gut that something fishy is going on inside your home without you knowing. The calm rational you is telling you to just walk in your home as if it’s nothing, but the bad bitch part of you is telling you to unlock your fence and sneak in though the back door. So that’s just what you do. As you’re sneaking inside your house you notice clothes spread all across you living room floor training up the stairs to your bedroom. “Oh hell nah I know these motherfuckers ain’t- okay.” You whisper to yourself as you tiptoe up the stairs.

As you reach your bedroom you hear the faint sound of laughter behind the door. You decide to listen in on the conversation before letting your presence known. “Why don’t you just leave her already. She can’t make you happy the way I do.” You hear Cristal say. “I’m just waiting for the right time Cristal you know how she can be. She so clingy, she acts like she can’t live without me,” Yunwoo explains to Cristal. You scoff to yourself as head this. “Mmcht yeah right like this isn’t my house you’re freeloading it.” You number to yourself as you lean in closer to get a better listen. No one knew that you were he one that made all the money between you two. Yunwoo didn’t have a job and was too embarrée to move back in with his parents after he dropped out of college. So you bought this home for the both of you to stay in. You on the other hand were and heiress to one of the most biggest, prestigious designing companies in the world. In other words you’re the 1 percent of the q percent. But you’ve always kept it a secret, because it is taboo to mention your wealth in front of other people who are less fortunate.

“well I just don’t see how it’s right to keep pretending and leading her on like this. Im starting to get annoyed just looking at her. She’s so pathetic.” At this point you e already opened the door. They look at you in shock to see you home this early. “Y/n-“ you hold up your hand. Not trying to hear a single word coming out of yunwoo’s mouth, already disgusted. You don’t speak of give them the time of day. Of course you have lots to say, say you listened to their conversation you realized that these people were below you. These people betrayed your trust, and defiled your home. They’re worth less than the dirt on a dog’s paw. And what do you look like speaking to those who aren’t even worthy enough to lick the dirt off of your dogs feet? “Y/n please let’s talk about this like adults.” Yunwoo pleads. All you can do is scoff ass you go around the room and gather your things.

“Yunwoo baby just let her go. You don’t need something like that anyways. She’s not worth the time,” Cristal says picking through her nails. “You know what Cristal you’re right. I don’t need this. I deserve better and y/n baby you can’t give that to me. I’m on to better things in life. While you’re going to be stuck a sad, lonely, bitter, insignificant, bitch no one can stand. So go on. Leave.” Yunwoo, who has more than audacity says to you. You, the classy person you are smile at him, gather your clothes, jewelry, and dog walk away. Leaving everything behind.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Ghostface!Shuriri Headcanons

Surprise! Surprise! I got some headcanons for Ghostface!Shuriri for yall. Also I recreated a tag list so in case yall want to be tagged in anything, go ahead and fill out this form right here. ---> Taglist Form

Normal Lives

●👻● Outside her ghostface persona Riri is the perfect student. Still in college. 

●👻● Top of her class(of course), shows up on time, takes perfect notes, turns in work before the deadline, you name it. 

●👻● She doesn't mind doing work for her classmates. You want her to do your homework for you? It'll cost ya. (Her prices ain't cheap.)

●👻● Straight sneakerhead. Will make sure every outfit is tied together by the shoe.

●👻● Loves to go clubbing. Usually ends up with her finding a girl for her and Shuri for fuck around with if they're bored.

●👻● Despite her usually sticking to herself, no one truly has a problem with her. (If they do, RIP.)

●👻● Will talk her shit. Super sassy. Doesn't matter who you are or where ya live. Her slick mouth usually gets her in trouble. But ain't nobody gone jump with her partner a couple feet behind her.

●👻● Speaking of the partner, Shuri is the one who stays out of the limelight. 

●👻● She got away from Wakanda after T'Challa's passing. She believed he could be saved but that no one was trying hard enough. She dropped her duties as princess and went completely off the grid.

●👻● She spends most of her time in the lab under the house. Making new weapons, traps, home defenses. (She's still one of the smartest people on earth.) 

●👻● Also a sneakerhead. She's the one who likes to match shoes on a date.

●👻● Only goes clubbing so she doesn't have to hear Riri beg over and over again. 

●👻● Riri may be sassy but Shuri is MEAN. She does not give two fucks if she hurts your feelings. If you can't handle what she has to say then don't even look in her direction. 

●👻● If Riri has a problem with someone, so does Shuri. They're a package deal at this point. But if you're cool then you shouldn't have to worry about anything happening to you.

👻👻 "You know you was supposed to cash app me yesterday." Riri held a look of annoyance on her face as the football player fidgeted with his jacket. "Ah shit I forgot, $600 right?" She gave a small grin as she shook her head. "Nah, that was yesterday's price. It doubled since you forgot." His face fell and he bent down to mumble so his friends wouldn't hear. "$1200 is a little much don't you think?"

"Bet you won't forget again. I don't do this shit for free." She spat and he clenched his jaw. "What, are you gonna hit me pretty boy?" He steps closer to her before his eyes locked with another pair of brown orbs. "Is there a problem?" He quickly shook his head and sent Riri the money he owed before heading back to his friends. "I had it." The shorter girl grinned as she placed a kiss on Shuri's cheek. 

"Of course you did."

Behind The Mask

●👻● They don't just go around killing people for the hell of it. Their victims are usually people who did wrong by them or just don't deserve to live out their lives. Doing the world a favor.

●👻● Shuri uses a hunting knife with a sleek edge while Riri uses one with a ridged blade. 

●👻● Shuri is better when it comes to speed. She was training with her brother when he was alive. So if you manage to get away from Riri, you're not getting away from her. Loves the chase. Don't run. It only makes it more fun for her. "I love when they run."

●👻● Riri loves to play with their victims. Turns any chase into a game of cat and mouse. She also excels when it comes to stealth. She's the one who sneaks up on you when you're not looking. Can disappear in the blink of an eye. "Eyes on me ma."

●👻● Riri almost never has a messy kill. One clean cut is all it takes, hence her weapon of choice. Shuri on the other hand usually has some pent up aggression that she lets out during a kill. Not too much blood but just enough.

●👻● Won't let you see them in action. The only time was when you first met. But never again. The two agreed to keep everything ghostface related away from you. No matter how many times you ask. 

●👻● They did allow you to see them behind their ghostface personas only one time. The three of you drove to an abandoned building to show you how they hunt after endless begging. They even gave you a head start to run and hide. They made a bet on who would find you first with the loser making dinner. It didn't take long for Shuri to find you and to this day you and Riri wondered how she did it. 

👻👻 The only sound you heard was your own footsteps on the hard floor as you tried to be sneaky and find a good hiding spot. The building was long abandoned but still stood strong for a quick game of hide and seek. The two women gave you 10 minutes to hide and you had to admit your heart was racing. Quick, you say as you notice the cloak disappearing around the corner. You ducked under a nearby desk as one of them dragged into the room. You had a feeling it was Riri with how quiet they were. Even though they weren't going to hurt you, the thrill of it all sent jolts through your bones. When she left the room you took off down the hall with a wide grin. Time was almost up. Just before you could reach the doorway, a gloved hand grabbed your waist and you squealed. Looking up you saw Shuri take off her mask with a smirk. "How did you…..where did you come from!"

"What's the matter mamas? You look like you've seen a ghost."

When It Comes To You

●👻●Shuri is somewhat touch starved. So anytime you hug her from behind or snuggle up to her it makes her heart flutter. She eats it up.

●👻● Riri on the other hand loves having her hands on you. Whether it's holding your hand, grabbing your waist, or having you in her lap. 

●👻● They never let you go somewhere alone. If Riri can't be with you, Shuri is going and vice versa.

●👻● Riri is really big on PDA. Loves leaving small kisses and hickeys everywhere. Especially when someone hits on you while she's there. Shuri isn't into PDA like that but will not hesitate to pull you into a sloppy kiss if someone is bothering you. If it makes the other guy uncomfortable then it was worth it. 

●👻● Shuri gets jealous easily when it comes to you and Riri. That's where that sloppy kiss comes into play. And when you blush and hide your face in her neck, she's glaring at whoever is trying to shoot their shot. Also super territorial.

●👻● When you're alone they love to shower you in affection. Shuri loves running her fingers through your hair while Riri leaves trails of kisses along your shoulder. CUDDLE PUDDLE!

●👻● They will pamper you every chance they get when you're all together. Hugs? Kisses? Cuddles? Sex? They'll take care of you and all your needs. They will give you everything and anything you ask for.

●👻● Shuri teaches you and Riri Xhosa. You've learned that catching her off guard when switching languages flips a switch in her head. 

●👻● You're untouchable. No one in their right mind is going to lay a finger on you without lethal consequences. You want someone taken care of? Just say the word and they're gone.

●👻● They will not under any circumstances let you tag along for a kill. They would never put you through witnessing something as vile as them killing someone. Never again.

●👻● You definitely play with the voice changer. They have different ones but at this point you know who is who when they try to freak you out. 

👻👻 You tiptoed around the house trying to find your two girlfriend's with the small box in your hand. You found them on the couch watching Friday the 13th and grinned at the sight. Riri was lying under Shuri who had her arm over the girl's shoulder. You brought the box up to your lips and clicked the button. "Cuddling without me? How disrespectful." The two looked back at you before their laughter filled the room. "Girl, put that shit down and get over here." You sat down the voice changer and moved to lay your head down in Shuri's lap and your legs on Riri's. Though of course she couldn't keep her hands to herself and ended up between them. 🤭

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓

⭢ In which: you and your boyfriend, including your friend get attacked at the house. but you get brutally injured. and one ghostface in particular seems to regret hurting you but— for some reason is mainly after your boyfriend.

☆ | warning(s): blood , stabbing , gore[?]

☆ | note: I really didn’t know how I was going to do this but I made sure to add some extra details to the whole setting and stuff. also, your boyfriend name is Mandy, go with it please :D [i tried lol] also, enjoy!

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: Mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise, he’s just an add in and an oc of mines!! this is all fiction which is not real, don’t take this seriously.

It was just a normal night at sam’s house. it made you a bit more safer, having Mandy — your boyfriend with you, add that as a extra point cause he was protective of you. Ethan was here too, probably as a tag along or a friend, you didn’t know.

But, for some reason— he was extremely nice to you. well, you don’t see it as weird it’s just..odd. you’ve known him for a minute but other than that there was nothing between the two of you.

Mandy has been with you since day one. even after what happened in woodsboro, everyone getting killed. the Amber and Richie situation, and all that crazy stuff.

Anika turned it to the news station, you just found out that Jason carvey had died and someone else, was it all happening again? this is the main reason you had ran away from woodsboro. to get away from this bullshit.

Mandy wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. if you had seen Ethan’s intense stare at the both of you, then you’d feel a shiver run down your spine.

Oh, how much he hated how that wasn’t you positioned in-between his legs sitting there. it wasn’t fair. why couldn’t that be him? why? it wasn’t fair.

"So, it’s happening all over again?" you questioned, a tremble in your voice, showing how truly scared you were. Mandy placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"No it’s not. we’re gonna be fine. I swear." Mandy whispered to you, you wrapped your arms around his arm and squeezed it tightly.

Ethan glanced over at Mandy while taking a swig of his beer, then he looked away with a scoff.

Mandy turned to him, "somethin’ wrong landry?" he questioned, he’s been suspicious of Ethan since— forever. Him and Chad being the only two males that were friends and then Ethan decided to come in the picture? kind of odd.

"Oh? n-no! uh, nothings wrong." Ethan said, blushing a bit when he noticed you staring at him with a small smile, "leave him alone Mandy, he’s just watching tv." you said with a little giggle.

Ethan felt a smile form on his lips from your giggle, god he loved hearing your voice so much. which is why he was annoyed Mandy got to hear it all the damn time.

"I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, sorry man." Mandy apologized to Ethan, Ethan nodded, "Nah it’s cool, you did nothing wrong." he replied.

Then something clicked, "wait a sec, aren’t you supposed to be at econ?" asked Mandy.

Well shit. there’s a little mess up right there.

"Ah, shit. right! thanks man." Ethan said and grabbed his jacket and backpack, hurrying out the door.

You watched as he left, a frown appearing on your lips. you just hoped he was okay, that’s all. nothing more to it.

———

After a few hours of watching the news, a scratch was heard from the front door, making you stop in your tracks. where the hell was that coming from?

"Hey, guys?" you called out, everyone who was in the kitchen looked at you in confusion, Mandy was the first to stand up and walk over to you, then next was tara.

Tara put a hand on your shoulder, "what, what’s wrong?" she questioned, you didn’t answer and felt your hands shaking in fear. why did you feel so scared?

Something didn’t feel right.

Chad, Sam, Mindy, and Anika appeared too. Mandy turned to you with a look of concern, if anything his freckles were distracting you.

You gripped his hand tightly and pointed at the door, everyone followed your gaze and their eyes landed on the door.

"I hear something. I don’t know what it sounded like but I heard screaming too." you explained, but then you jumped when more banging sounds came from the door and screaming.

Was a massacre happening in there or what? Mandy pushed you behind him while you were still holding his hand tightly.

"Run." Mindy said. and right after she said that, the door busted open and you saw Quinn’s dead body fall ontop of Anika who screamed.

There stood ghostface in the door way, making his way towards all of you. your feet moved faster than you thought it would as you started running.

"This shit again?" Mandy muttered under his breath, annoyed that nobody could get a break from this thing.

He himself started running, ghostface turned his attention to mindy and Anika, mindy tried hitting him but he/she dodged it and stabbed her in the arm, you heard her scream.

Mindy fell to the ground and her back hit the couch, "Get the fuck away from her!" yelled Anika as she wrapped her arms around his leg and hitting it.

Ghostface looked down at her, even though you couldn’t see it you knew somehow he/she was glaring.

Ghostface grabbed Anika by the neck, cutting off her oxygen as he/she did so, his/her grip getting tighter around her neck. you let out a horrified gasp and watched as ghostface brought his knife out.

he/she aimed it right at her stomach, plunging the knife in and twisting her guts while he/she did so. you felt like you were about to throw up, her screams echoed in the room.

Do something. stop standing there.

you searched the kitchen for a knife, when you grabbed it- you had so much fear that you even accidentally cut yourself.

You ran back inside the livingroom, you slipped on one foot but you caught yourself, "leave her the hell alone!" you yelled, stabbing ghostface in his/her shoulder.

he/she flinched before turning to you, his/her actions were slow, like he/she was eyeing you up and down to see if you were a threat. and you could’ve swore..you heard a deep chuckle- was he/she, laughing?

He/she dropped Anika to the ground, the girl groaned in pain and you could hear her sobbing.

Ghostface was slowly starting to make his/her way towards you now. but no, you weren’t gonna let your guard down that easily. not at all.

Mandy appeared with Sam, they were watching ghostface closely, if he or she were to attack they’d be prepared.

"On three..we attack, okay?" Sam whispered to Mandy, he nodded, "got it." he replied.

Ghostface grabbed you by the arm and threw the knife to the ground, "to hell with it, now!" Sam yelled, Mandy and Sam came from behind ghostface and attacked him.

Sam put ghostface in a headlock while Mandy got the knife out of his hands— but somehow this ghostface seemed to be stronger..? as well as more aggressive.

"(Y/n), go, run now!" Sam yelled, you hurried and started running. you heard what sounded like a 'No' come from ghostface.

Mandy froze and so did sam, what did he/she just say? how-

This gave ghostface a chance to hit sam with a right hook to the face, knocking her to the ground. Ghostface swiped Mandy underneath his feet causing him to fall.

"Pretty boys die first, huh?" said the ghostface, tilting its head, Mandy didn’t respond and instead punched him/her in the gut, "fuck you, man!" Mandy yelled.

When you heard Mandy yell, you stopped in your tracks, Anika and Mindy where hiding in a room and trying to get the window open, Anika sat on the bed, clutching her bleeding stomach.

No, you couldn’t leave him. he was the only thing keeping you sane.

Running out of the room you grabbed a brick and started running towards ghostface who was sitting on Mandy’s waist, Mandy tried getting out of his grasp.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" you shouted, before anyone could process anything, you hit ghostface in the head, you watched as he/she fell to the ground.

You helped mandy up, sam helping you as well. Mandy was quick to wrap his arms around you in a hug, "you okay, (Y/n)?" he asked, you nodded.

Sam wrapped a protective arm around you and mandy, watching ghostface closely to see if he/she would get back up again.

And he/she did.

The knife was supposed to aim for mandy but instead…

It hit you. right in the stomach. you let out a scream in pain, the ghostface was quick to recoil in surprise.

"Shit, run! Mandy, get the knife!" sam yelled as she sent a kick to ghostface as he/she fell back

You ran into the room Mindy and Anika were in, Mandy holding you in his arms as he was applying pressure to your wound.

"We have to go, sam you first. also your, uh, Jiminy cricket boyfriend is there." Mandy joked, "it is not the time to be joking mandy. But I’ll admit; it was funny." Sam said with a small but quick chuckle.

Sam was the first to go, mindy was holding the dresser against the door so ghostface wouldn’t get in.

you didn’t have much time because the quicker he or she was in here, the quicker he/she’d slaughter you all in this room.

"M-Mandy, you go. I’ll be right behind you, ok?" you said, groaning in pain when the pain from your stomach didn’t stop.

Mandy shook his head, "No, no. you go." he said, you turned to him with a irritated glare.

"Now is not the time to be the hero. just go, please!" you begged, mandy felt tears form in his eyes as they fell down.

You only nodded at him, he placed a quick kiss to your lips before making his way to the window.

he hurried and got to the other side, not even looking down. Sam and her boyfriend helped her inside.

Next was mindy, you didn’t hear her and anika’s conversation. you sat there in the corner clutching your stomach painfully.

"(Y/n), y-you have to go. th-they’ll be in here soon, go." Anika ordered, you made your way over to her before pulling her into a hug, "I’ll be right behind you." she whispered.

once you let go, you made your way towards the window. Anika did was she told you, she said she’d be right behind you.

You moved back a little to let her go first, she gave you a curt nod, even though the ladder was creaking you had to go. and you couldn’t look down either.

You noticed sam, mindy, and Mandy’s eyes widen, "(Y/n), anika, you both have got to hurry right now." Mindy said frantically while she was sobbing.

Your stomach was still hurting, "c’mon (Y/n) I’m right here, okay? don’t look back either." Mandy said, a sob escaping his mouth as tears fell from his eyes.

"Mandy, I’m scared." you said. even though you didn’t want to continue you knew you’d have to.

You weren’t supposed to turn around but you did, and when you did you saw ghostface right there. staring you and Anika down.

"(Y/N), ANIKA, YOU BOTH HAVE TO HURRY." Mindy yelled, you tried crawling but your hands were staring to slip.

And that’s when you felt it, a hand wrapped itself around your ankle in a tight grip, the grip being so tight it caused your ankle to bleed.

"No, let me go! let me go!" you yelled, ghostface started dragging you backwards and towards him/her, whoever the hell it was.

"C’mere pretty thing." The voice was raspy and rough, who the hell was under that mask? you started sobbing.

"Get away from— me!" you yelled, kicking the person in the face. Anika pushed you in front of her and this seemed to have enraged whoever was under that ghostface mask.

"Come on, I got you." Mandy whispered, holding his hand out for you to reach, you desperately tried grasping his hand, but your fingers kept slipping each time.

Ghostface started shaking the ladder and pushing it side by side, anika started screaming, "I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die!" Anika screamed.

Then, as the ladder kept shaking, it tilted, causing you to almost fall. Anika on the other hand…she wasn’t as lucky.

You heard her scream and then a loud bang was heard, she fell to the ground with thud.

Mandy and sam held onto your hand and hauled you up and into the window, you hid your face in Mandy’s chest. his arms wrapping around you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He felt eyes bore into the two of you, he slowly turned around to see the ghostface staring at you two. he could feel the anger radiating off of the person.

Who. was. that?

Part two? Idk, hope you enjoyed!

[sorceresssundries]

Janet from HR's Banter/Dialogue

Thank you for the asks around Janet's party banter! There were a few crossovers, so instead of doing separate responses i'll put them all here and tag the people who asked about it!

There were a few, so i'll put them under the cut!

Thanks @mumms-the-word @lanafofana @residentdormouse and @briwhosaysni ! <3

If you'd like to do this for your Tav, the link is here!

2. Spam clicking on them too many times Stop it! Before I make an official complaint. 

3. Directing them to attack/move in combat Fine, but after this I want a glass of wine and a lie down.

4. Hiding/sneaking/hidden movement Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious… 

5. Taking a short rest Time for a nap and a cry. Then back to it.

6. Low health/asking for healing Just leave me to die actually, i’m so sick of this.

13. Picking a lock Good job I've got a messy bun full of bobby pins.

12. Encountering a locked door No way through, can we go home now?

14. Looking at a Globe I’m taking a fucking holiday when this is all over. I need a tan, a mojito, and a dirty book. 

17. Looking in a mirror Fucking hell. Has anyone got any concealer?

19. Noticing a trap Don’t you lot have fucking magic elf vision or something? How come i’m the only one to spot that very obvious trap.

20. Can’t fit into a small hole Nah, sorry love. Not without a whole lot of lube.

26. Party banter with Gale

Gale: It is in the aftermath of battle, when the haze of the Weave lingers from the sparks of magic, that the memory of Mystra’s embrace feels most vivid. It's as if she’s still guiding my hands, her presence intertwined with every thread of magic I spin. 

Janet: I’m not gonna lie man, she sounds like a real bitch. 

28. Party banter with Karlach

Janet: You know, my ex didn’t have a heart either

Karlach: What?! That’s awful! Gods, soldier - i’m so sorry. That must have been really tough for you. Did he get sent to the blood war too?

Janet: Oh.. no.. I meant… Never mind. Thanks Karlach.

32. Party banter with Jaheira

Janet: Hey babe, my friend Shannon does my botox and she’d work wonders on you.

Jaheira: *glares* She would approach me with a needle? Does this Shannon value her life? 

Janet: Not really, she’s a pisces. 

34. Party banter with Minsc

Janet: I got my kids a hamster once

Minsc: Ah! Then you must know what tough and wise companions they make!

Janet: I accidentally sucked it up in the hoover after a week. They’re not that tough

[dearstvckyx]

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thelunahughes Devil’s Advocate out in 2 Weeks 🩷

tagged theweeknd 5sos lukehemmings ashtonirwin calumhood michaelclifford thevamps bradleywillsimpsom connorball jamesmcvey tristianevans dixiedamelio _quinnhughes

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⟶ thelunahughes: dixie was easy, the vamps were sort of easy, 5sos was difficult and the weeknd was toughhhh

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jackhughes: EITHER YOUR SHORT AF OR 5SOS IS TALL AS HELL

⟶ thelunahughes: 😭 my neck hurts from lookin up to just talk to them

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20 questions for writers

Tagging myself into this because I’m a giant loser and I think it’ll be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twelve!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

34,421

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Of my twelve fics, there are eleven for Fullmetal Alchemist and one for Avatar: The Last Airbender. And I am strongly considering dipping my toes into the world of Spy x Family as well (just as soon as I finish Code White).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Uncle Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender, Zutara)

2. The Counteroffer (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

3. The Art of Living On (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

4. The Flame Alchemist's Daughter (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Checkmate (Fullmetal Alchemist, Royai)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! When people take the time to share their thoughts on my work, it means the world to me.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, it's a tie between As You Were and The Flame Alchemist's Daughter.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Death and Taxes, in spite of its bleak title!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah. I can’t even write a smooch scene without blushing and looking over my shoulder.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm not opposed to the idea if the right concept were to come to me. Closest thing I have to a crossover now is my latest fic, Mrs. Mustang, which is inspired by a scene from Pride and Prejudice.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. There's a special place in fandom hell for people who do that shit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also no, also would be cool!

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Ah man, I have to say Zutara (Zuko x Katara, Avatar: The Last Airbender). I've shipped them since I was a kid watching Sozin's Comet in my parent's basement in 2008. They're the ship that got me into writing fanfiction. Even though they aren't canon (*sob*) and I don't write them much anymore, they'll always be my OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ahhhh don't kill me but The Bookshelf has been giving me trouble. I have a lot of Part 2 written but it just doesn't feel right, yaknow?

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm clear and concise. I think I'm pretty good at tension, particularly romantic tension, and angst. I pay very close attention to characterization, and pride myself in accurate portrayals of the characters in my fanfics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm slow. My word counts tend to be low - side effect of being concise. I gloss over descriptions that I should probably spend more time on. I'm good at writing romantic tension, but when that tension culminates, I feel like it just gets awkward and then I cut things short when I really should draw them out. Humor and true fluff pieces do not come naturally to me, though I'm trying to stretch myself by writing more of those.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have never done this, so no thoughts except for it sounds difficult!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Avatar: The Last Airbender

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is hard, but has to be The Counteroffer, my first and most-loved Fullmetal Alchemist piece. In a creative sense, writing this story opened the gateway (lol) to so much more for me, and I'm eternally thankful that my little debut to this fandom (and return to writing overall) was so well received.

Death and Taxes and Hourglass are also close to my heart.

Tagging in @starwritingbri, @they-lived, @musing-and-music, @fullmetalscullyy, @writing-royza, and YOU if you want to join in!

[soul-controller]

Working His Body(Suit) III (Teaser)

In the midst of a lewd act, Martin is caught by his hunky new manager Tony at S-C Fitness. Upon encouraging him to finish, Tony then takes a moment to help Martin get acquainted with his new physique and learn about his job responsibilities while wearing the suit. Through doing this, Martin discovers two interesting secrets that make him even more intrigued about his new job...

Throughout their entire conversation, Martin was confused by the fact that Tony kept referring to his form as his “new identity” rather than his “new body”. As a result, his inquisitive mind was unable to stop itself from asking more questions. “What do you mean by new identity though? Like they just give you a new bodysuit and that’s it right? It’s not like you become somebody else entirely…”

To Martin’s horror though, Tony shook his head to deny that idea. “Nah, it’s an entirely new identity bro. New body, new name, new everything. They do some witness protection level shit to give you an entirely new identity so no one could possibly know who you used to be. Hell, I heard they even have the ability to make sure that you forget about who you used to be to make sure that the company’s secrets never become unveiled.” 

After reaching deeper into the box that had once contained Martin’s bodysuit, the man then pulled out a shiny new name tag. “Ah see, when you’re working here, you don’t even go by your real name anymore. Like, my name isn’t even Tony! From now on, it seems your work name is gonna be Emmanuel,” the manager revealed, grabbing onto the name tag and holding out for Martin to see.

Upon doing so, there was a bizarre sense of both panic and excitement about this reveal. Although he was quite happy with his name and family and thus didn’t want to lose that aspect of himself, the concept of turning into this hunky bodybuilder seemed like a dream come true. Hell, even his new name sounded hot to him and fit his new body much better than Martin!

“Ok, before we have you get out there and start working,” Tony began, ”we should run through some basics so you’re not completely thrown to the wolves out there.” This caused the nervous new employee to eagerly nod his head in agreement. Upon doing so, Martin listened as Tony gave tons of pointers about how to appropriately help their members do their best possible workouts like reminding him to have them lift with their legs rather than their backs.

Upon finishing up after rattling off a few more tips, Tony then ended his lesson by pulling off his shirt and revealing his ripped physique. Martin unintentionally gasped at the reveal, which caused Tony to chuckle and give a friendly wink in his direction before continuing to speak. “Alright, so we also have a bunch of bodybuilders that love to come in here and get help perfecting their poses before their shows. This is most likely going to be a popular task for you, especially given how incredibly large you are,” Tony explained, looking the man up for a moment and slyly licking his lips. Grabbing a hold of Martin’s callused hand, Tony led the duo to a large full-body mirror so they could both stare at their muscular physiques.

Out of nowhere though, Tony began to rattle off countless poses and tell Martin to do them. Although his mind had no idea what he was talking about, it seemed as though the bodysuit had some sort of muscle memory as it began to immediately move on its own accord and make Martin to do the desired poses. This initially freaked out the young man, causing him to frantically ask what’s going on until Tony explained that it’s all natural. Upon asking what he was talking about, Martin learned from his manager that the suits were embedded with a breadth of fitness knowledge that would allow any employee to effortlessly assist any gym member without having to stutter and be unsure of an answer.

“While working here, Tony explained, “there’s nothing you need to worry about. Just sit back and enjoy every perk of that incredible body of yours.”

To read more about Martin and his experience with the bodysuit, click here to join my Patreon!

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The Image Tags Masterpost

(As its own post thanks to a suggestion from @oregano-gremlin! gracias)

Every image is tagged with one of these tags, for organisation purposes! ^_^

(Also It’d be a HUGE pain to go back and re-organise them so, while suggestions for new categories/adjustments to existing ones are appreciated, I’m almost definitely not gonna follow through on any of them.)

(Also I am uh. Putting this under a read-more because it’s longer than I thought it was gonna be when it’s all laid out lmao)

#[undefinable] - for images that don’t really fit into a single mood, or have a mood that isn’t accurately represented by one of the other tags

#;_; - for images that are the big sad

#Hell yah - for celebratory, “nice”-type images

#Hell nah - for images that simply embody the concept of “no”, “no thanks”, “not for me”, e.t.c.

#Frick the frack off - slightly violent images used to tell someone to begone or that they are unimpressive

#Y’all are heathens - images that demonstrate disdain, confusion, or general contempt for your group chat

#Ah shit - images that convey “oh fuck”, “oh no”, “oh heck”, “oh shit”, and so on

#Depression time - for images that can be used to either show genuine sadness, or a weary sort of “oh God” that is less emotive and more resigned than an #Ah shit image

#Huzzah - celebratory images

#w h a t - images which convey just. total incredulity and bafflement

#F - for images that pay respects

#ooh-de-lally - images to be used for things that are exciting, spicy, or generally just make your eyebrow quirk up a bit

#Cursed - cursed images

#Wow - images that either convey a sense of genuine wonder, or demonstrate like. “yeah cool story bro”

#I LOVE YOU!!! - images you can use to show affection to any loved ones you are fortunate enough to have

#Welp - for images that aren’t very emotive or very specific, but rather channel that face you make when someone’s talking about something and you have no real idea how to react

#Genuine mirth - images that express, well, genuine mirth

#Contemplation time - I like to think this one is self-explanatory lmao

#Horny on main - not for NSFW stuff so much as stuff where it’s just a guy saying “hehe boobies” or whatever

#:) - happy pickturs

#Fear - fear

#Called out - honestly this one’s a bit inconsistent but it’s either for when you yourself have been called out (“you got me there”) or for when you’re calling someone ELSE out (“cool motive, still murder”)

#Free Real Estate - for images based off of those legendary seconds

#Gratitude amigo - images that say thanks

#Trans rights - because trans rights are human rights

#Disgustan’ - for when you need to express disgust with an image

#Disney - images @ that specific megacorp

#I am so great - images for when you’re proclaiming your own greatness (or at least an amount of self-satisfaction)

#Stole your meme lol - for those images you see everywhere on twitter indicating that someone likes your meme/image and have saved it for their own use

#Genuine reassurace - images that express, well, genuine reassurance

#[Music stops] - there are lot of parodies of the initial “music stops” image, and I have many of them

#Gweetings - images that say hi

#I will cause problems on purpose - images with those vibes

#Ambivalent - because sometimes you need to visually express how little you care

#Bog Moss - this is actually the tag for images that are like “mood” or “same” - I tag them ‘bog moss’ because of an inside joke lmao

#Mockery - bully your friends with this specific collection

#Please exercise empathy - for images that basically say “I don’t know how to expain to you that you should care about other people”

#Nice music - images dedicated to saying that specifically music is good

#Sic ‘em - for images that carry a similar energy to Mayor Tyler from Gravity Falls going ‘git ‘em! git ‘em!’

#Grooving - images that convey the emotion of dancing

#You are not immune to propaganda - I have no idea where that edit of Garfield came from, but there are LOADS of edits, so they all get their own category

#Think of the economy - for images designed to satirise people who prioritise stonks and the economy (which CAN be important, I won’t knock ‘em) over human life

#Silence! - you know that image of the crab lasering something? Yeah, there are a bunch of those, so they get their own category

#Genuine wrath - images that express, well, genuine wrath

#Pretty sus NGL - images designed to help convey suspect or suspicion

#Gotta go fast - images that go quick nyoom

#Ight Imma head out - parting is such sweet sorrow, as these images will demonstrate

#Case Closed - for image that indicate that some kind of mystery has been solved, or that some kind of question has been answered

#Not-okay cute things - for those images where it’s like, a plush toy captioned with “I can’t fucking take it”. those sorts of images. they have a category

#Oucho - for images that convey pain but aren’t quite in the realm of ;_;

#Ok boomer - Y'all remember ok boomer?

#Chillaxing - for image that surmize a specific chillaxed vibe

#Nice dub - using this one for pics of that one specific guy in all those pictures where he’s congratulating people’s Ws and Dubs

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──★ dracula's vacation home / peter maximoff

requested by my bestie @xmidnight-rain ily for always giving me things to write. halloween / fall drabbles with prompts from here. feel free to request any <3

Worn out silver Converse scuffed against the wet dirt, Peter’s footsteps heavy as he followed you through the graveyard. Not exactly the first place he would’ve chosen for a hang out but he’d follow you anywhere. It was ridiculous the hold you had on him. Whatever you said, he came running like some lost puppy. He supposed it was because you were the only person that really gave him the time of day. Everyone else put up with him but you actually listened and willingly seeked him out. Peter had never really had someone like that in his life so if you wanted to traipse through a graveyard during the middle of the night then who was he to say no?

He hadn’t been paying attention when you came to a stop, fingers playing around with the buttons on his walkman (making sure he hadn’t lost it or some ghoul hadn’t stolen it from him to jam out in the afterlife) instead of watching where he was going and he ended up walking straight into your back. “Oof,” he took a step back, the mud splashing over his favourite shoes. It was fine – he’d get his mom to clean them later. Just because he was an adult didn’t mean he couldn’t still rely on her. How was he supposed to know how to get dirt off a pair of Converse anyway?

“What we lookin’ at?” He asked, arms folded across his chest. His dark eyes adjusted to the dark, the dimly lit lamps in the graveyard doing nothing but casting an orange glow about the place. Before him stood a medieval stone looking building – small with carvings etched into it, the heavy door slightly ajar. He knew exactly what it was. A damn crypt. “Ah, hell nah.”

“Peter, come on! It’ll be fun,” you pleaded, your delicate fingers grasping at the bicep of his arms.

“No way. I’m all for a little late night stroll in a creepy graveyard, babe, but ain’t no way you’re getting my ass in that dank…” he leaned forward towards the door a little, taking a sniff. He backed off immediately, face scrunched up. “...stinky crypt. Who the hell knows what’s in there! Could be some murderers hiding out or… maybe whatever person died in there rose from the dead and turned into a zombie and all they’re waiting for is two dumbasses with small brains to take a casual wander inside. I am not going in there.”

“You scared?” You challenged him.

“Me, scared? Pfft,” he rolled his eyes, his voice giving him away. 

“What if I go in and you keep watch?”

“See, now I’m really startin’ to believe you’ve lost your mind. You think I’m about to let you roam around inside Dracula’s vacation home by yourself?” Despite the fact he so adamantly didn’t want to step a foot inside the place, he pulled the door open. “Fine but if we die, I’m haunting you for the rest of our undead life.”

You took the hand that he had outstretched for you, fingers lacing together as you pulled him inside. Peter was second guessing it the second the sole of his foot stepped down the first step but this was for you. And, unfortunately, he’d do anything for you.

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Character Voice Tag

I got three of these, so I’m just making a separate post for all of them, thanks @3-2-whump & @whumped-by-glitter for the tags! 🫶

Here’s a ✨variety✨ (and I think this is the first sneak peak of Vinny?!)

CW: Wyatt being a dick; & Vinny ain’t much better

Line: “I don’t know”

The Aid: Let me get back to you on that. // Hm, not sure about that. // I will check and report back at once.

Benny: Iono… *shrugs* // Well I’ll be, I’m fixin’ to find out myself! // Thought you knew? // Beats me!

Wyatt: Who gives a shit? // Fuck na. // *scowls*

Vinny: Fuck if I know. // Bitch, what I look like? Google? // *just looks aggressively confused*

Line: “I think I just made it worse”

The Aid: Oops. // Big yikes. // *just grimaces* // I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!

Benny: Ah shit, ain’t that just great! *sarcastic*// Whatchu mean? It was like that when I found it! // *beats the odds and magically ghetto-rigs the shit out of it and fixes it then does a woot-woot + jig about it*

Wyatt: SCRAPPY (Aid’s nickname)! Come fix this shit! // *huffs & rolls eyes* Whatever, I’ll buy a new one. This was a piece of shit anyway. // What the hell, I told that worthless little fuck to fix this a week ago! *rages*

Vinny: God mother-fucken damn it! // Nah. That’s bullshit. // Wasn’t me, I didn’t even touch the shit! *throws hands up feigning innocence after he most definitely touched that shit*

Line: “Go away!”

The Aid: I need some me time… // Leave me alone! // I need to take a breather.

Benny: You best back the fuck up ‘fore I act the fuck up if you got a lick of scene rattling up in that empty dome! // Gimme a goddamn sec, will you? // Quit breathin’ down my neck!

Wyatt: (To The Aid) Get outta my fucken sight you little shrimp-dick shit for brains fuckass! // Piss off, numb-nuts! *flips them off* // *just clocks them in the face & breaks their nose*

Vinny: *in the most New Jersey accent imaginable* Get outta here! // What are ya, a hemorrhoid? Get off my ass! *aggressively shoos them away* // *just pulls a gun* Yeah, that’s what I thought, keep walkin’ pal!

No pressure (& open!) tag: @whumpyourdamnpears @flowersarefreetherapy @clairelsonao3 @dresden-syndrome @whumpty-dumpty-doo @rainydaywhump

Your line is (choose your greeting): “Hello” // “Good bye”

[themirokai]

Here it is, the last story so far in His Professional Capacity (my Mystrade spy series, that I wrote back in 2021). In case you missed it, I’m posting the stories from the series here on tumblr in anticipation of putting out a new story in the series. 

The four previous stories are: one, two, three, four. 

This fifth one is short and light, and was really down to the fact that lots of people in the comments of Protégé really loved Peter Romer, and he needed an encore. 

The Assist 

Greg gets some unexpected help when making an arrest. 

Tags: Greg’s day job, Banter, Light flirting, Mycroft’s work kids

1,545 words

Note: If you’re just coming to this one, I recommend you go read Protégé first. 

Read it below or on AO3. 

~*~ 

Greg pounded down the pavement after the arson suspect. His muscles were straining and his lungs were struggling. He kept himself fit, played football when he could, but this bastard was fast. Greg glanced over his shoulder to see the constables a few steps behind him. At least he could still keep ahead of those youngsters. Greg looked in front of him again, just in time to round the corner… 

...into a flea market filled with people, none of them running. “Ah fucking Christ on a stick!” Greg pulled up, scanning the crowd for his suspect. After a moment of peering about fruitlessly, he leaned over, grabbing his knees and panting to catch his breath. 

“Sir?” The constables were beside him. 

“Spread out!” Greg shouted. “Find him!” The constables waded off into the crowd and after a moment Greg set off as well, muttering curses to himself all the way. 

He had just peered into his third stall when a familiar Scottish accent reached his ears. “Oi! Silver Fox!” 

Greg turned to see Agent Peter Romer approaching, pushing the suspect in front of him.

“Romer?” Greg squinted. 

“Nice to see you too, Silver Fox. And you’re welcome.” Romer’s hair was longer than when Greg had last seen him, worn in a small ponytail at the back of his head. 

“What the hell are you doing here? Is Mycroft here?” 

“Nah, boss is stuck in Whitehall all day, far as I know. Ya got some cuffs for this arsehole, Silver Fox? They’re not in my standard kit. Got some for the bedroom ‘course, but they’re more of the fluffy variety. You should probably arrest him too, since I’m not technically doing that.” 

Greg was already pulling out his handcuffs and dragging the suspect around to put them on him. “John Hayden, I’m Detective Inspector Lestrade of the Metropolitan Police, and you’re under arrest on suspicion of arson. You are not free to leave,” Greg growled at him, then turned to Romer and jabbed a finger at him. “No disappearing. I want to talk to you.” 

Romer gave him a mischievous grin and a raised eyebrow. “You want me around, Silver Fox? Then wild horses couldn’t drag me.” 

Greg rolled his eyes and pulled out his radio to call the constables back. After a few minutes they had taken the suspect away and Greg turned to where Romer was ostensibly perusing the merchandise in the nearest stall. 

“Mycroft lets you wear your hair like that?” 

Romer’s hand immediately flew to his ponytail and his look of dismay appeared genuine. “Ya don’t like it?” 

Greg tamped down his first reaction to soothe and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, it’s awful. What the hell are you supposed to be?” 

Romer’s grin returned. “Nuh uh, Silver Fox. The boss raised your clearance for matters pertaining to his safety and yours. My current project doesn’t qualify.” 

“And does your current project involve tailing me?”   

“Maybe I was just shopping for -” Romer grabbed a rhinestone-encrusted trumpet from the counter beside him, “a snazzy new bugle?”

“Try again, Romer.” 

The young man relinquished the trumpet, then shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking backwards away from Greg. “Maybe I wanted to buy you a drink?” 

Greg shook his head as he followed. “I am working. And aren’t you prohibited from flirting with me on pain of being exiled to China?” 

“Nah,” Romer said with a grin, then turned around to walk beside Greg, facing front, “can you imagine all the trouble I could get into without the boss keeping an eye on me? He’d never send me that far away.” 

Greg scrubbed a hand over his face. “Christ, and I thought him having to keep track of his brother was bad enough.”

Romer stopped walking and turned to Greg, touching his arm. “No, Lestrade, it’s not like that. I’m just fooling.” He shook his head, brow furrowed. “I never intentionally cause problems for him, I promise. I’m good at the work … or at least I try to be. Credit to the Service and all that.” 

Greg snorted. “But sometimes you push the boundaries a little so he pays more attention to you?” Romer wrinkled his nose and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck in response. Greg chuckled and patted his shoulder. “Yeah, I get it, kid.” Greg started walking again and Romer stuck by his side. “Alright out with it, Peter. What were you doing chasing down my suspect?” 

“You know we’ve been keeping an eye on ya ever since ya moved in with the boss, in case someone tries to use you to get to him.”

“Right,” Greg said, “but I didn’t think I had a security detail.”

“You don’t. But we generally have an idea of what you’re working on and your whereabouts.”

Greg sighed. He had long ago accepted the fact that Mycroft was under surveillance at all times for his safety. He had more recently come to terms with the fact that Mycroft was a valuable enough target that someone could conceivably try to get to him using Greg, and this meant that Greg merited some level of security. What he wasn’t quite comfortable with was the idea that “security” included agents from Mycroft’s unit “keeping an eye on” his work. Greg knew some of them, and recognized them all by sight once they had rotated through Mycroft’s security detail. A few of them, like Romer, were assigned to Mycroft’s unit long-term, but others spent a few months in the unit taking rotations on the security detail and other shadowy assignments, then moving back to MI6 or MI5 or wherever they had come from. It bothered him that he didn’t know how they remained aware of what he was working on. Was his office bugged? His computer monitored? He was pretty sure that if he asked Mycroft he would get a straight answer, but he wasn’t certain that he wanted to test that. 

“So did Mycroft or one of you lot deduce that we would lose Hayden? Does he teach you how to do that?”

“He has taught me some. Says I have a good instinct for it,” Romer said, beaming proudly. “But no one’s as good as him. And that’s not what happened here. Hayden the arsonist is on the very fringes of a massive criminal organization we’re tracking. Don’t get excited,” he cautioned, seeing the look on Greg’s face, “he’s really just at the very fringe. You won’t be able to flip him to anyone bigger, otherwise we would have brought him in.”

“Any chance I can see your file on the organization?” 

“Not my call,” Romer said, with a twinkle in his eye, “but maybe if you put on some tight jeans and unbutton your shirt a bit when the boss gets home-” 

“Watch it, kid,” Greg growled. Romer laughed and put up both hands placatingly. Greg shook his head. “Alright, so you knew I was going after Hayden, and?” he prompted. 

“And given that this organization might be getting a hint that we’re on to them, the boss wanted to make sure that the arrest went smoothly just to make sure they hadn’t made the connection between him and you and Hayden and them.” 

“Did you volunteer for this, Peter?” 

Romer grinned. “I was available. And I’m quite good at finding people; it’s how I ended up in the boss’s unit. So he thought I might be able to help. Which, even you have to admit, I did.” 

“Yeah,” Greg sighed, “you did. Glad you were around.” He chuckled at Romer’s bright smile. “So nothing nefarious going on other than me and my constables not being fast enough to catch him before he ran into a flea market?” 

“Nah, looks like that’s the extent of it.”  

“Good.” Greg turned to Romer and held out his hand. “Thank you, Peter. I appreciate the assist.”

Romer’s smile stretched ear to ear as he shook Greg’s hand. “My pleasure, Silver Fox. And uh, you’ll tell the boss, yeah?”

“Sure, kid,” Greg chuckled, “I’ll tell him.”

---

Late that evening, Greg was lounging on the sofa watching a football match and drinking a beer when he heard Mycroft come in. “There’s takeaway in the fridge,” he called. 

A few minutes later Mycroft - shoes off, waistcoat unbuttoned, and tie loose - entered and plopped ungracefully onto the sofa. He swung his feet onto Greg’s lap and began applying chopsticks to the contents of the takeaway container he had brought with him. 

“Rough day?” Greg asked, starting to massage a foot with one hand. 

“Politicians,” Mycroft replied after a few bites of stir fry, “all damn day. Even the ones who have clearance high enough for my briefings are insufferable these days.” 

Greg made a sympathetic noise. 

“I hope Romer behaved himself?” Mycroft asked after eating a little more. 

“I don't think we would have made the arrest without him,” Greg admitted. “And he wanted to be sure you knew that.” Mycroft snorted. “That kid thinks the sun shines out of your arse, darlin’.”

“Mm, are you saying it doesn’t?”

The foot rub turned into tickling, forcing Mycroft to abandon his food and straddle Greg’s lap for a kiss.